#dark!javier pena

[toxicanonymity]

The Raid, Part 2.

panty-dropping javi art by @bonezone44

8k words | dark!javi x f!reader x dark!steve | The Raid SUMMARY: Javi and his partner get you settled in. WARNINGS: I8+ dubcon (captivity & more), kidnapping, drugs, mild withdrawal, manhandling, sharing, degradation, praise, homoerotic tension, thigh fucking, somnophilia (javi), p in v (steve, but Javi's involved), orgasm denial, cumplay, size kink if you squint, mfm adjacent, hillbilly cock. Javi & Steve RECS: Lie Still by @milla-frenchy , Crossing Lines by @lunitawrites , Helping Hands and Polaroids by @clawdee , You can be the boss by @girlboybug . TY all!! A/N: Could've been 2 parts (4.4k/3.6k) so there's a divider (ty @cafekitsune) if you want 2 reads. Ty @debbiequinn for your sleep thot and @ghoulettesinspace for your styling thots. Tagged people who asked for part 2 at the end.

✨NEXT: Javi isn't home - Steve PWP.

The DEA has left the scene, aside from Javi and his tall, blonde partner. The partner managed to catch your (ex) boyfriend while Javi was “supervising” you. Javi has given his men a talking-to and told them you were never there.  With a strong grip on your arm, he's dragged you to a Ford Bronco where he's now forcing you into the back seat. 

"My shirt," you beg. 

Javi shrugs mercilessly. "Should've put it on before you ran." He glances at your bra before beginning to shut the car door. 

He and his partner talk outside the car. Javi stands with his hands tucked into the top of his vest. The taller man leans with one hand just above the back seat window and his other hand on his hip. He ducks down to look at you, but doesn't acknowledge you. He asks Javi, "You sure we need to be drivin' around with her half dressed?" 

"What'd I say?”

The blonde agent holds his hands up in mock defense. “No Carrillo, no questions." He walks around front to the driver's seat. You have a better view of him once he's seated. He's strong, like Javi. He has a thick mustache, too.

Javi gets in the passenger seat and puts on a voice like he's teaching a class and would rather be anywhere else. He addresses you by name, then says, "This is Steve Murphy." 

Steve nods in the rear view mirror, and your eyes meet. Then he turns on the engine and asks Javi, "safe house?" 

Javi tilts his head back and smooths his mustache. “Mm,” he contemplates.

Steve offers, "I'll head to the closest one."

Javi answers, "No. My place."

"Yours?" 

"Yeah, you know, the place I live? Right downstairs?" 

Steve raises his eyebrows. "Alright." After a few moments of silence, Steve asks, "informant?" 

"Eh," Javi ponders. "We'll see."  He puts a cigarette in his mouth, then takes the cigarette lighter out of its socket and lights up. Javi reaches down to crank the window open a little more, then exhales, aiming the smoke outside. He asks, "We need to worry about Romeo?" as he hands the cigarette to Steve. 

“Nah,” Steve replies as he accepts the cigarette. He looks at the tip of the filter and takes one puff before handing it back to Javi. Steve exhales out the window, then reaches back and puts his hand behind Javi's seat to put the car in reverse. 

"Nah,” Steve repeats. “Don’t gotta worry ‘bout that dumbass. . .Told him we'd fuck her in front of him, know what he said?”

“What?” Javi asks, bemused. 

“He said go ahead."  You’re not surprised. 

"Ouch," Javi pretends to sympathize, then looks back to check on you. "Sorry, sweetheart."

—-

Once they get you to the apartment, the first thing they do is take you to the bathroom. You have to walk through a bedroom to get there. In the middle of the bedroom, there's a bed with leather restraints. It makes your stomach turn to look at. 

Steve’s eyes fixate on it and he asks Javi, "You kept this stuff?"

Javi retorts, "Where'd you think it went, the Salvation Army?” 

Javi pauses to take off his tactical vest.  “Let’s wash that place off her.” 

“C’mon,” Steve gently urges you by the arm toward the bathroom. You go in the restroom and stand, awkwardly awaiting instructions. You lean your back against the wall and the handcuffs drag.

Steve plugs the drain and turns on the water. Javi walks in, takes out the keys and uncuffs you. Steve retires to the doorway and leans against it, tucking his hands into the top of his tactical vest and watching. He seems to take up the whole frame. 

There's a toilet next to the bathtub/shower combo. Javi closes the lid and sits down, facing you, and manspreads in his tight jeans. His shirt is stained with sweat, and the glimmer of a gold chain catches your eye on his tan chest. Javi pats his thigh closest to the tub. You sit on his thigh, facing the door and Steve. Javi strokes your face, and you look down at the floor, cheeks warm, heart racing. 

“It’s okay,” Javi tells you, “Vamos a ponerte limpia y lista para una vida nueva.” (We’re gonna get you clean and ready for a new life). He unclasps your bra and you let it fall off into your lap. Javi tosses it to Steve, saying, “Check the closet out there.” 

Javi reaches over to feel the water, then rests his large hand between your shoulder blades.  “Now take off your pants.” He gives you a gentle push out of his lap. 

You stand again and remove your pants. Javi stays seated.

You’re cowering with your arms in front of you, but Javi beckons you with a hooked finger. You come to stand between his knees. He nudges your inner elbows and you let your arms fall out of the way. 

“Good girl,” he mutters, not taking his eyes off your tits. His hands come to your chest without even a glance to your face. He lightly massages your breasts until both nipples are erect. He slots both his hands under your armpits and thumbs your nipples, then slides his palms down to your hips where he hooks his thumbs into your panties and keeps going, bringing them down to the floor. 

Steve comes back from the closet and sets some clothes on the bathroom counter. 

Javi looks over and tells him, “Keep Carillo off my back for a while.” 

Steve nods and leaves. “Hasta luego!” he shouts with an American accent on his way out. 

Javi chuckles and shakes his head. 

-

Javi eyes the water level of the tub and turns off the faucet. “How do you feel?” he asks you with kind eyes. 

“Fine,” you mutter without meeting his gaze. 

He extends his hand for you, and you hold it for balance. You dip a toe in and it’s lukewarm. “Get in.” He nods toward the bath and you do. He takes off his shoes and socks and puts them outside the door, then cuffs his jeans. 

“How’s the water?” He asks then reaches under the sink, and you watch his ass strain his pants as he gets a bath poof. 

“Uh, good.” Your answer echoes off the tile. 

He sits on the side of the tub and uses a light orange bar of soap to make some lather, then scrubs you. He holds you with one hand for leverage while he scrubs you with the other. He starts with your arms, and your neck. He's not gentle. 

“Ow,” you mutter at one point.  

“Ay, pobrecita” (poor little girl). “You're going to feel so clean,” he reassures you. He makes you lift your arms. Then each leg. The tub squeaks under you as you scoot forward. He scrubs your legs and between your thighs. He does your breasts and your back. His arm muscles flex with his effort. When he leans over you to reach your other side, his back muscles strain his shirt and his gold chain escapes from his collar, revealing a little cross on it. 

“You’re bottoming out,” he mutters. 

“Huh?”

“In life.” He pauses and makes sure you're looking at him as he explains this. “It’s a good thing. Know why?” 

You stare at him vacantly.

“Once you hit rock bottom, you go back up.” 

You look away, and your cheeks burn. You get it, he found you at a low point, he doesn’t have to rub it in. It doesn't feel great. 

Javi washes your stomach and downward. He gets close to your intimate parts, but he's clinical about it. He gets you up on your knees and scrubs your bottom. He flattens his hand and slides the side of it down your crack, making you gasp with an unexpected rush of warmth to your core. 

Your skin feels almost numb in some areas by the time he's done bathing you. Then he lathers a softer sponge and washes you more gently.  He drains the tub and takes his time lazily rinsing you. When he's finished, he turns on the shower and tells you to make sure he got it all. 

Once you’re squeaky clean, he dries you off with a pale, yellow, threadbare towel. He inspects the clothes on the counter. It’s a Hawaiian shirt much too large to be Javi’s. Some pants, too, but he only puts the Hawaiians shirt on you. You eye your underwear on the floor, but Javi bends down and snatches it up before you have the chance to collect it. 

“I’ll start some laundry,” he offers.

—. . .----

Javi makes pork and beans for dinner. While you’re eating, someone jogs up the stairs outside. “Steve’s right upstairs,” Javi tells you. “Ever need anything and I’m not here, just yell.” He takes a bite of his beans. “He’s a better cook, too,” he smiles with his eyes. 

During a quiet moment, you’re startled by the sound of a woman moaning from upstairs. You look up at the ceiling. 

[ohhhh, she whines. give it to me.]

“Just a porno,” Javi tells you with a smirk. 

“So,” He studies your face. “What did you want to be when you grew up?” 

“You make it sound like my life is over.” 

“No, there’s still time,” he shrugs. 

You refuse to answer. 

[upstairs, a man’s voice joins in. oh yeah, take it, baby.]

Javi tries, “Favorite color?” 

You don’t answer that either. 

[yeah, just like that]

“That’s okay,” he says. “We’ve got all the time in the world to get to know each other.” 

“You can't keep me here forever, if that's what you're trying to do.”

Javi’s eyebrows knit in concern. "Oh, sweetheart.” With sad eyes, he asks, “You really think someone will report you missing?" 

"I have a job," you protest. 

“Oh,” he sounds fakely impressed. “Well. . . Be a good girl, and I'll get you a better one.”

Upstairs, a deeper, clearer voice sighs, “Ohh, fuck,” making you squeeze your thighs together. That has to be Steve. It sounds like him. 

[Steve sighs and grunts over the faint sounds from the television.] 

You bite your lip and look away. 

Javi lowers his head and raises his eyebrows at you. He reaches for your face and smirks as he makes you look at him. “Like what ya hear?” Blood rushes to your face. He chuckles as he lowers his hand. 

[A long groan from Steve.]

Oh, wow. You wonder if Javi will notice the wet spot under you. You take a deep breath. When you regain your focus, he’s studying your eyes with an amused sparkle in his.  “I’ll keep that in mind,” he nods, then pats your cheek. 

“He’s a good guy,” Javi adds, then looks upward in thought. He tilts his head back and forth as though debating himself. “Kind of.” He pushes a glass of water toward you. “Drink.”

—-

When it’s time to sleep, Javi takes you to the bedroom you walked through on the way in. He watches your face as you eye the bed with its restraints. 

“You’ve been pretty good so far,” Javi muses. “Maybe we don’t need this yet.” 

“Please,” you beg. “I promise I’ll behave.” 

“How are you feeling?” he asks. 

“Fine.”

“Alright, then. I’m not sure if you’ll like the other option much better, though.” 

He brings you to his room and heads toward the closet, which rolls open with a four-panel door. you wouldn’t really mind sleeping in Javi’s bed with him, but that’s not what he has in mind. He pulls out an old futon mattress with a striped fitted blanket and throws it on the floor.  “You can choose where to sleep, how’s that?”

“Here,” you answer without hesitation and he chuckles. 

“Muy bien, pobrecita. But I *am* going to have to secure you.”  He takes his handcuffs out and cuffs one to a radiator under the window. Then, with his foot, he pushes the futon mattress over to it.  

“Really?” You ask. “I promise I’ll be good.”

“I believe you. But you need protection from yourself right now.” 

His bed has plenty of room for both of you. He’s just being an ass. 

-

Javi lets you watch television, sitting side by side with him on his sofa. He periodically looks at you skeptically, as though wondering if you’ll make a run for the door, but you don’t. It sure has been a long day. You yawn. 

“Ready for bed?” Javi asks. 

You nod. 

There’s a knock at the door. 

It’s Steve. He’s come by to drop off a couple of bags. One is from the grocery store. Javi steps into the breezeway to talk for a couple of minutes. When he comes back in, he brings the grocery bag to the table and puts the others aside. In the grocery bag, there are brand new toiletries for you, including a toothbrush. 

Javi takes you to the bathroom and watches you while you brush your teeth, then he brings one of the other shopping bags into the bedroom. There’s a nightgown. The material is thin and it’s on the shorter side. Not exactly modest. Javi puts it on you, and at least it’s more comfortable than whomever’s shirt you were wearing. 

He gives you a thin pillow and pats the mattress for you to lie down. He cuffs you to the radiator. Then he goes to another room and comes back with a blanket. He tucks you in. 

“If you need to go to the bathroom or anything, just wake me up, okay?” He moves your wrist to clank the handcuffs on the radiator in demonstration. “I hope tonight won’t be bad, but you might start to feel sick, or get chills. That’s normal okay?” 

You nod.  

He pats your head affectionately and bids you goodnight. “Sweet dreams, mi pobrecita.” He goes to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. When he comes back in the room, you try not to watch him, but you hear him rustling around near the bed. You tilt your head up enough to steal a quick glance, and he’s taking off his shirt. He doesn’t get in his bed right away, but eventually you hear the mattress creak. 

—--

You wake up in the middle of the night feeling a little queasy, but you’re unsure if it’s the circumstances, the beans, or the detox. You can’t tell if you’re hot or cold, but this sleeping arrangement is not doing you any favors. You don’t want to wake Javi up, but the night feels like it might last forever otherwise. You rattle the cuffs against the metal. 

“Ay, pobrecita,” he whispers. “Okay, I’m coming.” He gets out of bed. 

He approaches you, barefoot. As soon as he kneels down, he mutters, “Ay, cabrón” (oh, bastard) under his breath and returns to his nightstand for the key. 

“It’s okay,” he reassures you when he comes back. He uncuffs you. As you sit up, he helps you with a warm hand on your back. ���What’s wrong?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?” 

“Yeah, of course,” Javi responds as if he didn’t handcuff you to a radiator. 

As he helps you up from the floor, something brushes your thigh and makes you tingle. Your body knows what it is before you do. When you register what grazed your leg through his sleep shorts, your face heats up and the tingle turns into a throb. Javi walks you to his bathroom with one arm around you in case you have trouble. He takes you all the way to the toilet. “You good?” he asks. 

“Yeah, do you mind if I?”

“Sure.” He backs up into the doorframe, but he doesn’t close it. You glance over, and he’s not hiding the massive tent in his shorts. He’s not shy about it at all. He’s also not trying to do anything about it. “Alright, I’ll be right here.” He closes the door halfway and stands outside. You sit there for a few minutes on the cool tile in front of the toilet. The urge to be sick has passed. He peeks his head in to check on you. “How about some water?”

“Okay,” you nod. He comes in and helps you up, hard-on still blazing. He takes an empty, upside-down glass from his clean bathroom counter, fills it up, and hands it to you. You’re aching at the silhouette of his length just casually standing at attention. It takes all your energy not to look right at his shorts. 

“Good girl,” he gently palms the back of your head. 

You try to look anywhere but down. You focus on his bare chest. His chain drapes over his collar bone and sits above his strong, golden pecs. There’s a light smattering of dark, soft hair. And then, lower, a happy trail.  You yank your eyes away. You look at the counter: A brush, a comb. Maybe he does his mustache with that. You look at his hair. It’s messy, out of place. Bedhead looks good on him. He casually rakes his hand through it when he sees you looking. Your gaze drifts back to his body. It’s really a beautiful torso you’re looking at. Broad shoulders, strong arms, narrow waist. A hint of abs under the light padding of his flesh. 

“You okay?” he asks with his puppy dog eyes, which gives you an idea.

“Yeah.” You look up at him, widen your eyes, and let your face fall. 

He nods. “Back to bed?”

You hold your wrist as if it hurts from the cuff and nod sadly. You check his shorts in the corner of your eye–yeah, it’s still there, as commanding as ever. The tent bobs as he walks. He walks you back into the bedroom and pauses at your futon mattress on the floor. He reaches for your hand and holds it as his other thumb brushes the indentation on your wrist. 

“You’re sure you don’t want the bed?” He nods toward the other room with the restraints. 

“I’d love a bed, but no. That one’ll give me nightmares, I’m sure.” 

He nods thoughtfully. “Are you asking to sleep in *my* bed?” His thumb continues to brush the indentation from the cuffs. His light touch gives you butterflies. 

“It’s okay,” you reassure him and your hand joins his, on your wrist. His thumb freezes. Your fingers rest lightly on top of his. “I guess I’m okay down there.” You glance at the mattress on the floor.  

His bare chest rises with a deep breath. “You’re being such a good girl,” he marvels with your hand on his. “Come on. It’s okay.” He guides you to his bed and pauses when you’re right in front of it. He faces you and puts his hands on your shoulders. He dips his head and his tone darkens. “But if you leave this bed, things are going to change here,” he warns. “And you’re not going to like it.” He shakes his head. The gentleness of his voice and the look on his face sends a chill down your spine. 

-

Javi gets into his bed, under the covers. He lays on his side and makes room for you, albeit not much. “I still have to restrain you,” he informs you as you lie down. “Do you want the cuffs or my arm?”

“Your arm.”

“Good girl.” He extends one arm and raises the other, making room for you.

You scoot back against him, mentally bracing yourself for what awaits under the covers. You're already twitching before you feel it. He inhales sharply as the hardness in his shorts hits you. With a hand on your lower abdomen, he pulls you into him, and his stiff length presses against you.  

“I’m sure that’s not going to bother you, is it?” he asks and your breath hitches. You shake your head just barely on the off chance he wanted a real answer. But it is, it's going to bother you as long as he won't put it in you. You’re human, you can’t help it. He’s a bad person but you can only imagine what a good lay. He curls his strong, lean body around you like a big spoon, and he nestles the warm rod in his shorts against your crack.

One bicep is under your neck. His other arm settles over your waist. You don’t need to test his strength to know his arm is solid. Heavy. There’s no escaping as long as he holds this position. 

He inhales your hair, and the hand in front of you cups your breast through your thin nightgown. He slowly palms your breast, and lightly grinds against you. You can’t help but push back on him. The shape of his arousal against you makes you salivate. 

He whispers just above your ear.  “Sure do love cock, don’t you?”

As he thrusts against you at a slow, steady rhythm, his hand slides off your breast, down your gown, sliding over your stomach and down to the fleshy triangle where your thighs meet. His hand stays flat. He doesn’t dig between your legs. He gently presses your mound, bringing you back against him harder as his cock throbs even harder against you. 

“That can be a good thing for recovery,” he offers. “You need something to replace that high.”

He thrusts against you slower, lighter. It’s excruiating. “Mmm.” He begins to gather the nightgown’s fabric into a fist, raising the hem of the gown and exposing more of you to the air between the sheets. No underwear. 

His hand rests on the bare skin of your lower abdomen, then slides down just low enough that his middle finger can tease your most sensitive place. He slides further down until his middle finger reaches the pool between your legs and he growls almost silently. He begins to move his fingers between your legs. Slowly, expertly, leaving his thumb and pinky braced on your front. The movement is just enough to drive you crazy. His index and middle fingers slide through your dripping folds and apply pressure to your swollen bud, moving to the rhythm of his gentle thrusts against your crack. 

“Mm,” your moan is barely audible.

“Ohh, I know,” Javi coos reassuringly. “I know.” He ruts against you slowly. He sighs as he moves against you. The heft of his arousal pushing against both asscheeks makes you weak. If only he’d just stuff your pussy. You can hardly stand it. He must feel you gush on his fingers. “Oh, yeah,” he whispers into your hair. His throbbing erection grinds against you. His hand leaves your cunt and you feel cold, exposed. He pulls down the waistband of his shorts, then his hand–wet fingers and all–slightly lifts your thigh, making your heart skip a beat. 

He wedges his naked cock between your thighs, right against your cunt, and you gasp. His swollen tip glides through your wetness and you moan, “Ohh.” He slowly slides forward and back through the warm, wet pocket made by your thighs and cunt. You push back against him. “Mm,” he grunts softly as his tip reaches your clit. 

His hand returns to your breast. He massages your breast as his cock keeps sliding between your thighs and nudging your sensitive bud just right. “Javi,” you whisper. “Please.” His cock hesitates at your entrance, and you tilt your hips. 

“Not today, sweetheart.” 

With a small thrust, he bypasses your wet little hole again. 

Then he stops moving. You push your ass back into him, and he does nothing but tighten his arm over you. He cradles your breast gently. You’re throbbing, aching to have him inside you. It feels like an eternity you’re lying like this with his arousal throbbing against your naked heat. You begin to feel a chill again and reach for the blanket to wrap yourself tighter. He helps you, then murmurs. “Good night”  into your hair. 

The comfort of his arms and rhythm of his breath lulls you to sleep sooner than you expect. 

—-...------

Just after daybreak, you awake to the sound of Javi breathing heavily  as his cock slides against your wet cunt again. Your chest is hot and fluttering. He’s aggressively groping one breast, then shifts to the other with a grunt and harsh thrust. Your body shifts as you wake up. He pants, “Morning sunshine,” and you push your ass back against him. 

“Was I good?” you ask. 

“Ohh,” he moans, “You were good.” 

His hand comes between your legs and you gasp at the pressure of his thick fingers on your clit. He doesn’t move them, just rests his hand there, then asks “Would you like to cum?”

You nod, “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” you whine as his cock glides against you. 

He slows way down. “Because I’m only giving you one today. You sure you want it already?”

“Yeah,” you confirm. 

“It’s not even seven a.m.”

“Please, Javi.” 

He begins to move his thick fingers, and it doesn’t take long at all before you’re seeing stars. 

“Ohh,” you moan as the waves of pleasure begin to overtake you. Your body spasms, and your walls clench around nothing. 

“Mmmm, mi putita. . .por supuesto ahorita” (My little slut. Of course right now), Javi purrs into your hair. “That’s the–ohhh–thing with addicts,” he pants as he chases his own orgasm. “You want everything right–mmm—now–ohhhh.” As Javi begins to cum, he moves his hand from your clit to his cock. His cock pulses against you, and it’s too easy to imagine it inside you. He cups his hand and seals it over his tip and your front. He slowly thrusts as he cums. He slides against you, coating your folds and clit with his warm spend as your own climax fades. 

When Javi is empty, he withdraws his cock, but keeps his hand in place. He rubs his spend over your oversensitive parts, making you flinch and moan. 

“Ohh, I know it sweetheart.”

A thick digit breaches your entrance, pushing some cum into you, and he sighs.

“One day, pobrecita. One day.” He adds another finger. “Voy a llenar esta concha con leche” (I’m gonna fill this pastry/cunt with milk/cum).

Your first morning waking up at Javi’s place, he lets you sit at the kitchen counter and watch him make huevos rancheros and cactus. 

Over breakfast, he asks, “What do you like to do?”

You shrug.

“Because getting high replaced all your hobbies,” he concludes. 

“That's not true.”

“It's not? Then what do you do? Draw? Write? Do you read?”

You scoff. “Yes, I read,” you say with an eye roll and can’t help but add, “Did kidnapping replace all your hobbies?” 

There's an instant surge of regret in your chest, but Javi chuckles and lets it slide. “What kind of books? I could pick one up for you.”

You swallow, rest your fork, and ask, “really?” 

“Sure,” He nods. 

“Okay. Maybe a mystery,” you offer, only because you know you'll need the distraction.

“Good,” he nods. “A mystery.”

Later that day, Javi has to go into the office. He leaves a glass of water for you, a bucket just in case, and he cuffs you to the radiator. He reassures you Steve will come check on you as soon as he gets home. You try your best to get comfortable on the futon mattress. 

As soon as Javi leaves, things go somewhat downhill. You have a headache, then your stomach begins to bother you, and the handcuffs are driving you crazy. You’re anxious. You're horny. You’re cold. Why are you horny? After about an hour, you rattle the cuffs on the radiator. When nothing happens, you yell for Steve, then hear movement upstairs. 

When Steve comes into Javi’s apartment, you hear him open the door, but it doesn’t sound like it shuts all the way. His footsteps are loud as they approach through the living room. Steve unlocks Javi’s bedroom and pauses in the doorframe. “There she is.” He rests his hands on the top of the doorframe and leans forward, stretching his back as he takes in the scene. “Damn,” he mutters. “You alright?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

“Yeah, darlin’.” He digs into Javi’s nightstand for the key. “Hold on.” He comes over and crouches down on the floor. He smells like cigarettes, and he must smoke the same brand as Javi. 

You're mildly surprised by the way your body reacts to Steve’s proximity. You squeeze your legs together, self conscious that you’re gushing. The day before, you were so focused on Javi that you didn’t think much of Steve at the time. But after overhearing him jack off. . .There’s something about hearing a man make those primal noises. It changes his whole face, his whole presence in your eyes. 

“C’mere,” Steve offers and extends his massive hands, looming over you. You sit up on your knees, careful not to expose yourself with no panties. He slots his hands under your arms and helps you to your feet. He checks you out and raises an eyebrow. You wonder if he can see through your nightgown. “He’s still got ya in your PJs, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s alright.” 

“Looks good on ya, anyway.” 

Steve ushers you to the restroom and waits outside. You’re starting to feel a little better already, just having someone around again. His presence distracts your body from its woes.

-

When you’re out of the restroom, Steve asks if you need anything else. You ask for a glass of juice. He brings you to the kitchen to get some. The sound of children playing outside echoes from the breezeway and you notice the door isn’t shut flush. Before you can really think about it, you begin to walk toward the door, heart pounding. You’re barefoot, and realistically, you’re not going to try to flee, but you want to know you could. You’re not running, you’re walking slowly, curiously as though pulled by a weak magnet toward a chance at freedom. 

Steve crosses the room in two strides and steps right into your path. His massive arm wraps around you, halting you dead in your tracks. “Wouldn't do that.” His face is stone. Instinctively, you begin to struggle, not to escape, but to get out of his strong grip. His body overwhelms yours.  

His arm tightens, and you whine, “Ow.” 

He shakes you once, then loosens his grip. He brings his mouth to your hair and lowers his voice.  “Don't make me hurt ya, sugar.” He wraps his arm around your middle and begins to drag you toward the bedroom with the creepy bed. He wrangles you over to the bed with the straps. You don’t resist much, but he’s rough with you anyway. 

“Okay, okay,” you tell him. “I’m sorry.” 

He throws you down on the bed and pins you with his weight, then begins to strap you in, limb by limb. Your heart is racing. But you don’t feel sick at all anymore. All you feel is the rush. 

“Ya know, I should tell Agent Peña ‘bout this,” Steve mutters as he buckles your wrist. 

“No, don’t. Tell him I was good. Please. I wasn’t trying to do anything.” 

“Yeah, alright. We’ll see.” The bed is probably full sized. Wider than a twin. The leg restraints are spaced out enough that you feel like you’re spread eagle. 

Once you’re all strapped down, Steve slowly paces next to the bed looking at you like a piece of meat. 

He asks, “True you were beggin’ for cock?”

“No,” you answer as a gut reaction. 

“Ya weren't? Huh. Peña’s a liar?” 

“He–he got me all worked up on purpose.”

Steve freezes near the foot of the bed and cracks a smile. “So it is true. . .Hmm.” He tilts his head contemplatively.  “How'd he do that? Get ya all worked up.” He dangles his fingers to graze your bare ankle. Then he walks back up toward your head, dragging his fingertips over your shin. His fingers lightly circles your kneec twice, then continue up your thigh. He pauses and strokes an abstract pattern on your inner thigh. 

You don’t answer him. You don’t have to. He’s already having an effect on you. 

“Well, don't worry. I'm not gonna hold out on ya. Want somethin’ from me, sugar? Just ask.” 

“Thanks.”

“It's ok, baby.” He lowers his voice. “Really don't mind one bit.” He looks at you hungrily and wets his lips. His fingers get closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. When his fingers graze your outer lip, he peeks under the gown. “He left the door open for me. That was nice,” Steve smiles. “Said ya got a gorgeous pussy, too.”  Your legs tense, and his hand returns to your thigh. “Nothin’ to be afraid of, darlin’.” 

The leather that’s holding you down is what scares you. It’s the most unsettling feeling. 

Steve adjusts himself, and when you follow his hand, you can't pull your eyes away from the bulge in his pants. Wow. He doesn't wear his pants nearly as tight on his ass as Javi, so you hadn't even thought about Steve’s dick. Now it's all you can think about. You're studying the shape his pants are struggling to contain. Never would’ve thought. And, balls. You’re pretty sure he’s got big balls. You wet your lips and realize you're staring. 

“Attagirl,” he mutters. “See, that's where my partner and I have different philosophies,” Steve explains. “I could care less if you're drunk, high, outta your mind.”  The hand on your thigh slides all the way up to where your thigh meets your torso. “Good pussy’s good pussy.” He traces the crease, right next to your outer lips, and his light touch makes you tingle. “I think a pretty girl deserves all the dick she wants.” He sighs, then raises his eyebrows. “And then some,” he says with a short nod. 

“His heart’s in the right place,” Steve says unconvincingly. “Hurts though, don’t it?” He pouts at you as he keeps tracing the crease of your inner thigh. “Never met a whore he didn’t fuck. . .n’ can’t be bothered to give ya just an inch.

He follows your eyes back to his crotch and chuckles darkly. “Boy, you got your eye on the prize, don't ya?” He looks down at himself. 

“Mmm,” he grunts when he meets your eyes again. The humor is gone from his face.

He looks at the leather strap around your arm. “I’ll take mercy on ya,” he mutters and takes his hand out from between your legs. He pauses with his hands on the strap.  “Gonna be good for me?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

He unbuckles the strap. The metal of the buckle flicks against your inner arm. You don’t move your arm, making good on your promise to be good. Then the mattress creaks and groans as he gets up on the bed with you. He straddles one of your knees and leans forward, bracing his right hand on the mattress near your torso. His left hand returns between your legs. This time, he goes straight for your cunt. He smiles when he feels how wet you are. He lightly rubs you, teasing your dripping folds up and down. He falls into a trance. He gathers your slick and brings it to your clit. He scoots up on the bed so his head is above yours and his crotch is at your hip. He looks into your eyes as he circles your most sensitive spot. A knot is already forming in your stomach, making your pelvis lift into his hand. He wets his bottom lip, then bites it as he adds more pressure. Then speed. Your mouth falls open and a moan slips out. 

His lips form a small ‘o’. “Ooh,” he marvels. “Oh, you’re a real sweet thing, I can tell.” His fingertips slide down, and one of them teases your entrance, making an audible, rhythmic smacking sound.  Then he slowly pushes the finger inside. His eyes roll up toward the ceiling, and his head tilts up too. You watch his neck veins. There’s some faded tattoo ink barely visible on his chest, poking up from his collar when the angle is right. He presses his hard bulge against your hip and you gasp with a bolt of arousal.

“Yeah,” he whispers, and you moan. “Yeah, ya want that, don’t ya?” He gives you another slow thrust against the hip.  “You want it right here.” He pushes another finger into you. “Ohh, yeah.” His upper palm massages your clit as his fingers pump into you.

“You’ll get it, don’t worry.” You twitch at the thought. “But you’re gonna cum on these fingers first. Hear me?”

You nod and take a deep breath. Your back arches. You reach for his pants. 

“There ya go,” he nods as if that’s why he unbuckled you in the first place. “Ohh, you’re gonna go wild.” 

You grab his bulge–it’s more than a handful–and massage him through his pants. 

“Mmm. Yeah,” he whispers. Your nipples harden with his practiced touch, and you sigh, unable to take any more tension. His fingers curl inside you and he whispers, “C’mon, now.” The deep whisper is enough. 

“Ohh,” you moan. He nods in encouragement and his upper palm bears down on your clit. You close your eyes and let yourself unravel. Your spasming walls squeeze and soak his fingers. 

“Yeahh, attagirl.”  

As your climax fades, he withdraws his fingers and feverishly unbuckles his belt. You throb in anticipation. It won't take much to tease another one out of you. Your core twitches as he shoves down his briefs and his thick cock springs free, taking your breath away. He gets between your legs and holds his stiff manhood loosely as he lines himself up. He shakes it heavily up and down, teasing your clit with the head of his cock. Oh, God it feels so–you’re already about to–

–Steve hesitates.  

In the driveway, a car pulls up and stops. 

Steve stops what he’s doing. “Alright, let's see what the boss wants,” he says with an air of inconvenience as he tucks his erection into his briefs.

“Thought you were partners,” you say and hope you don't sound too disappointed. 

“On paper, sure. “ He buttons and zips up his pants. “On paper I'm a good cop, too,” he winks. 

Steve pats your cheek and says, “hang in there.” He gets off the bed, then leans in close and whispers, “give it to ya next chance I get. . .skip the preamble, how's that?” 

You bite your lip. Just as the front door begins to unlock, Steve sits down in a chair next to the bed, with his hands clasped in his lap. 

—--

Javi opens the door. 

“All good at the office?” Steve asks. 

“All good,” Javi reports, and he surveys you with his eyes as he approaches. “What’s going on here?” 

“Oh, she just wanted a change of scenery,” Steve reports, mercifully. Javi looks at him skeptically for a moment, then shrugs it off. 

“How are you feeling?” Javi asks you with a hand on his hip and a serious look. He sits on the edge of the bed, facing you and Steve, who’s on the same side. 

“Okay,” you reply. 

Javi clenches his jaw and furrows his brow. His hand frames your jaw and he looks at your eyes. Then he lets go of you.

"Good," Javi nods. Then squints and asks, "He touch you?"

You look at Steve. Steve raises his eyebrows curiously. He doesn't deny touching you, but his face also doesn't give you any clues about the right answer. He’s sitting in amused suspense. Javi raises his eyebrows at you like a challenge, waiting on you to speak. You look at Steve again, and Steve winks. Unsure what it means, you begin to slowly shake your head no.

Javi clenches his jaw and his eyes narrow. His head whips to Steve and he asks, "Why not?" 

Steve sighs and uncrosses his arms. He extends his hand to Javi. Javi brings Steve's hand to his nose, takes a whiff of his fingers, and cracks a smile.  "Don't lie to me, putita." Javi closes his eyes, draws in your scent again, then opens his eyes and mouth as he brings Steve's middle and index fingers to his lips. Javi locks eyes with you as he tastes you on Steve's fingers. Your heart races. You failed whatever test this was. 

Javi drops Steve's hand and brings his own hand to cup your jaw. "Pobrecita. . ." His hand dwarfs your face. "What’s the matter? Te confunde?” (It confuses you)

You nod, and your voice is small.  "You said it's yours." 

"What's mine?"

You look down at yourself and swallow. "My body?"

Javi nods. "Say it." 

Your eyes settle on what you can see of his gold chain under his shirt.  "This pussy is yours." 

"That's right," Javi nods condescendingly. "Good girl."  He brings his hand from your cheek to your thigh and squeezes it. He nods toward Steve and says, "con mi permiso" (with my permission).  "Still confused?" 

You shake your head. 

“That's all he did? Touch you?”

“Yeah,” you nod. 

Javi addresses Steve. "Alright, c’mon.”  He beckons him, and Steve stands up with his hands still clasped in front of himself. 

“Show her your cock.”

Steve undoes his pants again. He slides them down over the bulge of his still-hard cock, then pauses. 

“Pants off,” Javi adds matter-of-factly. Steve sits back down to unlace his shoes, then takes them off. He pulls off his pants, and he's left wearing black socks and white briefs with a red and blue stripe around the waistband. Thigh muscles are massive. 

“Good news for you, putita.” Javi nods toward Steve. “This one’ll fuck anything.” Your cheeks heat up and Steve shakes his head in amusement at Javi. 

“Says the guy who has his own room at a brothel.” 

Javi looks at your body hungrily and crosses his arms. “Give it to her,” he mutters without looking at Steve. 

When Steve stands up, Javi takes his place, manspreading with his hands tucked under his arms, straining his short-sleeve button-up.

-

Steve mounts the bed again, putting himself between your legs. He pulls his briefs down under his balls, and you let out a little gasp. His cock is even more engorged than it was before. It’s so thick, and the veins are beautiful. He looks even bigger than Javi, but it might be an effect of his lighter, finer pubic hair. He braces a hand on the mattress again, hovering over you.

You glance at Javi and he's watching intently as Steve lines up his cock between your legs. The touch of his tip at your dripping hole makes you shiver in arousal and your nipples pucker. Steve smiles to himself under his mustache. He notches his tip half inside your entrance, then looks at Javi. 

Javi makes a subtle beckoning motion with one hand, and Steve begins to push into you. You gasp as his girth begins to spread you open. He pushes further, and you whimper. 

Javi scoots closer and lays a big, warm hand on your tied-down arm. You look at him and he reassures you, “You can take it, I promise.” 

Then, Steve plunges to the hilt, dividing your insides with a loud grunt. You moan and lock eyes with him as he looks up at you darkly. Your body rushes to accommodate the heft of him inside you.

“Good girl,” Javi mutters to himself with his eyes fixed where your bodies are joined. 

Steve withdraws most of his length, then Javi raises his palm in a stop motion and Steve freezes, biting his lips together. Javi stands up, and walks toward Steve for a better point of view. 

“Go,” Javi mutters, crossing his arms again. There's a bulge growing in Javi’s restrictive jeans, and he's not doing anything about it. 

Steve pushes into you again, making you moan. He pauses for only an instant before backing out again, and right away he’s pushing back in. “Fuck,” he mutters as his thick cock disappears into your hole once more. 

“How is it?” Javi asks him. “Juicy, right?”

“Nngh–yeah,” Steve answers as he brings his hips back, then slams into you harder and his balls slap against you. “Goddamn,” Steve mutters. “Tighter than ya’d think.”

“Hm,” Javi hums with a straight face, then raises his eyes to meet yours. “He's gonna break you in for me.” He looks at Steve's cock sliding out of you then at Steve's face, twisted with arousal. “Right, partner?”

“Goddamn right,” Steve breathes. He ramps up to a steady rhythm, fucking you gradually harder until the force is pushing you up on the bed. 

“Hold on,” Javi mutters and the vein on Steve's forehead swells with effort as he stops with only his tip inside. Steve wets his lips and rubs them together. Javi tightens the restraints to hold you steady. While Javi is is busy with that,  Steve rocks ever so slightly into you, moving less than an inch forward and back. It’s so subtle it could be an accident, but it must provide relief because he moans quietly. At the sound of his noise and the look of his face, you whimper and your cunt spasms once. 

“Nngh,” Steve reacts. 

“Okay,” Javi announces, then stands so he can roughly see things from Steve’s point of view again. Steve resumes with a slow, careful pace. 

Javi wets his lips as he watches your cunt swallow Steve's cock. Steve's cock pulls at your pussy each time it withdraws, and the sight seems to darken Javi’s eyes with lust. You twitch again.  

“Fuck,” Steve breathes, then looks over his shoulder “Can I?”

“Don't let her come on your cock,” Javi answers.” 

Hearing Javi talk about Steve’s cock is almost enough to do it. 

Steve sighs and looks at the ceiling, in an almost eye-roll. His arms strain his shirt. His sweat wafts toward you and makes your knees weak. He draws in a deep breath as he slowly pushes in again. 

You imagine if the situation was different, if you were just some slut they picked up at a bar, how much fun you could have with the two of them. 

You twitch around him, and he pulls out in a hurry. “Sorry darlin’,” he mumbles. He sits back on his knees and pumps himself. “Where do you want it,” he asks, staring at your body.

“Uh,” you stammer, then realize he's not asking you. 

Javi pulls the gown down under your tits. Steve strokes himself faster until his breath gets uneven. He pauses, scoots up your body to straddle your middle, then resumes.  You admire his balls as his fist slides up and down his shaft. His hand is so large, yet it doesn’t dwarf his cock. 

Steve’s eyes narrow at your tits. He pumps himself faster and his mouth drifts open until he points his cock at your chest and moans, “Ohhh—ohhhh, fuck,” painting your tits with his cum. Your nipples sharpen as the warm spend spreads. As the last of his cum dribbles out, Steve sighs. 

“Good,” Javi mutters, then comes up toward the head of the bed again. Steve tucks his softening cock away and gets off the bed. He reaches down to the floor to get a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his jeans. Then he pulls the chair toward the foot of the bed, and manspreads in his briefs to watch Javi. 

Javi dips two fingers into Steve’s cum on your chest. He spreads it around slowly. He circles each of your nipples until they’re painfully erect. 

Javi swipes up a bit of cum from between your breasts and brings his fingers to your lips. You take his thick digits into your mouth and taste the salt of Steve’s seed. Then you gently suck. Javi gets you to clean both fingers, one at a time, then he licks them himself. 

Javi brushes your temple with his thumb. “Let’s hope this is rock bottom.”

—---

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 || (kinda)dark!javier peña x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || he's your dad's best friend, he's a narc, he's the guy you've been calling 'tio' most of your life... so he's not the guy you want to run into when you're out partying a little too hard.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 6.5k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || dubcon smut (18+ only; oral f receiving, unprotected sex, reader is under the influence and under duress), age gap (not specified but it's big lol but they are of course both adults), dad's best friend trope, pseudo incest (reader calls javi tio/uncle but they are not related), drug use, jealousy, unprotected sex, orgasm control, rough/aggressive sex, we're talking complete total and permanent gut rearrangement, crying during sex (from overstimulation not like, being sad), hair pulling, 'sir' kink (briefly), creampie, basically just a kinky filthy mess idk what else to say

The bass was so loud you could feel it in every part of you— like your own heartbeat, but everywhere. The throbbing music, the heat, the sweat; it was an overwhelming experience, even before you took the pill… but now, it was transcendent.

Everything was lit up in electric colors, neon pink and green blending together into some impossible color you couldn’t describe; the dancers around you had their arms raised in the air, jumping and swaying with the music, and it reminded you of the waves in the Caribbean Sea— you know, the ones you never had time to go see even though you lived just a few miles from the beach.

Frankly, you didn’t have time for this either: you should be studying for midterms, but the stress of college was becoming overwhelming and you were reaching a breaking point.

Or, maybe you already had, considering this was your coping method. It wasn’t your usual approach, but you hadn’t needed anything this drastic before. Maybe it was because you weren’t just escaping from the stress of school, but from the tension at home with your parents.

Perhaps what was most frustrating about that situation was that you were pretty sure they didn’t even realize how badly they were driving you insane… especially your dad. He didn’t see any problem with the fact that he tried to control every aspect of your life, regardless of your age. You could appreciate them not wanting you to do anything dangerous or harmful— you could even understand the whole ‘my house, my rules’ thing to an extent— but it went too goddamn far every day. You couldn’t go anywhere else without being questioned, yet you couldn’t exist at home without being criticized.

That was why you were here, and here, you weren’t being critiqued or belittled or micromanaged— actually, you were very… well-received, to put it lightly. You’d caught more than a few glances this evening, and now you were getting more than that: they were dancing with you, pressing against you… touching you.

It should’ve felt wrong, but you’d been craving approval of any kind, and the lascivious looks up and down from the guy in the indigo silk shirt felt like a compliment when you had a couple drinks in you.

A hand covered in gold rings groped your ass, and you hummed through a wide smile. He spoke into your ear, but even so close you couldn’t hear anything— it didn’t matter, anyways; you nodded, dazed. You figured the pill was enhancing, if not creating, whatever connection you felt with this stranger, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care how risky it was to go home with him, either, you just needed to feel tonight.

The voice in your ear mumbled something about how sexy you are, and you were about to melt into the arms of whoever it was— but then you heard another voice, just behind you. This voice was familiar; this voice spoke your name, and you turned around sharply.

"Tio!" you gasped as Javier glared down at you; you'd never felt so small in your life. He could do that so easily, but usually by giving you a big bear hug or calling you niña; this was a less pleasant method. “I— what are you—?”

“Work,” he answered shortly, yelling just to be heard. “You shouldn’t be here.”

No, you shouldn’t be anywhere that Javi was working, but you especially shouldn’t be here— a nightclub, known for wild hook-ups and party drugs. Dancing with guys. Wearing a dress you picked out specifically because you liked the way it showed off your… everything.

“What would your daddy think if he saw you like this?” he growled, grabbing you by the arm, and you whimpered but gave in to him— no point arguing, or denying anything, now.

He dragged you through the club, out the back where you could talk without the music drowning everything out. It was still loud until the metal door shut on its own behind you— and even still, you could hear the thumping of the bass, catch a few notes of the melody here and there, but you weren’t really focused on that with Javi giving you the glare of a lifetime.

“Never thought you were that kinda girl,” he frowned.

“I swear, I don’t usually do this, I just… I…”

“You what?” he snapped.

“Sorry, I…” you trailed off again. “Kinda out of it right now, and you’re so… that light’s really bright…” you complained as you squinted at the streetlight behind him.

He grabbed your face suddenly, forcing you to look up at him; you couldn’t believe how he could basically hold your entire face— and control your entire body— with one hand. He used his thumb and pointer finger to hold one of your eyes open wider; you winced and tried to move away, but he managed to get a decent enough look anyways.

“Are you fucking high?” he realized with a snarl.

“I— just one pill,” you whimpered.

“What was it?”

“I… I don’t know for sure…”

“Jesus,” he sneered, dropping your face and crossing his arms. He looked away from you, shaking his head, then put his hands on his hips in that disapproving way he did so well. “What were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I just never get to do anything fun— don’t you need to be wild sometimes, do something a little misguided?”

“A little misguided— taking drugs from strangers, from men, letting them… touch you like that…” he shuddered as he said the last part.

You gulped, looking down at the ground. You were kind of hoping he hadn’t seen that, somehow…

Grabbing you by the arm again, he all but threw you in his truck; shrinking in the seat, feeling quite shy despite how you’d been acting just a few minutes ago, you watched him walk around the back in the mirror so he could get in the driver’s side.

There was silence as he started the truck and put an arm around your seat to back out of the alley, silence as he started to drive, silence as you went back and forth between looking over at him sheepishly and staring down at your hands in your lap.

But when you looked out the window at the passing scenery, you narrowed your eyes. "You're…not taking me home?" you realized.

"And give your dad a fuckin' heart attack, you coming home at this hour— dressed like that?"

Your heart sank with guilt.

"No, I'll figure out what to do with you later,” he decided. “I'm guessing you snuck out?"

"I… told him I was staying with a friend…"

"Then he must not be expecting you until morning. You can stay at my place."

"Thank you, Tio, I swear I don't usually do this, thank you so much—"

"Hey. I didn't say I wasn't gonna tell him the truth when I bring you back tomorrow."

You swallowed, glancing out the window as your eyes stung.

~

He sighed as he shut the door, and you sheepishly crossed one arm over your stomach to hold your elbow.

Last time you were in his apartment, it was for some dinner… thing… anyways, your parents were there, as were a bunch of other people they worked with, and you were sure the whole thing would be incredibly fucking boring. It was, for a while, until Javi broke away from the others to talk to you— and he made you laugh, he spared you all the dumb questions about how college was going and talked to you about real stuff: music, dreams, life. You always felt like you could talk to him about the things you could never talk to your parents about…

But you didn’t want to talk to him about this. Especially not when he put his hands on his hips and gave you that stern glare.

“What the hell did you think you were doin’ in a place like that—?” he began but you interrupted with a sigh.

“I’m sorry— I just needed a- a release! You know?” you tried to justify.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes before he glanced away from you; you, meanwhile, looked down with shame. You never expected to feel so guilty for this— if anything, part of you had fantasized about your dad finding out just so you could tell him off in the argument, explain to him that it was his overbearing nature that drove you to something so risque. Of course, now that the likelihood of that argument actually occurring had skyrocketed, it didn’t sound so appealing. “Your dad’s gonna have a cow,” Javi warned you.

“I know! I know,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands for a second. “But I’m an adult! I should be able to do what I want!”

He scoffed a bit, and you frowned defensively. He obviously resented those times you referred to yourself as an adult— even if he couldn’t deny it, he always acted like it didn’t really count. You weren’t a ‘real adult’ yet in his eyes, still being in college and a bit starry-eyed according to some, and that always bothered you. It’s not that you thought you really had it all figured it out at this age, it’s just that you wanted more respect and more acknowledgement of your efforts.

The look on Javi’s face made you pretty confident you wouldn’t be getting much of that tonight. "Just don't tell him, okay? Please, Tio…"

"I won't tell your old man what you're up to," he promised, and you sighed. "But you need to."

"I— I can't," you whimpered, "he'll lose his shit! You know how protective he is…"

"Clearly he's got a good reason!" Javi snapped, and you spun around— you couldn't look at him now, not after he saw you like that.

"He's gonna kill me," you whimpered, defeated.

He stepped up behind you, wrapping one arm over your chest and holding your shoulder. “S’gonna be okay, sweetie…” he mumbled to you. “He’s not gonna kill you— he loves you."

"But he thinks I'm still a little kid," you explained with a pout.

"He can't help that," Javi laughed softly, kissing the side of your head. "You're grown up now, but you're still his little girl…"

You smiled a bit. "You really think I'm grown up?" you asked weakly.

"Yeah," he assured, "not sure how it happened, but you are— still young, of course."

You laughed a bit, relaxing in his embrace, soothed by the familiar smell of his aftershave and his strong hand rubbing your shoulder. Without either of you saying anything, the air somehow shifted… perhaps because of the way he moved his head, and you could tell that he was looking down at you. Perhaps because he let out a long sigh through his nose that fanned over the top of your head.

His voice was as low as a whisper when he spoke again. "Can't believe how grown up you look dressed like that…"

The fingers of his free hand traced over your thigh, even starting to move inwards, and out of both nervousness and ticklishness you clamped your legs together.

"Aww, don't be shy now," he pouted. "You'll be a whore for all those guys but you're playing innocent with me? Don't even try it, baby, I know what you want…"

You sighed out a long, shaky breath as you relaxed your legs so he could reach between them. It didn't really feel real, especially when you shut your eyes— then it could be anyone touching you.

"I know what this sweet little body needs," he continued, almost whispering as he spoke in your ear, making it impossible to forget it was Javi behind you. "Those little boys can't take care of you… need a real man to treat you right."

"Tio," you gasped as one finger just barely brushed over your panties, "d-don't—"

"Don't what, sweetie?"

"Don't… touch me like that," you breathed. "It's wrong…"

"But you like it so much," he noticed with a smile right beside your ear. "You like the way Uncle Javi is touching you— you like all this attention from your Tio, huh?"

Too afraid to respond to that, you shut your eyes tight as you felt him rub you through your panties more firmly, pulling up the bottom of your dress enough to expose the white cotton covering you.

“Still a good girl underneath your slutty outfit,” he smirked.

“What— what are you do—?” you began to breathe out, until he ran the blunt edge of his fingernail over the seam of your lips through the fabric— when he traced over your clit, your whole body jolted.

“Oh, babygirl,” he cooed, “you know what I’m doing. Say it.”

“You’re… touching me…” you panted out, rocking your hips as he began to rub slow circles against your panties— each with more pressure than the last.

“Where?” he prompted, his voice rough and echoing against the curve of your neck, which he began to kiss passionately a moment later just to make it that much harder for you to speak.

“My… fuck, my pussy!” you managed to get out, and he groaned with pride as his teeth brushed against your pulse.

He suddenly let you go and spun you around, pressing you to the wall and then pressing himself to you in turn. The hard bulge against your hip made your walls throb, but his face made your heart drop— you couldn’t forget it was him, and it felt so fucked up knowing he had just done that to you. You opened your mouth to tell him this couldn’t happen, that it had already gone too far, that you needed to somehow forget this ever happened.

But no words came out; they couldn’t, when he delicately lifted your chin so you had to stare right at the darkness in his eyes.

He moved closer, closer, until instinct forced your hands to jump up to his chest— god his chest, it was so firm and tanned and you swore you could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt— and stopped him from kissing you. “What’s the matter?” he asked softly.

What kind of dumbass question was that?! What’s the matter? Your Tio Javi, your dad’s best friend since forever, the guy who bought you your first bike and taught you how to whistle— that guy, calling you a whore and kissing your neck and touching you down there?! God, you knew you were messed up over this because you were mentally referring to your equipment as down there, like you were a little kid again.

But by god, you were not a little kid. Clearly, he knew that better than you thought he did. But you couldn’t believe this was really happening— it felt like a dream, but too terribly real.

What’s the matter, he asks, like you couldn’t spend all night listing everything wrong about this. You only gave him one reason aloud, though: “My dad will kill me.”

He smirked, a short laugh coming more out of his nose than his mouth. “Only if he finds out,” he replied. “Are you gonna tell on me, niña?”

Though very little, you shook your head.

“Are you gonna tell him that I brought you here and touched you like that?” he continued, voice lower and rougher, fingers dancing over your hip again. “Are you gonna tell your daddy how you got on your knees for me, let me fuck you like a whore, creamed on my cock over… and over…”

You shuddered as he left the softest trail of kisses up your neck.

“...and screamed my name until you lost your voice?”

"Fuck," you sighed, melting into his arms as he held you at your waist— his hands were so big that you felt especially delicate when he held you. "Javi, we… we shouldn't…"

"But you want to so bad, sweetie," he noticed with a fake pout. "You're a half-second from begging me to teach you how grown-ups fuck, I can tell."

Your thighs clenched together and he smirked.

"Just kiss me," he encouraged softly, lifting your chin with his fingers. "Just kiss me, baby, and I'll show you. I'll give you whatever you want."

You hesitated, looking up at his warm brown eyes, admiring his face and lingering over his lips… they did look perfectly kissable…

Shutting your eyes, you leaned forward and kissed him; instantly, he turned it from an innocent peck to a hungry gnashing of lips and teeth, his tongue dominating your mouth and muffling your moans.

His hands ran all over you and he started to guide you to walk with him— he turned you both and walked backwards down the hallway, dragging you until you toppled into his bed together.

"Lay back, baby," he instructed as he climbed over you, "your Tio's gonna make you feel so fucking good, sweetie… gonna fuck you like you need, I promise."

He sat up, almost making you want to chase for more of that kiss, but he reached up under your dress and pulled your soaked panties down your legs.

"Oh my god, look at this cute little pussy," he purred, spreading your lips apart and tracing up the seam of your cunt to find your bud. He traced it gently with his thumb— even the softest, slowest circles over it made you shiver and whine. "Sensitive, too. Poor baby, need me that bad?"

He crouched down lower, and you whimpered with anticipation. "Javi…" you mumbled nervously.

Before he even put his mouth on you, he leaned in close and took a deep breath through his nose. "Smells fuckin' perfect," he grunted, and you moaned just because he said that. "Can't wait to taste you, niña, been waiting too long…"

You wanted to ask if he'd been waiting longer than just tonight, but you were distracted by the wet, sloppy kiss he gave you, right on your aching clit. Instantly your back arched and your mouth fell open into a silent scream.

He was painfully, infuriatingly good at this— like second nature, he just looked up at you and watched while his tongue traced your clit exactly how you needed. You could just tell he did this all the time, that he had made his fair share of women scream and sob and beg with that tongue; you writhed and whimpered, shutting your eyes tight so you wouldn't have to see him looking up at you anymore.

He devoured you with wide, hungry licks, his mouth overwhelming you and his nose poking at the apex of your mound. You could feel his long sigh fan over your sensitive skin when he kept his mouth wide open, lapping at you desperately; you’d never seen him this… lacking in composure. This animalistic. It made you feel hot all over.

Maybe the only thing more embarrassing than how quickly you barrelled towards your peak was how easily he recognized it.

"Wanna come, baby?"

He only broke away from you just long enough to groan it out, and then he was right back to making you squirm and sob. "Yes, fuck, please!"

"Beg," he ordered, muffled by your clit in his mouth, eating away at you mercilessly.

"Fuck, Javi— please make me come with your— with your tongue, I— I've never come from that before, fuck it feels really good… please…"

He hummed around you, suckling harder at your throbbing bud.

"Oh— f-fuck, I wanna— please," you choked, "I'm so close…"

You felt him smile, and then you felt him do this thing with his tongue that made your thighs quiver around his head.

"Please, can I?" you whimpered.

He pulled away, but you could still feel his breath fanning over you and it made your walls tense up. "I like you asking for permission," he praised, "do it again."

"Please let me come," you groaned, arching your back when he latched onto you again. "I'm so close, just don't stop, please don't fucking stop—"

He didn't, which you took as permission— not that it really mattered since it was inevitable now with or without his blessing— and you shut your eyes tight as the electric feeling danced all over your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you only caught one more glimpse of him staring up at you with a scalding heat in his eyes.

Instantly it became too much, the sensations his tongue delivered to your clit painfully forcing your whole body to spasm. Gasping, you grabbed at his hair and sputtered out: “Stop, stopstopstop—”

He broke away and dropped your hips back down onto the bed, his smile glistening with your come. An instant later he sat up to start opening his belt, that grin turning suddenly into a snarl. You looked up at him with wide eyes, still trying to catch your breath, dizzy even as you just laid there watching him lick your wetness off his lips. “Need to fuck you,” he said, simple as that.

You still couldn’t really believe this was happening; the effects of the pill were mostly faded, but this felt like some bizarre dream anyways. Seeing him like this was just beyond surreal.

“Flip over— hands and knees,” he instructed firmly while he unbuttoned his jeans. You wanted to remind him that this was insanely wrong, that you thought of him like family and thought he saw you the same way— but then you remembered that what you’d done tonight was wrong too, and that he was your only hope of getting away with it and avoiding being locked in your room for the rest of your life.

"Shouldn't you… shouldn't we use a condom?" you suggested softly, and he smirked a little.

"We don't need that," he assured.

Doing as you were told, though it took some effort on shaky legs, you stared down at Javi’s bed under you— you’d seen it before, even slept in it before (though when that happened, he always took the couch), but it felt incredibly different now.

Speaking of things that felt incredibly different: getting fucked by your tio. He held your hips and pushed his cock into you, and you whimpered loudly as the stretch challenged you right from the start. You heard a soft moan from behind you, a needier sound than you expected from him, but it was drowned out quickly by your own cry as he buried himself in you completely. “Mm,” he hummed, fingers digging deeper into the plush of your ass as he stayed still for just a moment. “That’s good…”

Shivering, even though you were hot enough to sweat, you hid your face with a quiet whine right as he started to thrust— with a lot less patience than you expected.

"You're not embarrassed, are you?" he wondered, petting the back of your head as if trying to coax you out of the pillows. "Actin' all shy… what have you got to be shy about? Getting fucked on all fours like a slut, the fuck you acting innocent for now?"

"Please just slow down—" you gasped, reaching back behind yourself to try to grab his thigh.

"Hell fucking no, this is what you wanted," he groaned.

Whining, tears stung your eyes and you just tried to hold onto the bunches of his sheets in your fists.

"Wanted me for a while, didn't you? Dressing up all sexy when I came over for dinner, showing off how much you've grown… didn't even wear a bra, I could see your tits getting hard, wondered if it was because you were turned on. Turned on by your Tio…"

You weren't blind, you knew Javier was attractive, and you knew he did well with women— but you honest to God never thought about him like that. He was just your Tio Javi.

And now he was pushing you down between your shoulder blades to shove your face into the bed. Whimpering, you gave in, but the angle forced his cock even deeper and made you arch your back up with a yelp. "Shh shh, no baby, need to take it all," he scolded you softly as he pushed your back down. "Need to keep that ass up for me— show Tio that ass, good girl…"

It was hard to stay like this when it meant letting his cock hit way too deep— it hurt, and you sobbed with every thrust. "Please, s'too much, I need a break—"

"A break? We just started," he laughed. "You can get a break after I come, but you're gonna be in this bed all night showin' me why I should keep your secret."

"God, you're just so deep," you whined, "it hurts…"

"Yeah, but it feels good too, doesn't it?"

Even though you somehow felt guilty, you nodded.

"Yeah," he encouraged again, "you like getting fucked like this, baby. Never had your whole pussy used? Never had a cock this deep?"

So deep that it shot up your spine and made the back of your eyes burn? No, you'd never felt this before; you sobbed with pleasure, already totally overwhelmed.

He grunted as he increased his pace, already picking up speed each time his hips collided with yours; the bed was creaking a bit, too.

"Fuck," you gasped, toes curling. His cock’s fat head was pressing into something so painfully deep inside you, and just as much as it made you want to beg him to give you a little mercy, it made you feel like screaming for more and praying this could never end.

You heard him grunt as he fucked you even faster; he must have heard you sniffling, in turn, tears falling from your eyes near-silently as the pleasure overwhelmed your body. "What are you crying for? Never had a big dick like this, huh?" he chuckled. "Then just say so."

"I never… I-I've never had a… a dick this big before…"

"Mm," he hummed with approval, grabbing a handful of your ass and tilting his head so he could get a better view of his cock plunging into your hole. "Never been stretched out like this? That's too bad, I can tell you fuckin' needed it. Went out tonight cause you needed some dick, huh? Well you got more than you bargained for, honey, it's too much for this little pussy isn't it?"

"Yes!" you sobbed.

"Can't take all this?"

"Yes, Tio, please—"

"Don't tell me to slow down again," he warned. “I know what you need, sweetie.”

He grabbed you by your hair and forced your head back. "Ow!" you yelped instinctively. "Fuck, Javi!"

"Act like a slut and you're gonna get fucked like one," he reminded you, a frustrated sigh falling from his mouth. His pace quickened once more, thrusts coming faster until the sound of his hips and thighs smacking against your ass filled the room.

"I'm sorry," you choked, "I'm sorry, okay?"

"For what?"

"D-doing drugs," you listed, "going to clubs— acting like a s-slut…"

"Fuck," he grunted, "it's okay, baby, I'm gonna— god— gonna make it all better… gonna teach you how to be my good girl, okay?”

You whimpered as you nodded. “Please…”

Another tug on your hair made you whine and arch your back, letting yourself go a bit more limp in his grip as each thrust rocked your body. “First,” he began, “you need some discipline.”

The hand on your hip let go to give you a sudden spank on your ass; you yelped and jolted, the pain somehow only adding to your pleasure a second after the initial sting had faded.

“Your daddy never gave you enough of that— discipline,” Javi chuckled, “I warned him he was gonna spoil you. Guess I was right, look at you now?”

He smacked your ass again, hard enough that you cried loudly— probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. That thought made your face burn with embarrassment. Anyone who shared a wall with Javi had probably heard his bed partners before, heard women screaming his name— why did that thought make you feel sick and sad and empty?

Of course, you were anything but empty, you were full to the brim and it felt like he might split you in half each time he pressed his hips to yours. “Once you get some discipline,” he continued, “you need to start doin’ what you’re told.”

“Y-yes, sir,” you choked out. You almost screamed when the hand that had been holding your hip slipped down to search between your legs; he grunted a bit as he roughly found your clit and rubbed it in fast circles.

“Then you need to learn some manners,” he continued, “like sayin’ thank you when I touch this pretty pussy for you.”

“Thank you,” you blurted out, your voice hoarse and wobbly— even weaker than you felt. Your hips were instinctively trying to buck away, running from the amount of raw sensation forced upon you, but you were trapped by the strength of his arm.

All at once it all changed: he slowed his pace, though he went just as deep if not deeper with each movement; he leaned down and pressed his chest to your bare and sweaty back, putting his lips against your ear; he kept touching your clit, but the circles were slower, smoother… sweeter. “S’that better, sweetie?” he whispered roughly. “Is that how you need it?”

Biting your quivering lip, you nodded; you fought another wave of tears that burned at the back of your eyes, but you were less embarrassed to cry now than you thought you would be. You’d cried in front of Javi before, plenty of times— skinned knees, dumb boyfriends, failed tests, he’d been around for plenty of that. Obviously, this was much more vulnerable than anything that had come before, and yet it felt bizarrely natural… he pulled out this side of you so easily, a side you didn’t even know existed.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed at you gently, kissing the curve of your jaw, and you finally stopped trying to stop yourself from shaking (it wasn’t working anyways). “So good for me…”

Everything was so blurry now, you barely even noticed him guiding you to lay down and roll over: you just noticed him pulling out, and pouted a little as if you actually thought he might just stop completely for no reason.

Noticing your displeasure, he smirked proudly. "Just wanna see that pretty face, sweetie," he soothed. But when he pushed back in, the new position made everything feel new— and, somehow, even more perfect.

"Fuck, Javi, s'really deep…" you mumbled, though it was deep in a different way than before— not as painful, yet even more mind-numbing.

"Uh huh?" he taunted. "Never had somebody fuck you right, baby?”

You shook your head. You had no idea it could be like this— you thought it was normal not to come, for the guy to jackhammer for a few minutes and leave. You didn't even know you could make noises like this…

"Say it again," he encouraged with a moan, watching your face intently.

"It's really… really deep…" you breathed, legs shaking as he held your hips down and tried to get even deeper; he started to grind up against you to force every last millimeter inside, roughly rubbing his pubic bone on your sore clit.

You squealed, barely able to take all this sensation, and he flared his nostrils. "What's really deep?"

"Your cock," you clarified.

"Whose cock?" he taunted.

"Yours, Javi, fuck! Stop asking me questions when I can barely fucking think!" you whined, and he laughed as he returned to his original motions.

“Just one more,” he promised. “Gonna come for me, niña?”

“Yes, yes,” you admitted through a choked sob.

He leaned down, blanketing his body over yours. "Call me Tio when I make you come," he whispered his demand in your ear, and you shuddered.

Each thrust was faster than the last, harder too, and you sobbed as heavy pulses of pleasure took control of your body. "I'm so close, I'm so fucking close," you panted, unable to speak above a whisper.

"I know, I know," he soothed, kissing your face with more tenderness than you expected or felt you deserved.

"I— please—"

"Shh, you're doing so good…"

It all collapsed at once. "I'm— fuck, I'm coming! Tio, I'm coming!"

He growled and latched his lips onto your neck, fucking you through it; your pussy pulsed in an erratic pattern, a new slickness coating him and running down your thighs. You would've been self-conscious about staining his bed if you had any room in your brain for it— but you couldn't think about anything, you even forgot to breathe for a couple seconds. "Good girl," he groaned, "coming nice and hard for me. Good fucking girl."

Suddenly, your arms wrapped around his shoulders— his broad, heavy shoulders, barely damp with sweat— and your shaking fingers dug into his skin. You hugged him tightly, maybe to keep yourself grounded as convulsions rocked through you, maybe for a little comfort through such an excruciatingly ecstatic sort of feeling.

When it all seemed to gather right in your gut, it finally slowed down and you went all but limp under him— though your arms stayed draped over his neck.

"Fuck, Javi," you moaned lowly, his thrusts faster and less even as he looked down at you with an exhausted smile of his own.

"Fuck, I wanted to make you come again," he admitted, "but I can't last much longer— you're too fuckin' tight, baby, little pussy's too fuckin' good, gonna make me come…"

"Please," you whined, partially out of submission and acceptance of your desire to make him come, partially out of excitement for a chance to breathe after he finished.

"Gonna come inside you," he warned suddenly, and you gasped.

"Wait, pull out," you pleaded, a small bit of your sanity coming back as the height of your pleasure had passed, "come on my face o-or something…"

He grinned when you said that, and you sort of regretted it. "That's cute," he decided, "but I wanna fill this pussy— see you nice and stuffed with my come— and I know you want that too, baby…"

You whined, hating how right he was, but you panted as you tried not to let the pleasure completely override your logical reasoning. "But I'm not— I don't—"

"I'll get you a pill in the morning," he promised, his voice rough and needy as he fucked you even faster— he hissed in his breaths through his teeth, almost snarling at you. "Fuck, I'm so close— tell me who owns this pussy now, princess."

"Yours, Javi, it's yours," you sobbed, hating how true that really was. "Yours to fill— you can come inside me, Tio, nobody's ever…"

You didn't even finish the thought, and he moaned as his grip on your hip tightened. He seemed pleased by the fact that you'd never been creampied before, even more excited to empty himself into you. "Beg," he ordered.

"I— I want you to come," you blurted out, not really sure what you were doing and struggling to put a thought together anyways. "Please, I want… want it inside—"

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," he rushed, and a moment later he stopped as deep as he could go, letting you feel every pulse as he filled you.

You gasped, almost wanting to squirm away out of instinct and try to stop him from filling you, but he held you down and kept you helpless.

"God, yes," he moaned in a breath, grunting as he started to grind his hips on yours to get himself that slightest fraction of an inch deeper.

He let his weight relax onto you and though it made it tricky to breathe, you just accepted it, finally shutting your exhausted eyes.

You were probably more than half of the way to sleep when he brought you back to reality by carefully rolling off of you; you winced as he pulled out, first from the soreness and then from the gush of sticky heat you felt coming out a moment later…

Javi stayed on his side, propped up on one bent elbow, and looked down at what you could only assume was a completely gaping pussy— and all his come leaking out.

He swiped two fingers through the mess he'd made, letting them linger on your throbbing clit until your hips jolted away; smiling, he brought the fingers to his lips and tasted his own come from your hole. "Fuck, Javi," you sighed, taken aback by the erotic, sudden gesture.

"You wanna taste too, princess?" he smirked, moving his fingers back to your pussy— but this time he didn't just scoop up what was leaking out. No, he suddenly slid two fingers into your incredibly sore cunt, making you wince from the sting and watching your face carefully with a sigh.

When he pulled his fingers out, after twisting them around inside you for a moment, they were coated in both of you. His free hand held your chin and tilted your mouth how he wanted it, guiding you to take both his fingers onto your tongue.

"Lick it off— good girl, like that…"

His praise made your exhausted walls clench just one more time.

"Taste how good we are together, baby?" he cooed. "You did so good for me… I haven't come like that in a long time."

I haven't come like that ever, you wanted to reply, but your mouth was full. When his fingers were cleaned off, he laid down beside you and wrapped you up in his arms. The strangeness of it hit you again: you, him, naked in bed… you still couldn't quite believe it was real.

"How much sleep do you need before you can go again?"

You widened your eyes and looked at him, amazed to see that he clearly wasn't joking. "Again? Javi, I'm gonna be sore for weeks already—"

"You're young, you can bounce right back," he promised, "I bet in a couple hours your pussy's gonna be even tighter than it was when we started."

You bit your lip. "I guess I can— I mean, maybe one more time, if you let me sleep a little first…"

He smiled and kissed your head, making you sigh and hide your face in his neck. He smelled the same, that's what was so weird— he smelled like he always had, the same aftershave as you remembered from all those years ago, and now you were naked and sore and used. "Okay, sweetie, get some sleep," he offered. "I'll wake you up when I'm ready to give you another load— I bet you're gonna like the way I wake you up, too."

As he chuckled lowly, kissing your neck right by your ear, you shut your eyes and tried to ignore how bizarre this was so you could rest.

His fingers gently tickled your thigh, tracing random shapes that left goosebumps behind, and whispered praises in your ear to lull you to sleep. "That's my good girl," his low, gentle voice blended in with the growing darkness of slumber.

Even mostly asleep and exhausted like you'd never been before, you got the sense that being his good girl was on ordeal that lasted more than just one night. In fact, you hoped it did.

#javier pena x reader #javier pena smut #javier pena x you #javier pena dark fic #dark!javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal smut #narcos fic #narcos fanfiction

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Pedro Pascal as Javier Peña Narcos S01E02

#pedro pascal #ppascaledit #pedropascaledit #narcos #javier peña #javierpenaedit #narcosedit #javier pena #this is really dark but if i made this any lighter the quality would be just horrendous #the head bump?? is so???? CUTE???? #he had no right to be THIS SOFT IN THIS???? #mine* #** #this better not get fl*gged :)

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THE HOUNDS OF HELL

written with @milla-frenchy

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x Steve Murphy

Summary: you meet two DEA agents in a bar. You drink too much and they offer to take you home.

Warnings: 18+ mndi. Dubcon (alcohol), dark!Javi, dark!Steve, unprotected piv, mfm, dvp, oral (f/m), ball sucking, manhandling, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, manipulation, cum eating, cum play, multiple orgasms. Steve can pick up reader. No age specified

Word count: 4,3k

A/n: @toxicanonymity this is for you🖤💖 It’s our way of thanking you for all the amazing fics you've been gifting us over the past year! We love you!🫶

The title is from the lyrics of Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes

Part 2 || AO3 || Milla’s Masterlist || My Masterlist

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You were spending Friday night with your friend in your favorite bar. The air was filled with music and cigarette smoke. You were chatting and drinking when two men approached your table. They asked if they could join you two, the place being packed. You didn’t mind, and they introduced themselves. The man who sat next to you had dark hair and piercing eyes. His name was Javi.

The blonde one, Steve, joined your friend. He had beautiful blue eyes.

Both of them were handsome and seemed nice.

Javi said they were DEA agents and you felt even more at ease around them. Every second man in Bogota was somehow connected to drug dealing and it was nice to meet someone safe. In no time you were talking, laughing and enjoying their company.

At one point Steve offered to buy another round and you agreed. A few minutes later, your friend said that she didn’t feel good. You offered your help but she refused, not wanting to interrupt the fun. At first, you felt a bit uncomfortable, alone with the two men, but as the night progressed you shared more stories, drank more tequila and forgot your concerns. They were good company and pleasant. They showered you with attention, yet weren’t sleazy or inappropriate. Sometimes you would notice their eyes lingering on your lips and chest for a little too long but you felt flattered.

“Vamos a bailar (let’s dance),” Javi suggested and you jumped at the opportunity to move as your head started to feel heavy after all the drinks.

Steve stayed at the table nursing his beer.

“Gonna watch you two for now,” he said with a glint in his eye and gave you a lopsided smile before Javi led you to the dance floor.

***

Soon your hips were seductively swaying to the rhythm of the music as Javi’s gaze was gliding over your lips, down to your breasts and legs. You turned around to show off your ass as your hands slid up and down your body accentuating every curve for his eyes to devour. A second later you felt his hands on your hips, not grabbing you but gently resting there, keeping you close. So close that you could feel his massive bulge brushing against your lower back. The idea of that handsome man getting hard because of you made you gush and you leaned against his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around your middle, a big hand splayed over your belly. Now with your heated bodies flush with each other, it seemed like there was only you and him on the crowded dance floor.

You felt his mustache tickling your cheek, his hot wet breath caressing your neck, and you turned your face to him. Javi’s eyes were obsidian with lust and even the flashing lights over your heads couldn’t push through their darkness. He looked at your lips and in the next moment he leaned in and kissed you, slowly and gently, as if luring you in. The moment his tongue tasted yours, you moaned and felt your cheeks heat up at your involuntary display of desire. You pulled away and turned your face away from him, trying to calm down and taking deep breaths.

Javi turned you around, and everything swayed, thanks to the tequila shots.

“Qué pasa, hermosa? (what is it, sweetheart?). It’s just a kiss. Estás buenísima (you’re so hot),” he whispered against your temple.

You realized that two pairs of hands were touching you. Feeling another broad chest at your back, you opened your eyes and tried to turn around but they stopped you.

“No, baby, stay like this. Wanna dance with you too,” Steve said into your ear and began moving with the music.

His bulge was grinding against your ass making you soak your panties. You were caged between the two man and albeit being nervous you couldn’t deny the growing tingling between your legs. They were hot and you were having a great time. While the music carried you, their hands were roaming your body, not aggressively but in the way that made you want more. At one point Steve’s face happened to be inches from you and your lips met. The kiss was slow and intense and you got lost in it while they both were holding you between them.

Suddenly you felt dizzy and hot so you stopped dancing and said that you needed some fresh air.

Steve walked you out while Javi went to pay for the drinks. Your legs were weak and you felt like you could fall any second.

“I think I should go home,” you mumbled, bracing your hand on the wall outside the bar.

“You ok, baby?” Steve asked with worry in his voice holding you by the waist, “Let’s get you in the car. We ain’t leaving you alone.”

“Take me home, please,” you asked as Steve wrapped his arm around your torso. You two got in the back of the car and a few moments later Javi joined you taking the driver’s seat.

***

You felt shaky and foggy, but happy to finally sit down. Too much alcohol in too little time, and you were clearly unable to drive. You took a deep breath of relief. Two DEA agents as bodyguards in the streets of Bogota, it couldn’t be better.

When Javi started the engine, you asked him to wait a few minutes, afraid of being sick. Steve, sitting next to you, leaned between the front seats to put a cassette into the car stereo and the sound of a bass guitar filled the space of the car. He turned up the volume, and you rested your head on the seat, staring at the streetlights lighting up the night city. Javi was hitting the wheel with his thumb to the rhythm of the music.

You turned to look at Steve, who was moving his head enjoying the song. Sometimes he closed his eyes, that way feeling the music even more. And then he started to sing.

You couldn’t believe how well he sang, couldn’t take your eyes off him. He looked at you and smiled as he was singing, and his blue eyes made you melt. He placed his arm on the headrest behind your head and leaned down to kiss you. Your panties had already been soaked under your short dress, since the three of you had danced at the bar. You felt yourself gushing more while you were kissing.

He smelled of mint, whiskey and cigarettes and was exuding self-confidence. Damn, he was so hot, with his brown leather jacket and jeans. When his lips slid down to your neck, you slipped your fingers into his blonde hair. His mustache was rubbing gently against your skin. You glanced over at Javi who was watching you two in the rearview mirror. He readjusted himself with a smirk on his face, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

Steve pulled back, his face still staying inches from yours, and asked, “how do you feel?”

“I’m better now. We can go...”

“Great. What’s your address, baby?”

After you told them, Steve gave a nod to the other man and leaned towards you again. Javi started to drive. Steve’s hand rested on your thigh, and you tried not to start rolling your hips while you two were kissing.

"Wait, I feel dizzy...we should…uh…slow down”, you mumbled, trying to blink the spinning away.

“You’re ok, baby. You didn't have that much. Soon you’ll be home, asleep in your bed, ok?”

You nodded, although you weren't sure you drank as little as he said. His lips were on yours again, and his hand slid up your leg. When you moaned against his lips, he slipped his hand between your thighs.

“No wait, I don’t-”

“Ain’t gonna hurt you, beautiful…just wanna have a good time before we get to your place.”

He hissed through his teeth when his fingers reached your pussy. “Damn! You’re soaked, baby. It's a shame we can’t enjoy it. But we’re good guys, aren’t we Javi?”

“Yeah…we’ll keep it in our pants, Hermosa, don’t worry.”

You relaxed, and when Steve plunged his fingers into your pussy you didn’t stop him. You let yourself be lulled by the ride and by his fingers, your head laid back. You snaked your hands under his jacket, and felt his hot chest, his muscles under the shirt. Your eyes rolled back, and you whispered, “fuck…’m gonna…’m gonna come.”

“Yeah, you're squeezing my fingers so damn hard. C’mon, give it to me, baby, you’ll feel better, I promise.”

You noticed him glance at Javi and smile, but your mind was too foggy to react. When you came all over his fingers, you grabbed his wrist to keep them buried inside you until you stopped shaking.

“Fuck…I really think I drank way too much…Shouldn’t have done that.”

You looked out the window, feeling the car slow down, but you didn’t recognize the houses.

“Where are we?”

“Just grabbin’ some stuff at Javi’s…won’t be long. Come on, baby. Can’t stay in the car at night, it’s too dangerous.”

“Wait, no…You said you were bringing me home!”

“And we gonna. Won’t be long, I told ya. Unless you wanna walk home alone, from here? Your choice.”

You sighed, and followed them. You couldn't possibly walk alone, in the middle of the night, in that dress. You stumbled, and Javi grabbed your arm.

“Lemme help you,” he said, smiling.

***

He led you to his apartment, Steve walking in front of you two. Your legs were still trembling from your orgasm and the alcohol in your blood. When you entered Javi’s place, the men glanced at each other and you felt slightly uncomfortable.

“You’re gonna drive me home, right?”

“Sure, baby”, Steve replied.

You shivered from the cold, your jacket was in your car, and your tight dress covered little of your body. Javi poured three shots of tequila, which he and Steve drank in one go. Javi handed one to you.

“Come on, hermosa. It’ll warm you up.”

You knew it wasn't a good idea, but you didn't dare refuse. You drank it, trying not to think about your complaining stomach.

They took off their jackets, and Steve moved closer to you. “Come dance with me,” he said, holding out his hand to you. Javi put on some music, and you mechanically took Steve’s hand. The music was soft, and even though you still felt shaky, Steve held you and you couldn't deny the warmth in your lower stomach. His hands slid down your body, brushing against your back then your hips, his nose buried in your neck. He breathed into you and his soft growls fueled the fire within you. When he moved his body closer to yours, you felt his hard cock. Javi joined you, pressing himself against your back. He was hard too. You let them lead the pace, and their sensual caresses made you forget your discomfort.

“You know, beautiful, we’d like to have a good time with you. I think you want it too. Don’t ya?”

“I…I don’t know. I’m not feeling well.”

“I’ll tell you what. We're gonna check if your pretty little pussy wants it. Ok?"

Without waiting for your response, Javi lifted your short dress.

“Look at me, baby”, Steve said, as Javi slipped his hand into your panties.

“Wow, hermosa…you're dripping. This pussy wants to get filled. She wants to take some cocks.”

Steve's eyes were fixed on Javi's, before looking into yours. His gaze was overflowing with carnal desire while Javi was gently running his finger over your clit.

“What do you think, baby? I know you liked it in the car. Want a little more?”

You couldn’t deny that Steve made you come quickly. If he was as good at fucking you as he was at fingering, you were going to have a great time. While you were trying to gather your thoughts, he smelled his fingers covered with your dried cum and licked them.

“Taste her, Javi. She tastes so good.”

Stunned, you felt Javi remove his fingers from your pussy, before licking them too.

“Yeah…wanna eat that cunt now. You’re ok with that, Hermosa?”

You saw yourself nodding, without really controlling your response.

“Come in the bedroom, bebita. Lemme taste you.”

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You followed them, and Steve led you to the bed where you lay on your back. Javi took off his shirt. He was beautiful. Both of them were.

Javi crawled across the bed to you, pulling your dress up over your hips. He licked your pussy still covered by your panties and you couldn’t help but moan. Steve sat next to you, took off his shirt too, and unzipped his jeans. Javi alternated between running his fingers and pressing his tongue against the soaked fabric. He pulled your panties to the side, and planted a kiss on our clit, making you moan instantly.

“Fuck, hermosa…wanna eat you so bad.”

He traced your folds with his nose, then his tongue. Pointing it at your folds, he spread them as it went through, and you were no longer holding back your moans.

“Wanna let me fuck you a little, before I taste you? Yeah?”

You nodded. The fire in your core was devouring you from the inside and you weren't really in a state to say ‘no’ anymore. When Javi settled between your thighs after taking off his jeans, Steve was already lying naked against you. He let his fingers run over your breasts, your stomach, your hips. Both of them were gorgeous and hot.

Javi took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against your folds to soak it with your wetness. As he nestled his tip at your entrance, Steve placed his fingers on your chin, turned your face to his, and kissed you. When Javi thrust in, you whimpered into Steve's mouth and he smiled. You felt your folds spread around Javi’s thick cock, and it felt good, so good that you couldn't help but moan.

“Oh fuck, you’re tight. Damn…already wanna blow my load into this pussy.”

He thrust in a few more times, growling in your neck each time he bottomed out, before pulling out and sitting down on his heels.

“Want me to fuck you too, beautiful?” Steve asked.

You nodded, and he manhandled you on top of him, your back on his chest, your dress pulled up above your breasts.

“We’re gonna make you feel really good, baby. Trust me.”

Your knees were bent and your feet planted on the bed. He grabbed his cock and pushed it up into you slowly, while Javi's eyes couldn't tear themselves away from your pussy swallowing Steve's cock. “Fuck me, that’s hot”, he said, still looking at the place where your bodies made one.

You felt exposed, fully offered to them, as Steve thrust into you slowly, after Javi had already stretched you.

Your eyes were closed, your body following Steve’s movements, so you didn’t see Javi leaning towards your pussy. When you felt his lips on your clit you breathed out a soft “oh my god”.

Steve said, “I told you we’d make you feel good, baby.”

And damn he was right. Steve’s cock was plunging in and out of your pussy while Javi was sucking on your clit. Sometimes he lapped at your folds, and you knew his tongue met Steve’s cock, his soft skin. It turned you on even more.

They heard you moan loader every time Javi’s tongue moved up from your folds to your clit, as he played with your sensations, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud. Steve groaned, still fucking your pussy, “Damn, I’m gonna come hearing you whimper like that, baby…”

"Not yet", Javi growled, "We're not done with her.”

He slightly lifted his torso up and asked you, “you’re gonna be a good girl, and cum on Steve’s cock, hermosa?”

You nodded, feeling how close you were from the double sensations. Javi’s tongue dancing over your clit and Steve’s slow strokes in your pussy were making your orgasm build fast.

“Come on, baby”, he said. Be a good girl, and soak my fat cock.”

When the climax hit you, Steve didn't stop talking. Telling you that he was proud of you, that you were taking his cock so well, and that he couldn’t wait to fill you up.

You had just come for the second time that night, and you thought it would be the last. But when Javi pulled back and Steve lifted you up, you realized that you were wrong. Javi lay down on the bed, as Steve took off your dress and said “You’re gonna ride Javi now, beautiful. Make him feel good, ok?”

You straddled Javi, and without hesitation this time you grabbed his cock with your hand before impaling yourself on it.

“Look at you, Hermosa…taking my big cock like a champ.”

Their praise made your head spin, and when Steve stood up and presented his cock to you, you didn't hesitate. You gave it a few licks, before letting him sink into your mouth. You slowed down your movements so you could suck him properly, and his precum was running down your throat.

“Yeah, just like that, baby. You’re so damn good at this.”

You were giving all of yourself, wanting to please him. At the same time Javi’s hands were roaming your body as you were riding him.

“Wanna suck my balls now, baby? Yeah, just like that, fuck…”

Steve held his cock against his lower stomach and jacked off while you licked his sack. You took one in your mouth, then the other, looking into his eyes. His gaze was down at you, as his firm hand kept jerking his cock, until he pushed it down your throat again, holding his balls in his large, firm hand.

“Fuck, Steve, we found a good slut. Ready to take our cocks in her little holes.”

Steve hummed, alternating between slow and deep thrusts in your mouth, and then fucked your throat until you were choking on his cock.

He pulled out and said before getting off the bed, “Fuck her rough now, make her scream on your thick cock. Gotta prepare her for what we’re gonna do next.”

You shivered when you heard him, wondering what he was talking about, but Javi didn’t give you time to think. He gripped your hips, fucking up into your pussy hard and fast.

“Yeah…take it like a good whore. Fuckin’ take it.”

Steve was sitting in a chair by the bed smoking a cigarette and watching you getting pounded. He turned on an oscillating fan standing on the dresser as it got too hot. The air was humid and smelled of sex.

Javi grabbed your neck with both hands, slowing down the pace and instead fucking you deeply, and groaned, “I want you to come on it.”

You didn't have the presence of mind to say that you couldn't come again. Your clit was rubbing against Javi’s lower stomach and, being impaled on his cock, you let your body take over and you came again, hearing Javi growl, “fuck…this pussy’s squeezing me so hard.”

Steve was calmly watching you unravel on Javi’s cock, a cigarette in his mouth and his hard dick in the hand. His thick long member was still glistening with your saliva as he was slowly stroking himself.

When you braced your hands on the bed feeling and looking spent after the drinks and the fucking, Javi sat up and let you rest on his chest. You were catching your breath on his lap, nuzzling his neck, when Steve got up from the chair and came up to the bed. He handed the almost finished cigarette to Javi who took a few drags, holding you against him.

Then the men looked at each other, communicating without saying a word, and Steve slid his hands under your arms lifting you and helping you off the bed. The men were manhandling you as if you were a fuck doll for them to use. You felt degraded but couldn’t help but love it.

You stumbled on your trembling legs and Steve immediately grabbed you by the back of your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he searched for your lips with his.

Everything was buzzing around you and you felt like you could fall off him every second. So you embraced his neck tightly with your arms and let him devour your mouth. You couldn’t help but rock your hips and grind your pulsating clit against his soft tummy.

While kissing Steve, you heard Javi get off the bed and stand behind you. His hands grasped your thighs and he whispered into your ear, “ready to take our fat cocks, hermosa?”

When you parted from Steve and looked at him with worry, the man gave you a carnal smile, tilting his head.

“We got you so wet, baby, they’ll slide in with no problem. And we’ll be slow, we promise. Right, Javi?” he said with a smirk glancing at his friend over your shoulder.

“Claro (sure),” Javi chuckled, as Steve’s cock nudged your wet hole.

You moaned when he pushed his tip into you, your thighs spread wide around his middle letting him do it easily.

“Stick it deep inside her. She deserves it,” Javi murmured, his lips brushing against your neck.

You felt Steve’s cock slide into you deeper inch by inch until he bottomed out with a soft ‘yeah’, his fingers digging into your thighs. Steve made a few slow thrusts bouncing you on his cock and you whimpered into his shoulder.

“Stuff her pussy with me, Javi.”

He grasped the back of your neck with one hand and pushed you closer to him, your naked breasts pressed to his chest. Javi was helping to hold you up as Steve’s length was buried deep inside your cunt.

“Got a place for me, hermosa?” Javi murmured and his hand guided his cock to your entrance, already stretched around Steve’s thick member.

You felt him push the tip in and you gasped.

“C’mon, bebita, let me in,” he whispered as his hand slithered between your bodies and he began rubbing your throbbing clit. Your eyes rolled back and Javi finally slid the head in. You felt stretched to the limit as the second cock was spreading your walls wider but the dull ache soon was replaced by pleasure when they started rhythmically rolling their hips. Your moans and their grunts filled the bedroom as their cocks were moving in and out of your crying cunt. Steve’s half lidded eyes were locked with yours.

“Fuck… love your pussy, baby.. ‘s tight.”

“She’s dripping down my balls, Steve. Nuestra putita (our little slut),” Javi said through panting, increasing the pace at which his length was ruining you. Pleasure was spreading through every cell in your body and you were trembling in their arms.

Your cries were getting louder and the men were growling with animalistic vigour, caging you between their sweaty bodies.

“Come again for us, baby, come on our cocks,” Steve encouraged you as his hand grabbed your breast and he twitched your nipple.

“We’re gonna fill you so full, hermosa, you’ll taste our cum on your tongue,” Javi whispered, leaving kisses on your cheek and jaw, still rubbing your clit with his fingers.

Steve chuckled at Javi’s words and they both started moving you up and down their cocks. The gentleness was gone, only feral desire was leading their actions. You felt their members slide against each other inside your dripping pussy, hitting your cervix and massaging your soft spot.

Your climax hit you so hard and you were shaking in their embrace and tears welled up in your hazy eyes. Every part of your body was flooded with ecstasy and your brain shut off while they kept fucking you through your shattering orgasm.

Soon they both followed you. First Steve moaned, closed his eyes and thrust deep and slow into you, shooting the spurts of his warm cum as deep as he could.

“Gonna fill her too,” Javi growled and bit your shoulder before he began squirting his seed making your pussy even fuller. Steve seemed completely lost in the pleasure. They both kept fucking you through their highs and the lewd sounds of squelching mixed with the moans.

When they stilled inside you, you slumped down in their arms completely spent, exhausted, fucked out like never before and they both placed you down on the bed. You all were breathing heavily, bodies sweaty and satiated.

Javi went to get a cigarette and Steve sat down on the bed next to you. He was looking down at you smiling while his hand glided down from your stomach to your puffy folds. You whimpered when his thumb brushed your clit and you tried to close your legs.

“Shh, I won’t, I won’t. Just wanna see you ruining the sheets, baby. Spread ‘em.”

Still catching your breath you opened your legs. You felt a trickle of their cum spill out generously out of your stretched hole and slide down to your asshole. Steve cursed.

“Javi, come look at our messy girl,” he said, his eyes glued to your overflowing pussy. His fingers kept sliding between your folds gathering the pearly liquid and pushing it back inside you.

Javi came up to the bed, his semi hard cock swaying with each movement, and stood there smoking and watching Steve play with your cunt. You felt your core tighten again but couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. The room was spinning when you finally let yourself rest and fell into deep sleep.

***

You woke up the next day in your bed, your pussy sore and your head pounding. Your roommate said that a blonde man had brought you home asleep in his arms early in the morning. You tried to puzzle together the details of the night but all you could remember was the best fucking of your life.

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Little Bunny

Javier Peña x you

Summary: 2.1K Javier mistakes you for someone looking to make money. He doesn’t know that your dad is his boss - Or - Extremely frisky Javier gets bratty reader on her knees and takes what he wants <3

Warnings: 18+ mdni, SMUT, age gap, flirty and sweaty Javier, face fucking, he takes what he wants, dominate & aggressive, darkish!javier, pet names, praise kink, dirty talk <3

Based on this ask from @justlulu : Hey, I LOVE your dark content 🩷 I was wondering if you write for Javi Pena too, and also if you take requests?

I do take requests!! Thank you for your kind words. This is my first Javier post. Please comment and let me know what ya’ll think! 🤍

You wanted his huge hands to pull you up to his mouth, light you on fire and suck whatever he needed from you. You’d burn for him, one look in your direction and you were sure.

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The store’s bell rings as the door opens, letting in more of the unforgiving summer air. Along with it comes a broad figure, cast in the shadow from the awning. A quaint “buenas,” was directed towards the register as the fluorescent lights flickered, taking him in too. The artificial glow on his sweat-covered skin dropped down the collar of his shirt. It was a darker pink, unbuttoned and covered in his swelter. Leather jacket atop.

You knew what he was right away. In the way he walked, scanned the room before even stepping two feet inside of it. This town was full of them. You knew who he was a few moments after. He turns towards you, eyes hidden behind yellow aviators. They were one of three prominent features gracing his face, the others being his nose and neatly trimmed mustache. Each guided his presence with a dignified assurance, leaving an indelible mark on anyone fortunate enough to gaze upon his countenance.

In other words, he was fucking beautiful. And he was fucking delusional if he thought the Ray Bans weren’t going to set him apart from the general public. They were his staple and they screamed, “I’m probably a fucking DEA agent.”

You’d heard of him too, Javier. Or Peña, in the stories your dad told you. “You could never tell anyone these things mi vida, I tell them to you because I want you to be safe while we’re here.” You’d spent too many times looking at the pictures on his desk, the ones he had put in front of you stating, “puedes confiar en estos hombres si lo necesitas.”

“You can trust these men if you need to.” Is that so? Since when have you been able to trust any man? Especially ones who look like that in a pair of fitted blue jeans. Especially ones who take you from everything you know and move you to a different country in order to ‘make sure you’re protected’.

The store was mostly empty besides you- and now him. His presence was heavy, not easy to ignore. He looked too pretty- and he looked like your next game piece.

His cologne immediately filled the air and was followed by what an entire pack of cigarettes must smell like. You wanted his huge hands to pull you up to his mouth, light you on fire and suck whatever he needed from you. You’d burn for him, one look in your direction and you were sure.

Javier must have felt you eating him up and you blush, feigning casual interest in the snacks in front of you. But he smirks as his lips part, catching you starring. “No he visto a nadie tan hermosa como tú en mucho tiempo.” Fuck.

He was in front of you, having already looked you up and down as he walked towards you. What a dog.

“I’m sorry?”

“Ah,” he chuckled, looking around. “You speak English.”

“I do.” At least you used to, before he spoke to you and you had to crane your neck upwards to meet his eyes. He had taken his sunglasses off at some point, you were too enamored by his waist to see much else.

“I said, ‘I haven’t seen anyone so beautiful in so long.’”

He swiped his thick thumb across his pouting lips while he waited for your response. That usually works, huh?

It did.

He was flirting with his bosses daughter. He had absolutely no idea who you were, where you were going after this. The power that you yielded, simply from the last name you held. You quietly laughed. He must think you’re full of information, by how hard he’s trying. Why wouldn’t you want to be full of him? He was trying to get something from you.

His demeanor shifted as he waited for a response. Not towards embarrassment, he doesn’t seem the type. More so towards, ‘Fuck. Maybe I came on a little too strong.”

You open your mouth, contemplating what to say next as your eyes return to his. A spark of something…lust? Recognition? No.

His gaze flickers before he turns his attention back to the snacks. He knows that this is the most important part of the conversation.

“I was thinking the same when I saw you walk through that door.” You surprised him. He sat down the crumpled bag and looked back at you.

“Is that so?” He started, but you interrupted, not wanting him to keep the conversation going and figure who you were, how young you were, that you weren’t worth a shit when it came to flirting. That you weren’t someone who couldn’t be an informant.

“Can I have one of those?” You pointed towards his crotch, meaning his back pocket where his tattered box of cigarettes sat against his ass. You watched as his smile spread, laughing beneath the deep breath he takes as he pulls them out and smacks them flat against his wide palm. He picks one and hands it to you.

He lowers his voice as he steps even closer. “You can have whatever you want, conejita. Let’s take this outside.”

You looked down at his fingers and imagined what they were capable of, how long they were. All of the spots inside of you that they could caress. You took the cigarette and looked into him.

“Let’s.”

You imagined Javier liked to keep his outside of work activities on the low. His dirty little secrets were easier to keep when he hid them behind the facade of work. Of doing good for the world. They also happened to do well with his cock. You wondered if he paid them, too.

Of course he does. He’s a gentleman. ‘Someone to rely on’.

You put it between your lips as he dug in his other pocket for his lighter. “How can you fit anything in those? Let alone find anything.”

“Hey, these jeans don’t look good on just anybody, baby.”

Baby.

You huff and he falls back, scrunching his eyebrows towards the setting sun as he lights his own cigarette, first. What a gentleman. The fine lines of his face soften after he takes a long hit.

His hands ghost your face as the click of the lighter ignites and the fire burns closely to your face.

“What’s your name, anyways?” You ask, pulling in the burn.

“Peña.”

“Do you have a first name? Or is the last one just cooler?” He smirks.

Both of you sat in silence for a moment, looking around the street at the children playing.

“S’not too safe for you out here right now.”

“Why’s that?”

“Mierda, eres difícil, ¿no? Just trust me.” He huffed out a laugh.

So you did. There were eyes everywhere, if need be. You said what he had been pining for the entire time.

“So take me home then, Peña.”

He wasted no time walking you to where he was staying, the warmth of his palm not leaving your lower back until you made it to his front door. He had been trying to get small things out of you during the stroll. Where were you from? Why were you visiting? You didn’t give him much and you could tell it was bothering him. Every once in a while he would look down at you, his breath falling right into the ticklish spot on your ear. You wanted him.

It didn’t come as a surprise to either of you when he guided you in the door, shut it quickly and then grabbed the back of your head, moving his lips against yours.

He was soft and gentle, but his grip in your hair was stern- he’d seen the world, felt it. Watched it bleed, be unmerciful. He kissed you on your lips, then once on your cheek as an apology for not being able to contain himself. He kissed between your collar bones, lovingly, moving down to your breasts.

“How old are you again?”

“20’s. Old enough.” You were breathless. His lips were kissing at your sweat.

“Mhmm,” he moans against your skin.

“Gonna have to fuck it out of you, aren’t I?”

“I don’t give away information for free, Peña.”

“Get on the bed mi conejita.” He growled. For his line of work, he wasn’t very patient.

It was dark in his room, and the entirety of it smelled of him. You wanted to sink into his sheets and cover yourself in him. You made your way to the bed in the right corner of the room, the only light from the orange streetlights, barely on from the newly descending darkness.

He had been a flirt since the moment he opened his mouth, but he saved himself for the darkness. You prop yourself up, sitting at the middle edge of his bed with your feet on the ground, waiting for instruction. He seems like he’s the type who wants to be in charge.

His shirt is off quickly, and the amber light hugs the curves of his chest, his hips. His lips touch exactly what he wants them to, nothing more. You wanted them to wrap around you like they had his cigarette, before.

His nose kisses you, too. He kisses like he never will again. And he doesn’t, not really. Not many people have touched his lips, as compared to the rest of him.

He’s an angry man, it runs through his veins, and you can feel it in his force. But he wants so badly to be calm, still, soft, in the way he caresses you. How can you not be angry at the world when you’ve seen what he has?

The thing is, you have. Not to his extent, surely. But you’d seen a lot pass your dads desk.

“Now tell me, cariño, what do you need to give me what I want?” You scoffed as he pulled away, removing his arms from either side of you on his bed.

“Tell me your first name and then let me suck your cock.”

Who was winning at this game?

You pushed him forwards and made enough space in front of him for your body, as you slid down to your knees, hitting the hollow wood harder than anticipating as you unbuckle his belt. You go ahead and take it all the way off, kissing his stomach as you fidget with his zipper. His hair peaks out over the top of the layers as you impatiently pull his jeans lower.

He’s so hard that it’s making it difficult to take them off, cock pressing against the tight denim. He gasps softly as your hand reaches him. You pull his already showing head out of his boxers, licking your lips before wetting his tip and licking up anything he was already willing to give you.

“Javier,” He gasps his own name.

“Mmm,” you moan as you hold it in your hands. It’s heavy, long. His balls are heavier as you grasp them, only imagining the sound they’ll make slapping against your cunt.

You’d teased him enough.

“Javier,” you were whining now. He groaned at his name on your tongue, mixing with his precum.

“Hush and open your throat.”

You pushed your wet tongue into the bottom of your mouth, opening your lips wider in attempt to take him easily. But this wasn’t going to be easy, considering the size of him.

You let the saliva pool in your mouth and he lifts an eyebrow, asking for permission. You look up at him and nod.

Immediately his hand are in your hair, moving them around as he finds the right grip to fuck himself into your mouth.

“Too big baby? I thought you were a big girl? Old enough? That’s so cute, it’s not even all the way in. Let’s see if you can do it, hmm?” He lifts his head and it falls backwards as he takes your throat completely, your neck and body jumping at the intrusion. You find yourself lifting your hands to his hips, trying to find anything to hold onto as he fucks himself down your tongue and into the back of your mouth.

“So pretty, little bunny.” Finally revealing the nickname he gave you. “But I’m not finished yet.” You sputter around him, opening your throat even wider.

Your knees are carrying a dull ache, and you almost wish you hadn’t asked to suck him off. You remove yourself from him and attempt to catch your breath.

He continues carving out the shape of his cock in your throat and you relax, letting his angry head hit the back of your neck.

His voice is so deep, vibrating even, but his whimpers aren’t as they slip past his lips. He’s ruthless in his attempt.

“All done, sweet thing?” He pulls himself from your throat and looks at the connecting spit.

“I’m not. If this mouth isn’t gonna tell me what I want to hear than I might as well fill it as I see fit, yes?”

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To the Flame Chapter 1

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Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Chapter tags/warnings: not much yet, age gap, fluff, reader being horny (c'mon y'all it's me what do you expect), Javier being gorgeous, erotic novels honorable mention, mentions of cheating, stuff I'm probably forgetting

Chapter summary: You meet a beautiful stranger at the farmer's market. Is he what you need to get back on your feet?

A/N: Hey, y'all!! I'm so very excited about starting this series! I have so many plans, and I can't wait to share them with you! Please keep in mind that this story will get darker the more it progresses. Thank you for reading!

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You’ve been back in your hometown for about three months now. Three miserable and exhausting months. 

You’ve been working on the family farm four days a week, ten hours a day, every week since you got back. You figure it wouldn’t be so bad if you got to have the other three days off, but no. Those days are spent at the local farmer’s market, sitting in a stiff plastic chair in the sticky Texan heat. 

It doesn’t even matter that you wear a tank top and shorts to the market, you feel like you’re going to melt every damn time you have to go. The same goes for working on the farm, only you’re less fortunate in that situation. You know it’s smarter to wear jeans out there, so most of the time you do.

You’re trying to be grateful to your parents, you really are. They just make it so damn hard sometimes. Sure, they gave you a job when you needed one, but they never stop talking about how they were right. And they were, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. 

Your mom and dad never approved of your boyfriend, and had told you as much. You chose to ignore that fact considering they said that about every boyfriend you ever had. How the hell were you supposed to know if they were actually concerned, or if they just didn’t want you to date?

They had warned you about him. Told you that he wasn’t genuine, that you need to be careful. They told you the same about your so-called “best friend”, who was the person you found your boyfriend balls deep inside of three months ago.

But, of course, despite their protest, you had moved out with him anyway. Spent your savings on renting an apartment that he put practically nothing into. In retrospect, you really should have known; there were so many signs. You were just too damn stubborn to see them. You never would have guessed that he would go as far as to cheat on you.

Your own poor choices are what ultimately landed you back here, getting out of your dad’s old truck to unload a creaky table to set up the stand at the farmer’s market. Again. You roll your eyes and pop your earbuds in, putting on your favorite playlist. 

You open the back of the truck and start to drag the plastic table out. It slides across the bed effortlessly thanks to the morning dew it’s been sitting out in. Unfortunately, that detail is another pain in the ass more than anything, because you end up getting half-soaked as you haul it into the giant tent that makes up the market.

You get it set up in an empty booth, smacking the rusted hinges to get it to stand without risk of collapse. After you lean on it to make sure it won’t fall, you return to the truck to start the endless trips of carrying produce to the stand. You usually make your younger sister help you with this part since she often tags along, but, being a senior in highschool, she couldn’t make it today. 

Once you have everything put together and displayed on various shelves, you take a seat in the foldable chair you had brought with you. You expect it will be a slow day, as Mondays usually are, so you brought a book to pass the time. 

You rarely sell anything on weekdays, you have no idea why your parents are so adamant about you coming all the way out here every monday since you got here. Maybe it’s just to get you out of the house—you wouldn’t put it past them.

You take one more look around the market to make sure there’s nobody approaching your stand before you open your book to the first page. It’s a newer, trashy romance. It’s a little embarrassing, sure, but you like what you like. 

Sometimes you swear your love life is awful or boring enough for you to actually wish to be in the place of the girls in your books. At least the fictional men seem genuine. Less likely to cheat on you with your best friend, you think bitterly. 

Less likely to manipulate into moving into an expensive apartment without helping, Less likely to treat you like shit. Plus, you probably wouldn’t mind the fact that they all seem to be absolute hunks and amazing in bed.

The sound of someone clearing their throat startles you from your spiraling thoughts, your cheeks reddening once you realize you have been staring blankly at the same page for a good few minutes. 

You have to steady yourself so you don’t drop your book on the dirt below you, which has you almost falling out of your chair in the process. 

You glance up at the stranger as you situate yourself, which doesn’t do much to help. The man is drop-dead fucking gorgeous. He’s staring down at you, clearly amused. His full lips are tugged up into a half-smirk. You think for a second that he looks familiar, but you would for sure remember seeing a man like this.

His hair is dark, a bit long and shaggy, but in the way that makes you want to run your fingers through it. He wears sunglasses, you notice with disappointment. You don’t know why you have such a strong urge to see what’s hidden under there. You’re guessing they’re brown. He seems to carry a kind aura, it’s a fitting idea that his eyes would be warm.

Even though you sense such a kindness emanating from him, there’s an annoying nagging from the back of your head that makes you uneasy. His stare is almost imposing, the way he carries himself adding so much to the effect. Your stomach bunches up in a frustrating way that signifies both anxiety and lust. You don’t really care much to figure out which is dominant at the moment. 

All you know is that you’re drawn to this man like a moth to a flame, and that after all you’ve been through, you deserve to admire him at the very least. It’s not often you come across such a good looking man. A fictional looking man. 

He cocks his head after you stare for what could probably be considered a second too long. Your face must be about the shade of a tomato at this point. The weight of an object in your hand quickly reminds you of the task at hand. 

This is a potential customer. You need to stop staring like a schoolgirl. Besides, he must be what… ten, fifteen years older than you? God, you can’t even tell. He looks mature, but somehow ageless at the same time. He has strong, masculine features, but a sort of boyish quality, too. If someone told you he was some kind of a god himself, you would have no trouble believing them.

“I-I’m so sorry, let me just put this down,” you say to the god, trying not to stumble over your own words after getting caught ogling. 

“No problem at all, sweetheart,” he says, clearly unbothered. Fuck, his voice. It’s deep and rich, and he has some sort of accent,  like he grew up speaking another language. Spanish? Probably spanish. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Down, girl.

You take a breath in through your nose, willing yourself to relax as you set your book down on the table in front of you. You resist the urge to shut your eyes out of embarrassment as he looks down at the erotic cover, and then back at you with an arched brow and an amused smile. You move quickly as you snatch the book back to flip it back-side-up.

“What can I get for you, sir?” you quietly attempt to move on from that interaction, trying to reign in some of your composure. He’s standing with one hand on his hip, which is jutted out just slightly. He licks his plush lips and stands up mostly straight before he speaks. He pulls a piece of paper out of his snug back pocket and starts to read off of it. 

Your face keeps a nice flush as he reads off of his list. Your core throbs every now and again as he talks, making it a bit hard for you to concentrate, but you’re pretty sure you got everything. 

You nod at him to let him know as much before you get up to collect everything. Who knows if your voice even works right now. You do your best to ignore the weight of his stare on your back as you move around.

“Haven’t seen you around before,” he says, obviously wanting to start a conversation. “You been here long?”

“No, not really,” you say, trying to level your voice as you place produce into bags. “Well, kind of. I grew up here but I moved away a few years ago. Only been back for a couple months now. I’m staying to help my parents for a bit before I can get back onto my feet,” you finish as you secure the last bag. 

You look up as you place the goods on the table, this time meeting the man’s uncovered eyes. Brown and expressive, just as you imagined. You smile absentmindedly, and he mirrors your action, making your stomach twist once again. What a fucking smile. 

“Well, welcome back, then,” he says. “I’m Javier. Prefer it if you would call me Javi, though.” 

“Javi it is,” you say, liking the feel of his name on your tongue. You tell him your name and he nods. 

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” 

Fuck this man, he has to know what he’s doing. 

“Thank you,” you say, trying to control the pitch of your voice. 

He watches you as you place his bags on the table in front of you, now full of his requested items. As you catch his gaze, everything around you seems to fade to black. No sounds, no movement. All you can focus on is the sudden electric current that is born between the two of you. 

A nervous flutter starts in your stomach, but you just can’t bring yourself to look away, as if the attraction would be broken and gone forever if you did. The two of you hold eye contact for what could be a minute or ten before someone walks past your stand, drawing your attention back to reality.

You both let out a breath you’ve been holding, yours probably more shaky than his. You shake your head and start to add up his total after wiping your sweaty palms on your shorts. He stands back on his heels, his hands shoved into his pockets as he watches you work.

It only takes a moment. You tell him his total and he slides his wallet out, handing you the exact cash. You both thank each other at the same time, making you giggle. He smiles wider at the sound. 

“You’ve got a nice laugh, sweetheart,” he complements warmly. 

“Thank you. I made it myself,” you joke. Javi chuckles to himself, almost like he’s surprised to hear you make a joke. “Sorry,” you say, laughter in your own voice. “That was kind of lame.” 

“No, that was pretty clever, actually,” he says through his smile. 

You let yourself get one more good look as you reciprocate the gesture, fully expecting him to part ways. He doesn’t though, instead he asks you the one question you had hoped that nobody would ask you. 

“What brought you back here?” 

Your smile drops slightly and you consider lying to him, telling him that your parents wanted your help and that’s all. You know you can’t, though. There’s no point in trying to hide the truth. Nothing stays hidden in this small town. 

So you don’t. You sum up every stupid, unfair thing that made you return home. There’s a flash of sympathy in his gaze that makes you want to shut up, but some sick part of you craves that sympathy at the same time. 

It only takes you a couple minutes to have everything out, but he stays quiet and patient the entire time. Never interrupting you once and nodding along at all the right parts to let you know he’s listening. 

You haven’t felt this seen in a long time, It feels good. It makes you want to wrap yourself up in this total stranger’s arms and beg him to hold you. Fuck, now you’re picturing that. You need to not picture that. Luckily you don’t have much of a chance to, because he’s responding to you only a few seconds after you finish. 

“Well, that’s a damn shame. Fuckin’ boys don’t even know how to treat a sweet girl anymore.” Javi says, making you blush once again. 

The attention he gives you feels the same as jumping into a cool pool after being in the sun all day. It’s unbelievably refreshing to hear something like that instead of the usual scolding and ‘I told you so’s.  

He seems to put thought into what comes out of his mouth, and it genuinely makes you feel like he cares. Like he wants to make sure you hear what you deserve to hear.

“What makes you so sure I’m sweet?” you ask playfully, trying to change the topic to ignore the craving for more kind words. Might as well flirt a little while you’re at it, you figure. What can it hurt?

“Just a hunch,” he says, his tone the same as yours as his smile crinkled eyes bore into yours. You nod a little, your adoring smile never wavering.

 You both notice the small line of people beginning to form behind Javi at the same time. He almost looks disappointed at the sight, like he doesn’t want to leave just yet. 

“Just one second, honey,” he says, digging the scrap of paper from before out of his pocket again. Once he has that laid against the table in front of him, he supplies a pen from the front pocket of his shirt. He uses it to scribble something down onto the paper. 

You crane your neck slightly to try to catch a peak, but you can’t tell with how fast he’s writing. When he’s done, he folds it once, slides it your way, and gives a singular nod. 

“See you around, sweetheart,” he says as he starts to leave. 

“Yeah. See you,” you mumble under your breath as you watch him stride away, bags of produce in hand.

A woman walks up to the table, and you quickly turn to her. 

“So sorry about that. How can I help you?” you ask quickly, eyeing the paper Javi left behind.

It only takes you a little while to get everyone who was in line checked out, but it feels like it could have been hours. As soon as the last customer starts to walk away, your hands are on the note, shakily unfolding it to reveal Javi’s (suitably) scratchy handwriting. 

You see what you can only assume to be his phone number, and above it, there’s a note. 

“I would love to see you again, sweet girl. Give me a call?” 

Your heart flutters as you bite your lip and read the note over again. There’s no way you’re not taking up that offer. 

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Roads (complete) 🖤 3 years ago, Joel broke your heart and you left your hometown

Blackmail [Joel x reader x Javier Peña] (complete) In exchange for his help to let Joel and you out of the QZ, a new soldier, Javier, asks him for something more than just ration cards

⚡Smack my b*tch up [Joel x reader x Tommy x raiders] ⚫ In a raider's life

Wolf like me | part 2 🖤 (complete) You meet someone who finally fills the void in you

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'75 summer camp ⚫ In the '75 summer, you and your friends go to a camp for a few days

Halloween party ⚫ (ficlet) Joel wants you, but you're married to his brother

Taxi driver You have an affair with Joel, a taxi driver. He is obsessed with you

Keep on your mean side ⚫ written with @aurorawritestoescape Joel takes you to Degradation Town

The execution ⚫ During an execution at the QZ, a stranger gets a little too close

Room 301 (age gap) Joel finds out that babysitting isn't your only student job

Déjà vu ⚫ After a bad experience with a former boyfriend, you meet Joel who makes you trust him fully in the bedroom

The burglary [Joel x reader x Tommy] ⚫ written with @aurorawritestoescape Two men break into your house and take more than just your valuables

Movie night (ficlet) You and Joel go to the movies, but the screening doesn't go as planned

Bad girl [Joel x reader x Tommy] written with @aurorawritestoescape You break into Joel Miller’s house but not everything goes according to plan

Snowflakes ⚫(ficlet) You and Joel are on your way back from patrol. You fall asleep not expecting this night to be worse than your encounters with the infected

After (age gap, virginity loss) You want Joel and finally get the opportunity to have him

⚡Owned (ficlet, age gap)

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Blackmail [Javi x reader x Joel Miller] (complete) In exchange for his help to let Joel and you out of the QZ, a new soldier, Javier, asks him for something more than just ration cards

⚡The hounds of hell [Javi x reader x Steve] ⚫written with @aurorawritestoescape You meet two DEA agents in a bar. You drink too much and they offer to take you home

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The brat Javi puts reader in place after she’s been teasing him at the office all day

Lie still [Javi x reader x Steve] ⚫ Two DEA agents come to your apartment to extract information from you

Empty spaces [Javi x reader ; Steve x reader] 🖤 Javi walks away from you, and you don't know how to handle the situation anymore

Glory O [Javi x reader x Steve] You work in a brothel, and two guys want to try something new

⚡Neat Javi broke up with you, convinced that you were too different. He regrets it and comes to your apartment one night, drunk. You "take advantage" of him. 

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[agentmarcuspike]

let me fade away

dark!javier peña x f!reader

warnings: noncon (dead dove, do not eat), unprotected piv, oral (m), swallowing, drug use, public bathroom, degradation, bruising, crying, abuse of power, pain word count: ~ 1.8k a/n: this was written as a sort of... f'ed up therapy for myself, but you're still allowed to think it's hot. hopefully you do. a mix of hot and heart-wrenching ♡

The pad of your index finger rubs the rough texture of your tongue as you wet it before digging into the little plastic bag in your hand. White powder sticks to the moisture, and you put the finger back in your mouth, smearing the dust across the inside of your upper lip, where the tops of your teeth meet the gum. Your own reflection looks back at you from the plastic mirror of the club’s only bathroom. Eyes glazed over, dry and tired, you will yourself not to blink until you recognize yourself.

You repeat the action, leaving the finger in your mouth this time, sucking on it lasciviously. It takes you a second to realize someone is clawing at the lock from the outside, and before you can pull it together and put the bag back in your bra, the lock clicks and the door slams open.

The man in the doorway locks eyes with you immediately. Moving his gaze downwards, first to the finger you’re still sucking on, too shocked to move a muscle, and then to the bag of drugs in your other hand. When he looks back up to you, his mouth twitches into a wicked smile, mustache twitching with it.

He shoots a glance over his shoulder, and repositions himself to make sure he covers the doorway with his broad frame.

“Powdered sugar?” he jokes, no humor in his voice.

You finally open your mouth and wipe the saliva from the finger on your skirt.

Only nodding in response, he huffs, forcing his way inside the already cramped room, before closing the door behind him. The lock clicks shut. He takes half a step forward. There’s no room for you to escape, and your back hits the cold tile of the wall immediately.

You try to steady your breathing, heart racing due to the drugs or the man, you're not sure, maybe both. Through the stench of piss, you smell him. He smells strongly of cigarettes, with a hint of a heavy aftershave, and as he moves even closer, you can smell his leather jacket too.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you,” he murmurs, tilting his head down from where he towers over you. Refusing to look him in the eyes, you focus your eyes on everything else. The top three buttons of his shirt undone. The broken zipper on his jacket. The way his belly protrudes slightly over his belt. The groin of his jeans where– Your breath hitches when you realize what you’re looking at. He’s hard.

In a panic your head shoots up as a gasp escapes you. You can’t avoid his gaze now. He’s grinning.

“Wanna help me out with that?” You shake your head profusely. “No?”

You want to look away, but his big hand cups your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him.

“Your pupils say otherwise. They’re big as fucking dinner plates.” A snicker as he carefully brushes a strand of hair away from your face. Then he leans down, his lips so close to your ear you can feel the dampness from his breath as he whispers: “I think you want it.”

His eyes don’t flicker as his huge hand envelops yours.

“You like it dirty, don’t you?” He guides your hand to palm him through his jeans. “I know, I saw you. Doing drugs in bathrooms, sucking on your fingers.” The feel of him twitching under your touch is almost arousing, in a humiliating way. His chest is so close you can feel his every breath, and he grinds himself into your palm, still holding you in place, his grip unrelenting.

“If you suck on something else for me, I might let your little misdemeanor slip.”

“You wanna be a good girl for me and do that?” You whisper a 'no', so weak it's barely audible. “No…?” he continues. “Knew you were a bad girl. And bad girls need discipline.”

He grabs your hips and spins you around, shoving you violently back into the wall. Holding your head in place, cheek pressed against the cold tiles, his other hand makes quick work of yanking your underwear off. You gasp as the material digs harshly into your skin before tearing with a sharp rip.

“Is all your underwear this cheap?” he mutters with an impatient grunt, throwing the fabric to the floor. Using his shoe to move it around, the thin material soaks up piss and water, before he kicks it out of the way. “Not good for your pussy,” he says as he grabs your hips, pinching and scratching as you try to wiggle out of his grip.

Your ass is bare, skirt bunched up around your waist. The coarse material of his jeans as he grinds against you leaves your skin red and raw, sore from scrapes and scratches made by his metal zipper.

For a second he lets go, long enough for you to gasp for air, only for his elbow to harshly dig in between your shoulder blades while he uses his free hand to open his belt buckle and free himself. 

As you hear him spit into his hand and shove it in between the wall and your body, you close your eyes in shame. There’s no hiding the wetness that had gathered between your legs before he entered the room. Your skin is twice as sensitive as usual, but where a touch would usually soothe, even feel good, he makes it burn.

A groan escapes him as his fingers find you drenched. “Wow…” he sighs into your hair, chest flush to your back. “You make this too easy, querida.” 

For a few seconds the only things you can hear are the thumping bass from the speakers in the club, your own heartbeat in your ears, and the obscene sound of your own slick being smeared around the man’s cock. 

And then it’s all replaced by a ringing in your ears as he forces himself inside of you. It takes him two thrusts to be fully sheathed in your heat. He keeps shoving himself in and out, and you feel him all the way in your stomach, in your throat. His length forces tears out from behind your eyes, and you let them wet your dry lips as you gasp at each forward buck of his hips.

His pubic bone ruts painfully against your spine as he buries himself deeper, deeper, impossibly deeper. You’ve never felt this full. You know you shouldn’t like this. And you don’t, but you do, and your body betrays you as you let out something that sounds more like a moan than a whimper. 

The noise has his hand on your throat in an instant, fingers clenching around your windpipe. He pulls your head towards him, the back of your head colliding painfully with his collar bone. “Careful, baby… Keep it down.” His voice is strained, and he leans his head on yours, sharp chin leaving secret bruises underneath your hair.

Your head is foggy with pain or with pleasure, you’re not sure anymore whether you want it to endure or end. Everything aches, your teeth, even your nails. You wish you had something to bite into, but you’re clenching your jaw so hard you’re not sure you could open your mouth if you wanted to. 

Without more warning than a grunt, the man pulls out and flips you around to face him. You take in his disheveled hair and wild eyes. His lips are slightly parted as he looks at you for a second, before his hands grip your shoulders and he pushes you down on your knees. His fingers pry your jaws apart, and for a second you’re grateful.

“Look at me,” he demands. He caresses your lower lip with a calloused thumb. Peering up at him, a lump forms in your throat. His dark eyes are glazed over, and you’re not sure whether he’s looking at you or your gaping mouth. 

Gripping the back of your head with one hand and his cock with the other, he pushes himself down your throat before you can protest. You gag around his length, spit and tears meeting on your chin. His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling, tearing until you’re sure he'll rip your scalp from your skull.

It’s just a few more seconds before he abruptly pulls your head back, leaving only the head of his cock in your mouth as he shoots ropes of hot cum down your throat in quick bursts. You feel him throb and twitch on your tongue while he groans above you. In a startlingly thoughtful gesture, he wipes away the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. He lifts the finger to his mouth and licks it, swallowing your tears as he closes your mouth and makes you swallow his spend. 

His movements are slower now, more careful, but just as decisive. Hooking his hands around your biceps, he pulls you to your feet, and holds you steady while your shaking legs find the ground underneath you. Exhaustion crashes over you. Your head falls forwards, crashing into the man’s chest, and your body threatens to collapse. 

“Look at me,” he repeats, sternly now, not forcefully. He pushes you away from him slightly so he can lift your chin up with a finger. His stare is sharp, eyes boring into you as if looking for something. “I’m calling you a cab.” 

And with that, he lets go of you, and turns on his heel to open the door. The booming music from outside fills your ears as you watch his broad back disappear, and without as much as another glance towards you, the door closes behind him.

Alone again, reality washes over you. You turn to look in the mirror, and someone else is looking back at you. Their eyes are red and puffy, one cheek marked with indents from the lines between wall tiles. Hair a mess, make-up smudged. Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, and when you swallow harshly, the taste of his bitter spend is still strong in your dry mouth.

Your hands grip the porcelain sink, and you bend over, hurling. Clumps of white is mixed with the liquids filling the sink, and you gag over and over, until the only thing you can taste is acid.

A quick rap on the door startles you, and a bouncer enters without warning. Seeing your disheveled state and the sick threatening to spill from the sink, he grabs your arm, pulling you out with him.

“I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” he says as he shepherds you towards the exit, leaving you alone on the pavement outside. 

You take a shaky breath of cold air. The night outside feels quiet, the sounds of city life distant and distorted. A taxi honks its horn at you, and a man yells from the driver's side, asking you if you’re the one he’s waiting for. 

Flattening your skirt, you shake your head, and walk the other way.

a/n: header by me, divider by @cafekitsune

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[toxicanonymity]

The Raid.

2.7k, dark!Javi P x f!reader | SERIES MASTER

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Your gaze falls down his tac vest to his tight jeans and a bulge you didn’t see before. Peña follows your eyes, looks down at himself, then sighs.  "Ay, pobrecita" (poor little girl), he whispers insincerely, putting on a frown. He uses his gun to nudge your chin up and bring your eyes back to his. 

WARNINGS: I8+, canon-typical violence, drug abuse, dubcon blow job (power dynamic / transactional / drugs), jacking off, fingering, cumplay, manhandling, handcuffs, gunplay, degradation, kidnapping

A/N: Yes, it's raider Javi. . . inspired by the original raider Joel fic (not the whole series and it will not progress the same way). Tysm 🖤

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You're lying on the sofa in your boyfriend Jack's slum house while he and a buddy count stacks of cash on the kitchen table and bitch about their street dealers. It’s a typical night. One friend is still playing grand theft auto on the floor. Every surface is littered with bottles, takeout boxes, crumpled up foil, and baggies.  You're laid out on the sagging sofa, scrolling your phone, about to drift off.  

There's a loud rap at the door. "DEA." Your heart jumps to your throat and you jolt upright. 

"FUCK," Jack yells and grabs his gun off the table.  "Go to the bedroom, you'll be fine," he tells you as he heads to the kitchen and out the back.  You sit there in disbelief that he's leaving you. The DEA doesn't knock again before busting down the door.  "DROP YOUR WEAPONS."  

Several agents swarm the house, wearing bullet-proof vests, crouching as they prowl around, pointing their guns. 

Two men approach you while a few more agents mill around the house. 

"Don't let anyone leave," says a mustached man on his way through the house. 

"Got it, Peña," confirms one of the men standing in front of you. Peña nods, glances at you, then sees Jack running away and rushes out after him.  

Both of the men in front of you are big. One taller, one more muscular. They look at you like you're a piece of meat. They guard you for a few minutes, keeping their guns trained on you.  They talk about you like you're not there. 

"Pretty girl,” the tall one says. 

The other man takes a step back, craning to see out the window before answering, "we got time, Ed." Ed, the taller one, puts his gun in his vest and unbuckles his belt. Meanwhile, you bolt off the sofa and try to dodge the other man on your way to the door. A third agent catches you and shoves you back to the original two, asking "Lose something'?" He sticks around.

Ed, with his pants still unbuckled, slaps you across the face with the back of his hand. It stings, but you laugh at him as if it doesn’t hurt. 

With that, the newest man steps forward and raises his gun to your head.  You flinch and your courage drains away. "Clothes off, he demands." You look to the door for help, but no one's coming. Yet another agent is making his way over. Your'e shaking as you strip down to your underwear with four men now facing you. 

Ed lewdly grabs his crotch. "Woulda been a whole lot happier with this." Then he brings his gun to your face and prods your cheek. "But let's see what this pretty mouth can do." 

. . .

A few minutes later, you’re relieved to hear voices and footsteps outside. Peña skids through the door, panting. He removes a pair of aviators as he takes in the scene. Under his green bullet proof vest, his tan shirt is darkened with sweat. His brow furrows at you in your underwear with the barrel of a gun in your mouth. 

"Dejenla, pendejos," (leave her alone, assholes) Your heart flutters with appreciation as they slowly back away. 

"She tried to run," one says. Peña points his gun at them, arms straining his sleeves.  The men back away obediently. "Outside. All of you," he tells them calmly but sternly. They disperse, slowly and sheepishly. "NOW," he booms. They leave the door cracked. “Cerrado” (Closed), Peña snaps, and they shut the door. 

When the door closes, it’s just you and Peña. You reach for your shirt on the sofa to put it back on, but he points his gun at you. "No. Don't fucking move." He’s still catching his breath.  He walks backwards, keeping his gun fixed on you as he makes his way to the front door. He reaches behind himself and locks the deadbolt, then holds the gun with both hands again. 

"You wanna go to jail?" He asks and you shake your head no. He approaches you in no hurry, still aiming the gun at you."Cause that's what's s'posed to happen."

You look into his big, brown eyes, trying to connect with something. 

"Here’s what happens," he starts, his breath still somewhat labored. "I take what’s mine and the DEA’s. . .” 

You nod. 

“and when I let them back in, they take what they want.”  He gestures to the drugs and money on the table, then wipes his brow. "So. . ." He takes a moment to breathe, then raises his eyebrows. "you want them to take what they want," he gestures his gun down your body. "Or want me to take you in?"  He wets his lips and his eyes fall to your bra for a moment. 

"Neither,” you plead. 

He sighs and finally lowers his gun. He uses his left sleeve to wipe his brow but the sleeve is almost too short. His hairline is matted with perspiration.  He bends forward and braces his hands on his thighs to look at you, right hand holding the gun against his jeans. 

"Here's what we're gonna do. . ."  His face is tense, but his voice is low and soothing. "We're gonna make a deal, aren't we?"  He nods. He wets his lips and looks you over. You nod back, just barely.  Your gaze falls down his tac vest to his tight jeans and a bulge you didn’t notice before.

Peña follows your eyes, looks down at his pants, then sighs. 

"Ay, pobrecita" (poor little girl), he whispers insincerely, putting on a frown. 

He uses his gun to nudge your chin up and bring your eyes back to his. 

"Be a good girl for me," he says. "And we'll see what I can do." 

You nod. 

“You can call me Javi,” he offers, and you tell him your name. Your wallet is right there anyway. 

"Can I put this away?" He asks, holding up his gun. You nod.  "Nowhere to run," he warns you as he slips the gun into his vest. He adjusts himself then braces both hands on his thighs again and hardens his face. "Try something, and I'll let them back in for an hour, then cuff you myself. ¿Comprende?" 

You nod again. 

"Dime que comprendes" (tell me you understand).

"Yes," you confirm. "Entiendo." (I understand).

"Que bueno, pobrecita" (Good). He lets his eyes fall down your body hungrily. "How should we make this deal official?" 

You reach for his pants. He puts his hands out of the way and rests them loosely on his hips. His pelvis pushes forward as you palm the warm, ample bulge in his tight jeans. The front of his shirt has come slightly untucked from his foot pursuit, exposing a sliver of tummy that expands with his breathing as his cock hardens under your palm.  You catch a waft of his sweat and it sends a pang between your legs. You give him a slow, sensual rub with pressure. 

“Mm, good girl.” 

His massive hand comes to your face.  He grips your jaw and makes you look at him. You pause your hand then continue rubbing him and you feel yourself getting wetter. Then he squeezes your mouth open and looks at your teeth. His face is inches from yours and he reeks of tobacco.  "Not bad. . . at least you stay away from the pipe,” he raises an eyebrow. He looks at the side table of the sofa, littered with empty prescription bottles. "How long have you been using?" 

You don't answer. You slowly rub him and let your mind escape to a world where this is just a nice dick hardening warmly under your palm. 

"When's the last time you were clean more than a week?" 

Unsure what he wants to hear, you say, "Maybe a year."

"And how long have you been with that jackass?"

"I'm not."  You're not.  Not anymore. Not after this. 

"Mm-hm," Peña nods judgmentally and you feel a wave of shame when you see things through his eyes - a trap house and a loser boyfriend. "How does he fuck you?" 

You don't answer.

"Does he make you cum?"   His hips push forward and the outline of his tip presses against your palm.

“What do you want,” you snap defensively and his dick twitches under your hand. 

“You need to figure that out,” he says flatly. You meet his eyes and see desire. In different circumstances–like if he wasn't such an asshole–you'd hop on this man's dick in a flash, so you try to pretend he’s just a guy.

You reach for his belt buckle. His lips pout and his eyebrows go up with a tilt of his head. “Not a bad idea.” You unbuckle his belt, then unbutton and unzip his jeans. He’s not wearing underwear. His dark hair is trimmed close, almost shaven. His cock is thick, tan, and gorgeous. You work to free him from his restrictive pants, and it’s quite a package you’re looking at. 

His dick bobs heavily right in front of you, almost grazing your nose.  You take it in your hand, thumb resting on its crown.  You gently squeeze and admire it and it’s not long until he’s fully hard. Then you glance up at him and he’s looking at your mouth. You hover your lips near the tip and glance up at him again. He gives a go-ahead nod.  You suck the tip into your mouth.  Your tongue flattens under his shaft, then curls around the smooth, veiny skin. Holding his dick in your mouth, you tug his pants down lower and take out his balls before returning a hand to his cock. His balls are on the bigger side of average, symmetrical and only a little fuzzy. 

“Ohh, pobrecita.”  His voice is soft and dark, like Duvalin (nutella). 

Desire stirs between your legs.  He sucks in air through his teeth as you suck more of him into your mouth, and his tip nudges the back of your throat.  You cup his balls in your free hand and he lets out a low, quiet moan.  

“Tan suave, tan mojado. . .Tu boquita inmunda” (So soft, so wet, your unclean little mouth). 

You give his balls a light squeeze and his hands go to the back of your head, one following the other. He pulls your head down on his cock.

"You're a good little slut," He pants and thrusts his hips, his length sliding down the back of your throat– you try not to gag. "Just need somethin' in this mouth to keep you outta trouble." Tears sting your eyes from the gag reflex.  "Look at me, pobrecita." 

It's not easy but you try to look up. You watch him study your face for a few seconds as he fucks it.  Then you can't suppress it anymore.  You gag and pull your head away, afraid you might actually retch. His grip relaxes, but one hand stays on the crown of your head. He takes his cock in his hand. He kneels down on the floor and with his free hand, begins to take your panties down. You're suddenly very aware of how wet and throbbing you are from having his dick in your mouth.  He's soon aware, too, but he doesn't make a move to get on the sofa with you. He strokes himself with your saliva. "Open your legs." 

You obediently spread them but not far enough. He grabs breast and shoves your upper body back into the couch cushion, then he turns his attention to your cunt. He looks at it studiously and knits his brows.

“Que lástima” (what a shame), he mutters as he admires your glistening hole. “I’m a generous lover, too.” 

“¿Que lástima?” you ask. 

He shakes his head apologetically at your pussy, then meets your eyes. "Won't stick my dick in junkie cunt, sweetheart." 

He returns his gaze between your thighs and wets his lips.  “Juicy as it looks.” You huff and begin to close your legs. He places his massive hands on your knees, spreads them again, then runs his hands up your thighs and spreads them more.  He tilts his head as his thumbs reach the creases of your thighs.  Then he plants his thumbs on your outer lips and spreads you open to the cool air.  His nose twitches as he examines you.  Your clit throbs and you gush wetness. He puffs his cheeks out with an exhale. His dick is still hard between his legs, and he’s not touching it – his composure and self control is a little psycho. 

He gathers your slick, sniffs it with a barely visible snarl, and adds it to your saliva on his cock.  Then he fists his cock while staring between your legs. His free hand reaches up to tear your bra down on both sides, and he lets out a quiet moan at the sight of your tits. He jerks himself with his right hand and his left hand goes  between your legs. 

You're laid back on the sofa with your hips at the edge and he's kneeling between them.  He runs the backs of two digits through your folds, then inserts his thick middle finger and rotates his hand palm up. He pumps it twice and adds a second finger. 

He pumps himself and fingers you and when he's about to cum, he points his cock right between your legs.  He cums all over your mound, dripping down through your folds. He wipes his tip off on your inner thigh.  Then, his massive left hand returns between your legs, sliding through his own mess.  He fucks it into you with two fingers. He watches your face with a subtle, devious flicker behind his stare as he keeps fingering his cum into you. 

The lewdness ofi t makes your walls tighten around his thick digits. He curls them so his hand is rubbing your clit and his brow furrows as you begin to come undone. Your body tenses and your hips lift into his hand. Your back digs into the threadbare cushion. You bite your lip but fail to suppress a moan. He sucks in a deep breath watching you cum. 

“Good girl.” He withdraws his fingers and brings them to your mouth.  You suck off the salty, tangy blend and swallow it. 

He gently pats your cunt. "This is mine, now," he nods, then clenches his jaw and looks back and forth between your eyes.  "We’re gonna get you clean, pobrecita.  Entonces puedo usarla" (Then I can use it). Then he stands up and puts his cock back in his pants. "Put your clothes on, let’s go," he says. He picks them up off the sofa and drops them in your lap. 

Javi is watching you get dressed when someone knocks at the front door. Peña moves toward the door, and on instinct you start to make a break for the back exit, but he sees you in the corner of his eye.  “Ay, putita,” (little slut) he mutters as he bolts toward you.  He catches up just as you'ved opened the door.   His massive hands grab your arms roughly from behind, and he shakes you. "You were doing so fucking good," he spits through gritted teeth as he wrangles you back into the kitchen. He slams you face first up against the fridge and pins you with his left forearm while he grabs his cuffs. 

"You asshole. You're really taking me in? On what??"

He regains his composure and brings his mouth to your ear in a near whisper.  "Not to jail.” 

"Then where are you–" 

His voice is deep and quiet. "Callate, pobrecita." (Be quiet). He closes the cuffs, then tightens them. "It's for your own good." 

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If you like this, consider raider Joel (read warnings).

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[lokischocolatefountain]

i take my whiskеy neat my coffee black and my bed at three you're too sweet for me

-too sweet, hozier

It’s about him, your honor:

and what if i wrote about my married!javier snuggled up in bed thinking of how his partner is too sweet for him but indulges in her anyway? what then?

#I know im in my Joel era and this song could fit him too #but Javi is my og in a way #and he was think whiskey guy before Joel came in and took his pills with whiskey #and I have a Javi x reader series where reader is too sweet for him #but as time goes by she adapts to his dark kind of life #satan give me the strength and motivation I need to write this fic #fic inspo #javier peña #writing inspo #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x reader #javier pena narcos #javier pena x you #andrew hozier byrne #too sweet #hozier #unheard ep #unheard hozier #pedro pascal characters #javier peña narcos

[smuttyfantasyfics]

Deal, My Little Whore?

Pairing / Dark! Dad’s Best Friend x Reader

Warnings / Non-Con, Drug Use, Reader calls Javi Tio (uncle) (Let me know if I missed any!!)

You don’t know how it happened. Your dad had warned you about these men, told you about the work he had done to keep the streets safe. His partner had warned you about them too, Javier Peña had taught you how to defend yourself if you ever had to. 

Your dad and Javier had been working together for as long as you could remember, best friends and the best team, he was your tio, though he wasn’t related to you he’d been in your life for so long. 

So how did you have these two men in your life, both of whom made you aware of the dangers of their world and somehow you still ended up here. 

You sniffed hard, barely even flinching anymore at the feeling of coke up your nose. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t come here again, everyone knew Escobar ran this place, you knew your dad and Javier had been trying to find it for months. 

And yet here you were again. 

The place was packed and you were wasted, the coke entering your system wasn’t even necessary at this point but you couldn’t say no. You were aware of the hands on your hips, aware of the cock against your ass and yet you were too high and too drunk to push him away. 

You didn’t care enough to push him away either, the more coke you did the more you wanted a quick fuck. Three months ago you wouldn’t have dared to fuck somebody you didn’t know, no feelings involved, no dates to lead up to it. 

That was before you met Vanessa and you were introduced to this life. By the time you had known she was one of Escobar’s girls you were too far in, night after night she took you out, held the coke under your nose and the booze to your mouth. 

You moaned as you felt the hand on your hip slip under your skirt, fingers moving your panties and rubbing across your wet pussy. You reached back, freeing the man’s cock from his pants, not caring that you were stood in the middle of the club, not caring that people could see you. You guided the man’s cock to your pussy and moaned loudly as he slammed his cock into you. 

To your left you saw movement and turned to see Vanessa grinning at you as she lifted a key to your nose, a line of coke ready for you. As the man continued slamming to you, you leaned forward and took the coke from her, snorting it into your system and feeling a rush straight away. 

You barely remembered getting home that night, coked out of your mind with cum between your legs. You were shocked that you’d been able to hide this from your dad and Javier but then again they had been busy in the office lately. Escobar was keeping them too busy to pay you much attention. 

And that’s how it went for months, every night you’d find yourself in the club, unable to say how much coke you’d taken, barely able to walk, wetter than ever taking whatever cock was closest. 

You were bound to slip up at some point. 

“Out all night?” Javier asked as you walked into the kitchen, catching you off guard. 

“Tio,” you gasped, thighs tightening as you felt warm cum pooling against your panties and hating being in such a state around him. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Got sent home, thought I’d check on you.” Javier told you, frowning as he ran his eye up and down your body. “Good thing I did.”

“I’m fine, tio.” You insisted, forcing your feet to move as you tried to walk to your room. 

Javier was having none of it though, standing in front of you he grabbed your chin in between his fingers and forced you to look at him. 

“The fuck is this shit, Y/N?” He demanded, his other hand coming up to rub at your nose, your heart in your throat as you saw little specks of coke on his finger. “You’re fucking high?”

“M’sorry Javi.” You pleaded with him, hating that disappointed look on his face. 

“You’re sorry?!” He spat and you barely suppressed a cry as he grabbed your arm and dug his fingers into you. “Have you learnt nothing, you stupid, stupid little girl!”

“Javi.” You whimpered, the booze and coke a deadly combination in this situation as you tried to think of how to get out of it. 

“You watched me and your dad kill ourselves to stop Escobar and you’re what? You his little whore now?!” Javier shouted, forcing you against the wall and you cried as you slammed into it. 

“Not his whore, tio.” You whined, head falling against the wall as you looked at Javier through half lidded eyes. 

“Yeah?” Javier asked and you went to nod before he cut you off, his hand roughly cupping your pussy causing your eyes to fly open. “What’s this then? You sure look like some little whore with a pussy full of cum.”

“Tio,” you gasped, frozen at his rough hold.  “M’sorry, Javi, please I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry?” He spat, grabbing your arm again and throwing you against the counter, your chest digging into it. “Bebita, you will be sorry.”

Before you could catch your next breath, you were crying out. Javier’s hand slapped painfully hard against your ass causing you to let out a loud cry, tears filling your eyes instantly. 

“Tio,” you began but your pleas were cut off by a stinging slap that echoed around the room. 

“This is what you want, huh? To be filled with coke and cum and treated like a whore?” Javier spat, his hand coming down again and again on your ass as tears made their way down your cheeks. “Look at you, such a pathetic little bitch.”

His words had you crying harder, a mess of apologies leaving your lips but it was no use. 

“Look at this shit,” Javier snarled as he finally gave your ass a break to shove your panties down, his fingers dragging harshly across your pussy as he collected a handful of cum. “My little girl, so smart, so fucking clever, and she throws that away for some pathetic cock.” 

Javier turned you around, pressing himself against you to hold you in place. You went to open your mouth, went to beg and plead with him but before any words could come out Javier had shoved his fingers inside your mouth, the taste of your cum mixed with a strangers forced into your mouth, choking you as Javier forced his fingers as far in as they’d go.

“That’s what you want isn’t it, you little whore.” Javier mocked, forcing you to taste the cum before he pulled his fingers out. 

“Tio, please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” You promised but Javier was beyond listening. 

You gasped as his fingers wrapped tightly around your throat, your airways suddenly cut off and you couldn’t do more than let out a few choked panicked noises. 

Javier didn’t care though, his little girl has disappointed him. Gone was that promising smart kid and instead he was left with a coke hungry little whore. 

Javier didn’t let up on your neck as his other hand freed his hard cock from his tight jeans, thankful he regularly chose to forgo underwear. He wasted no time in shoving the length of his cock into your pussy, groaning at the tight warmth that encompassed him. 

Your eyes were wide, shaking your head as little as you could as tears fell down. 

“No?” Javier asked with a laugh in his tone. “No baby girl, you don’t get to say no, you’re just a little whore now, aren’t you?”

Javier slammed into you with no mercy, finally letting you breathe and listened to the sounds of your cries and begs as he fucked you. 

“Tio, please, m’sorry!” You repeated over and over again despite the fact your pussy was soaking wet. 

Javier ignored you, fucking his whole length into you and letting your cries carry him over the edge until he was filling you up with his cum causing you to let out a choked sob.

“You ever think of letting anyone else cum in my pussy again and I’ll hand you over to the DEA myself, you hear me?” Javier threatened and you stared at him wide eyed in disbelief. “Can’t do it, you coke hungry little whore?”

You hated to admit it but he was right, you’d been on coke for months now, taking it every day. You needed it. 

“You want coke, baby?” Javier asked, his voice softer than it had any reason to be considering his cock was still inside you. 

“You can have all the coke you want but this pussy,” he told you, emphasising his words by thrusting deep inside you causing you to cry. “But this pussy is mine, we got a deal, my little whore?”

More tears fell from your eyes, wondering how you’d ended up here. It would have been unthinkable months ago, you never would have imagined Javier, the man who had been in your life for as long as you could remember, the man who you called tio, to put you in this position, to not help you but instead use your problem to do this to you.  

When had he changed so much?

When had you changed so much?

“Deal, Javi.” 

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[nerdieforpedro]

When Our Time Meets

Javier Peña x plus size ofc

Summary: The rides to work are wonderful and could lead to something more but tragedy strikes. Can a new path forward be forged?

Notes: This is the darkest thing I’ve written to date. Please review the warnings carefully if you decide to enjoy the work.

Fanfiction 18+

Masterlist/ Javier Pena Masterlist

Warnings: allusion to smut, mentions of sex work, mentions of violence, actual violence and descriptions of body parts, SA (sexual assault), cursing, PTSD, drug use (illegal and legal), weapon use, self-esteem issues, self-doubt, stalking, breaking and entering, intimidation, murder/self-defense, fluff near the end

Javier’s rides with Rosa were never long and always from her apartment to work or from her apartment to Steve’s house where his wife Connie insisted, they had dinner to bring some sort of normalcy to their lives. The DEA agent knew she worked at the hospital with Connie and was a nurse, but what Connie did, he didn’t remember, and he knew Steve would be mad that he didn’t remember.

The short chats, mainly about nothing, gave Javier a sliver of hope that after they caught Escobar, there might be peace and more chats like this in Bogota and Medellín, there wouldn’t be bodies in the streets or houses and so many gunshot wounds and drug overdoses in the hospital where Rosa worked. She was pleasant, he normally saw her in pastel pink scrubs and on occasion, in a flowing dress for those dinners. They never clung close to her body; he could tell that she was thick which wasn’t bad, not bad at all, Javier wondered at times what it would be like to wrap his himself within her softness between her legs or breasts. What sounds she would make, what expressions would she give him, what would they talk about the morning after?

Javier was used to prostitutes and other women who only came for sex, word was around about him and his skills in a bed, hood of a car, in a bathroom stall, your childhood bedroom, wherever you could pin him down or pin you down if you want. Some of the sex workers gave him a discount, he still paid they full price, it did make his chest puff out that they offered. Javier however still need time alone with his thoughts which is why he never had anyone stay the night or vice Versa. He needed a strong drink and puffs on his cigarette to try and blur the images he saw daily, bodies mutilated, mothers, brothers, fathers, sisters, sons and daughters crying for their loved ones who had died. On the same token, there were those who hated that the police and government that were coming after their folk hero, Escobar. That damn demon.

Rosa though, was someone neutral who he could ask silly things like what books she reads and what she does on days off, he noticed that she didn’t mention any boyfriend, girlfriend, or husband. She sometimes mentioned different meals he may want to try cooking, that were simple, not that he was going to cook much anyway, what sides they would pair with. He would pick her up in the evenings when her shift ended and drive her home, otherwise she would walk. The nurse insisted she was fine, but Javier knew all too well, it could change instantly.

Sadly, it turned out it did change.

Rosa had been in a relationship two years prior with a man who she felt she may settle down with, however, that changed the day she came back to her apartment and found drugs on her kitchen table. She had cursed her boyfriend out and threw him and his drugs out, it got physical, and she couldn’t go to work because of her injuries (busted lip, bruises, dislocated shoulder, and internal bleeding). Eventually she recovered, she only told Connie after she had dropped by her place and saw her injuries. Connie all but forced Rosa to give the man’s name and information to her husband Steve. The nurse did but Steve was only able to find out that yes, he had indeed gotten into bed with Escobar’s gang and no he was not in town thankfully, though Steve would check from time to time to try and make sure he hadn’t come back for her. Rosa focused on getting healthy and back to work, which she did. And the car rides with Javier were fun though she thought odd when he first offered, but since that bastard had stolen her car when he left, it did make it easier to get to from work most days.

Javier recalled the first dinner where he met Rosa. A flowing red dress enveloped her body as she stood to shake his hand, a warm smile on her face. No makeup, still beautiful, gentle hands with a strong grip. Her dark hair was in an updo, spreading out from the top of her head like a pineapple, that made him chuckle. Her honey eyes seemed suspicious of his grin, but she didn’t give any signs that she was the least bit uncomfortable with him, but not particularly interested either. This made Javier even more curious about the woman before him. Had Steve or Connie mentioned his rather expansive history to her, and it turned her off or was it something else?

“Hello, I’m Rosa. Nice to meet you, Connie and Steve have told me a lot about you Mr. Peña.” She chimed. Javi shook his head and smiled back. Did they now… What exactly did they tell her? Is it because she’s a friend of Connie’s that they would cockblock him? Steve would if Connie said so. That’s what love does to a man, sounds almost as dangerous as the cartel.

“No, no the pleasure’s mine and please hermosa, call me Javier or Javi. Mr. Peña is my father.” He chuckled, the four sat back down to eat. What they talked about he didn’t remember, he just stole glances at her from across the table laughing at whatever Steve just said, he’s not that funny, Javi knew that. The night was uneventful, the best kind. Connie’s casseroles were passable per usual, but Rosa had brought a chocolate cake with cream cheese icing. Javier ended up licking that icing off his fingers. Rosa couldn’t look away especially when the DEA agent struggled to get the icing out of his mustache, she offered to help him wipe with a moist napkin. Javier happily obliged guiding her hand to his facial hair. It was a moment that didn’t go unnoticed. Steve pulled Javi aside.

“No. You have so many other women, they literally come to you. She is Connie’s friend. No Peña.” His parter said sternly. Steve knew why it would be bad for Peña to bed her. His partner could likely get under Mother Teresa’s habit and have screaming for The Lord her savior. But not her, not after what she went though and not while they were close to getting Escobar. Steve had to have extra security for his wife and the baby due to threats and increased violence. Javier rolled his eyes but agreed, it would honestly be for the best. Acquaintances they would stay until Javier wasn’t able to pick her up after work. They did?! Damn it to hell, but he’s not wrong. Fine.

It was three months later, Javi arrived in the evening to the hospital to pick Rosa up. He gave it 15 minutes and then went inside, asking after her. Most hasn’t seen the nurse but two of her co-workers came over to him, looking worried.

“You’re the guy who picks her up in the evenings right? Could you check on her? We’ve called but she either doesn’t answer or when she does, her voiced is hushed like she doesn’t want someone to hear her talking.” They explained, they mentioned it to their manager, but all they were able to do was to call the police and have them do a wellness check. The police were far busier with Escobar and the rampant violence and drugs. The pair further explained that it had been a week since they had last seen her.

Driving over to Rosa’s apartment was easy, he cursed the entire time and made sure he had his badge and that his gun was loaded. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What could have happened?! Rosa doesn’t go anywhere…that I know of. But she would have called, she’s responsible, irritatingly so that she gets me lavender oils from time to time. It just makes me think of her before I go out for the evening to drink and work away some frustration. If anything’s happened to her, the fucker better pray he’s dead.

Rosa enjoyed her rides with Javier, sometimes she would tease him by calling him “Agent Peña” or “Javier” and a sour look would appear on his face, like he sucked on a lime. Talking with him was one of the only enjoyable times she had spent with a man in the last two years. She did advise him to get more sleep and gave him oils and teas to help, he always took them, but she wasn’t sure if he used them or not. She remembered asking him if he didn’t sleep due to nightmares, she tried to think of him having PTSD from the things he’s done, things he’s seen and who knows what else. There were nights where she thought about letting Javier in, she was well aware of his reputation, and she was curious about two weeks ago and asked:

Javier pulled up to her apartment building, “Cariño, I have a collection of those oils, you don’t need to get me anymore.” Mainly because I’m thinking of you when I put them on my chest and jerk myself off after I drop you at home. The curves under those scrubs, I want to grope them and have you moan and scream for me. “Have a good night, okay?” Javier looked forward at her apartment building, he knew she lived on the third floor and if his eyes spent any more time on her, he might be fully hard instead of a manageable half which he could pull his shirt over.

Rosa lingered. She squeezed her soft hands into fists and looked up Javier who usually didn’t look at her when got in the car or got out. It was odd, but she was getting a free ride, so she didn’t ask about that. “Javier,” his face got that sour look again, “did you want to come up for some dinner? I have some left-over rice and tamales my neighbor taught me how to make. I think they taste pretty good; I could use a second opinion.” She sheepishly asked the agent, looking up from her fists to his mustache that was hanging above an ‘O’ his mouth had made. He had his sunglasses on like always so she couldn’t see his dark brown eyes she only saw on dinners with the Murphys or on the two times they had went out for dinner and gotten some delicious tapas and the other time and enchiladas. I always remember my time with Javier so vividly, I wonder if he does the same? Maybe not. I’m a friend of his partner’s wife. I’m not sure why he still gives me rides, we chat sure but never about anything important. I should have just left it…

“Si hermosa. I could get a bite to eat.” Peña turned the car off and stepped out of the car, walking around to open the door for her, ever the gentleman. The first time he did it, Rosa told him he didn’t have to, which Javier took great offense to. He told her as long as she’s riding with him, wait for him to open the door. He was not some pendejo, he was a lot of things, but not that. Rosa laughed and took him at his word. He was one of the few people she knew she could. She got her keys out and open the outer apartment door and they walked up to her apartment.

“Sorry for the mess.” Rosa muttered before opening her door, she was trying to remember if she had cleaned on her last day off, her mind was blank. Thankfully, there was only her laundry basket on her coffee table with her basic navy-blue panties sitting front and center a top the pile of clothes. She removed her shoes, set her keys and back down and swiftly went for the basket. Javier followed suit and removed his shoes too and locked her door. He didn’t like how flimsy it was, he was going to have to look into what kind of lock he had. He could see it, he didn’t know the name. He would check when he got home so he could buy it later this week. Peña had seen the panties and smirked, watching her try to take them into her bedroom. Her apartment was small, but tidy except for the laundry. There were books along the walls and some on the table, she did have some plants in the window, pictures of family, friends and the Murphys were on her walls and shelves. I wonder if I’ll be in one of those frames one day. That would be nice, to be a part of something, of someone’s life, so much so they want to remember. I haven’t thought about that since….fuck. I should eat and leave otherwise…

“It’s fine Rosa, you’ve got a nice place, like you bonita. Not the normal shade of blue you wear though.” Javier chuckled and hung his jacket up. The apartment smelled like her, soft, clean, slightly like disinfectant he assumed from working at the hospital so much. I want to know what she smells like otherwise, this I’m familiar with. Getting her mixed up with my fingers and…

Rosa blushed slightly and nodded. “Thanks. Sit anywhere. I’m just going to get plates and heat up the food.” She clapped after emerging from her bedroom and headed to the kitchen. Javier motioned to follow her to the kitchen area, but she shooed him away. “You drive me all the time, so it’s fine. Please sit and relax.” Her hand touched his bicep and she squeezed, the nurse hadn’t meant to, but it was an arm she had such racy thoughts, more often as time when on. She stepped back and quickly reached for the plates, exhaling the breath she had held in. Javier stepped back and sat on the couch, satisfied that the woman who seemed to be immovable as far as his attraction appeared to be feeling the same, he wasn’t entirely crazy. Only a little bit.

The nurse heated and plated the food in silence, trying to think of anything to talk about. He poked fun at her underwear but that was kinda funny. Wait… He knows my favorite blue is royal blue. I shouldn’t have invited him in, this was a bad idea. I can’t treat the man like he’s a piece of meat. Just because…I would like to, but he’s a person. A very nice, handsome, sensual – that voice of his… Rosa lost her concentration and left part of the foil she used to wrap the tamales on when she heated them and a loud bzztt came from the microwave, she turned off, but Javier had already popped up and was behind her, grabbing her by her shoulders and pulling her back. She yelped and fell back onto Javier, her wide and plush backside crashing into his hips. Javier let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a moan. Rosa stiffened because she felt it. It was throbbing and pressing between her cheeks, only barred by Javi’s jeans and her scrub bottoms. “You alright hermosa?” He asked, almost panting, it was getting to be too much, he was going to have to get out of here or… “Rosa, are you okay?” She hadn’t responded to the first question. Taking a step forward, she just nodded. Rosa wasn’t sure what sound she would make if she opened her mouth, she felt moisture between her thighs and she knew she had been startled but not so much to pee herself so that left…Him talking to her, asking her if she’s alright, no she is not. She turned and saw him with his hands on the small island of her kitchen, his chest rising and falling. Her eyes wavered down his slender waist and then his crotch, she caught herself and gulped.

“Javier…” She expected the sour face, but it didn’t come. Maybe he can’t focus enough to make his usual one, his face was contorted in pain, his brow had sweat dotted across it. “I…sorry I left the foil on, I think. Um…should we eat?” I have to pretend like I don’t notice, play dumb, focus on food. It looks huge, like too big. Is he spreading all of Bogeta open with that….I want it. He’s not a piece of meat damn it! I invited him in to eat….eat food. Food. She removed the plate from microwave, took the rest of the foil off, popped it back on. “We can start eating the rice.” She said flatly with her back to Javier.

The willpower on this woman. Dammit to hell…Fuck Murphy. I need to know. Javier stepped around Rosa and stood in front of her, he took both hands and cupper her face. “So soft, hermosa, have you never thought about being with me? Not even once. I’m not saying tonight but any night or day. I want to make you cry with moans and be in your pictures holding you in that blue dress you like. I prefer the red though, makes you look like and apple that’s going to drip around my mouth.” Peña spoke so rapidly, that Rosa only caught parts of what he said. His dark brown eyes showed her that he was serious, that he meant every word he said. That scared her, that type of determination to have her had only been shown by one other man and he hurt her, damaged her.

“Javi. Javi I do want to but could…could we just take it slow?” Rosa asked, her eyes tearing. She loathed that she was scared, scared of love, scared of his desire for her. Javier had given her no reason not to be. He was kind, funny, smart, smoked too much, drank too much, honest about both and already been more reliable than any man she had dated previously. She would need time, she thought she had healed but clearly, she had not. “I’m so sorry. I just…” Her hands slid over his, “I love you, Javier. I’m a bit out of practice so just be patient.” I’m a coward. I just can’t let him in, not yet.

Her lie was evident to Javier, but he knew better than to push her, he would wait. He didn’t do well with waiting, even on stakeouts, if Steve wasn’t there with him to keep him calm, he’d rather go in and tear the place up, it took too long. Peña had found someone to bide his time for. The pair sat down and ate tamales and rice, chatting about books and more things that had nothing to do with what they had just said to each other. He did help Rosa wash the dishes, after many protests from her. She walked the agent out, but he made sure to touch her hip softly and kiss her cheek, then her lips softly. Javi knew he couldn’t linger, he would want her plush body against the door, melting into her and he just said he would give her time, though the nurse’s hand did grab his collar, she let go, smiling weakly as she told him good night. I wanted him to stay, am I ready? Or not? This is so confusing. I do know I want those lips again.

One week ago, Rosa had come home and gotten ready for bed per her usual routine. There was a knock at her door, and Rosa assumed it was one of her neighbors and peered through the peephole. It was him. He was back, he said he wanted to talk. She told him that if he was still working for Escobar, there was nothing to say. Fuck him. Rosa walked away from the door and got a knife from the kitchen. She didn’t want any guns in her house, they scared her. She saw what they did to the bodies of those that were shot. He left for now and Rosa contemplated calling Steve or Javier but wasn’t sure if they would even be able to come. She knew who they were chasing and what a cost it came to them personally, she wasn’t sure about Javi, but she knew from Connie that it’s why there was an unmarked car outside their house every night and sometimes during the day. Rosa found Javier’s card he had given her with both his office number and his personal one written on the back, it made her smile and she put it in one of her scrub top pockets. He seemed to be a kind man but a darkness shadowed him rough edges required for his job but what was really underneath? Rose sighed and decided it wasn’t for her to know, right now, she needed to worry about her safety. She would give him her answer later, there’s time. The nurse didn’t sleep much that night and awoke in the morning and went to work per usual, Javier picked her up and dropped her off. Their banter was a bit more playful since they had revealed their feelings for one another with her touching Javier’s arms and him touching her thighs in the car, nothing was ever too much though, they were in public. If anyone was going to see Rosa uncoil, it would be Javier when he had her to himself.

Rosa’s ex-boyfriend had been watching her be dropped off by Javier one night after work, seething that she was with someone else. Not only had she humiliated him by actually kicking him out and leaving injuries on him (not as severe as hers) but he was relegated to grunt work for Escobar’s enforcers, a gofer. Since he got beat up by his own woman, why should he be trusted with any heavy lifting, they scoffed and mocked him. This bitch also had the nerve to not only turn him away yesterday but also be riding in some other man’s car? He saw the way that man was looking at her, the way she laughed, a full laugh where she moved her whole body, he hated it. They were clearly fucking, likely in the car on the way home from work. He had only planned to scare her into taking him back but now his abhorrence for her overtook him and he dropped the flowers he bought for her, no longer needing them. He bided his time until the wee hours the morning. He waited until a clueless man held the door open for him and he entered, heading to apartment on the second floor, the locks had been changed but now he was good at picking them. Once inside, he went into her bedroom where she slept, watching her, he would wait, wait until she was awake for work, but it turned out to be a day off so she slept in until late morning, even better because that meant most of the people were out of the apartment building at work.

Rosa yawned and woke in the morning, getting up to use the bathroom and brush her teeth, she also washed her face. She hasn’t brought her knife in with her, still thinking about if she should mention it to Javier the next time for work. She chuckled to herself as the thought of their conversation yesterday, he said that he finally tried the baked chicken with cheese and broccoli and it was good, he just should have used more seasoning, he hadn’t been sure how much to use. Rosa had laughed and told him to season it to suit his taste, but he told her he’d rather know what her tastes were as far as seasoning. It made her blush and Javier grinned, teeth flashing from under his mustache. She told him that she would make it for him sometime and he could see then, he agreed, and they parted ways.

“I wonder if Javi would peppers and onions in it. It might be better with beans then…” she mused to herself drying her face. Footsteps came toward her and she shivered, praying that she was just paranoid, but in the mirror, she saw him. Staring right at her seething.

“Cocinas para ese cabrón? Eh! Eh! Rosa?!” He screamed, grabbing her and shoving his gun in her face. “For that fucker….he’s been in here with you on that bed hasn’t he?” He pulled her hair back so she could see him in the mirror, he enjoyed seeing her so scared, thrives on it. “Le chupaste la polla y lo dejaste follar, ¿verdad? Eres una puta.” Rose shook her head. Javier had walked her to her door a few times but never came inside. But he knew about him? Has he been following her? But when?

“No, never. He just takes me to work and back. Por qué estás aquí? Por qué?” Rosa cried. She had prayed last night before going to bed she was wrong. He would have just left, he hadn’t been here for 2 years, why come now? She reached behind her to try and hit him, scratch him, anything to distract him so she could run, but it only made him more angry and he hit her with the handle of the gun and pulled her toward the bed. That’s where the true nightmare began. He violated her, made her cry and slapped her for being so loud with her screams. He put the gun to her temple and told her he would pull it if she kept on with her crying. She told him to do it since this was a fate worse than death.

He stared at her, was she always this headstrong? To where she wouldn’t break? And what did she mean that death was worse than him? Was it the guy in the car, was it another? Was it something else entirely? He clicked his teeth and took out a small baggie, and snorted the white powder within, and went for her again, this time leaving bruises and some scratches. He went to the kitchen to eat and took the knife that she had and set it on the counter, he made himself a sandwich and kept himself awake for four days while he alternated violating her, eating and snorting more coke.

The fifth day lead into the next week, Rosa had called out at work Friday, Monday and Tuesday. When asked about why she needed so many days off and if she was okay, she paused. That asshole was standing behind her with his gun to her back and her knife to her throat. As much as she had told him to kill her, Rosa didn’t want to die, not like this. The nightmare continued but she was waiting for an opening, she knew even coke heads crashed eventually. It happened after he had snorted and violated her again. He tried to stay awake but crashed, Rosa took the opportunity waited until the late morning, she turned up her music, blaring it from her speakers to where it made her ears hurt. I need it to stop. It must stop. But…I’ll be a killer…damn him! Fuck him to hell!

She didn’t hear the banging at the door or her name being called, she focused and breathed in and out, focusing on breathing. Rosa stood over her rapist on the bed, pointing his own gun down at him. She pulled the trigger and kept pulling, her arm seared with pain from the recoil. Rosa kicked his body over to make sure he was dead, see that his chest wasn’t moving, there were pieces of it scattered on the bed and at her feet. Six shots at point blank range.

Javier kicked down the door, she wasn’t answering calls and loud music was coming from her apartment. He feared the worst, he hadn’t started a relationship with her for this reason, he was going to wait for her. Let her have her time. The DEA agent wasn’t prepared for what he saw, sweet Rosa beaten and blooded, in her own and now blood splatter from her nightmare. She kept clicking the gun despite there being no more bullets. Javier approached her slowly, hands raised, he reached down to turn the volume all the way down on her speakers. The loss of noise startled Rosa and she jumped, nearly filling off the bed, Javi braced her fall, and they sat on the bed together, his arms wrapped around her, cradling her, she hadn’t let go of the gun.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you Javier.” Rosa whispered, dropping the gun. “I should have, and I ignored it, I thought about it and I should have. Then I…this…it…I killed him. There’s a gun in my house and drugs…Por qué Javier? Por qué!” She started to sob, tears that had been beaten out of her the first two days gushed from her eyes, Javier just held her, stroking her head. There was no way he could tell her she was okay, she wasn’t, not after something like this and not in this world with Escobar still at large. His kind Rosa, who he had only seen laugh, scrunch her face sometimes and the one time he’d seen her cry with what he thought were tears of joy. She didn’t deserve this, no one deserved this. Was it because she knew him? Who was this guy? He should have changed those locks sooner.

The next few hours were a blur for Rosa, at some point, Javier called Steve who spoke to their boss, and it was decided after checking the surrounding apartments, that they would get rid of the body, Rosa ended up at the hospital, undergoing tests, assessments and blood draws. It was the first time she was a patient, she found that she had a fractured clavicle and ribs and well as sprains and bruising to her pelvis and tears inside of her from that man’s drug-fueled rage. She asked if her family could not be called and it was good to see her coworkers, they brought gifts and food. Meanwhile, Connie fought with Steve about where Rosa should stay, obviously not in that apartment. Steve didn’t really have any good options, but she’d be in the hospital at least a week. Javier spent time looking into the bastard Rosa had shot dead. He was only vaguely related to Escobar; it appeared as more of a domestic violence case gone worst case scenario. He beat her before and stole her car, only to stalk her before return to get his revenge. Javier was angry that he was dead because he couldn’t torture him and kill him himself but more than that, he hadn’t wanted his Rosa to attacked, beaten, and violated. He only wanted good things for her.

Wait…his Rosa? Javier Peña, if you thought you couldn’t before you definitely cannot now. She’s as vulnerable as a person can get. She is healing physically and who knows if she’ll ever recover mentally. He pushed the longing deep within himself, and visited Rosa in the hospital, she was happy to see him and he her. They chatted about the silly pleasantries they did before, but her black eye and busted lip reminded him that it couldn’t go back to how it used to be. Rosa dosed off while listening to Javier talk about how bad Steve’s Spanish still is. He kissed her forehead and left her room. He had an appointment to keep, he needed to get his mind off her quickly, so he stopped by a brothel, claiming to be looking for tips on Escobar but he needed to fuck his feelings away, though he couldn’t quite do that, it felt wrong given the state of things. So, Javier leaned more into work, drinking and smoking.

After a week, Rosa came to stay with the Murphy’s to recuperate. She helped Connie with the baby and did some light housework though both Steve and Connie told her not to. Javier drove Rosa to and from doctor’s appointments and physical therapy, they talked about cats, music, anything but real thoughts or feelings. The pair couldn’t, timing was off, they thought they had more but now it was broken. Steve noticed that Javi was getting heavier bags under his eyes, smoking more packs a day, and he was drinking more. He worried for his partner, but things came to ahead at another family dinner.

“The hell you are Rosa! It’s only been a month, a month, you can’t be alone.” Javier shot up and screamed. Rosa stated her case calmly and repeated herself.

“I’m going to move into one of the apartments near the hospital. It’s has a security system and some of my coworkers live there too.” They were solid reasons, they also meant that Javier wouldn’t need to drive her and would only see her at these dinners. She also wouldn’t have the protective detail that Steve has at his place for his wife. Javier didn’t like any of it. He did ask for a detail for her as well, but since she had ‘killed the paper-thin link to Escobar’ as the suits put it, Rosa was lucky they weren’t sticking her in jail for manslaughter, though she has an overwhelming case for self-defense. Javier walked outside and lit a cigarette, he was pissed. Angry at everything and his inability to be able to fix any of it. He knew none of it was in his control, but what else was he supposed to do?

Rosa followed Javier outside, she had debated whether to tell him. Things had been distant with him, understandably so, but she preferred their banter from before, not this hollow shell. She felt like Javier only saw her as another victim and not as a person, it was also why she was leaving the Murphy’s. She was getting stronger and able to do more but they wouldn’t let her. Next month she’d be able to return to work on light duty. Javier hadn’t taken her improved health well either, he said she should take it easy, relax. But when she was idle, her mind made her paranoid and recall what happened, she didn’t want that. Rosa wanted to forget too, but she wasn’t a drinker, smoker, and now had an aversion to anyone even mentioning sex. So usual vices were out. She needed to work, babysitting and cleaning wasn’t enough. Rosa also wasn’t sure if what they had discussed before this nightmare happened was still viable. Likely not, she was even more broken now then before. She often wondered if she had accepted and just went with Javier’ advances, if it would have even happened, could she have prevented it?

“Javier…. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Rosa said in a small voice, she truly was sorry. She didn’t want to keep anything from him, but it was all too much.

The agent huffed; he knew she didn’t owe him an explanation. “I overreacted. It’s your decision. I just worry, that’s all cariño.” He turned to face her slowly, dropping and snuffing out the lit butt with bottom of his shoe.

“I still should have told you.” Rosa sighed, it was her decision, but she still felt guilty. “I feel I owe you though. I know you’re going say you don’t, but I feel you do. You’re important to me Javier.” Her eyes focused on him; she had said too much. “It…I..” She stuttered trying to find the words. It wasn’t something she could easily describe.

Javier held her gaze, stepping close to her and holding her hand as he kissed her cheek. “I know. We’re at an odd place in this dance cariño. I want you to be safe, healthy, happy. I don’t think I can give you any of that, I can’t hold you back from so many good things.” His lips pecked her forehead, his chin settling on the top of her head. An arm snaked around his back, rubbing it.

“Hombre estúpido. You’re a good man Javier Peña. A good man for me. I just need more time. I want you to see me as a whole woman and not just…damaged.” Her head laid on his chest, tears started to form in her eyes, or felt like for the last month she had spent to much time crying in front of him, she felt foolish. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of time, but now isn’t it. I can’t. he needs someone who can support him and I don’t know if I can support myself yet.

Javier held her tighter, stroking her hair. He had to let her go, he didn’t want to though, he wasn’t sure if he could keep her safe, he never did get to try that baked chicken dish. “We’re all damaged cariño. I see you for all that you are. A strong woman who I never want to make angry that’s for damn sure.” Rosa laughed; it was the first time she had a real one in the last few weeks. Do I have to let her go? I don’t want to. I said I’d give her the time she needs, that’s still valid. Or was I lying to myself and her? What kind of man am I? Am I the good man she claims I am? Rosa’s arms linked around Javier’s back, rubbing his shoulder blades.

“You could never make me truly angry Javi. Frustrated maybe, but not angry.” She smiled through her puffy eyes and kissed his chin; she was short and round. It always did kinda piss her off that in order to reach those lips of his, she’d have to be on her tiptoes. Javier sighed, he wiped the wet streaks off her cheeks and kissed her forehead. The worst she truly could say was no and they he could say he at least asked.

“Have you signed the paperwork for the new place? If not, you can move in with me. That way I can keep an eye on you. I may even get that promised baked chicken.” Pena chuckled and squeezed her cheeks, cupping them and as finger traced her nose and lips. “Mira hermosa, other than being here with Steve and his wife, I don’t trust you being anywhere else. Rosa please, if only so I know you’re safe. What we talked about before…” Javi paused, trying to think of what to say, rare for him. He always knew what to say. “It doesn’t have to be because of that, I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore and if I can help, Por favor, de`jame ayudarte Rosa.”

The nurse hated it, she hated that she was going to cry again, her face was starting to be fore from all this crying. She shook her head and the agent let go of her face, dejected, but only manage a small frown. Rosa grabbed his shoulders and pulled him toward her and down so she could reach those lips of his finally. She was hungry and Javier obliged, their tongues dancing and his hands roamed her hips and back, when their kiss broke, the pair panted. “Yes Javier. Yes to living with you and I don’t want to wait anymore, I love you and I want to be by your side.” Rosa chirped and popped up to kiss his nose. Javier’s face lit up as he buried his face into her neck and shoulder, nipping at her gently. “Te amo carino. We’ll tell Steve and Connie shortly but let’s just enjoy our time together.” A hand ran through her ponytail as Javier stood back up looking into her irritated eyes, Rosa nodded and swayed in Javi’s arms.

“Our time together sounds perfect.”

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My poor baby was really going through it

He breaks my heart every time.

I just want to wrap my arms around him and never let him go. Hug him until our heartbeats synchronize and his muscles relax. Tell him he did and is enough.

Tell him he deserves to be happy.

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[lionlena]

I'll hurt you... ( bc you're mine ) JavierPeñaxchubby!f!reader

Summary:   When Javier gets into bad thoughts, he pulls away from you. You're fed up with his coldness and you're flirting with someone else. This makes him angry and jealous and you get punished.

Warnings: +18, NSFW, orgasm denial, domination, spanking, fingering, dirty smut, rough sex, possessive, jealous dark!Javier, implied unprotected p in v, porn...most of this is a porn

Continuation of this:   I’ll protect you… (bc you’re mine)  

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You've been seeing Javier for a few weeks. You mostly met in the evenings at his apartment. Occasionally in yours too. Javi worked a lot, so you usually only had the nights to yourself. But you didn't always have sex. Sometimes Agent Peña was too tired. Or too engrossed in his dark thoughts. In days like this, he just wanted to hug you.

You loved it when he lay on the couch with you and buried his head in your soft belly. You stroke his hair and he would purr contentedly until he fell asleep.

But sometimes Javier stopped being sweet and romantic.

Something inside him clicked and he became strangely distant and cold.

 Indifferent to your charms.

 In days like this, you fell into your evil thoughts. You wondered if Javi has finally noticed what you look like? Maybe he'd finally found himself a skinny, shapely whore?

 And it was one of those bad days when you brought him the papers to sign. Javier was nowhere around. But there was Trujillo. The man smiled at you and asked:

 "Want some coffee? I'm making myself one right now, so I can make one for you."

 You returned his smile and shook your head.

 "I'm looking for Peña "

 The man shrugged and replied:

 "As usual he's went somewhere." Then he looked at you closely and asked, "You're okay, you look tired."

 You leaned your hip against the desk and sighed.

 "CIA agents are a pain in the ass as usual they are."

 Trujillo laughed and then stood next to you. He looked at you for a moment and then said.

 "I envy them that they can see you so often."

 You blushed at his words. He was always polite and kind to you. He also had something interesting in himself. He wasn't as devilishly handsome as Javi . It was obvious.

 " You'd get bored seeing me all the time." you said and bit your lip.

 "I doubt it. Maybe you'd like..."

 "Trujillo!" You jumped hearing Javier's scream. "The boss is looking for you!"

 "Okay, wait a sec..."

 "I think you should go NOW."

 For a moment you thought Trujillo would rebel, but he obediently nodded his head and walked away. Well, Javier looked really pissed off. When he looked at you with darkened eyes you felt like you did something wrong.

 "What are you doing?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

 "I brought you some papers to sign"

 "That's not what I'm asking! I saw you fawning over Trujillo."

 "I don't understand what you mean. I'm surprised you even noticed me."

 You couldn't hide the sadness in your voice. Javier softened and gently grabbed your chin.

 "What's the matter? You know you can tell me anything cariño ."

 You softened as you hearing the pet name.

 "It's just that you've been so distant for the last three days. You barely pay attention to me and..."

 He started stroking your cheek with his thumb.

 "Oh baby, I'm not doing this to hurt your feelings. Sometimes there's just too much darkness in me. I step back so I don't burden you."

 You felt a sudden rush of confidence and replied:

 "You promised me everything, Peña." He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "So I wants everything." You poked your finger against his chest. "Even the bad."

 Without saying anything else, he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the women's restroom. He didn't care about the strange looks other people gave him. He really gived a shit of them all..

He took you to the women's restroom. He checked that all three cabins were empty and closed the main door. He didn't want anyone to disturb you two.

 "You want everything. Even the bad?"

 You nodded your head.

 "Okay then. How are you going to explain to me why you're acting like a little puta around Trujillo?"

 You saw a flash of anger in his eyes and you instinctively shivering when  discovered Javi's dark side.

 "Javi ... I... I thought... What's between us isn't that much of a commitment."

 Javier smacked his lips in displeasure and approached you. He pressed your body against the wall.

 "I did not make myself clear, hermosa ? What is incomprehensible about the word: MINE?"

 He grabbed a handful of your hair and tilted your head back. He started kissing your neck.

 "Javi ... I didn't want to."

 He broke away from you. You felt his brown eyes piercing you.

 "Do you know what I think? You knew exactly what you were doing. And now you will be punished for it."

 A pleasant shiver of anxiety ran through your body. Javier lifted your skirt and pushed the edge of the fabric into your mouth.

 "Hold and don't let go" he growled.

 You obediently followed his instructions. He started rubbing your clit with his finger through your panties. You started to squirm, but then Javi gripped your hip tightly with his free hand.

 "Don't move!"

 You thought you were going crazy. Your panties were soaked. Javi knelt in front of you and helped you take off your underwear. He started to lick you, but just as your orgasm was about to begin, he suddenly stopped. You looked at him surprised.

Javier smiled maliciously. He got up, dusted off his pants and put your panties in his pocket.

You whined piteously.

 "You didn't deserve to cum. What you did deserve was to sit through the end of your job waiting unbearably for your punishment." He leaned closer to you and whispered in your ear, "Tonight I'm going to take you home and fuck you. But first I'm going to paint your pretty ass on red. And you're going to take it all like a good girl because you're MINE."

 He glanced at your hand, which was already traveling between your thighs. He grabbed your wrist.

 "And don't even think about relieving yourself. I'll know you touched yourself without me and your punishment will only be more worse."

 You swallowed and stammered out:

 "I'm sorry."

 You knew he was telling the truth.

 Satisfied, he nodded and pulled you out of the bathroom. He walked you straight to your desk and watched with pure delight as you squirmed in your chair, trying to find the most comfortable position.

 The rest of the day was torture for you, but you tried to get everything done on time. You didn't want to stay overtime and prolong your ordeal.

Javier was working like crazy too. As soon as he saw you leave the embassy, he grabbed his jacket, shouted "See you tomorrow" to Steve, and ran outside.

You were already waiting by his car. Javier stood in front of you and lit a cigarette. You were sure he was delaying everything on purpose.

 "Look at you, how good you are. Do you think that will change anything?"

 He blew smoke slowly in your direction and looked you up and down.

 "I have to make sure to mark your entire body with my marks. So that tomorrow Trujillo knows who you belong to."

 "Javi ..." you moaned.

 He put his finger to your lips and shook your head.

 "Get in the car and don't say a word."

 All the way to his apartment, he didn't say a word to you. He didn't even look at you, but his hand occasionally stroked your thigh.

You knew this was his way of comforting you and reassuring you that he was there.

Okay, you agreed to his game, but you could back out at any time.

Only you didn't want to.

 As soon as you entered his apartment, he led you straight to the bedroom. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and stared at you like a predatory animal.

 "Undress."

 You tried to unbutton your shirt but your hands were shaking. Now that you were alone with Agent Peña's dark side, you began to have doubts.

What if there was a reason he was protecting you from this?

 Seeing your uncertainty, Javier came over to you and put a glass of alcohol to your lips. You took a sip and felt the heat spread down your throat, finally settling in your stomach.

You noticed that Javi looked at you more gently. It was "your" Javier. He started undoing the buttons on your shirt and said,

 "I will hurt you because you are mine. But don't be afraid. I will never do more than you can handle."

 And again all your uncertain thoughts melted away. Javi could cast a spell on you like no one else. He made you stop being embarrassed about your body. As he pulled away from you, you finished undressing. He looked at your naked body and murmured:

 "So beautiful and... so naughty"

 He sat on the bed and patted his knees.

 "Come on, get on my lap. You know you deserve it, mi chica mala."

 You were surprised when you felt wetness between your legs. You were already so excited. Javier hasn't even touched you yet.

Seeing that he was getting impatient, you obediently laid down on his legs. He placed one hand on your chubby ass and the other on your shoulder blades, pressing you harder into the bed mattress.

 "Did you really think you could get away with picking up another guy in front of me?"

 "I only talked with him" you whined.

 Then the first juicy slap landed on your ass and you jumped. Then the next and another.

 "You were smiling and blushing. Is this like normal conversation look?!"

 Before you could answer Javi hit you three times and you screamed.

 "NO!"

 He stopped and started rubbing your ass which was already slightly red.

 "Exactly. So, do you agree that you deserve to be punished?"

 You felt the painful burning of your skin. But it was also strangely pleasant.

Another hard slap landed on your ass.

 "Answer me!"

 "Yes!" you moaned tearfully. "I deserve punishment."

 "Good girl."

 Javi began to spank you even harder and faster. You clenched your hands on the covers and began to squirm. Pain was mixed with pleasure. Your ass was on fire, but your pussy was twitching like crazy.

 "Javi... I'm sorry!"

 Tears ran down your cheek and just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, the spanking stopped. Javier began to stroke your inflamed skin. One of his fingers pushed in your pussy.

 "Good girl and so wet."

 You wiggled your hips looking for any friction, but it brought you a hard slap. You screamed and heard him growl.

 "Stay still!"        

 His fingers found your pussy again, but you tried to stay still. Javier shoved two fingers into you and massaged your clit with his thumb.

 "Javi , please... please... pleaseeee ..."

 "You think you deserve to cum."

 "NO!" you groaned.

 You couldn't see the smile on his face, but you heard his contented tone of voice.

 "You're right. Will you promise to be good?"

 "Yessss."

 You were in such a need that you would agree to anything.

 "Will you promise to remember who you belong to?"

 "Yeah"

 His fingers found your sensitive spot and pressed it over and over. You arched your back and let out a loud moan as a powerful orgasm shot through your body. You fell back into his lap panting.

You heard his chuckle. He patted your ass gently and said:

 "It's not over yet, cariño . Did you forget what else I was talking about?"

 "That you'll fuck me?" you asked with a trembling voice.

 "Correct." His voice turned dark again. "Knees and hands on the bed."

 You didn't want to risk getting spanked again, so you quickly took your position. You heard Javier get rid of his clothes, but you didn't dare look at him. The mattress behind you sagged and you felt his hand tighten around your hip. You shivered involuntarily. You knew you were still dealing with that dark side of Javier. And that it will not be as pleasant and gentle as always. But you also were sure he wouldn't hurt you.

 Javier wasn't going to be pleasant. He pushed himself firmly into your pussy. He didn't care about your gasps and didn't wait for you to adjust to him. He gripped your hip tightly with one hand. His other hand grabbed your hair, forcing you to lean back towards him.

He set a fast, brutal pace and spewed out Spanish and English curses between gasps.

 "Mi puta ... perra ,... Fuck ... You're so tight... Mierda ... Fuck... carajo ..."

 You screamed as his cock hit your sensitive spot.

 "Yes, cum for me... Come on... My little puta !"

 He started to fuck you even faster, still hitting your sensitive spot perfectly. You screamed his name as orgasm surged through your body. Your pussy tightened around his cock and he let go of your hair. You fell limply onto the bed, unable to rely on your limbs any longer. Javier didn't mind though. He landed on you, still digging into you.

His movements became increasingly chaotic. He finally bit your arm and you felt his cum fill you.

 He lay on top of you for several minutes, breathing hard in your ear. You were hoping for some words of love, some pet names, but you didn't get anything. Only the warmth radiating from his body was any comfort.

 However, Javier got up and put on his jeans. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and stood by the window. You felt cold without his body. You covered yourself with a blanket and lay on your side, being careful not to put too much pressure on your still sore ass.

You felt weird. You agreed to this game, but you missed "your" Javier.

A single tear rolled down your cheek against your will. You closed eyes and curled up more.

 Javier finished smoking and went back to bed. He cuddled up to your back and kissed your shoulder. He started stroking your cheek gently. He leaned over to you and kissed your forehead.

 "Thank you," he murmured.

 "What for?" you asked surprised.

 "That you gave me what I needed."

 You smiled widely and grabbed his hand. Javier was an asshole sometimes, but that didn't matter. He was your asshole.

 *

(Next day)

 In the middle of the working day, Javi came to you and dragged you to the same bathroom you were in the day before.

He pushed you against the wall again, took off your panties and started fingering you. As you bit your hand to stop moaning, he pulled his dick out of his pants and began jerking off.

When he was close, he kissed you passionately, suppressing your moans. You tightened around his fingers and he cum on your panties.

As he cleaned himself up, you wanted to take off your underwear, but he shook his head. He pulled your panties up.

Your eyes widened as you felt the stickiness and warmth of his cum on your pussy.

 "Trujillo mentioned he wanted to ask you out for a drink. That's my answer."

 He kissed your ear and smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

 "Screw Trujillo. I got you."

 Javier gripped your sides tighter.

 "Yes, you have me. Because you are MINE!" he growled.

*

Next part: https://lionlena.tumblr.com/post/717759801732579328/ill-leave-you-bc-youre-not-mine

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Masterlist

All fics are explicit! minors dni!🔞

Series

BAD BLOOD - step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help

*****

KISS KISS BANG BANG - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (bank robbers AU)

Summary: Joel and you live a life full of risk, thrill and danger. Every day can be your last, so you savour every kiss and enjoy each other to the fullest. Can you survive this journey to your dreams?

*****

PERFECT STRANGERS - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: What would you do if you met a perfect stranger? Someone who understands what you've hidden deep inside your soul. The attraction is instant. It's perfect. What if you don't want to be strangers anymore?

One Shots

Hot shower -pre-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader pwp

Strawberries and cream- no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

Sweet remedy - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

A Villain’s Monologue - serial killer!Joel Miller x f!reader dark fic

The Helping Hand - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader somno

Keep On Your Mean Side - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (written with @milla-frenchy) dark fic

Birthday Surprise - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller mfm

Jacket -no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader fluff

The Burglary - burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dddne, non-con

Flasher - flasher!Joel Miller x f!reader exhibitionism

Flower - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader dead dove, dark fic

Bad Girl - Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dubcon

Morning Bliss - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader smut, fluff

Cockwarming Joel - blurb

Feed Me - Joel x f!reader pwp

✨His - dark!Joel x f!reader x dark!Tommy x m!OCs DDDNE NON CON

✨Always and Forever - post outbreak Joel x f!reader angst

✨Ribbon - Joel x f!reader pwp

The Party - dark!Lucien Flores x f!reader non con

The Beast Within- dark!Ezra x f!reader dark fic

One shots

The Visit - Javier Peña x f!reader semi-public

Surveillance - Javier Peña x f!reader voyeurism

Series

The Hounds of Hell - Javi x f!reader x Steve written with @milla-frenchy

Summary: you meet two DEA agents in a bar. You drink too much and they offer to take you home.

Watching You - Dave York x f!reader voyeurism

After Watching you - drabble

Flat line - dark!Dave York x f!reader dark, noncon

The Devil in Me - devil!Dieter Bravo x actress! reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

#pedro pascal #masterlist #pedro pascal characters #devil!dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #fanfic #ezra x reader #ezra x you #ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect smut #serial killer!Joel #dark fic #javier peña x you #javier pena x reader #javier peña #dave york x f!reader #dave york x you #dave york smut #dave york x reader #dave york #tommy miller x you #tommy miller smut

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People Talk

Masterlist

Summary: 2.3k/ f!reader, dark!joel, dbf!joel, brat tamer!joel

“Truth is, he’d been waiting for your mouth to form his name all day. He knew you’d be here, always were on the fourth regardless of what boy you were running around with or what was happening in college. This time you were here for good. Or for a while, until your daddy caught on to your problem.”

Warnings: 18+ mdni, SMUT, age gap, joel masturbating, dominate & aggressive joel, unprotected p in v, slight stalker!joel, pet names, praise kink, dubcon, he talks you through it, tells you what to do- the usual pure filth

Notes: In honor of 420 followers + no work tomorrow, here is a 4th of July, neighbor dbf!joel, quickly written and poorly looked over one shot. Love you!

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It was entirely too hot to be prancing around outside in that too-tight dress, pretending you missed all your daddy’s other friends- ignoring Joel purposely. Punishing him, swaying those hips towards every other man but him.

Then, you’re bending down to pick up the cornhole bags with no regard to his wandering eyes. Giving the guys hell for throwing them at you while you were walking behind the boards. Wearing red panties, white socks.

You return the bags to who they belong to, and suddenly you’re hanging off Tommy’s collar. Laughing at some dumb joke he’d probably muttered.

He offers you his beer, you take it with a giddy smile. “Oh, Tommy,” you giggled, singing his name.

How fuckin’ rude.

It was Joel’s turn. He’d seen enough of everyone else getting your attention. He walked towards the two of you, catching your gaze and holding it, intensely.

“Hi there, little lady.” Little? Hardly. At least where it mattered. But it slipped out of his mouth, more as a warning to how you were acting than anything else.

“Saved the best for last, did you?” He stepped closer, hand engulfing a beer bottle.

He nudged Tommy, fuck off.

His beard had taken on a tinge of gray, hugging his jawline and accentuating the strong contour beneath it. Wrinkles traced his neck, along with a permanent frown between his eyebrows. His skin was darker than last summer, he’d been outside working on his truck. His crow's feet had deepened with time, age.

"Hey, old man,” you dared step even closer, patting him on the back, “Feelin’ okay? I’ll go get your rocker if you need me to,” you teased.

“Long day for you, almost time for fireworks and then we can tuck ya into bed.” You continued, grinning. He could tell this is the reaction you wanted.

Teasing had always been your nature, kissing his cheek before running your fingernails against his back as you hugged hello, pressing your hips closer to his when saying goodbye. The sighs you would quietly let out as his ear passed your mouth.

You use to leave your blinds slightly ajar at dusk, enticing him to peek through and catch a glimpse of the show you put on, from the comfort of his own home. Most of the time he watched you apply lotion, focusing on your pretty, heavy tits.

A few hours later he’d see you mosey out, around 11pm, rolling and cursing cause it doesn’t turn out like you want it to. You end up smoking it anyways on the back porch.

You never could get your joints to light on the first try, either. Something else he added to his list.

He would watch your shoulders relax, your gaze follow the lightening bugs; the cicadas quiet for the frogs. Then you would dizzily sneak back in.

You started that a few years ago, picking up weed from some ex you’d brought from school one summer.

Joel imagined what your soft insides would feel like completely stoned, fucking in and out of your wetness. Sometimes he’d dip into his stash and smoke after you, using his hands in place of your mouth… your cunt.

It became a habit.

“Joel?” You asked. He stopped imagining your pussy kissing his cock.

Truth is, he’d been waiting for your mouth to form his name all day. He knew you’d be here, always were on the fourth regardless of what boy you were running around with or what was happening in college. This time you were here for good. Or for a while, until your daddy caught on to your problem.

“So you’re nice n’ graduated huh? Pretty and smart. Always knew you were gonna be somethin’,” he smirked. His eyes wandered lower than your lips. This time he didn’t stop. He was starting at your nipples through your dress, poking so pretty against the white material. They’re pierced.

Fuck. That’s new.

“You know what they say,” You leaned into him further, moving higher on your tippy toes to be face to face with him- almost.

“Mm, and what’s that?” He muttered, playfully.

You moved your hair behind your ear, looking deeply into his eyes, welcoming him in.

You want me so bad, he thought.

Then you brake his trance, and answered as if it was your turn to embarrass him. You backed up and talked in a normal-toned voice now.

“I don’t fuckin’ know, you’re the one who told me college wasn’t gonna make me any smarter. Step it up, old man- you’re fallin’ behind.”

God damnit, you were a fucking brat. And he knew it was wrong his cock hardened beneath your smart ass words.

But it didn’t stop him from indulging regardless.

He’d heard stories about you all over town since you got back. It’s been four weeks and you were already making a name for yourself, becoming a town problem.

“‘Ya know Dan’s little girl? A slut, apparently. Sheriff caught ‘er down at the lake with Andrew’s boy, said he’d call her daddy if it happened again.”

Stories of whose son did what to you when. This was a small town, and he knew you knew that.

Before you could pull completely away from him, he walked up beside you and leaned into your ear, tickling your hair falling against it.

“Be more careful who you’re suckin’ dick around, pretty. People talk.” He whispered.

You huffed at him, ready to protest but he continued, “Wouldn’t want your daddy knowin’, would ya?”

Embarrassment reddened your cheeks, eyes faltering with surprise for a moment.

“Mr. Miller, if you wanted to fuck me, you should have just asked.” You dared, saying it loud enough to make his entire body stiffen, he looks around to see if anyone heard. Then he shakes with anger at how fuckin’ stupid you’re being. No one else heard over the chattering and screaming kids, throwing snap pop fireworks onto the shimmering concrete.

Now would be a good time to teach her a lesson. No one’s listenin’ to the loud noises around them, all engulfed in their own happenings. No one would be lookin’ for her.

He’d had enough of you trying to put his reputation on the line. He reaches out, snags your arm and pulls you closer to him, forcing you to walk by his side towards the house. His body heat is radiating off of you.

It’s better he teaches you now, rather than someone else worse down the line.

“We’re gonna go inside and you’re gonna let me teach you somethin’,” he says through his teeth, leaning down into your ear, “first thing you’re gonna learn is silence, baby. Don’t say a fuckin’ word while you bend over that bed for me.” He pointed his eyes towards you with a nod. “Got it?”

He waited for confirmation.

“Oh sure, Joel,” you mocked, “whatever you want.”

“You’re just not gettin’ it are you?” He spat.

-

He’s pulling you up the stairs now, back door slamming. Everyone’s out back getting ready for the fireworks, setting out blankets and calming the children. There isn’t much light to see who is missing and who isn’t.

In front of you are Joel’s broad shoulders, left arm hanging behind him as his biceps flex from dragging you with him. He looks impending, massive, from the view you have a couple stairs down.

His grip stings, your hand starting to lose feeling. He hasn’t said a word the entire time you two have been in the house. Grunting here and there at the weight of you, not letting you move at your own pace.

The fun was gone.

“You’re scaring me, Joel.”

“Good, pretty girl. Someone needs to.”

He knows the exact path to your room, and he takes you there before busting the door open and throwing you inside behind him. He closes the door with one push of his arm.

The release of his grip knocks you to the floor in front of your bed. You catch yourself, wincing in the thud your body had made.

He didn’t apologize for it, he didn’t even help you up. He put his back against the corner of the room and was looking at you, waiting, arms crossed behind his back.

He wanted you to bend over.

His breathing was heavy and his eyes set a little lower, darker. You got up on your knees, facing him. Face red, your tears were starting to form out aggravation of how Joel was treating you, but also the tickle in your mound.

You locked eyes with him, shuffling close enough to him to reach out and unbuckle his belt. He let out a breathy chuckle, laughing at how pathetic you look- compared to your confidence from earlier.

You did what he asked, demanded, and stood up to bend yourself over your childhood bed. You spread your legs, allowing the air to hit your pussy, then your tight ring of muscle before he spit down on it, turning hour over so you’re on your back, centering himself to you.

“That’s right. Let me feel it, pretty.”

He didn’t even do you the favor of one finger to stretch you out a little. He sheathed himself into completely.

“Squeeze. Uh huh, just like that,” his mouth is barely open, in awe, looking down at you.

“I want you to watch me fuck you, okay? Can you do that?” His tone was sweeter, yet more condescending.

You lift your head, peering down at your angled body as your lips spread to suck him in, over and over and over.

“J..Joel, please.” You begged, gasping for reprise.

“It’s so much, I know. But look at you, sweet thing, you’re taking it so well. Stretching yourself on my cock so, so good.”

You pathetically whimper back. Words had left you minutes ago. And that was okay with you. Joel was taking what he wanted from you, but you wanted it just as much. So you shut up and took it.

“I know, I know, pretty girl. Shhhh,” he coos, shoving himself into you. He’s so fucking big, you’d never felt this much pressure inside of you before. You throw your arms against his chest as high as you can stretch them, trying to push him away, overwhelmed by him. Overstimulated from the depth of his cock and the tickle of his calloused fingers, running circles around your throbbing nerves.

A cry escapes your lips, and he takes it as a cry of want rather than pain.

He grabs both of your wrists in one hand then hits you. Your jaw slacks the same as your head as it fall one way. He reaches out and rubs your cheek, holding your head in his hand.

“I said be quiet, did I not? I knew this would be too much for you. No wonder the entire town knows who you’re fuckin’- they can hear you.”

Your cunt fluttered and then slowly dripped release against him.

You start to argue, no, beg for him to slow down a little. His frame is lit from the orange hued streetlights on the street below, his hair falling into his face, disheveled from how he was moving his body.

The sun was almost set when you two had come in, providing some light, but no one turned on a light. No one outside could see in. That wasn’t enough to promise this would stay hidden.

Joel drops your head and puts his palm over your gasping mouth.

His grunts above you are guttural. Joel throws his shoulders back, his head following. Fuck, it’s been so long. And you… you had decided you wanted to tease him with the neighborhood boys, with his brother.

“‘N you think any of those boys down there are gonna touch you like this?” Satisfaction filled your gut as he sat you up, holding him your arms so that the tip of his cock could kiss you deeper, and suddenly you’re finding it hard to keep the smirk off your face.

You knew you’d piss him off, hanging around Tommy like that. Looking at him like that. Bending down in front of him, taunting him while Joel stood on the side of the yard.

He noticed your grin. Oh, he hadn’t fucked it out of you yet.

“Daddy would be so sad to know that he raised a fucking slut. But that’s okay baby, I’m gonna teach you how to be a good southern bell. That’s just what you need, ain’t it?”

You didn’t answer him in time, too busy looking at your shaking thighs, burning and tired as his length stretched you further every time he pulled out and slammed back in again. You, creamy and white against his cock.

He reached out and grabbed your throat, shaking your head yes for him. “There you go. Yes.”

His grip tightened at the base of your throat, pushing out ungodly sounds until your stomach bursts with fire.

Your eyes roll back into your head, bitting your lip so hard that you can taste a familiar metallic taste. You went limp for a moment, taking what Joel had to give you.

“Tommy, I-“ You started to beg him, assure him nothing was going on between you two. You started the sentence with the wrong name.

“Did you cum so hard you forgot who was filling this pussy up? Stop saying his fuckin’ name,” he growled, pushing your face into the bed.

You stopped trying to talk and instead melted further into the feeling of Joel.

“Another thing we gotta teach you is knowin’ who you belong to.”

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