#javier peña x fem reader

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Falling for you

Summary: When you decided to bring your daughter to Colombia to work for the CIA to take Pablo Escobar down, you never thought you would find someone to fall in love with....

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Wordcount: 6.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: colleagues to friends to lovers, reader has a daughter, mentions of dead husband, death of best friend, angst, fluff, domestic Javi, kissing, smut (unprotected sex), feeeeeelings

A/N: This fic has been in the making for almost 2 years. I can't really explain why, but it took a long time and before I keep on editing it, I put it out in the world. I'm aware the last thing the CIA would do is send a single mother with her child to Columbia in the eighties but this is fiction and I don't want to hear complaints lol Also please let me know how you like the mood boards this year. I'm trying to change things up

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“He’s starring again.” You looked up from the file you were reading, looking at your partner Enrique before you let your eyes wander to the desk across the room. You had been here in Colombia for a good three months now. It might have been the worst idea you ever had to take your daughter with you to one of the most dangerous countries in the world, but it was not like something was holding you back in the states. 

You were used to the looks of all the men who thought they were more important than you. 

More intelligent than you.

The whispers behind your back. 

The catcalls. 

How they always tried to talk over you. But they didn’t know what you knew. They didn’t know the resources you had. Working as one of the few women at the CIA as an active agent took a lot from you. But you did it for the greater good. You did not talk to many of the men working in your department. Except for your partner Enrique and your supervisor. You and Enrique had been working together back in the states and him coming with you was one of the conditions you had before you agreed to go. You needed someone you could trust if you would work here to help to take down the biggest drug cartel in the world. You needed someone you could trust your daughter with, apart from the two nannies the CIA was providing all around the clock. 

Of course the safer and easier way would have been to stay back in the states. Where your daughter could play outside without being watched by at least one CIA Agent. But ever since your husband died almost four years ago on a mission, you had been searching for the change you needed in your life. And against all better judgement you found yourself agreeing to go and take your six year old daughter Eva with you to Colombia. Was it crazy? Obviously. Did it still feel like the right decision? Absolutely.

Javier Peña was looking at you, a cigarette between his lips. The first three buttons of his baby blue shirt were open and his finger kept rubbing over the side of his face. You nodded at him before you focused back on the files in front of you.

“Do you think he would still look at you like that if he knew about Eva?” Enrique whispered. You rolled your eyes. 

“He can look at me all he wants. I know how good I look today,” you chuckled and made him laugh. You were wearing a white silk blouse and dark red dress pants.

You did enjoy flirting with Javier Peña. 

He and his partner Steve were the only ones around here who actually talked to you. And in Javier’s case, try to get into your pants. And a part of you did enjoy the attention you got for him.

No one had looked at you like he did since your late husband. 

And even though you knew it was dangerous to entertain his flirtations, you found yourself doing it. You found yourself thinking about him more often, even though you knew that nothing would ever come out of it. He was, well, he was Javier Peña. Fucking everything that just looked his way and you were a widowed single mom. 

Of course you did enjoy it when he invited you for a drink after work at the bar around the corner. Who wouldn’t enjoy being invited for a drink by a handsome man? The problem you had was that he knew exactly how handsome he was and he knew how to use it. Because deep down, in the moments Javier Peña was just himself and not the guarded DEA Agent with commitment issues, you could see him as a man you could fall in love with.

“Why did we end up in this shithole again?” Enrique asked. You were about to answer when Carillo came back in, shouting in Spanish and everyone around got up and moved.

“What’s happening?” You asked, internally cursing yourself for not knowing more Spanish.

“Something about La Quico and a brothel?” 

There was something about La Quico and a brothel and you knew from the moment you heard about the intel and the plan that it would go to shit. Now, as you were standing outside, bulletproof vest still on, watching how body after body was carried out of the building, you kept shaking your head. 

If any of these fuckers would have just listened to you. 

Woman after woman was carried out. Dead. But your knees almost gave out when you saw your partner's lifeless body being carried out. Hugging yourself, you looked away from him and up to the sky to stop yourself from crying, They did not need to see you crying. You would wait to break down until you were home and after your daughter was tucked it.

You felt someone stand next to you.

“I’m sorry,” Javier said and you breathed in deeply, not looking away from the sky.

“It’s not your fault,” you answered quietly. Because it wasn’t. Javier actually had been more than vocal about what a shit idea this was in the first place.

“I’m still sorry,” you smelled the smoke he breathed out and you finally looked at him. He looked as tired as you felt. You reached for the cigarette between his lips inhaling the smoke yourself, before you handed it back to him. Steve came to stand beside him, the same tired expression on his face.

“I think we could all use a drink,” he said and you sighed.

“He’s been my partner for more than 8 years. And my friend for almost 20,” you shook your head, looking at Steve before your eyes fell back on Javier.

“I really wanna go home.” 

“We’ll take you.” Steve said.

You could still see the lights on in your daughters room and you sighed. You weren’t ready to tell her that her Uncle Ric wouldn’t be helping her with her Spanish skills anymore, that he wouldn’t help her paint her bedroom after he made the big plan for her to get her jungle book room.

“I’ll walk you in,” Javier said as the car stopped. You only nodded, saying your thanks to Steve as you stepped out and walked across the street. 

“Are you okay on your own tonight?” He asked, as you opened the door to the house, walking in. Javier kept following you.

“I’m not alone, and I am planning on getting drunk and then cry myself to sleep. It’s Saturday tomorrow right?” You asked and he nodded. 

“I guess I’ll see you on Monday,” Javier said quietly. You felt the tears in the corner of your eyes and you prayed he would just turn around and leave. You just nodded, your lips already trembling. The reality of how alone you felt hit you like a brick as you looked at the apartment door across from yours, where Enrique lived… used to live. 

“Please go Javier. I don’t need you to see me breaking down,” you pleaded and turned away from him, putting the key into the lock of your apartment.

He sighed before he said your name. You felt his hand on your shoulder and against your better judgement you turned around and let him pull you against him, as you sobbed into his shirt.

You blamed it on the loss of your best friend, the need to feel something, that you just leaned in, your ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as his hands rubbed soothingly over your back.

“You are going to get through this,” he whispered. You enjoyed this moment. Standing outside of your apartment in his arms. He wasn’t being a flirt. He was just there to comfort you. You breathed in deeply, his scent in your nose and you had never noticed just how good he smelled.

“Thank you Javier,” you whispered and brought some distance in between you. Looking up into his tired eyes, the hint of a smile on his lips as he looked at you, you were more than grateful when you heard footsteps behind your door. Untangling yourself from him you brushed your tears away and put a smile on your lips just in time before the door opened. Eva jumped into your arms as you turned around.

“I missed you Mommy!” She giggled and you felt yourself smile as you picked her up and carried her in your arms.

“I missed you too, princess,” you whispered into her hair, before you set her down.

Looking up you saw Maria standing there with a tired smile on her lips. 

“I tried everything Miss, but she wanted to wait until you’re home.” 

“It’s okay. Thank you,” you nodded at her. She looked behind you and you followed her gaze, finding Javier standing in your door as if he was out of place. Maria nodded at him as she said her goodbyes. He stepped out of her way as she left.

“Either in or out Pena,” you said. He looked at you, about to open his mouth when Eva came back with a painting she had made today.

“Who is that?” She asked looking at Javier.

“That is one of the Agents I’m working with,” you explained nodding at him. He still looked between you and Eva like a fish out of the water before he shook out of it.

“I’m Javi. And I should go before my partner drives off without me,” he said the last words looking at you. You nodded.

“Bye Javi. Thanks for bringing my mom home safe,” Eva smiled, and you sighed.

“Go brush your teeth, I’ll tuck you in in just a moment, okay?” You smiled down at her, your hands brushing over her cheek before you leaned down to kiss her forehead. She nodded, waving towards Javier and left the room to go to the bathroom.

“She’s a…” Javier began.

“Yeah,” you nodded, walking towards him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“You never asked,” you shrugged. He nodded. You could see the many questions he had in his eyes. 

“Will the two of you be okay here tonight? Alone?”

“We will. Thank you. And now go, before Steve actually drives off without you,“ you smiled forced.

“Okay. I’ll see you on Monday?” He asked, sucking his bottom lip in. You nodded.

“Good night Javier,” He nodded too and turned around, slowly walking down the hallway.

“It’s Javi,” he called over his shoulder and you frowned.

“Friends get to call me Javi,” he looked at you. You had to smile at that before you finally closed the door behind you.

Within two weeks after this day, everything had changed. You moved into the same building as Javi and Steve, after a brief visit to the states for Enrique’s funeral. You actually found a close friend in Steve’s wife Connie. But most of all the absence of your best friend had been hard on you. 

You never actually told him how grateful you were for his help. And for coming to this country with you, just because you felt the need to change your life. You spend the nights crying yourself to sleep, feeling responsible for his death. If he hadn’t agreed to come down to Colombia with you, he would still be alive. 

And you wouldn’t have to look into your daughters sad eyes when she remembered that Uncle Ric wouldn’t come around to cook her favourite meal. You never learned the secret on what exactly Enrique did with the mac & cheese that made her go absolutely nuts, and now you wouldn’t have a chance to. 

Work had been one big mess ever since the fail at the brothel. And it took all willpower you had to not go around and tell everyone “I told you so”. You also had a new partner. Well, two. Steve and Javier insisted on you joining them. Not that you had a chance when you came back on Monday morning and your desk was standing a joined to theirs. You had spend the whole weekend crying when you weren’t around Eva and this had almost made you tear up again.

Javier had almost entirely stopped flirting with you, which was the biggest change. He had actually been nothing but nice and respectful and you were wondering what it was that made him like this. Not that you minded. 

He made the effort to get to know you, asking little question here and there. Asking about Eva and what her hobbies were. 

You were fascinated by this side of Javi you got to know now. 

But somehow you missed the way he used to look at you. 

“What are you doing this weekend?” Steve asked, as you were sitting over another file of leads going nowhere.

“We wanted to paint Eva’s room. She chose green. And I absolutely hate it,” you chuckled.

“How come you never told anyone you had a kid?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.

“No one ever asked,” You shrugged. 

“People don’t really talk to me because I'm CIA and I'm a woman. And I don’t speak more than 10 words of Spanish.”

“Yikes, we really are assholes,” Steve shook his head and you laughed.

“Well… You’re not that bad. And you have a wife that bakes cake, so you’re on my good side,” you joked and Steve chuckled. 

“But what is going on with Javier lately?”

“So you noticed it too? I kept asking him but he just shrugged it off.” 

“Maybe he needs to get laid,” you shrugged and Steve grinned.

“You offering?” You heard Javier’s voice behind you and you glared at Steve who tried not to laugh. Turning in your seat you looked up at the man in question. He grinned down at you.

“What if I told you I'm a lesbian?”

“That would only make it hotter,” he winked. You turned in your seat looking at Steve. “Okay I think he’s back.” You chuckled.

“If you need any help, just say the word,” Steve said as you walked down the hallway. It was Friday and you had just come home. One of the perks of living together with Javi and Steve was that you could use one car to get to work. 

“Will do, thanks!” You smiled. 

“Help with what?” Javi asked, standing next to you. You were now occupying the apartment across from him.

“I want to paint Eva’s room tomorrow. And let’s just say it’s not my biggest talent. Enrique used to do things like that. He actually planned the whole thing,” you smiled sadly looking at the floor before you breathed in deeply and looked at Javi. He had a strange expression on his face.

“What about I’ll come help and you cook that thing you have been cooking last weekend?” he rubbed his moustache.

“You can come over for some food without working, Javi,” you said right away. 

“You tell me that now? What is it you cooked there last week?”

“I’m trying to figure out how Enrique made his mac & cheese cause Eva loved it so much.” You said quietly. You could hear her laughter behind the door.

“Sorry. I… Fuck. I keep reminding you of his death,” Javier shook his head.

“You’ve been a big help. I mean it. And if you want to spend your Saturday painting my daughter's room, you are welcome to do it,” you shrugged. He smiled a little.

“Okay. See you tomorrow then.” 

One thing you noticed since moving was that Javier was a night owl. Of course you knew about his reputation but you didn’t judge him. He was an attractive man. If you were him you would use that to your advantage too. When Eva was in bed, and you were sitting in yours, a glass of wine in hand as you continued to work on files it was more than once that you heard just how much of a night owl Javier was. Either his women were very good actors or he really knew what he was doing.  

“Mommy?” You heard the sleepy voice of your daughter and looked up from your book. She was standing in your door, her hair a wild mess. You looked at the clock. Nearly 1 am.

“Bad dream?” You asked. You saw her nod.

“Come here,” you smiled.

She climbed under your covers, snuggling to your side as you closed your book, setting it down on the bedside table. 

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked softly, stroking away her hair so you could look at her. She shook her head. 

“Okay,” you kissed her head.

It was a couple minutes later, you thought she was already asleep when she mumbled. 

“You are not gonna leave me too mommy, right?” she whispered. 

You gulped, pulling her closer towards you. 

“I’m never gonna leave you baby,” you promised, your heart breaking. 

She nodded. 

“I miss Uncle Ric,” she said. You fought the tears. 

“I miss him too,” you whispered. 

You didn’t know how long you laid in bed, watching your daughter fall asleep. You had questioned coming to Colombia from the beginning. 

You had been looking to change jobs for a while, and the job in Colombia was the only job the CIA had offered to various agents who had all declined it. Now that you were living here, you knew why. 

It was beyond dangerous to take your daughter to this country. The CIA took your safety serious, which could have to do with how your late husbands death, which happened on a mission the CIA fucked up. 

You could have asked the CIA for everything and they probably would have given it to you, just to keep you quiet. And maybe you should just have taken the money they offered you, buy a house on the beach, settle down with your daughter somewhere safe. 

But there was always a little part of you brain that wanted to…. Avenge the death of your husband who had died because he found himself in the middle of a cartel deal gone wrong in Mexico. 

You looked at your daughter, hoping that your selfish decision would not cost her more of her family in the future, before you let yourself finally drift of to sleep. 

There was a knock on the door just as you finished washing the dishes from breakfast. Eva was wearing a bright blue kids overall you had bought while getting supplies to paint, running past you to the door before she stopped and turned around. 

„Can I open Mommy?“ She asked. 

„You gotta ask whose there first,“ you remind her and she nodded.

„WHO’S THERE?“ She yelled loudly through the door and you chuckled. 

„Uh…. Javi?“ The man behind the door said, sounding it like a question. Eva looked at you and you nodded at her and she unlocked the door and opened it. 

Javi looked at Eva then at you before he stepped into your apartment. 

„Next time we need the codeword from you Javi,“ Eva said and he nodded seriously. 

„What is the codeword?“

„Pancakes,“ she whispered loudly.

„Good morning,“ he said a little awkward. Eva threw the door closed behind him, before she ran back towards her room. 

You shook your head amused.

„Good Morning Javi. Ready to spend time with a six year old girl who is obsessed with the jungle book?“ You asked, drying your hands, before you turned around to him. 

He was wearing some older looking jeans and a white, very tight, T-Shirt. 

„I have you know I have a lot of younger cousins. I think I can handle one girl,“ he said over confident and you nodded. 

„We will see,“ you said, a smile playing around your lips before you nodded with your head towards your daughters bedroom.

You stopped counting after the tenth time Eva insisted on replaying The Bare Necessities. It was a surprisingly fun day. 

You had to admit that you had underestimated Javier Peña.

You knew he was good at his job, but you didn’t know he was good with children. He explained every step he made to paint the walls to Eva and praised her when she began to paint herself. And he listened to every story your daughter told him. Never annoyed with her, always asking follow up questions. 

And once she brought out her little recorder and played the jungle book tape you even noticed him humming along to the song, making you smile as you watched them both together. 

They had both threw you out of her room so you could make dinner, leaving Javi and Eva to rearrange her room now that it was finished painting. 

You could hear them laugh and you found yourself smiling to yourself. You missed the sound of her laughter ever since Enrique died. 

You had put the Mac & cheese into the oven when Javier walked into your kitchen. 

He had paint all over his arms, his shirt too. There was a smile on his lips and you found yourself smiling back. 

„Enough Jungle book?“ You asked and he huffed a laugh. 

„For now. She’s rearranging her stuffed animals on her bed,“ he said, leaning with his hip at the kitchen counter, watching you. 

„Oh good. This will take her at least an hour. She’s a little perfectionist,“ you said. 

„That’s… That’s good…“ Javi hummed and you frowned, turning towards him. He had a hand on his hip, his other hand pulling at his lip as he looked at you. 

„Why?“ You asked. 

He seemed… nervous. His eyes focused on you, seemingly fighting with himself about something. 

„Javi…“ you started but he stepped towards you, one of his hands coming up to touch your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips. Your breath hitched and you looked at him with wide eyes, your lips slightly parted. 

You were nervous, but not in a bad way. It was more… anticipation of what would happen next. 

„Can I kiss you?“ He asked. Instead of answering you nodded slowly, seeing him smile before he leaned in and kissed you softly. Your eyes slipped close and his lips found yours. You felt his other hand come to rest on the back of your head, and he slowly guided you so your back was against the counter as he slowly deepened the kiss. His tongue brushing over your lips until you parted them for him, sighing against his mouth. You rested one of your hands on his chest, your other hand in his hair as he moved his lips over yours. 

He rested his forehead against yours as he parted form your lips, both of you panting for air. 

„Wow,“ you whispered, opening your eyes. He was smiling at you. 

„Yeah,“ he whispered, kissing you again. 

You both jumped apart when you heard Eva call for you. You felt like a teenager who got caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing when you looked at Javi. You both chuckled at each other and you took a deep breath. 

„I should check on her,“ you said. He nodded. 

„Go. I’ll keep an eye on dinner,“ he said. You ran a hand through your hair, before you turned around, seeing Javi adjust himself out of the corner of your eyes. 

Date Nights were not something you ever had before. Yes you went on dates when you were married, but there was never a big fuss about it. 

Javier on the other hand, had taken you out every Friday night since you kissed. And it didn’t matter that you couldn’t openly date, not just because of work, but because the cartels had eyes everywhere, you were just happy to bet able to spend time with him outside of work.

Steve and Connie were happy to watch Eva for the evening, happy to have someone to play with their recently adopted daughter Olivia. You had been there in the house when Olivia was found. The scene still haunting your dreams. 

Javier and you remained strictly professional at work. Of course there was talk about how Javier hadn’t been to a brothels in some time, but no one ever dared to ask, because he still got his intel from the girls. 

You weren’t officially dating, but the both of you spend almost all your free time together. Things had become so domestic that even Eva seemed to realise things were changing. Not that you were hiding it from her. Javier had started to hang out at your place some more. Dinner for the three of you becoming a almost daily fixture whenever Javi was around and not working. 

There were secret touches around Eva at the beginning until she caught Javier kissing you goodbye one night. She had a million questions for the both of you, and you had to give it to Javi, he answered every single one of them until Eva was satisfied, allowing him to date her mommy which you found beyond adorable. 

You could never even entertain the thought of dating someone your daughter didn’t like. 

That your daughter approved of this new man in your life made the change that was coming even harder. 

Things in Colombia were getting more and more dangerous, leaving you to make the difficult decision to go back to the states. You had put in a request to get relocated which had been approved the week before. 

You and Eva would be going back tomorrow leaving you to have to start over again. It had actually been Javier who had brought his concerns in the first place about you and your daughters safety up. You knew that coming to Colombia as a woman working for the CIA would put a target on your back. But the cruelty of the cartels and above all Pablo Escobar were at an all time high and to hard to ignore much longer. 

So this Friday night would be your last date night with Javier for a while. He had taken you out to your favourite restaurant and held your hand all night, proud to show you off now that the both of you did not have to hide anymore. 

It was the first time he kissed you in a crowded room, unafraid of who was watching. Because he knew you would be safe and out of the country in less than 15 hours. 

And while the two of you had kissed for the first time almost three months before, you did not have sex yet. 

Something you meant to change tonight. 

You unlocked the door to your apartment, inviting him in. He had helped you put your whole life in boxes, promising to oversee them being shipped off to your new home. 

„You gonna tell me where you going yet?“ He asked as you made the both of you a drink. You bit your bottom lip as you turned around, handing him the glass. 

He knew you were going to Texas, he just didn’t know where. 

Javier took a sip while you took one too before you set the glass down on the kitchen table. 

„Laredo,“ you said and his eyes widened. 

„I’m transferring to the DEA in Laredo, Texas,“ you added, waiting for his reaction. You never really talked about the future. But Javier was a man you could see yourself growing old with. You knew he had his own demons, thinking he did not deserve to be loved. 

He had told you that he wanted to work on himself once he was finished with Colombia. 

„Say that again,“ he asked you. He was looking at you with warm eyes, a smile forming on his lips. 

„Eva and me will be moving to Laredo, Texas,“ you said, smiling yourself. 

„Where?“ He asked.

„I found a house. But it needs some work. So I talked to your Dad the last time he called to ask for some help to find a contractor and he offered us his guest room,“ you said shyly. Javi laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

He sat the glass down and walked to you, his hands crossing on your lower back, his chest against yours. 

„You did this all behind my back?“ He asked. You nodded. 

„Surprise?“ You asked and he kissed you. 

„You gonna be on our farm?“

„Eva is already looking forward to learn how to ride a horse,“ you nodded. 

„Fuck, she’s gonna have my Dad wrapped around her little finger in no time,“ he chuckled.

„Just like she has you?“ You asked and cried out in laughter as he dinged his fingers into your side, making you giggle. 

„Rude,“ he said. 

„But true,“ you shrugged and he kissed you again. 

„I’m not complaining,“ he mumbled against your lips. You sighed as his lips slowly kissed down your jaw and then your neck. 

„Javi,“ you gasped and he hummed against your skin. 

„Please take me to bed,“ you whispered and he looked up at you. 

„Are you asking me…“

„Yeah…“ you nodded, both of your hands resting against his chest. He took a deep breath. 

„I need words,“ he clarified and you got on your tiptoes. 

„I wanna have sex with you Javier,“ you whispered against his ear.

He took his time undressing you, once you made it to your bedroom. His lips following a path of every inch of skin he revealed. When you were standing in just your underwear in front of him before he kissed you, mumbling against your lips how beautiful you were, before he helped you strip him off his clothes. 

You gulped when you saw his cock for the first time, not really surprised at the lack of underwear on his side. Biting your lip you looked up at him, seeing him wink at you before he kissed you again. 

He laid you down on your bed, his lips never leaving yours. 

You moaned when you felt his weight on top of you, his arms resting next to your head to keep him hovering above you. You felt him rub against you, his cock rubbing against your stomach, making you both groan. 

He slowly kissed down your body. 

Your neck.

Your collarbone. 

Right between your breasts. He looked up at you then a question in his eyes. You arched your back and he smiled as he reached around and unhooked your bra, slowly pulling it down your shoulders until he could pull it off. 

„Beautiful,“ he hummed, his lips kissing the top of each breast before he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimpered, your back arching again, your hands playing with his hair to keep him close. 

He moaned against your skin, his tongue playing with your now hard nipple inside his mouth. 

„Javi,“ you moaned softly and  he released your nipple. 

„Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,“ he grinned and you felt yourself flush, giving him a shy smile. 

„I wanna taste you,“ he said, kissing your other breast. 

„Mhhh,“ you hummed.

His lips wandered down your body, his tongue dipping into your belly button with a grin before he kissed right above your panty line. 

You released a shaky breath and he smiled at you. 

„Can I take this off?“ He asked. You nodded, biting your lip. His fingers slipped under the fabric of your panties and he kneeled between your legs pulling them down. Both of his hand ran up your thigh as he leaned back down, his face resting just above your pussy. 

„You’re so wet,“ he said in wonder and you smiled. 

„Just for you.“

He hummed before his face lowered and his lips kissed just above your clit. He inhaled deeply, releasing a groan. 

„Gonna miss this when you’re gone,“ he whispered and you sighed. 

„Guess you have to come home to me quickly then,“ you said and he smiled as he looked up at you. 

„I like the sound of that,“ he said.

„What?“ You asked. 

„Coming home to you,“ he whispered before he licked into you. You grabbed the bedsheet beneath you as he began to eat you out, parting your legs even further. His big hands kept you in place while he devoured you. His tongue playing with your clit before it dipped down and into you. 

„Javi please…“ you moaned.

„Please what?“ He asked.

„Make me cum?“ You begged and he chuckled. 

„Already begging for me….“ He teased and you lightly kicked him in his side, making him chuckle before he leaned back in, eating you out until you were moaning his name, your legs shaking in his hold. He kissed your pussy after you calmed down and have you a proud grin and he leaned back above you, his lips finding yours to give you a deep kiss where you could taste yourself. 

You angled one leg behind him, pushing him down against you. 

„Fuck me, Javi. I want you inside of me,“ you mumbled against his lips.

„Fuck,“ he cursed. He grabbed his cock, lining himself up against your pussy. 

You both moaned when he slowly sank into you. Inch by inch filling you smoothly until his whole cock was inside of you, filling you perfectly. His forehead came to rest against yours and you wiggled your hips, making him groan. 

„Fuck…. Please give me a moment…“ he groaned and you smiled, pecking his lips. He kissed you slow but deep. Licking into your mouth. 

You made out for a while before he slowly bottomed out and pushed back into you, keeping a slow pace. 

„Feels fucking perfect, baby,“ he moaned against your lips, fucking you deeply. 

You wrapped both of your legs around him, your hands on his back and in his hair. 

„Shit I’m not gonna last, feels so good, he groaned and you felt one of his hands slip between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. 

„I want you to cum with me,“ he said and began to circle your clit while he fucked faster into you. 

„Javi,“ you whimpered, arching your back. His head dipped down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. He pulled your nipple between his teeth, pulling it playfully and your whole body shuddered as your orgasm washed over you, whimpering beneath him just as he twitched and came deep inside of you. 

You sighed, your fingers brushing through his hair as he kissed you, both of you smiling against each others lips. 

You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each others embrace before he slowly pulled out of you, pecking your lips. He went to the bathroom to clean himself off, bringing a washcloth to clean you too. 

„I’m gonna get Eva from Steve and Connie’s,“ he mumbled against your lips and you nodded dreamily at him, watching him as he got dressed. 

You got into your bathrobe and walked out of your bedroom just as Javi walked back into your apartment, a sleeping Eva in his arms. 

Smiling at him you opened the door to her bedroom for him, watching him as he put her carefully into her bed. He had been doing this since the first date night, and it never ceased to amaze you just how perfect Javi fit into your life. 

He kissed her forehead before he walked towards you, taking your hand to lead you back into your bedroom. 

You knew you had to sleep but as you watched Javi strip out of his clothes and get into bed with you you were overcome with a sadness, knowing that his was the last time you would see him for a while. 

You laid in bed, facing each other. 

„I love you,“ you whispered, wanting him to hear the words before you leave. 

He gave you a soft smile before he slipped closer towards you, his nose brushing over yours. 

„I love you too,“ he whispered back and kissed you. 

Both of you finding close to no sleep until it was time to get ready to leave for the airport the next morning. 

„Bye Javi,“ Eva sobbed as Javi held her in his arms the next morning. She was clinging to him like a koala, clutching his shirt in her tiny fists. He was still holding your hand.

Javi had gotten breakfast while you got Eva ready before he drove you both to the airport.

You saw him take a shaky breath, kissing her hair. 

„I’m gonna miss you,“ she mumbled and you felt tears stinging in the corner of your eyes. 

„I’m gonna miss you and your mom too. So much,“ Javi whispered, pulling you closer. He let go of your hand to put his arm around you, pulling you into the hug. 

„You have to fight the bad guys. And then you can come live with us all the time,“ Eva mumbled and Javi looked at you. You gave him a watery smile.

„I’ll do my best. Be good for your mommy,“ he said and you saw her nod, before he slowly let her down. She hugged your side and you wrapped your arm around her. 

„Be safe,“ you whispered looking up at him. 

„I will,“ he promised before he kissed you softly. 

„I love you,“ you said and he smiled, a tear now running down his cheek. 

„I love you, too,“ he kissed you again.

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[wildemaven]

Saturday’s with Javier: Sleepless Nights

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

WC: 1840

Warnings: E- sex to sleep, unprotected P in V, orgasms, nipple play, established relationship, fluff, 2nd POV, nightmares, mentions of alcohol, I think that’s everything- if I forgot anything let me know.

A/N: Y’all! I don’t even know what this is or if I even like it all that much. I wanted it to be this steamy scene for them, so I pushed myself to get smuttier than I have before but I don’t even know if it reads that way. So, if it sucks I’m sorry!

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Sleep eluded Javier.

Not as often as it once did.

But it does from time to time.

He thinks back to his time in Colombia when it was late nights, surviving on rich black coffee just to make it through one more report.

He’d settle into his apartment, locking the world out in hopes to catch a few hours of rest before it was time to get back to the embassy.

Rinse and repeat.

He’s grateful though when sleep doesn’t come easy these days, it’s not due to hunting down leads or chasing big name narcos from town to town, it’s due to normal life happenings. Some nights finding his brain just won’t shut off, as he lays awake against your sleeping form.

On those rare occasions, Javier silently waves his white flag and surrenders himself to the night.

*

The living room is his retreat on sleepless nights. He hates leaving you to sleep alone, knowing you hate waking up with out him near, but he’s always worried his restless movements will wake you.

The radio is low, as it plays through the local radio station, drowning out the incessant tick of the wall clock— it’s always the loudest on these nights.

The leather pulls at his bare skin as Javier shifts in the chair, his previous position already sending an ache to his lower back.

His book abandoned on the coffee table, the page where he left off dog-eared and ready for next time.

A mug sits half empty and cold on the end table next to where he’s been sitting for the last hour. Its contents a tea blend of chamomile, lemon balm and some other spices you’d picked up for him for these nights.

He settles back into the chair, a gift from you when you’d bought this house, you said he needed a comfy place to relax after his long hours on the ranch— he’s indebted to your need to care of him in ways he’d never think to.

The minutes continue to tick on, the night slowly teetering on the edge of tomorrow. Annoyance seeping through the cracks of his wakeful mind.

Breathing out a huff of frustration, Javier drops his head on to the back of the chair, eyes closed, accepting the fact that sleep is not in the cards for him this time.

Theres a creak of a wooden door opening, followed by light footfalls down the hallway nearing where Javier still sits in the dimly lit living room.

“Javi?” Your voice still soft with sleep.

His attention snaps to you padding your way through the room to him. When he’d left you in bed you were bare, but now you’re wearing his shirt— a deep green, soft and worn-in from his years of wearing it, he prefers seeing it draped over your form now.

“Shit! Cariño, did I wake you?” Sitting forward, an elbow resting on his knee as his other arm extends out you, beckoning you closer to him.

A yawn escapes, your arms raising in an attempt to stretch out your wearied muscles, your shirt— Javi’s shirt —barely covering your lower half.

“Mmmm, no you didn’t wake me. Couldn’t sleep and you weren’t there when I rolled over.” You grab his hand and sit down on the edge of the coffee table in front of him, pulling his hand into your lap.

“How long have you been awake?” Noticing his book next to where you’re sitting and the mug on the side table.

“An hour or so maybe. Came out here so I wouldn’t wake you. Made some of that tea, little reading and listening to some music— hoped something might do the trick.”

Your fingers dance across his hand, soft lenitive strokes as you listen to him talk.

“Nightmare?”

“No. Not this time. Just couldn’t get back to sleep.”

Nightmares had haunted him for years. Stealing away his sleep, plaguing his mind with thoughts of his past. Images and stories that had been seared into his mind for years. Even after Colombia, night was an enemy to Javier, always grateful when the sun saved him from the darkness of his dreams.

That was until you. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d slept as good as he did with you next him. He felt more relaxed, his mind was quiet, he’d wake feeling rested and ready for the day.

There were times when a nightmare would crawl out from the depths at which they lay dormant for months, trying to ambush Javier when he’d least expect them. Those nights he’d wake in your arms, your voice pulling him into safety, reassuring him that you were with him and he was okay.

“What can I do to help?” Brushing a few of his loose strands of hair out of his face.

“I don’t even know. Feel like I’ve tried most of my usual things so far.”

“Most?? Is there something else that might help?”

He thinks back to his nights in Colombia, when he needed to sleep just a few hours so he could get through the next day.

“I don’t know Cariño, it’s late and—.”

“Humor me Javi— You’ve got to get some sleep. Especially if you don’t want Chucho to give you shit, he worries about you when you show up looking like you haven’t slept in days.”

“In Colombia, I had a few things that helped, but don’t know if they would do me any good now.”

You give him a look, encouraging him to continue to share his thoughts.

“Smoking— helped me relax, took the edge off of those long shitty days.” His skin tingles at the thought of the nicotine pulling through the his lips.

“Hm… Javi, I know it’s been awhile, but if you need to— y-you can if it will help.”

“No, no I don’t need it.” He shakes his head, seeing the worry in your eyes.

Javier had quit smoking. You had never pressured him to do so, but when he had mentioned it was something he wanted to finally stop, you were there to support him through it. He hadn’t touched a cigarette for 4 months and wasn’t about to just for a night of sleep.

“What else might help you?” Tilting your head to the side as you wait for him to share, your fingers continue to card through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp.

“A drink or two, but it’s too goddamn late for whiskey— I’m not that young anymore. Pops would give me shit for working with a fuckin’ hangover.” You laugh in agreement.

“Well, smoking and drinking are out of the equation. So that leaves….” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip trying to hide your smirk, knowing exactly what that left— sex.

You knew about the brothels, the women he’d pay for information and doubled as a late night release, every bit of his past was no secret to you. And you never held any of it against him ever, it’s now just a part of who he use to be— judgement wasn’t something you ever gave him.

He doesn’t even have to say a single thing before you’re leaning forward, capturing his lips with your own.

You place your hands on his shoulders, pushing into the kiss as you slowly push him back into the chair, fervently crawling into his lap so you could straddle him.

His hands instinctively grab your hips as you deliberately grind down on to him.

“C-Cariño, you don’t have to. It-it’s late-fuck-it’s late…”

He can feel your unclothed sex through his thin boxers, which are now damp from your dripping arousal and his pre-cum mixing together. His body’s reaction is desirous and eager, he’s hard as your movements continue at a steady pace.

“Mmm. I want to, especially if it means my husband will be asleep in bed with me after—ooh— I want to make you feel good my love.”

You’re body craving more, breathless as your hand drifts down under his waistband, your fingers gliding over his taut warm skin. Kissing him again as you remove his hardened length from his boxers, sliding the tip of it through your soaked folds.

Javier looks down as you slowly begin to sink down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch, unhurried in your efforts which has his nerve endings firing off instantaneously.

“Fuck!” His hands working hastily to remove your shirt, the slightest bounce of your breasts as your naked form begins to move in up and downward motions.

A groan barrels from his chest at the sight of you, an ethereal vision lost in effortless pleasure. Your eyes closed, blissed out at the feeling of his cock hitting every little sweet spot.

“Oh Fuck— Javier!” His name nearly a whimper as it floats through the air.

One hand still steadily gripping his shoulder for support and the other now holding your breast, kneading its weight. Each calculated squeeze and gentle rolling of your nipple, is a building sensation that sends a ripple of lust surging through your body.

“Javi— ah— I’m so close… I’m—“ He can feel you squeezing him, a fierce grip on his length, prompting him grab on to your hips tighter as he thrusts up into you.

“I’m not— shit— gonna last much longer—“ His voice shaky as he groans, trying to warn you. “T-touch yourself baby.”

You nod at his direction, a hand snaking down between where you’re both melding together, swiping your fingers through the slick gathering at the base of Javier’s cock.

It’s blinding the instant your fingers glid over your sensitive clit, swollen and needy, each circular motion of your fingers edging you closer and closer.

Your thighs are trembling, Javier pulling you down to him, his thrusts now faster and deeper. Your mouths fusing together, a tangled mess of licking and sucking, shared moans and staggered breaths.

Before you can even start your warning of coming, your body tenses as your orgasm explodes through your body. It dances about in a slow succession of pulses, each one pulling Javier in further, triggering his own release.

“God— J-Javier I love you!”

He pulls your body tight against his, fingers digging into your dewy skin as he spills into you.

“Fuck! I l-love you, Amor!”

*

You’re both not sure how much time passes as still lay draped over Javier. His fingers delicately stroking the length of your spine, your breathing evened little puffs against his neck.

“Javier, if you keep doing that I’m going to fall asleep right here.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

“That’s the plan Cariño.”

The leather sticks to you as you shift your tired legs, adjusting your body up so you’re hovering slightly over where he’s still laying back on the chair.

He looks relaxed— eyes looking sleepy, heavy slow blinks as he looks at you.

His hand settles on the back of your neck and pulls you in until lips meet in a soft drowsy kiss.

“Let’s go to bed Cariño.”

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[noisynaia]

Dreaming of You - Chapter five

Chapter title: I Get High On Your Memory

summary: An otherwise depressing night takes a turn when a pair of warm brown eyes belonging to a charming stranger lock with yours. Years later, at a different time of your life, a certain pair of brown eyes find their way back into your life.

word count: 3.9k 

rating: E

pairing: Javier Peña x afab!reader 

note: I'm sorry It took way longer to come out with this chapter than I had planned. I already have a good chunk of the next chapter written so hopefully there won't go so long between chapters again, but I am so happy to be back at it again. No use of (y/n). This has not been beta nor proof read and English is not my native language.

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…I get high on the memory that you sent through me

I get high remembering how good you feel

I deliberately think of you

And every little thing you do

I get aroused, high on the cloud whenever I want you…

Javier’s thoughts are all over the place as he leaves the bookstore. Of all the women his dad could have been talking about when he said that a woman working in the little charity bookstore on Main Street had mentioned that she had met him he would never have guessed that it was going to be you. He is a little surprised that you even remember him, but he can’t help but feel glad that you do, cause he sure hasn’t forgotten you.

He actually remembers you better than he probably should. He had gotten himself off to the memory of you multiple times after your night together. It had been a good night, and there was no doubt that he found you very attractive, but there was something more to it, something about that short encounter with you back in 92’ that had stuck with him. There was just something about that night with you that had been different, maybe it was because he had just been Javi that night. He had been agent Peña for so long at that point… 

And now you live here in Laredo, married to Bruce fucking Price of all people, looking just as beautiful as he remembers you. Javier doesn’t know what to think about all this, or if he even should think anything about it. He doesn’t actually know you, after all.

 He knows Bruce Price though. He went to school with him. They had never been close, ran in different crowds, but they had been on friendly enough terms. Javier shakes his head, pulling out a cigarette and his lighter, placing the cigarette between his lips. It’s too fucking early but he suddenly feels desperate for a drink. He sighs at himself before cupping his hand around the unlit cigarette, flicking his lighter as he sucks fire into the tobacco, letting the smoke escape through his nose with a deep sigh.  

---

You roll into your driveway a little after noon, your shifts at the store are never long. You are still feeling a little shell-shocked by the encounter with Javier this morning. You don’t know how you’re feeling, or even how you should be feeling so you decide to try and not think about him, even though it is difficult. You lock your car and rush inside, it’s boiling outside and you could use something cold to drink. You pour yourself a tall glass of lemonade from the fridge before going outside to the backyard patio, to drink your lemonade and smoke, the book you’re currently reading tucked under your arm. Bailey follows you and lays down at your feet. You smile at her, and she soon starts to snore softly, the heat always tiring her out. 

You start reading, but you have a hard time concentrating, you keep reading the same paragraphs over and over and your book is soon discharged. You instead look out over your backyard, you had no prior experience with gardening but you are proud of the few things you have managed to plant. Your eyes land on the tall sunflowers that are gently nodding their big, yellow flowerheads in the mild wind. They are your pride and glory and the first thing you knew you wanted to plant when you moved into the house. You have always loved sunflowers, but now all they do is remind you of Javier again.      

You sigh as you ash your cigarette, so deeply lost in your thoughts that you don’t hear the car pulling up in your driveway or the front door opening. You jump a little in your seat as you are being pulled out of your daze by Bruce’s voice as he steps out on the patio. It is way too early for him to be home, he is usually earliest back around five or six in the afternoon, often first coming back home way later, you get worried that something has happened, but he doesn’t look distressed in the slightest.

“Hey, honey.” He says as he walks over to you, planting a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Hi, you’re home early.” You say, looking up at your husband. 

“Yeah, but I will have to go back to the office again. We are having some problems with some of the associates in London, so I will have to stay late tonight. I will probably first come home after you have gone to bed, so I thought I would come home and have lunch with you, you haven’t eaten yet have you?” 

“Oh…” You are sad to hear that he has problems at work and that he has to stay late in the office, but it is not unusual, your husband seems to be constantly busy with work. “You should have called before you left, I could have gotten something ready for us.” You say, but he just shakes his head.

“Nah, I wanted to surprise you, besides I picked something up on the way, your favorite.” 

You smile up at him, it is moments like this that you remind yourself that your life here in Laredo isn’t all that bad. “Sounds good.” You tell him with a smile. 

“Come on, let’s eat, I have about an hour before I’ll need to drive back.” He says, reaching out his hand for you to help you up from the patio floor. 

You are soon sitting around the dinner table, takeout boxes between the two of you as you eat your lunch. 

“How’s your day been?” Bruce asks you as he pours himself some water. 

“Oh, you know, uneventful like always.” You say, feeling a knot in your stomach, your day has not been as uneventful as always, you are once again reminded of your meeting with Javier, but you act like nothing. It should not have been an eventful meeting, it is only your silly mind that makes it into a bigger deal than it is. 

“I feel like that is always what you answer.” Bruce says as he sets his water down.

“Well, my days just happen to be uneventful, what do you want me to say?” You say it casually, but you suddenly feel defensive, he knows that you don’t have much going on here, and you really don’t know how he expects you to give him a different answer with how your life is, he is the one who always shuts the idea of you getting a ‘real’ job down. You know that your life isn’t exciting, you are the one living it after all. You don’t want to admit it to him but you are bored, but most of all, you are lonely. It is something you are often trying to hide from him, but it is something that you are feeling on a daily basis. You don’t get to see your husband much and you don’t have any friends here, still the outsider.    

It is scary how slowly time passes when you’re feeling lonely. It feels like all you do these days, besides your few hours at the bookstore and your daily walks with Bailey, is sit at home, reading or listening to music, waiting for Bruce to come back home while you smoke too many cigarettes just to try to keep the dark, gloomy feeling of loneliness at bay but with little success.

This hour with him, which should be a nice little moment together, somehow managed to be twisted into you feeling sad again. You know that he didn’t have any bad intentions when he said what he said, but his words still manage to hurt you. That's the thing with Bruce, he will say things that hurt you, but then you will feel bad for feeling hurt because you know that he never means to hurt you on purpose.   

“I don’t know…” He just says, before strategically filling his mouth with food, so as to not have to come up with a better answer. 

The two of you continue eating in silence for a while after this. You hate how quickly the mood has changed, you are still feeling sad and slightly hurt but you try to push through, forcing a smile on your face.

“At least lunch was a nice surprise.”  You break the silence. Bruce smiles immediately at your words like the tension from before had never happened.  

“I’m glad.” He says, extending his hand over the table for you to take. You sigh mentally, but you take his hand nevertheless, trying your best to smile back at him. 

“Listen, I promise that I’ll get home early tomorrow, and then I’m taking you out to dinner and we will have a lovely evening, okay?” He says as he gives your hand a little squeeze. 

“Okay.” You say. That actually sounds really nice, and now you are back to feeling bad for getting upset. “I just… I just feel lonely, that’s all.” You admit, feeling the familiar sting in your eyes that warns that tears are pressing on, you hate how weak your voice is as you say this, but it feels so good to finally say it out loud, a few tears falling from your eyes.

He squeezes your hand again. “It looks like I will have to fly over to get this problem fixed, that was actually what I wanted to tell you over lunch, but I promise that I will try and be home more after I come back again, okay?” 

“Okay.” You say, a little sad that he has to leave you again so soon after you have admitted to feeling lonely, but you also know that it is his job and even though he surely could get someone else to do it he’d rather do it himself. You will take what you can get.  

---

Javier removes his dusty boots before stepping through the screen door and into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, which he quickly downs, setting the now empty glass down on the counter before walking into the living room. He throws himself down into one of the comfy armchairs with a sigh, rubbing his hands over his face before fishing out his lighter from his pocket, he absentmindedly starts to click it on and off, the little orange flame disappearing and reappearing again and again. He has just finished his work on the ranch for the day, feeling tired and worn out.  

He is alone in the house, Chucho left in the morning for an overnight fishing trip with some of his old fishing buddies. It is weird, Javier has never had a problem with being alone before, but Colombia must have changed him. The ranch house feels too big when it’s just him–nothing to distract him from his own thoughts now that the work for the day is done. 

Now his thoughts get to run wild, and since he saw and talked to you yesterday, they keep coming back to you. His thoughts keep circling back to your night together. The memory of how sweet and peaceful you had looked when he had walked back into your bedroom and found you already asleep after you had slept together. He remembers how badly he had wanted to crawl into the bed and lay down next to you and let sleep overtake him too. 

He had not done that though, instead, he had sneaked out, leaving you without even as much as a goodbye, it was not because you didn’t deserve a goodbye—because you definitely did. It was just that he didn’t have it in him. That night with you had just been a little too good, he had enjoyed your conversations a little too much. He would be back on a flight to Colombia only a week later, and he would be agent Peña again, and the Javi he had been with you would be gone again.

So he had just left, picked up his clothes from the floor, and got dressed, but not before he had picked up your discarded dress from the floor too. He had neatly folded the delicate fabric and placed it on the little table next to your dresser. He was leaving your apartment to become a faint memory to you, but for some reason, he wasn’t able to do the same with you. 

You kept tormenting his mind. He had figured that it must stem from the fact that he just had walked out without saying goodbye. Javier might have a reputation as a libertine skirt chaser, and that might also be true, but he was raised better than to leave in the middle of the night like that.     

Javier doesn’t think he has given anyone flowers since he was a kid and gave his mother flowers on Mother’s Day unless you count a corsage at prom, but he had suddenly gotten this urge to send you some, and when he had seen the bouquet of bright, beautiful sunflowers as he had walked by a flower shop, he just knew that he had to get them for you. You had not deserved some pendejo like him walking out on you like that, and if it could help him feel like not as big of an asshole as he usually feels that would be nice too, but most of all he had just wanted to thank you for the nice night you had had together. At the time it had been a long time since he had had a night so pleasant and carefree, and he honestly doesn’t think he has had one since.  

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, he needs a distraction. In Colombia, he would have gotten himself laid, but he ain’t gonna do that here. Instead he gets up and walks to the phone, dialing Alvaro’s number to hear if wants to meet him for a drink at El Toro instead.       

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You are met with the cool night air as you step out of the restaurant. Bruce takes your hand in his and you begin to walk down the sidewalk. He had parked the car a few blocks down the street, so you start walking hand in hand. The temperature has dropped from when you left home and the knee-length slip dress you’re wearing is not doing much to warm you, and a cold shiver runs over your arms. You would love it if Bruce would put his blazer around your shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to realize that you are cold, and you, for some reason, don’t ask him for the jacket, even though you know that he would give it to you if you did. 

You wrap your free arm around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself without making it too obvious that you’re cold. If you had been a little smarter you would have brought a cardigan or a jacket, but it had been so hot earlier when you got ready that you hadn’t even given it a thought. Bruce begins to talk about his upcoming business trip to London, but you aren’t really listening, more focused on the sound of your heels clicking on the concrete as you try to pick up your pace to make the trip to the car go by faster, but with little luck as Bruce doesn’t seem to be in a hurry at all. 

You keep your gaze fixated on the pavement, Bruce’s words going in through one ear and out the other as you get lost in your own thoughts. You feel a little bad that you aren’t listening to him, but you are tired, and most of what he is saying is just a repetition from your dinner conversation anyway. You had really looked forward to this dinner, Bruce had made it sound like it would be a type of apology for so often working late and to make you feel better after confessing that you are feeling lonely here in Laredo, but it had not been like you had hoped. He had kept talking about work no matter how hard you had tried to turn the conversation in another direction.      

Your eyes focus more on the cracks and crevices in the concrete than anything else until you hear a man’s voice calling out a little further down the pavement, making you look up. You immediately recognize the man as Alvaro, one of Bruce’s old friends; they used to play soccer together back in high school. 

You like Alvaro, he’s definitely one of Bruce’s friends you like best, but it is his companion that catches your eye. Wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and the same burnt umber leather jacket as he had back when you first met him, Javier…

“Price! What a pleasant surprise.” Alvaro exclaims, a smile spreading on his lips as you and Bruce approach. “And Mrs.” He adds, offering you a warm smile as you and Bruce now have reached them. You smile back, trying to look as normal as possible but your heart is suddenly feeling like it is going at a hundred miles a second. 

Your stomach drops as Javier’s eyes meet yours and you feel how your grip on Bruce’s hand loosens and you, without even thinking about it, step a little away from your husband as you let your hand slip out of his, letting you wrap your arms around yourself. 

“Long time no see.” Bruce says, clapping Alvaro on the upper arm companionably before turning to Javier. “And Peña! Thought I heard something about you coming back, it’s good to see you, man.” 

Javier tears his eyes away from you to look at Bruce. You remember how Javier had asked you to say hi to Bruce for him, but you hadn’t done it. It felt too weird to mention Javier to Bruce. 

“Yeah, you too.” Javier gives him a tight-lipped smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes.             

Bruce places a hand on your back, gesturing to you with the other to introduce you to the man. “This is my wife.” He says with a proud smile on his face, but you don’t see it, you are way too dumbstruck at the moment, the feeling of Bruce’s hand on your back while Javier stands in front of you feels weird, a nauseous feeling of guilt spreading in your chest and stomach. You have not done anything wrong, but the dream you had about Javier last week is gnawing at you. You know that you can’t control your dreams but you can’t help but feel guilty, the memory of Javier’s touch is like an intrusive thought that has been plaguing you since he had come back into your memory.          

Bruce tells Javier your name, not aware that the other man already knows it. “This is Javier, we went to school together.” Bruce tells you, and Javier’s gaze goes back to you, he extends his hands for you to shake, like the two of you are meeting for the very first time.   

“Nice to meet you.” He says, the deep baritone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine, it is like you are hit by an electric shock when his big, warm hand engulfs your smaller one. 

“You too.” You answer. You think you manage to sound somewhat normal despite feeling anything but. 

You let go of Javier’s hand, but the warm feeling of his touch lingers on your skin, your palm keeps tingling long after.  

“It’s actually perfect timing that we ran into you guys.” Alvaro says before ashing his cigarette. “I’m throwing a little party on the 22nd, you two should totally come!”    

“Ah, sorry man, sounds great, but I’ll be in England on the 22nd.” Bruce tells him, but you are only listening to their conversation with half an ear. It is first when you hear your name being spoken by Alvaro that you are being pulled out of the daze that Javier’s touch had sent you in.

“Sorry, I think I just got caught in my own thoughts there for a second.” You say, feeling a bit embarrassed, but Alvaro just smiles friendly at you.

“I just asked if you wouldn’t want to come anyway.”

You really appreciate Alvaro’s friendliness and attempt to make you feel welcome, but you still know you aren’t gonna come, he will probably be one of the few people you know, and the two of you are at most good acquaintances.     

“It sounds nice, but I-” You start but you are interrupted by Bruce. 

“That is a wonderful idea! You said you felt lonely right, this will be a good way to make some friends, right babe.” He says in a way too cheerful tone. You know that he means well, but you feel your stomach drop and embarrassment wash over you. You had told him about how you are feeling lonely in confidentiality and even though you know that it isn’t something to feel ashamed about you can’t help but feel embarrassed that Bruce just informed both Alvaro and Javier that you are feeling lonely and don’t have any friends… 

Both of the other men seem to sense discomfort. Alvaro gives you a compassionate look in a way that expresses that it is more from Bruce’s clumsy words than the fact that you don’t have any friends here, and you are very thankful for that. Javier, on the other hand, sends Bruce a somber look, which your husband seems to miss entirely. 

“Well, you don’t have to decide now but it would be nice if you came. I promise that there will be cooler people there than us two knuckleheads.” Alvaro says to you, pointing between himself and Javier at the last part. This finally makes you smile. 

“I’ll think about it.” You promise him, smiling at Alvaro before stealing another glance at Javier. So he will be there, huh…    

“Great.” Bruce says, completely unaware of how he had made you feel. “ It was great to see you guys, but I have to go to the office early tomorrow so we better get going.”

“Of course. We also can’t have your wife standing out here in the cold the whole night…” Javier says and you can’t help but notice how his strong jaw tenses.    

“No, you’re right.” Bruce says, looking a little startled before looking back at you, finally noticing how you’re shivering, quickly slipping off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders. 

“Thank you.” You mumble to him, but your thanks goes more to Javier than your husband. 

“Don’t mention it babe.” Bruce smiles at you, unaware of the stern look Javier is sending him. Bruce bids the two men goodbye before placing his hand on the small of your back, leading you down the sidewalk, you sneak one last glance back over your shoulder, your eyes locking with Javier’s before you finally reach Bruce’s car and he disappears into the bar with Alvaro.

…High from the feeling you give me (high from the feeling you give me)

Even though you're not with me (though you're not with me)

Together, we made a memory (together, we made a memory)

What's wrong with a touch of ecstasy?...

I Get High, Freda Payne

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[prolix-yuy]

My lovely @scorpio-marionette, you are kicking off one of the most entertaining positions this wheel spinner gave us - the Honey Bear! I googled it before and found an explanation but now it's apparently scrubbed from the internet, so you'll have to leave it up to imagination for this one. And maybe an unlikely pick, but I think you'll enjoy where this goes.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Position: Honey Bear

Word Count: 1043

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), rimming (m receiving), prostitution, allusion to sex toys.

Notes: There are some boys that fit the Honey Bear position perfectly (and we'll see them soon enough!) but I wanted a challenge and boy, did it ruin me in the best way.

He only comes to you when he needs something special.

The other girls know what he wants - deep, connected fucking, all hands and mouths and breath panted over skin. He’ll fuck them through their orgasms, denying his own until he’s satisfied that they’ll remember his name. He’s giving, they whisper when a new girl catches his eye, and very good. Could have any woman outside the brothels but DEA makes things tough for him. Give him everything he wants and he’ll make you see stars.

And he does. He gives and takes and leaves everyone in his wake satisfied. Maybe a little sadder to know Javier Peña found solace in them when he can find it nowhere else. 

But none of them know him like you do, because he only comes to you when he needs more.

He’s at your door tonight, halfway through a fresh pack of cigarettes and entering quickly. It’s not a secret that he sees you. No one knows what you do behind closed doors. It’s more of a habit. By the time he’s on your doorstep he’s frayed every last rope he’s holding, and needs to let go. You won’t make him wait.

It starts with a shower. You lead him under the hot spray and massage your fingers into the knots in his shoulders, the stiffness in his back. Soaping your hands, you wash him head to toe, scratching through his hair and tugging at the strands to begin emptying his thoughts. He’s pliant by the end, the darkness receding around the edges. 

Then, you bring him to your bed, spread him out and prop him up. He lets you fawn over him, tucking a pillow under his hips and fluffing the ones supporting his head. His fingertips trail over your skin, caressing as you settle on his lap. His cock fills against your softness, hips rolling instinctively. Pleasure is second nature to him, but you coax him to close his eyes. The hypnotic paths of your lips and fingers even out his breathing, kneading at the base of his skull to relieve the tension. Your lips wrap around one of his nipples and gently suck, eliciting a weak gasp. You know it’s time when he writhes without self-consciousness beneath you.

Dragging down his body, a mottling of kisses to follow, you settle between his spread knees. His cock is thick between his legs, flushed a pretty mauve and leaking. Scratching your nails lightly through the wiry hair, you catch him fisting at the sheets.

“Relax,” you murmur, hands sliding up his thighs to slot behind his knees. His hips cant up a fraction, making you smile. He’s always neediest just before you begin. 

Sliding down, you lift his legs to drape over your shoulders, wiry hairs tickling your back. You lean forward enough to fold his legs toward his chest, baring himself to you with all the vulnerability he cannot offer to anyone outside this room. Only you. 

The wet stripe of your tongue begins on his cock, laving the underside from the base to the tip. He shudders and moans, one shaky hand coming up to stroke the top of your head. It’s a barely-there touch that makes you smile against his velvet skin. 

“That good, baby?” you ask, an agreeing groan following. Spitting into your palm you stroke along his length, paying special attention to the ridge of his head and squeezing briefly at the base of his cock. His hips twitch up at your pace, breath starting to quicken. 

Mouth moving lower, you gently take one of his balls into your mouth, a wide lick over the underside and soft suck punching some choice curses out of his pretty lips. They tighten between your lips, a little additional attention given to the other before you move to your true destination.

This is why Javi comes to you. The first time you did this for him he came all over his chest with a shout, wide-eyed and red-faced. The next time, he asked you for it with a stammer and clenched jaw. Now, he lays splayed before you begging for it.

You take a moment to appreciate his sweet pink hole, fluttering under your attention. Spitting on it, you admire how it glistens in the dim light of your room. The first touch clamps his body around you, the barest of licks to prepare him for what’s to come. Once he’s relaxed again you lap generously, soft and wet to relax his hole for you. Sometimes you suck ever so slightly and the whine he lets out goes straight to your clit. 

When he begins pushing back against your tongue you mouth harder, pointed pressure traveling from behind his balls to prod hard enough to make him gasp and groan. You let your tongue breach the tight muscle, swirling and stretching him enough to make his breath come in staccato pants. All the while your other hand lazily strokes his throbbing cock, precum dripping down your wrist. 

“Do you want a toy?” you ask, rewarded with shaking thighs.

“Just this, right now,” Javi grits out, and you return to fucking him with your tongue, speeding up your strokes along his cock. He quakes around you, rocking his hips as you messily lick up and down, spit slicking your chin and dripping down his asscheeks. He’s riding your face earnestly now, stomach tightening, sweat sheening on his skin, lost to the world with only bliss on his mind.

He cums thick ropes for you, splattering on his stomach as you press your thumb to his asshole to prolong his pleasure. Once his hips stop snapping into the air he falls weakly back to the bed, chest heaving. You wipe him down with a warm washcloth, taking a moment to brush your teeth before returning to him. He motions for you to lay beside him, and gathers you in his arms with  his nose pressed into the crown of your head. You let him ease for many long minutes. The clock doesn’t mean much with the two of you.

“What are you thinking about, Javi?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he answers, the slow drawl coaxing you further into his body.

That’s what he comes to you for.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

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[supernaturalgirl20]

Sex Pollen

Pairings: Javier Pena x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), cursing, mentions of drugs.

Javier knew something wasn’t right. He could feel it crawling under his skin. Running through his veins. And the only clear thought in his head was to get to you. His body fucking craved you.

He stumbles his way to your apartment and when he finally knocks on your door he’s painfully hard. Adjusting himself with the palm of his hand he pounces on you the minute you open it.

“Javi…..what the….”

His lips cut you off as he molds his to your own, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip. When you open your mouth his tongue tangles with yours and then you gasp as your back hits the wall. His hands are everywhere. Pulling and pawing as he tries to push the strings of your top down over your shoulders.

He’s always needy but this is something else. He grinds his hips against you and you can feel him hard beneath his denim trousers. “Need you, hermosa,” he breathes out wanton and needy as he pulls back slightly, removing his leather jacket and throwing it into the ground.

“Javi, what’s gotten into you?” His eyes meet yours and you can see them blown wide with lust. “I just need you….so fucking badly, wanna fuck you so hard…need to be inside you, hermosa.”

His lips are on you again devouring you as his hands skim along your curves, sliding down over your hips and yanking down your shorts. He groans loudly when he finds you bare beneath them and without warning he’s on his knees with your leg thrown over his shoulder and his face buried into your aching cunt.

Your body shudders at the feel of his tongue lapping at your folds and you pray your legs won’t give out as pleasure builds deep inside you. “Javi….oh god….fuck….”

You move your hand towards his head and thread your fingers through his hair. He growls into your cunt and you come with a cry of his name.

Before you have a chance to calm your racing heart he’s on his feet again lifting you up by your thighs and carrying you towards the couch. “Javi….baby….your burning up,” you say slightly worried as sweat drips down over his nose.

“Think I…fuck I think they drugged me….some kind of…fuck…something that makes me so fucking horny…need to be inside you now, hermosa,” he says almost like a question but before you can answer, your back hits the couch and he’s buried his thick cock inside you. “Mierda! So goddamn tight…always so tight…fuck, never gonna have enough of you.”

His hips fuck into you over and over, his hand gripping your hip tight as he grunts loudly into the skin of your neck. “Oh Javi….”

His teeth graze your skin before sinking into it as he comes hard, a bruising grip on your hips. “Fuck,” he curses and you pull him off you so you can get a better look at him. “Are you ok?”

“I’m still fucking hard as a rock.” He pulls out of you not caring that his come is dripping down onto the floor as he reaches his hand out towards you. “Gonna fuck you from behind now, hermosa. Need a bed.”

***

You can barely breath as your face gets pushed further into the bed. Javi has his hand gripping your hair tight as he fucks you from behind. A shiver runs along your spine as you come again having long lost track of how many times you've come since he arrived at your door.

You don’t think your body can take much more and he’s still hard. Whatever they drugged him with was lasting and you wonder silently when it will wear off.

His head falls onto your shoulders as he comes again, his lips peppering kisses along your skin. “I think…I think it’s beginning to wear off, hermosa.”

“Can we take it a little slower this time?” You ask over your shoulder and he nods his head slowly as he pulls out of you and moves up towards the headboard. He pats his thighs, “want you to ride me, hermosa. Take me at your own pace.”

It aches between your thighs and you're a little overstimulated but you’ll do anything for Javi, for the man you’ve fallen hopelessly in love with. If this is what it takes to work that shit out of his system then so be it.

Straddling his waist you grab his cock lining it up before slowly sinking down onto him. Oh! His hands grip your hips as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. Sitting up he pulls your nipple into his mouth as he grabs you tight, pushing you down onto him.

“Oh fuck…Javi….I’m gonna..”

“That’s it baby…come on my cock. Want to feel you soak me again.”

“Fuck oh fuck.”

You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenches around him - his trusts becoming erratic- sending him over the edge.

He comes hard coating your walls with a cry of your name. He brushes hair off your face and captures your lips in a soft kiss before laying back - pulling you with him. His now soft cock slips out of you and you nestle into his side.

“I’m sorry hermosa…I just….”

You reach up and kiss him softly, quietening him with your lips. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat Javi. You should know that by now.”

His eyes bore into yours as he rubs circles into your cheek with his thumb. He leans down and kisses you passionately before pulling away with a kiss to your forehead. “I do. I know.”

His fingers run along your back as you snuggle in closer to him. “And you know I lo…”

“I know,” you say titling your head up towards him, his eyes meeting yours. “You never had to say it Javi. I always knew.”

“Te amo, mi amor,” he breaths out as he kisses you softly one last time before sleep consumes you both.

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[in-for-a-pennyx]

Kinktober 2022: October 6th

Day 6: Prostitution/Sex work

Javier Peña x F!Reader x Gabriella

A/n: This really kicked my ass. I had the idea so clearly in my head but struggled so much in executing it. I'm not happy with it but I've been writing this for like 5 days now and I'm so anal that I can't get ahead with other days if I don't post this. So here it is. I'm suffering and now you'll have to, too! Not beta read. In this house we respect sex work and sex workers.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1.5k

Content: M/F/F dynamics, bisexual reader, sex work/prostitution, use of spanish, sexual situations.

|| Prompts by @absurdthirst ||

This is only for anyone 18+ years of age, minors - please do not interact. Only proceed if you're over 18 and have read and understood the content and rating.

“Javi… have you seen Gabriela lately?” you’d asked tentatively one day. Javier had mistaken your tentative tone as accusatory and got defensive. “I told you cariño, I haven’t seen Gabriela or anyone else since we started seeing each other. Where is this coming from?”

To be honest, you hadn’t thought about what you would say next. You’d had a few (many) conversations with yourself and concluded that you were attracted to women as well as men. Well, you were curious enough about it anyway. You’d never slept with a woman let alone kiss one. You’d never been brave enough and none of the other men you’d been with felt safe enough to share your secrets with. But Javi’s different. You feel safe with him. You trust him. 

You didn’t dare to go pick up someone in a bar. What would you even say? Bogotá was a big city but for you and Javi, it was a small one. You were well aware there were eyes on him and you didn’t want to do anything to compromise him. You remembered then he had talked about one of his working girls, how she had comforted him after Carrillo’s brutal warning to Escobar. You hoped it would be less awkward with someone who… someone who knew what was happening. 

This is how you and Javi end up at Gabriela’s door one balmy night. Javi had understandably hesitated at first, but he’s nothing if not open to reason and negotiation. And he is a giver, he cared deeply about you and your needs. If this is what you wanted, he’d do it for you. 

He softly knocks on the door in the way he used to and Gaby opens the door after a moment. 

Gaby remembers the time Javi burst in through her door a long time ago with a quiet hello and an urgent kiss. She smirks at the memory but knows better than to say anything. That was the night that started an unfortunate series of events.

While Gaby is sizing you up, you can see why Javi liked her. She was pretty, her face almost feline and a crop of fiery red hair on her head. She had a mouth that could be a smirk or a smile and you’d want either to be directed toward you. She looked like she understood. What - you don’t know. But you’re sure she did. For a profession that probably needed her to fake it a lot of time, there was a genuine softness on her face. And God did Javi need softness. In a way you were thankful – she let him seek solace in her when he needed it.

Excitement bubbles up in your chest as Gaby invites you both inside. Her room is spacious and awash in the soft glow of a corner lamp. You can see her bed from where you’re standing and it sends another shot of adrenaline through your veins. You’re about to do this, you’re really fucking about to do this. 

Javi introduces you both to each other and you mumble a quiet hello, afraid your voice will betray you if you say anything else. A beat of awkward silence passes and Javi makes to leave when you feel a jolt of panic, feeling as if you’re being dropped off at fucking college for the first time. “No, wait!” you almost shout, grabbing his arm. Your voice comes out high-pitched and Javi's eyes are full of concern when he looks at you. 

You quickly decide that while this is something that you wanted for yourself, you also don’t want Javi to leave. You want him too.

“Stay, please. If you like. If you can” He looks at you and then looks at Gaby, who has a neutral expression on her face. Neither of you would ever impose on her, it doesn't matter if you’re paying her. Javi asks Gaby if it's alright for him to stay, he understands if that crosses a boundary and you agree, you’ll leave if Gaby isn’t comfortable. 

Instead of answering, Gaby gets up from the sofa chair she was sitting on and saunters towards both of you, slotting herself in the middle. Something changes in the air and inside you at that moment. You want Gaby to come closer, you want Javi to come closer. The overwhelming urge to feel them both makes you tremble and you take a shallow breath, afraid to break this trance.

 Gaby holds Javi’s hand and leans in towards you at the same time, her lips almost brushing yours as she susurrates “Bueno. ¿Puedo besarte o qué?” Her warm breath washes over you and you drown in the haze of her perfume, not knowing when you turn your head slightly so your lips brush against hers. 

It’s like a spell has been cast on you. The world narrows down to Gaby’s lips on yours and Javi’s breath in your ear. Kissing Gaby is… different. She’s so soft - her lips like clouds of candy and her skin luxurious. You part your lips willingly and you welcome her in like an epiphany.

You want more – you want to know what she tastes like. Javi tasted like cigarettes, coffee, and the fading burn of the whiskey he slung back at his desk before leaving work. Gaby is cigarettes too but with the mint of the gum she chewed waiting for you and something caramel. The familiar burn of Javi’s mustache is missing and you glide your mouth against Gaby's with ease. You can’t get enough of her plush lips and talented tongue – each swipe of which is sending jolts of electricity through your body. 

Javi looks at you, mesmerised, a new feeling blooming in his chest. Gaby, ever the experienced professional, brings the hand she’s been holding to your neck, welcoming Javi in. Javi strokes your jaw softly and you draw in a sharp breath, gasping at the new sensation. You break your kiss with Gaby and look at him slightly dazed, his warm brown eyes full of revelation. You move in automatically to kiss him as if being controlled by invisible strings that are being fed by the sheer need to kiss and be kissed. 

Javi’s lips crash into yours and this is familiar. Muscle memory kicks in and you’re more confident now. You know what Javi likes.

 He likes to be kissed soft and bitten hard, he likes teeth that follow pliable lips and a tongue that isn’t shy and his breath to be stolen so he’s panting by the time you break apart. He kisses to commune and it’s never a short conversation.

You can feel Gaby nibbling at the soft spot under your jaw and running her hand down your spine and squeezing your hips while you’re kissing Javi and you feel like you’ll explode from so much touch. 

You’re breathless by the time you break apart from Javi. Gaby’s looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a hint of a smirk on her lips. "So now what do you think?" Gabby teases. 

You respond by pulling her towards you again and kissing her deeply, more confident this time. You can hear Javi’s gravelly chuckle from far away and you can’t believe your luck at being squashed in the middle of these two beautiful people. You want them both. You want Gaby’s soft hands and Javi’s hard hips, you want her teasing tongue and his ferocious fingers, you want her full breasts and his broad shoulders. You want everything they can give you. 

Gaby breaks away for a moment and leads you to her bed. You lock eyes with Javi and he gives you an encouraging nod. Desire is running thick in your veins, encouraged by Gaby’s hand in yours and Javi’s eyes on you. Gaby undresses you slowly, peeling off each item of clothing with perhaps more gentleness than usual. Each revealed part of your body receives an open-mouthed kiss, shooting waves of arousal through your body. She finally slips off your underwear and lays you on the bed. 

Gaby undresses herself, easing her underwear down her hips, and letting it fall down her legs. She steps out of it and stands fully naked in front of you, this total stranger. She’s giving you time to take it all in. You admire her every curve, her lean arms, her pebbled nipples that you want in your mouth, and finally the thatch of soft curls between her thighs that makes heat rise to your cheeks.

You look into her eyes as she climbs on top of you and ever so slowly lowers her body onto yours. Her plush breasts crush against yours and her thigh is pressed up deliciously against your soaking wet sex. Your body turns into a live wire at the contact and you suck in a sharp breath. Your mind is dizzy from how different her body feels compared to Javi’s, or any man for that matter. You can’t get enough of it. The planes of your bodies meld together seamlessly and you drown in the feeling. 

“Dime Javi, ¿qué la gusta?” Gaby purrs with hands exploring, legs – smooth and exposed – touching, bare flesh against bare flesh.

 “Tú, Gaby”, Javi concludes,  “I’m beginning to think she really likes you.”

END

Translation:

Bueno. ¿Puedo besarte o qué? - Well. Can I kiss you now or what?

Dime Javi, ¿qué la gusta? - Tell me Javi, what does she like?

Tú, Gaby - You, Gaby

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[talaok]

Okay so I’m thinking Pedro x Actress!reader where another famous guy/actor says in an interview that he has a crush on us which makes Pedro a bit jealous and then we all end up at the same event - maybe Pedro gets abit angsty with him but he’s super loving and affectionate toward us…

warnings: jelousy

a/n: it goes without saying that i apologize for the wait babe, i really loved this request 

It wasn't that he hated him, it was just that if anything were to happen to him he wouldn't be the one to cry, that's all...

and maybe he'd thought about punching that smug look off his face one... or twice... or every time the thought of him came up.

But it still wasn't hate

Hate is a strong word, and Pedro wasn't not one to throw it around easily, he was all for peace and love and everything but this guy... this guy was really pushing the limits

And what the actual fuck was he even doing here tonight?

"You're staring"

Your soft, amused voice pulled him out of his own thoughts, his eyes sliding to you

"I just don't get why he's here"

You stifled a laugh as you answered "The same reason why we are baby"

"he's not even nominated" he grumbled,

"neither am I" You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling his soft scruff graze your palm "It's not a big deal babe, he probably said my name just because it was the first one that popped into his mind" you shook your head "I bet it's not even true"

Yeah right

He would have believed that if you were anybody else, but you... fuck- it didn't take him even a second to fall in love and you expected him to believe that that guy didn't have a crush on you? He would have sooner begun believing that Mark Zuckerberg was one of those lizard guys.

You were everything anyone could have ever dreamed of, you were funny, so incredibly smart it made him feel like a fifth grader in comparison, and god you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen 

he knew what you did to men, he knew what you did to men because that's exactly what you did to him,

and he didn't even mind that much, he'd never been the jealous type, but the problem with Shawn wasn't that he liked you (because he clearly did), but it was that he had the audacity, the smugness to fucking say it out loud, to admit it in front of a camera for anyone to see, like the woman he was talking about didn't have a husband, like he wasn't her fucking husband.

"I saw him look at you before"

This time, you did let out a little snort

"what, how dares he?" you mocked him, laughing again as his face remained completely unamused "It's your big night babe, don't let this silly little thing ruin it, please"

But just then, just when he was finally starting to let go a little, the focus of all of his loathing appeared beside you

"I'm sorry to interrupt-"

Then fucking don't

"I just wanted to introduce myself" 

Shawn's eyes were only on you, as if he didn't even exist, as if your hands hadn't been on his cheeks but a moment prior

"I'm Shawn," he said, offering his hand to you "I'm... well, I'm a really big fan" he ended with a soft laugh, smiling in that charming way that surely made women all woozy

"Hi Shawn, it's a pleasure to meet you-"

As you shook his hand, Pedro was closing his into fists

This fucking guy-

"Hi pal"

Pedro's voice didn't sound even a little bit not completely pissed off

"I'm Pedro," he said "her husband"

The flicker of amusement that sparked behind his eyes made Pedro seriously ponder whether or not a little punch was that bad of an idea

"Oh, I didn't know you were married"

Andrew's eyes were back to you, and god it was taking all of Pedro not to grab him and throw him to the other side of the room

Just the fact that he was looking your way seemed too much, 

How dare he look at you, at his beautiful wife, at the love of his life?

It felt wrong, it was wrong, and it was making him furious

"I'm sure you didn't" Pedro grunted, taking a slow step closer to him "Shawn right?" he asked, even though he knew much too well who he was "What exactly are you doing here?" Pedro's eyes narrowed, his head tilting "I didn't notice your name in any of the nominations"

"baby" your soft warning was met with a soft smile from him, one that faded into a stoic/murderous gaze as soon as your husband's eyes were back on the man before him

"I'm just asking a question sweetheart, that's all"

Shawn seemed to accept Pedro's challenge in the blink of an eye

"I'm here with a friend, he's the one that got the nom"

Pedro nodded slowly, "ah. Right," he said, his hand going to your back and drawing gentle circles on it

He didn't miss the way Shawn followed the movement

"And why exactly are you talking to my wife Shawn?"

Now that, that seemed to take him aback a little, but he recovered quickly

"What?" he laughed "is no one allowed to talk to your wife without your permission or something?"

"Oh absolutely not, my wife can talk to whomever she wishes," Pedro spoke "I'm just not very fond of her talking to men that have openly admitted to liking her" he shrugged as if his eyes and voice weren't yelling murder 

You, in the meantime, were busy looking for the fastest way out of this place

"You've seen the video," Shawn said more like a statement

"I sure did" Your husband nodded "I especially liked the part where you described her as your "dream woman""

Shawn sighed loudly, shaking his head

"listen, man-"

"No, you listen, man" Pedro interrupted him "How 'bout you get the fuck away from me and my wife, mh?" he said more like a threat "How bout that?"

Shawn let out a loud breath before responding

"whatever man" he sighed, his eyes moving to you "It was nice to meet you y/n, maybe we can meet another time..." he glanced to the man on your right "when the guard dog isn't around"

"yeah" Pedro scoffed "Go fuck yourself, buddy"

You both stared at his back as he walked away, but after no more than two seconds, you couldn't help but let your lips pull into the smile you'd been holding this whole time

"that was a bit harsh"

Pedro only grinned as he brought you flash against him with his hands on your waist

"Like you haven't done worse" he smirked

Yeah... while Pedro wasn't usually jealous, you were... let's just say you were not exactly on the same wavelength

"you looked ready to kill him" you chuckled, wrapping your arms behind his neck

"mh" he hummed, ghosting your mouth "Who says I wasn't" he teased, his lips crashing with yours in a long, deep kiss that Pedro absolutely didn't wish for Shawn to be witnessing

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[whxtedreams]

When You're Sick

Summary: Drabbles about how they would look after you when you're sick/unwell.

Word Count: 3.5k

Tags: Fluff, comfort, they're just soft babies, I am sick while writing these, Javier being a soft jerk - he means well, Din doing his best, Frankie just being a soft bf, Joel is nothing but caring, sick!reader

Characters: Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Javier Peña

Joel Miller

Joel: How’s my baby girl doing? You: Honestly Joel, I have a killer headache and just want to go home. 

Joel frowns at the small screen in his hand before he looks down at the shirt he is ironing. He had planned on surprising you and taking you out to dinner tonight since Sarah was at a friend's house for the night but he quickly scraps that idea.

Joel: Come over after work  You: I just said I wasn’t feeling well… Joel: No funny business. Promise 

Joel spends the afternoon bringing every pillow and blanket he owns into the living room. He drags chairs from the dining room and drapes blankets over them, making a nice dark blanket fort in his living room. He digs around in the Christmas storage boxes in the garage until he finds battery operated warm fairy lights that Sarah begged him for one year. With a few grunts and mumbled swears, he manages to hang them on the chairs within the blanket fort, hoping you liked it and it wasn’t too bright. 

He checks his watch that Sarah fixed for his birthday last year and swears when he notices the time. 4:24pm, you’d be over any minute now. He scrambles around the living room making the last final touches. He rushes up to Sarah’s room and looks through her cupboard for her small candle collection. As he goes to grab a vanilla scented candle, he freezes as he remembers you mentioning that the heavy scents make your headaches worse. 

Okay – so no candles then. 

He’s taking the stairs two at a time when he hears your knock on his door, still not wanting to let yourself in even though he’s told you on multiple occasions that you’re more than welcome in his house. 

Joel opens the door after turning the last light off by the front door and his smile drops as he sees the pain behind your eyes. He takes hold of your hand and you sigh as you enter the dark house. 

He gently guides you into the living room and watches you as you take in the space he made for you, a small smile falling to his lips at your soft expression. Your arms are around him in an instant as his hand wraps around your shoulders, his other hand softly rubbing your head, hoping to ease a little of your pain. 

He lifts your head to look up at him when he feels the subtle shake in your chest as he hears you try to muffle a cry. “What’s wrong?” He quietly asks. 

“Nothing, my head just hurts and this is beautiful.” You reply as you turn your head to look over at the pillow fort, the soft warm glow illuminating the room from inside the blankets. 

“Come.” Joel offers as he detaches your hands from his waist and continues to guide you into the living room. He lifts a corner of a blanket and ushers you inside. He crouches at the entrance as you crawl in, taking in the small bowls of snacks and fruit carefully placed on the edge of the blankets and pillows. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll go get you some pain killers, and fresh popcorn, yeah?” He asks and you eagerly nod in agreement. 

On his return, he shoves the bowl inside before crawling in, thankful for the softness of the blankets on his old knees. You take an overly big handful of popcorn and shove it to your mouth, small crumbs falling into your lap. He hands you a bottle of water and the pills and you struggle to swallow the popcorn before you take the pain killers. 

“How’s your head?” Joel asks as he pushes your hair behind your ear. 

“Think it might end up being a migraine.” You sigh as you pull a blanket over your lap, the crumbs falling into the pillow beneath you. The father in him dusts it to the side without thought, years of cleaning up after Sarah subconsciously implanted into his brain. “Might take tomorrow off work.” You mumble as you lay down, nestling into the pillows. 

Joel huffs as he picks up the popcorn bowl and your hand shoots out from the blanket, tugging it back beside you. “Darlin, if it’s that bad, then let's forget about the popcorn, the snacks and the blanket fort and get you to bed.” 

You frown as you pull the blanket up to your chin and hum in protest. “No. This is nice, I don’t want to move.” You grumble. 

“You sure? I know it's comfortable but if it’s turning into a migraine, you should go lay down.” Joel offers as he leans on his elbow, his other hand slowly tracing your body over the blanket. 

You sigh at the touch and close your eyes, smiling. “Really, it’s nice and dark in here. You did a good job, it’s sweet. I just want to stay here with you.” You open your eyes and look up at him and his heart clenches in his chest.  “But I'll let you take me to bed if it gets worse, deal?” 

Joel’s fingers grip onto the blanket before he soothes the blanket on you. “Yeah, okay. But if I even see the slightest hint of it getting worse, I'm taking you straight to bed, no arguments.” He says in a false firm declaration. Knowing full well that you won't do anything you don't want to.

“Deal.” You say on an exhale as you hug the pillow under your head. 

Joel leans over and kisses your temple, soothing a hand over your hair and you sigh at the touch. 

Din Djarin

Din knows something is wrong when the cockpit is silent for more than a few hours. You had muttered that you were going to go lay down a mere six hours ago, and he didn’t think anything of it, thinking you just needed rest. 

When it hits hour eight, he descends the ladder in search of you. He finds you curled in on yourself in his bed. His bed. He stands there blinking at you for a moment before looking around in search of anything that could explain what was going on. Nothing.  

He says your name but you don't move an inch. He sighs before he wraps a gloved hand around your ankle, instantly making you recoil from his touch as your leg curls into your chest. 

Okay, so not asleep then. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Din asks as kindly as he can but he knows it came off harsh, he normally does. 

“Nothing. Leave me alone.” Your voice is distant and weak and he’s taken back by how you sound, not used to anything but your overly positive attitude. 

Din might get frustrated at how lively and energetic you are, but he definitely wouldn't trade it for anything. Your personality is what makes you who you are and he loves – no, tolerates it no matter how hard it is to keep up at times

Your sniffle brings him back to the moment and he tilts his head at the sound. He would have blamed it on his imagination but he hears it again. “You’re crying?” He asks.

“Din, I said leave me alone.” You snap and he raises his eyebrows under his helmet. 

He turns to leave, listening to your demand but he hears you sniffle again and he stops as he sighs, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He turns the lights off, sending the room into darkness. He takes armour off piece by piece, carefully placing them on the floor before he walks back to you in his flight suit. He takes a strip of cloth and leans over you, pressing the fabric in your hand. “Put this on.” He orders. 

It’s now you finally look over your shoulder and frown at his lack of usual Beskar. “Wha-” 

“I said put it on, cover your eyes.” He points at the cloth and you slowly nod. He watches as you tie it around your head and waits until you lay back down until he takes his helmet off. 

He crawls into the bunk behind you and tugs your back to his chest, a startled gasp coming from your mouth as he moves you. 

“What are-” 

“Have I done something to upset you?” He asks, worry laced in his unmodulated voice. His bare hand holds onto your stomach as he holds you close to him, your own hand covering his. 

You shake your head as you sniffle again. 

“Then why are you crying cyar'ika?” He pushes as his thumb lazily draws circles on your clothed stomach. 

You shrug in his arms and he slowly nods, his lips landing small kisses to your shoulder. “I don’t like it when you push me away.” He sighs into your neck. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He turns his hand from your stomach and holds your hand, squeezing it. “Talk to me cyar'ika. Please.” 

“I don’t know, I don’t know why I feel this way.” You almost choke on your words as you sniffle again and he squeezes your hand again. 

“That’s okay. We can lay here for as long as you need mesh’la.”   

And you do just that, until you turn in his arms and wrap your arms around him. Your head resting on his chest and you sigh contently.

“Feeling better?” He asks as he kisses the top of your head. 

“Sort of.” 

“Anything I can do to fix that?”

“Just hold me.” 

Frankie Morales

To say that he’s in a good mood would be an understatement. Why is Frankie in a good mood? Well, that’s easy, he knows you’re at home waiting for him when he gets home from work. As much as he hated that you were gone before he woke in the mornings, coming home to you made your difference in working hours that much better. 

You’ve been living together for an easy month now and that blissful honeymoon stage never seems to end, and frankly, he doesn’t think it will. 

His mood does however falter when he opens the front door and he doesn’t hear you. Normally there would be the smell of dinner or the sound of music but there’s nothing. Which he thinks is completely fine, just out of the ordinary. He calls your name, thinking maybe you’re in the backyard by the pool but he hears your grumble from the living room.

Okay… 

He cautiously enters the living room, his head peeking around the corner before the rest of his body. 

His happy mood completely vanishes at the sight of you gripping your stomach and taking deep breaths as you lay on the lounge. He rushes to the couch and kneels in front of you. He places his hand on your stomach as his other hand wipes the hair fallen on your face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, a frown settling on his face. 

“‘M fine.” you grumble and he shakes his head. He’s about to protest but you continue, “Just a bad period, ‘m fine.” You say before your breath falters, your hand gripping onto your own shirt. 

He sighs in relief, his forehead resting on yours as he begins to rub your lower stomach. He pushes himself from you and sits on his heels as he looks down at you. “Why didn’t you text me? I could have brought some stuff home?” He asks as he moves his hand to hold yours. 

“It’s okay.” You sigh as you sit up and his hands rests on your thighs as he looks up at you, his hands slowly running up and down your thighs. 

“Do you have everything you need? I can go to the supermarket, it’s no problem baby.”

You nod as you reach out and run a hand through his hair and he closes his eyes and sighs at the touch before snapping his eyes open and swatting your hand away with a playful frown. “Stop it – it’s supposed to be me looking after you.” He laughs as you roll your eyes. 

“Frankie–”

“Nope, you sit right there, Doctor Frankie will look after you.” He grins as he leans in to kiss your forehead before standing from the couch. 

“Babe–” 

“You’re stuck with me now, your fault for moving in.” He teases as he reaches to take your hands in his. “We can order in if you like? Chinese?” He offers and you nod with a smile. “Perfect! I’ll go get you a heat pack and some chocolate from my stash.”

Your head snaps to him as he moves to go into the kitchen. “You have a hidden chocolate stash?” Your words rushed and your jaw hangs open in shock. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He snickers as he enters the kitchen. He reaches for the back of the cupboard and takes out a box of cereal you hate and empty the chocolate onto the kitchen counter. 

“IS THERE CHOCOLATE IN THIS HOUSE YOU’RE NOT TELLING ME ABOUT?” you yell from the living room and it takes everything he has not to burst out laughing at your reaction. The exact reason he began hiding the chocolate when you moved in. 

He walks back in with the warm heat pack and block of chocolate and you snatch the bar from his hand. “I will tear this house apart Frankie.” You mutter as you open it and shove a whole row into your mouth. 

He falls into the couch beside you and smiles down at you as you moan at the taste, your eyes closing in bliss. He reaches around your shoulder and tugs you into his side and you willingly snuggle into him. He rests the heat pack on your stomach and you sigh at the feeling.

He finds it oddly amusing that your entire mood changes at the consumption of chocolate, that all the pain you were feeling vanishes. He knows that’s impossible, but it’s cute. He does however rub your stomach at every strained breath, trying to take your focus away from the cramps you felt. 

“Thank you.” You smile as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Anything for you baby.”

“Will you tell me where you hide the chocolate?”

“Oh, not a chance.”   

Javier Peña

Javier lifts his hand to knock on your apartment door for the fifth time. His foot taps on the carpet below him and he sighs in frustration as he hears no sign of movement inside. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” He mutters as he digs in his pocket for the space key you gave him; for emergencies only. He really didn’t want to walk into your apartment uninvited but he considers this an emergency.  

It’s been just shy of a week since you last showed up at work, just shy of a week since he last ran into you in the hallways of the apartment complex you shared.

He slowly pushes open the door, half expecting you to start yelling at him – but you don’t. 

He spots the pile of dirty dishes in the sink first and he instantly knows something is wrong since you’re always nagging him for leaving his empty coffee mugs on your desk at work, hating the mess he made just to annoy you. 

He spots the couch next, blankets and pillows left unattended with used tissues covering the floor. Gross. 

He moves to your bedroom door, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed as he looks at you in your bed. Your eyes are closed and your chest struggles on each inhale, the sound of your blocked nose filling the room. He almost laughs at that, hearing you snore – but then remembers that you’re actually sick. Great. 

Not wanting to disturb your sleep, he moves to leave. 

“Please tell me you’re here to put me out of my misery.” You groan as you sit up, wiping the snot dripping down from your nose. 

He scrunches his nose at the sight, ignoring the way he wants to rush to get you a tissue. 

“Your place is a mess.” He says instead as he looks down at the sea of tissues both in your bed and the floor and instantly feels guilty as you start coughing, your hand clutching at your chest. 

He frowns then, wanting to rush to your aid but he doesn’t. His feet feel as if they’re concreted to the ground, not allowing him to set foot in your bedroom. 

“You’re welcome to clean up if it bothers you, because I ain't doing it.” You mutter as you collapse back into your pillows. “While you’re at it, can you get me a heat pack?” 

Yeah, he can do that. It’s the least he can do, right? 

He pushes off from your doorframe and walks the short distance to your med cabinet above your stove. He takes the purple sack from the cabinet and tosses it into the microwave as he leans against the counter. He taps his foot as he looks down at the countless plates and half empty take away containers. 

He takes the pack when the microwave beeps and strides back to your room, freezing in the doorway before sighing and walking over to your side. He outstretches his hand and offers you the pack. He pulls it back however as he sees sweat trickle down your forehead as you shiver. He places the back of his hand to your forehead and swears. 

“You’re burning up.” He frowns as you grab for the heat pack. “This is the last thing you need.” 

“But I’m cold Javi,” You whine and he shakes his head. 

“When was the last time you took any Tylenol? Or had a damn shower?” He asks and you shrug. 

He sighs again and walks back into the kitchen, tossing the useless heat pack on the counter along with all your other mess and opens the cabinet again, taking out the container you use to store all your medications. He digs through it and takes out the Tylenol packet and groans when it’s empty. He looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes. 

Of course it’s empty, why wouldn't it be?

It’s then and there he decides he’s dragging you out of this apartment and into his own. Because there’s no way in hell he’s leaving you here when you’re doing what seems to be a very poor job at looking after yourself. 

He walks back into your room without hesitation this time and grabs onto your hands. You groan as he lifts you to sit up. “What are you doing?” You ask with a frown as he continues to lift you from the bed. 

“Comin’ ‘cross the hall with me.”

“What?”

“You’re going to take a shower, take the Tylenol that I actually have and sleep in a bed that’s not full of snotty tissues.” He softly orders as he drags you across your bedroom. He stops in the middle of your room as he looks down at your snot covered pyjamas. He moves over to your dresser and takes out the first set he sees and continues to march you back to his place. 

You sigh in defeat and follow him, because let’s be honest – you’re in no shape to argue with him right now. 

He hands you the set of clean pyjamas and pushes you into his bathroom. He waits until he hears the shower start before he moves into his bedroom, quickly cleaning up the dirty clothes from his floor and shoving them into the hamper he bought, telling himself that he would actually use it. He hasn’t.  

He pours a cold glass of water and sets two pills on the counter. He stares at the counter and scratches the back of his head, maybe some tea?  

He opens his pantry and kneels as he searches for the box of tea he knows you left here months ago when he had nothing you wanted to drink that last time you were there. He pushes cans around until he finds the box tucked away. 

By the time you exit his bathroom, you look like a different person. Not quite healthy, but no longer looking like you’re on your deathbed. He ushers you into his bedroom and you protest when he motions for you to get into the bed. 

“Get your fuckin’ ass into this bed.” He orders without a hint of anger and you roll your eyes as you do what he says. 

He comes back in with the water, pills and tea. He places the hot tea on his bedside table and hands you the pills and water. You smile as you thank him and he looks around his room, not knowing how to take your thanks. 

“Yeah, well can’t really have you dying across the hall. They’d think it was me.” He jokes instead and you laugh before it sets off another cough and he swears at himself for making you cough.

“Right – well, get some sleep.” He mutters to the floor before he leaves, leaving the door open a crack in case you need something. 

He waits until he hears you snore before he walks over to your apartment and begins cleaning. 

Notes

I am so sick pls tag me in sick!reader fics

My desk is covered in tissues. My bed is covered in tissues. The tissues that make it to my bin, my puppy tips over and starts eating.

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Use me

Summary: You pick Javier up from the airfield after he wasn’t able to take Miguel Rodriguez from the Cali Cartel in. You don’t make it home before he needs you to get his mind off of things.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: fluff, smut (public sex, unprotected sex, oral f receiving, edging on the hood of a car), a hint of tactical vest Javi, Dom-ish Javi, soft Javi

A/N: After staring at the title for an hour it won't get better. Enjoy lol

Masterlist

You were still going through some files in the embassy when the phone rang. Okay you might have been close to falling asleep at your desk, but you were there. 

On the line was someone requesting a pick up from the airfield just outside of the city for Javier. 

You knew why he had left in the early morning. 

He had woken you up while you were still in his bed, your eyes finding him already dressed as he looked down at you. 

“We’re gonna get Miguel Rodriguez today,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his fingers brushing over your cheek. You gave him a sleepy smile. 

“Go get him, baby,” you had smiled, before he kissed you. 

But he didn’t get him. Feistl had called earlier to give you an update. 

This fucking country.

No… Not the country. The people who seemed to take drug money with a hand kiss to let the Cartells do whatever they wanted as long as the money kept coming. 

You packed your stuff and grabbed Javi’s car keys. You had taken his car today.

While your relationship with Javier was never really made official by either one of you, it was an open secret. 

You had met him years back when he was still on the hunt for Escobar. You worked as a secretary for the ambassador and Javi and Steve were… well they had been the reason for many, many late nights at the embassy, causing you more and more work. 

You hadn’t been a big fan of them.  

But in all those years, you had never really talked to Javier until he had been sent back to help take down the Cali Cartel. Which made him your boss because you had joined the DEA as an active agent after Escobar was gone. 

You were still treated like a secretary most times, the curse of being a woman in this work environment. Falling in love with the boss did not really help with that.

He had found you sitting in a bar on a friday night on your own after a particularly gruesome day and invited you for a drink. 

Safe to say, it didn’t stay at that one drink and now months later you had moved into his apartment and you were so stupidly in love with him, that it made you gag sometimes. 

You leaned against the car standing just outside of the airfield watching the tiny plane land. It was almost 2am by now and you were looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning. 

But first you had to take care of Javier. 

He would be in a mood. For weeks, months he was fighting against this system of corruption, leaving him frustrated as he tried to work against the system. 

To do better.

You wished you could take all this frustration from him and just let him breathe for a moment. But you couldn’t. So you did the one thing you knew would help him and let him use your body to take his frustrations out. 

You couldn’t count the nights he had left you a satisfied mess after he had broken you apart little by little for hours with his hands, his tongue, his cock until he finally felt the weight on his chest lifted just enough to finally breathe before he fell asleep on your chest.

The plane parked and the door opened. Javier was still wearing his yellow sunglasses, his shirt and his tactical vest. He was talking to a man who exited the plane behind him, shaking his hand before he closed his eyes and tilted his head up towards the sky, taking a deep breath. 

Your heart broke for him. 

When his eyes opened he turned around, his eyes found yours. You smiled at him but he just kept looking at you, his face a hard mask before he slowly began to walk towards you. 

The closer you came, the more you could read him. 

He was on edge. Every muscle in his body tense. His lips were pressed into a thin line and you could see the way he was forcing himself to take deep breaths. 

You knew that look. 

The last time you had seen him like that was when Stechner made him go on a pointless journey into the jungle by helicopter. 

He had made you cum four times before he even thought about taking his pants off that night. You wore the hickeys all over your body for a week, and he made up for it until every bruise had healed, kissing every single one of them every day. 

Now you were relieved when he was standing in front of you, unharmed. 

“Hey,” you whispered, looking up into his eyes. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall against yours as he took a deep breath, before he kissed your forehead and took the car keys from your fingers. 

“Get in the car,” he whispered against your ear, his fingers working the vest open and taking it off, before he turned from you and opened the drivers door to get in, throwing the vest on the backseat. 

You took a deep calming breath, still feeling the ghost of his breath brush over your skin before you turned around and got into the car. You looked at Javi, putting the seat belt on as he started the car. 

Without another word he drove the car away from the airfield.

The radio was playing some slow Spanish song you didn’t recognize while the city lights flew by. You risked a glance to your side, looking at Javi. One of his hands was gripping the steering while, his other hand laying on his thigh, his finger rubbing over the fabric of his jeans. 

“Are you hurt?” you whispered and he glanced at you. 

“No,” he said, the hand that was on his thigh reaching over, taking yours to bring it to his lips. 

“Do you want to get something to eat?” you asked.

“No,” he said again, pulling your hand on his thigh. You glanced around as you noticed the car getting slower, not recognizing where you were. 

He turned off the engine. 

“I want you to take your pants and panties off and walk to the front of the car,” he said, now looking at you. You took a shuddering breath as you looked up into his dark eyes, his sunglasses finally taken off. He raised his right eyebrow impatiently when you didn’t move. 

You knew you could just say the word and he would let it go and drive you home. Looking away from him you looked around. You couldn’t see a house or… anything really. Just trees and darkness, a single street lamp in the far distance. 

You let go of his hand, your fingers pulling at the button of your jeans before you pulled the zipper down and wiggled out of your pants, making Javi groan at your lack of underwear. 

“No panties? Naughty,” he hummed as he watched you. 

“You rubbed off of me, sir,” you teased, wiggling a little until you got your pants off over your shoes. Javi’s fingers tilted your chin towards him, crashing his lips down on yours. You released a surprised yelp before you pushed your hands into his hair, wanting him closer. 

“I want to eat you out on the hood of this car until you can’t think straight,” he hummed against your lips and you moaned. 

“You want that? My fingers, my mouth, my tongue…” he sucked your bottom lip in and you shivered. 

“Yes… Yes please…” you whined.

“Good,” he parted from your lips and turned around to get out of the car, leaving you to take a couple of deep breaths before you followed him out.

He leaned with one hand on the hood of the car, his other hand rubbing over his moustache. You bit your lip, shivering more from anticipation than from the cold breeze as you walked towards him. 

He kissed you as soon as you were close, one hand on the back of your head to pull you closer while he pushed you with his body against the car, his other hand on your ass, pushing you against him. His tongue dipped into your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan, crossing your arms behind his neck. 

He nibbled on your bottom lip, his nose brushing over yours before both hands came to rest on your waist.

“Jump,” he mumbled and you did without a second thought as he helped you sit on the hood of his jeep, his hands pushing your thighs apart as he looked up at you. His fingertips rubbed over the skin of your inner thighs. 

He was almost on eye level with your pussy as he leaned against his car.

Slowly he put your legs over his shoulder, kissing your inner thighs softly before he bit a mark into it, repeating it on the other leg. 

“If you cum on anything else than my cock tonight you’ll regret it,” he said, looking up at you and you shakily breathed out before you nodded. 

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he said. 

“Yes Javi,” you whispered, sucking your bottom lip in. 

“My good girl,” he hummed, his tongue licking up your pussy, making you shiver. 

He wasted no time, knowing exactly what buttons to push, how he had to touch you to bring you to the edge within minutes. Literally making out with your pussy, his tongue flicking over your clit just the way you liked it. 

“Fuck.. Fuck Javi,” you whimpered, your hands in his hair, already feeling your orgasm approaching but just before you came he stopped and you whined in disappointment. He looked up at you, the hint of a smirk on his lips. 

“You taste fucking delicious right before you cum,” he hummed and you let yoru head fall back against the hood. 

“Ready for more?” he asked.

“Do I get a choice?”

“No,” he said before he dove in again. 

You were a mess. Tears running down your cheeks as you held on to Javi’s hair. He was humming against you, you were so oversensitive that the single lick of his tongue almost made you orgasm. 

But he had kept true to his word. 

The sky was starting to change colours, the sun getting ready to rise when you heard him unbuckle his belt. Getting up to lean on your elbows positively exhausted you looked at him as he pushed his pants down, his cock painfully hard and leaking. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, letting me use you,” he said and you could see his whole face glistening with you. 

“You think you can stand so I can fuck you from behind, mi sol?” he asked. 

“Don’t think I will ever walk again, honestly,” you sighed but started to get up and he chuckled. His hands were on your hips as he helped you down and he held you up when you indeed struggled to keep on your feet after those last hours. He kissed you, diving his tongue inside of you moaning against your lips. 

He guided you to the side of the car, turning you around so you were bent over, your arms keeping you upright. 

It was then that you noticed where he had brought you. 

You were in the mountains, overlooking the whole city. It was the place he had brought you when he asked you to move in with him. 

You smiled softly as Javi kissed up your neck, his head on your shoulder. 

“I hope you know how much I love you, mi sol,” he whispered. 

“I love you too, Javi,” you smiled, moaning when he pushed his cock inside of you in one fluid motion. 

You were surprised by your orgasm, shaking in his arms while he cursed, his lips sucking on your neck.”

And he hadn’t even moved.

“Fuck baby you soaked me…” he chocked a laugh. 

“So…. so good….” you moaned and you felt him smile against your skin. 

“Want you to cum inside me, Javi.” you hummed when he started to move. 

“Yeah?” he asked, you only nodded. 

“Want me to fill you up?” he held on to your hips, fucking into you from behind just as the sun came up. His other hand ran up under your shirt, squeezing your breasts. 

It was strangely romantic. 

“Fill me up Javi,” you moaned, feeling yourself cum again, squeezing his cock and he gasped, thrusting a couple more times before you felt him spill deep inside of you. 

He let his head fall against your back before he kissed your neck. 

“Feeling better?” you asked over your shoulder and he kissed you. 

“Always with you,” he smiled. 

“Good,” you nodded, rubbing your nose over his. 

“Now please get me home I need a shower and some sleep,” you teased and he laughed. 

He got you both tamales and coffee for breakfast on your way home. He took the time to shower you, wash your hair, kiss every part of your body his lips could reach. 

And then he held you in his arms as you both fell asleep. 

For once not caring about what was going on in this country. 

Both of your brains blissfully quiet. 

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[wildemaven]

Until Now, Until You

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

A chance meeting in a bar and an understanding of no names, no backgrounds, no relationships, no strings attached— you and the handsome man walk away from that bar bathroom as nothing more than two strangers and a steamy night. But when you discover days later that this handsome stranger is actually the son of one of your regular customers, both of you are now forced into each other’s orbits, despite the agreement you both shared in that smoked filled bar— can you fight the temptation to not fall for him…

Warnings: This is an 18+ blog; Each chapter will be labeled appropriately

Playlist / Inspo Board

Part 1

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[prolix-yuy]

Congrats on 500 LJ! Can I please request "Heroism – real and perceived" with Javier? I think that could make an interesting and angsty character study, but whatever you want to do I know will be amazing, so the choice is all yours (same for pairing, I'm happy to read something with Reader but I'm not gonna complain if it's only him, whatever works), thank you ❤️

Wonderful Bee! Thank you for being such a bright light in the Pedro community and for being so supportive and kind to everyone around you! I'll be honest, this prompt made me nervous since I haven't done Javi P yet, but I did my "research" (that was the fun part) and puzzled over this request.

I was planning to make all of these requests standalone stories, but the amazing Peña goddess @iamskyereads also sent in a Javi request, and as I read them side by side a two part story came to light. I hope you enjoy both this request, and the follow up to come!

The Road Behind

Pairing: None, eventual Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Home is behind, the world ahead.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: M, angst, descriptions of violence, smoking, lots of Javi introspection. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: This one is a little shorter, but I'm making up for it with a part 2 that's continuing the scene.

Hero.

The words elicit a visceral sensation from Javier, a bullet through his throat, another in the center of his chest. He wants a stronger drink. He wants a real cigarette, not this minty square of nicotine tucked by his gums. He wants to run, like he always does when he’s back in Laredo. 

They didn’t say it out loud, the word too grand for a moment this small. But Javier saw it in their eyes when Luis shook his hand, his wife looking on, Paco watching him like he’s in the presence of a famous ball player. 

“We care about what you did in Colombia.”

You’re a hero, Javi.

“We sure are proud of you.”

Proud of the hero who took down Pablo Escobar.

The words drip with spite when Javier imagines them. There is no heroism in what he did. Men might envy it - the man who saved a nation. Women might desire it - let me touch the hands that pulled the trigger.

Joke’s on them. Sent away at the final hour, Judy Moncada’s treacherous mouth splashing across Messina’s desk. The sticky heat inside the phone booth, whiskey burning in his belly as he waited for Steve to say the words.

“We got him Javi.”

The grounding press of the phone against his forehead, payphone sharp under his palm, centered him when the weight lifted. It was a smaller relief than he’d hoped, still saddled with the burden of what he’d done to stand in that booth at that hour listening to success through a crackling sat phone.

Hero.

The words were tossed around in the days following Escobar’s fall, and maybe they brought some people comfort. But not Javier.

It didn’t feel heroic threatening that “senator” in Gacha’s home, a bullet in his leg and spittle spraying his face as Javier promised another in his head if he didn’t talk.

It didn’t feel heroic letting Carillo slaughter a boy to teach the children of Bogota, and Escobar, a lesson. His dead eyes took days of drinking to fade into the background.

It especially didn’t feel heroic carrying Helena out of the hell Javier put her in, gaze faraway and blood oozing from wounds that would never heal enough to forget. Her face tucked into his neck, body drawn so tight his arm goes numb under her legs. The words he whispers as he carries her to the ambulance are nonsensical - you’ll be okay, I have you, you’re safe. None of it can be true for her again.

No, Medellín had its hero for years. He built schools in the slums, homes for the people, let money fly from his fingertips like those white birds he trained to roost in the trees at his hacienda. Keeping the people thankful. Obedient. Trained.

Pablo Escobar was a hero, for a time. 

Never to Javier, or the Colombian government or the DEA. But for a short while, Escobar was the closest thing to a hero Medellín ever had. Never mind where the money he spent came from. Never mind what blood was hidden in jungles and behind locked doors. Pablo Escobar cared for his community, wanted to save it with his guiding hand. In return he expected what most do: loyalty, respect, adoration. 

But when a man believes himself to be a hero, that’s when the façade begins to crumble.

Javier’s skin itches, catching eyes with his father as he fusses at the Nicorette in his cheek. He’s too used to working in shadows for events like this, discomforted by eyes sliding over him, the leaned-in conversations. His only brief comfort, speaking with Lorraine, now softens into memory. She looks good, happy, and fulfilled in a way Javi covets. It pulled unbidden smiles to his normal grimace, hands nervous, emotions more on the sleeve of his flannel than he intended. 

But he knows he couldn’t have been the husband she needed, the steadfast presence of Randy, family man. 

Can you imagine if we were actually married?

Could he, before all the blood and the cocaine, the plata o plomo that ruled his life for so many years? Could he have been father to those two children, a little boy who looked up to him, a girl that wrapped his heart around her finger?

He’d never know now.

He needs the bite of air without the film of sweat and wedding cake dancing on his tongue. As quietly as he can leave - which still involves some hand-shaking and hair-ruffling - he slips into the twilight outside the wedding venue. 

God, he could use a smoke, the familiar warmth of the cherry cupped in his palm, the curl of smoke as gentle a kiss as any lover’s. He misses the way it perfumed his collars, how the first pull released tension before the nicotine even hit, and the ritual of the carton, the tap, the flame hot and dangerous, the warmth on his lips as it burned down almost to the filter. Gum just doesn’t cut it, and the mint gives him a headache.

Like the tiniest beacon on the horizon, he catches the crackle of flame, the metallic zip of a lighter wheel. Then a faint exhale and thin white smoke curling around the corner of the building. 

Javi doesn’t want to talk, to perform for another audience of one or many, but the temptation of the secondhand smoke tugs him around the corner, thumbs tucked into his jeans pockets and head downturned. He pretends he didn’t see her, like it was only happenstance he stumbled upon her and not because he’s a moth to the flame of her lighter. 

She doesn’t notice at first, leaning on the railing as she pulls the cinder to a glowing red between her lips. It’s a rare moment, to watch someone as they are without an audience, and Javi debates on leaving her be. But her head turns, his silhouette catching her eye.

“Looking for someone?” she asks, her smile easy. Even with all the time in the world to prepare, her question catches him off guard.

Maybe he is.

NEXT

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[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ❤︎ 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

ㅤjavier peña x plus size f!reader

genre: smut, strangers to lovers/fwb, minors dni

word count: 4.5k

summary: it's the 80s. when the dig you've been working at has to take a short break due to escobar and politics, you decide to wait it out at medellín. while hitchhiking, a charming stranger pulls up.

warnings: mild weed usage (reader), car sex, nipple play, dirty talk, dry humping, age gap, piv, creampie, unprotected sex, brat taming if you squint, some weight-related insecurities if you squint but mostly she's just vibing and living her life

a/n: i would really consider writing more of this so please let me know what you think! a special shoutout to @inklore because i feel like i wouldn't think about hitchhiker smut on the bus if it wasn't for her fic roadside delight which all of you should go and read rn because it's amazing, ily bby 💗

**dividers by the amazing @saradika xx

Raindrops land sparsely over your skin, most of the wetness caught over your cheeks. Sliding down your neck, they sneak beneath the sweetheart neckline of your olive green dress. The skirt dances with the wind, teasing the inner curves of your thighs as it playfully flutters in your wake. Despite the rain, it’s still warm. However, that doesn’t stop the chill of the gray clouds from settling over your skin. With a deep sigh, you lift your thumb once more. 

You have no idea how long you’ve had your thumb sticking up; maybe it’s been only ten minutes or an hour, regardless, you’re frustrated and want the wait to end. 

Some cars had slowed down but upon seeing the men that were driving, you had quickly hidden your thumb away. You knew what they were thinking. Thanks to the rain, there was only little left to the imagination. The dress that already hugged your breasts and hips hugged you even tighter now, the fabric almost sheer as it exposed your tight nipples. You should’ve brought a jacket with you but honestly, how were you supposed to know it was going to rain today? 

“Fucking hell,” you mutter, pushing your wet hair away from your neck in frustration. Not a single car in sight after what you thought had been at least ten minutes of waiting. Clicking your tongue, you reach into your bag, retrieving a lighter and a joint thoughtfully rolled by one of your colleagues at the excavation site. It was greatly appreciated since you weren’t the best at rolling. 

Taking a drag, you sigh, the smoke mingling with the misty air. The excavation site had declared a short break due to some unforeseen issue related to the escalating Escobar problem in the region. It's hush-hush among the team, but you've caught snippets of worried conversations about increased security concerns and the need to lay low for a while. 

Your shoulders relax as the smoke swirls in your lungs, your body now feeling rejuvenated instead of cold under the rain. In the distance, you hear the soft hum of a car approaching and narrow your eyes as you look at the distance. Your eyes light up when you see a car approaching and this time, no matter who’s in it, you promise yourself you’ll just get in. 

The cigarette still between your lips, you lift your thumb with enthusiasm, taking a step further into the road, you giggle slightly thinking you might just as well jump in front of it to make it stop. You want to get out of the rain, want warm clothes and blankets. 

The car comes to a smooth halt. 

You lean towards the already open window, you quickly pluck the join away from your lips and smile broadly at the dark-haired stranger. 

“Hola,” you say, hoping your accent is decent enough. “¿podrías darme un aventón?”

The stranger gives you a curious look, his lips curl upward, eyes dropping to your cleavage before lifting them back up to meet your gaze. Your breath catches in your throat, chest heaving at the sight of him. He’s beautiful. Dark hair, dark eyes, plump lips. Blinking, you swallow and press your legs together, thankful he can’t see it. 

“Where you headed?” he asks. 

“Medellín,” A timid chuckle escapes your lips. “Did my accent give it away?” 

“A little,” he jerks his head to the side. “Hop in. You must be freezing like that.” 

Grateful, you open the car and slide yourself inside. Warmth immediately envelops you like a cozy blanket and you sigh happily, leaning into the comfort of the seat. “Thanks,” you say, offering your name along with it. “What’s your name?” 

“My name’s Javier. But you can call me Javi.” 

“I think I’ll stick to Javier, I like the way it hits my tongue.” 

He grins, “Do you, now?” 

It takes you everything to ignore the delicious roll of his tongue and how it would feel on your skin. You lift your hand suddenly, the joint visible between your fingers. 

“Is it okay if I smoke this in your car?” 

He looks confused for a brief moment. You notice him taking in deep breaths, sniffing the air, his eyes go slightly wide with realization but then the surprise in his eyes molds into amusement. 

“Go ahead,” he says. “You’re awfully bold to ask that without knowing who I am or what I do. What if I was a cop?” 

“Cops don’t look as good as you do.” 

Shit. 

“I look good?” 

You hear the mirth in his voice and quickly change the subject, “You want one?” 

“No,” he answers firmly. Confusion furrows your brow and his tone quickly softens. “Let’s just say I’m not a fan. And it’s illegal.” 

“Oh, sorry. I can put it out, you don’t have to be nice about it.” 

He thinks about it for a while but shakes his head. “You don’t have much of it left anyway,” The car starts moving and you look at the spot you’ve been waiting at for god knows how long one last time. Good riddance. “So, Medellín, what business do you have there?” 

“No business,” you answer promptly, taking another drag. You blow the smoke out the window, the wind whisking it away. “I’m studying archeology. I was doing research at Ciudad Perdida but we had to take a break for safety reasons. We might still go on so until I get a firm ‘go back home’ I was thinking to wait it out there.” 

“It’s not really safe there either, you know. You gotta be careful when you get there,” he gives you a side glance, eyes moving up and down your curves. Your heart rate escalates and when you press your legs together once more, it doesn’t go unnoticed. “You’re awfully squirmy there,” he says, voice low and all gravel. “You okay?” 

Your veins buzzing, you throw the remainder of the joint out the window. Your head is swimming pleasantly, the smoke loosening your tongue and making you eager to confess all the dirty things you want to do with him. But along with that, uncertainty creeps in. You don’t even know if he wants you that way. He seems older than you. He might’ve just been looking after you and the lust you heard in his deep voice might’ve just been in your imagination. 

“I’m not squirming,” you say quickly. He doesn’t look convinced by your answer, hands tightening around the steering wheel. “How long until we get there?” 

“A couple of hours,” his eyes catch your lingering gaze and he smiles. “There’s a gas station a little ahead so I suggest you go to the bathroom, sweetheart. If you have to go.” 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“You hungry?” 

Your hand wanders to your stomach, you can’t tell if he’s asking because of your appearance or if it’s a genuine question. He speaks up before you can decide. “I’m starving,” he says. “I also need to buy a pack so if you want anything just tell me. I’ll pay.” 

“I have money.” 

He laughs at that, and laughs even harder at your pout, “You’re a student in Colombia, hitchhiking. I doubt you have much,” he shrugs. “Besides, you’re a guest in this country, let me treat you.” 

“You’re being awfully nice.” 

“Am I? I don’t think so.” You see the gas station coming into view. “But mamá always did say I had a soft spot for pretty girls.” 

“You think I’m pretty?” you answer, hoping to have more a sultry tone but your words come out breathless. Excited. 

The car slows, his eyes are glued to your neck, he slowly moves them down. His dark gaze eating you up. You can almost feel it caressing your skin, heating you, and licking over the waterdrops that stubbornly remains on your skin. 

“Don’t say it like you don’t already know.” The car stops along with your breath. He pulls the keys out and leans close, lips almost touching your pulse. You feel his breath on your ear, warm, it coaxes goosebumps to rise across your skin. His eyes trail over the curve of your lips. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head, “No.” 

His lips touch your cheek. It happens so quickly that you feel you might’ve imagined it. The rough hairs above his lip tickle your skin and you instinctively chase the heat of him as he moves away. 

Before you know it he’s out of the car, the patch of skin where his lips touched still burning with delight. Stunned, you touch your cheek with the tips of your fingers. 

Maybe waiting in the rain for someone like him wasn’t so bad after all. 

You should’ve known it would end up like this. 

Him, to park the car in a semi-remote spot. 

You, to cradle his lap, your dress pushed up all the way up exposing your soft thighs with his hands all over you. 

You should’ve known. 

The soft pitter patters of rain hit the top of the car, you’re too occupied by his mouth to realize the sun had slowly started to peek through the clouds, warming the damp concrete. Javier’s tongue is awfully skillful. He slips his tongue between your lips, licking himself deeper into your mouth, his hands pull at your neckline, exposing your bare breasts. He flattens his palms against them, your nipples tighten against the heat of his palm. 

He breaks away with a groan, “I knew you were braless,” he rasps, dipping to your neck. “I fucking knew it.” 

“And I knew you were staring,” you tease and expose more of your neck. He nips at the tender skin playfully, a shiver runs up your spine. “Here I thought you picked me up out of the goodness of your heart.” 

“Tell me to stop and I will.” 

“No—god, no. I don’t ever want you to stop.” 

And that’s all he needs to hear as he lifts your breasts towards his mouth. He dips his head, swirling his tongue over the pebbled flesh. Your body seizes. Your breath caught in your lungs, burning like wildfire. He twists the other with his finger and you moan loudly. The fabric of your underwear grows damp, sticking to your skin. He sucks harder. The thick outline of his cock rubs against your core, a feeling like electricity shooting up your spine, your head falls and he bites. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” you whimper, grinding down. Another wave of arousal washes over you, the effect of the weed you inhaled pounding between your thighs.  

Javier glares up at you, “Such a dirty mouth,” he grunts and holds your tongue between two fingers. Your brows furrow with pleasure, the hard denim of his pants growing damp thanks to you. “I don’t like bad girls. And you seem to be walking on the edge of it, sweetheart.” 

“I–I’m not bad,” you whimper, your words slurring thanks to his hold on your tongue. He lifts a brow, unconvinced. You don’t know why you’re hurt by him calling you bad, but you want to make it up to him—why you do, you have no idea. “I’ll. . . I’ll be good.” 

“Promise?” 

You only nod and he pinches your tongue, pain blossoms over the soft muscle. 

“Promise,” you slur. “I’ll be your good girl.” 

Satisfied for now, he releases your tongue and brings his hand back to your aching nipples. He sucks on one while pinching the other, both sensations making your mind whirl. 

“You like it when I play with your tits, hermosa?” he groans at the way you rolls your hips, pulling away his lips, he starts playing with both with his fingers. Twisting, pinching, and pulling. You’re trembling. A sopping, wet mess. “So sensitive. You think you can come like this?” 

You only moan, your lids fluttering like a butterfly’s wings as you look at him. He smiles, something dark crossing over his handsome features. “I think you can,” he says. “Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” 

Slack-jawed, you answer, “Y–Yes.” 

Javier guides the sloppy roll of your hips. His mouth on your neck, he teases the flesh there while mercilessly playing with your tits however he sees fit. Your nipples are so hard from stimulation it almost hurts, Every twist of his fingers prompts a fresh wave of arousal seep into your underwear. Your body is out of control. Burning from the inside out. You’ve never felt it this intense before, never felt your orgasm nearing so viciously. 

His lips hover an inch away from yours, you part your mouth for a kiss but he smiles cruelly, you can smell the hints of tobacco when he speaks, “I can feel how soaked you are, baby. So wet and all for a stranger you just met,” he nips at your chin, gives your nipples a hard pinch that makes you see white. “I wonder if you’d do this with all the others who would’ve stopped for you?” 

“Others did slow down,” you say followed up by an elongated whine. Javier thrusts his hips, the rough denim of his pants catching against your clothed clit. He licks your bottom lip. “But they gave me a weird feeling so I hid away my hand. So. . . I wouldn’t do this with just anyone.” 

“Fuck, preciosa, you’re saying all the right things,” with one hand, he slides your dress up further, fingers teasing your slit. “It’s an honor to have this cunt all to myself.” 

Only then does he kiss you. It’s hungry, depraved. He sucks on your tongue, presses his lips hard into yours. The hand toying with your core moves to your hip, he squeezes your love handle, tugs you down as he thrusts his hips into the air. You cry out and he swallows the wanton sounds that rattle your throat. 

“That’s it, come for me,” he purrs, his hips pressing into yours. You grind down helplessly, aching to feel the hardness of him. Your ears begin to ring. Your body tingling and tensing while the taste of your nearing release stains your tongue. Your eyelids flutter closed, his lips once again drawing an aching nipple into his mouth. He sucks and sucks and sucks—and you finally break down, gushing and squeezing around nothing. You feel the wetness bleeding into the fabric, your legs shaking around where they frame his narrow hips, your head falls over and the soft locks of his hair soothe your burning cheeks. 

Javier is still moving against you. His cock painfully strained against his zipper, coated in your slick. Both his hands drop to your waist, squeezing as he finds your lips, giving you a tender kiss. 

He doesn’t say a word, his hand sneaking between your legs, he slips them under the elastic and pushes two between your folds. You swear you feel his cock throb when he realizes how wet you truly are. 

“Shit,” he breathes out. “Fuck, you really did come. Such a good girl,” he lifts your head by the chin and stares into your eyes, your pulse races again. “Good girl,” he repeats, watching as your lips tighten and eyes go wide. “You feel so good on top of me, making a mess out of these shitty pants. You come so pretty, querida.” 

“Javier,” you moan, your nipples tightening again. 

He pulls his fingers out out and tastes you in earnest, he moans around his fingers, “So sweet.” 

You moan again, the fire between your legs roaring to life. He cups your breasts and pushes them towards you, watching the way your eyes roll, “Let me fuck you in the backseat,” he says, as if you would ever say no to that. “I wanna see this ass bouncing on my cock.” 

No one ever mentions how awkward car sex can be, especially when you need to move around. 

You try not to show it to Javier but you have a sneaking suspicion your face is basically an open book. He slides to the back first, moving between the middle of the front seats. Moving around in a car already makes you awkward, it’s even worse when your tits are out in the open, moving side to side. 

But you guess it can’t be too bad since Javier is staring at them instead of you. 

“Is it bad that I want to play with them some more?” he chuckles.

“Definitely not,” you smile back, the light-hearted conversation gives you the courage to finally move between the seats. He quickly slides to the side, his lips on yours before you can even sit. He strokes his cock through his jeans, tongue dancing along yours, he sucks the air from your lungs. 

“Take off your dress,” he orders, watching, he unbuttons his jeans. You strip quickly, your body already aching to feel him deep inside you. He hums with approval when you’re bare to him, he doesn’t bother taking off his clothes, instead, he slightly pushes down his pants and frees his cock. 

A bead of precome glistens at the head, the head of his cock swollen, a hint of red adding color. He’s thick enough to have your pussy already throbbing. Your mouth waters. Javier wraps a hand around his length and pumps it under your lustful gaze, more precome gathers at the slit, slowly trickling down the side. Your breath hitches when you notice him smiling. 

“You want a taste?” 

You immediately lean down with your tongue out, sucking the tip, you clean him and push yourself further down. Your lips stretch around him deliciously. 

Javier doesn’t allow you to taste him further though, with his hand on your nape, he squeezes, “If you do that I’ll come in seconds.” You look up to him between lowered lashes. “And I’d rather come somewhere else, preciosa.” 

“How do you want me?” you ask, voice horse. 

“On all fours.” 

Again, a bit tricky because you have the constant fear your leg is going to slip and you’re going to fall, but the backseat is comfortable enough for that not to happen. His hands slide up your back and he holds you by the shoulders, bringing you close. His cock pushes between your thighs, parting your folds, your slick wets his cock, making the glide easier. 

“You know,” he says, his voice dropping dangerously. “Anyone could see us right now. Anyone who decides to drive by is gonna see us fucking.” 

You don’t expect yourself to clench at his words but you do, a soft whimper echoing from your lips. You can’t see it, but you know he’s smiling from ear to ear. “Does that turn you on, hermosa?” When you don’t answer, he leans closer, breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Don’t worry, it turns me on too.” 

Pushing the tip of his cock into you, your chest begins to move with labored breaths. He buries himself to the hilt with ease. A loud moan escapes his lips as his hips are snug over your ass. Your elbows give way, your head dropping to the leather sheets. It feels too good, too full, too intense. Your body breaks in sweat, your body fluttering around and clamping desperately around his cock. His hands follow the curve of your back, laying on top of each ass cheek. 

“Love this ass,” he mutters. “Are you alright? Can I move?” 

“Y–Yeah,” you choke out, desperate. Javier begins to move. Slowly pulling back his hips, he slams into you, ripping a moan from your chest. The leather seats creak as he thrusts into you, his pace gradually picking up. Each time he snaps his hips forward, you feel like your world is spinning. He grips onto your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pounds into you.

“Come on, sweetheart, push those hips back. Prove to me how good you’re feeling on my cock.” 

All coherent thoughts leave your mind as you surrender yourself to the sensations. You meet his thrusts halfway, your body screaming at how deep he is. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, your hard nipples grazing against the leather, it adds to your pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the car. He leans forward, his lips brushing against your neck as he groans your name.

You can feel the tension building up inside you, your body on fire. The coil in your stomach tightens, your legs starting to quiver, you gasp his name, barely able to breathe. “Come on my cock,” he commands, licking the start of your spine. Arousal pours between your legs, slick trickling down his cock. “Show me how good you are—” 

You cry out as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching around him. Your breathing is caught in your throat. You roll your hips desperately, begging him to fuck you harder, god deeper—he does. He hammers into you, groaning over and over about how much of a good girl you are. His praise short circuits your brain and another orgasm washes over you, softer this time, but still powerful, enough to have you dripping over the seats. 

Javier continues to thrust into you, chasing his own release. With one final deep thrust, he spills himself inside you, his body shuddering. He grinds his hips, pushing himself deeper until he’s dripping from where he stretches you. You moan his name, your lips moving against the leather. 

Both of you collapse onto the seats, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. Javier hugs you tight and pulls you up until you’re draped over his chest. You feel pleasantly lifeless, your lids heavy. He strokes your damp hair, fingers grazing over your cheek, he kisses your forehead. The gesture makes your heart swell.

“Mi preciosa, eso fue increíble, fuiste increíble.”

His words were said heavily as if he was barely keeping himself from falling asleep. You smile, burrowing yourself into his neck, you focus on the sweetness of the fleeting moment and not the come dripping out from between your legs. 

“You were the one that was incredible,” you sigh happily. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good in my life.” 

“Let’s just say it was a team effort then,” he grins but his smile quickly falters. “How the hell am I supposed to drive now, I need a nap.” 

“We could. . .” 

He sighs, “Sadly, I have work I need to get to.” 

“You never did tell me what you did for a living,” you muse. “Care to share?” 

His grin is back, lips curling mischievously, he looks you up and down. Your body shudders at the heat of his gaze. 

“We were busy doing other things,” he quickly gives you a peck on the cheek and reaches for your dress. “I’ll tell you later.” 

You pout a bit but shrug it off quickly as you take your dress. To each his own. If he wants to keep his job a secret, that’s fine. You just met him after all. And you’ll probably never see him again after you reach Medellín. 

The thought sours your mood. Turns your stomach. You don’t want to think about that. You don’t want to think about the end. You always did get attached too easily. 

With a sigh, you put on your dress and watch as Javier slides back to the front. You still have a couple more hours with him, you might as well make the best of it. 

The ride had been a pleasant one. You’re pretty sure you talked the poor man’s ear off but he talked a bunch too, telling you about his father, his hobbies—which weren’t a lot—and his dislikes about the city. You had listened with rapt attention, eating up every last detail. But still, you had no idea what he did for a living and refused to ask, not wanting to pry. 

Almost at Medellín, you notice a checkpoint ahead. Your eyes narrow for a better look and groan, these guys meant business, especially when cartels were on the rise. No matter how many times you batted your eyes, you know your bag is going to get checked along with Javier’s belongings. 

“Oh no,” you mutter, prompting Javier’s eyes to shift from the highway to you. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I still have a couple of joints in my bag. If they search it I’m toast. They won’t let me go back.” 

You’re not sure why but he smiles, did he know the checkpoint would be here? Your heart drops and stomach lurches. 

“You’ll be fine,” he says, then he winks for good measure. “Trust me, querida. You won’t get into trouble.” 

You have your doubts but nod and lean back anyway. The car slows down as you approach the checkpoint, and you can feel the tension building up inside you. Javier pulls the car to a stop, and a stern-looking man walks up to Javier. The officer’s gaze lingers on you before turning to Javier. 

“Documentos e identificación.” 

“Hola,” he greets along with a short nod. “Soy Javier Peña, de la DEA. Estamos de paso.”

Your eyes grow wide when Javier shows his badge to the officer, your jaw nearly drops, blood rushing to your ears. You desperately have the urge to shake your head and yank the badge out of the officer’s hands to inspect it yourself. To feel it under your fingers. 

The officer nods and motions to the others to let you through, “Adelante, buen viaje.”

The car starts to move again and finally—finally, you allow your jaw to drop. 

“You’re DEA?” you ask, upper body rising up from your seat, your tone shrill. Javier doesn’t say anything but he does nod, eyes never leaving the road. “Oh my god,” you say. “Oh my god—why. . why didn’t you tell me? I—I smoked weed in your car! You could’ve arrested me at any given point—I. . . I—” I fucked a DEA agent. 

You drop back down, defeated. 

“You don’t need to worry about me arresting you,” he answers, smiling. “I would’ve if you were a threat but. . . I think we established that you aren’t.” 

“A bunch of criminals fuck with agents you know,” you snap, weirdly offended. “Just because we did it doesn’t mean I’m not dangerous.” 

“Do you want me to arrest you, hermosa?” 

Cuffs do sound tempting but you aren’t playing that game right now, “No. . .” 

“Good, we’re on the same page then,” he drums his thumbs against the steering wheel. “My intention wasn’t to trick you or anything. You already seemed miserable under the rain, waiting for that long. I didn’t want to stress you further. And you can’t really blame me for thinking like that when the second sentence you said was ‘do you want a joint’ you would’ve freaked out. Am I wrong?” 

“No,” you say, clearer this time. “I still feel embarrassed though.” 

“You’ll live.” Finally entering the city, he turns to you, meeting your gaze. It’s a bit ill-advised since he’s driving but you appreciate having his full attention. “Where should I drop you off?” 

Oh. 

“I. . actually don’t know. Do you know any good places to stay? A room I can book on short notice?” 

“You don’t have a place to stay?” 

“I’m a girl who was hitchhiking through a country I don’t know. Do I look like someone with a plan?” 

“Fair enough,” he says, eyes turning back to the road. “Well, this is going to sound weird but you can stay with me if you want to.” Before you can answer, he adds. “I have a spare room.”

Saying yes is easier than you thought. 

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𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Javier Peña

pedro pascal has me in a chokehold and i'm not gonna apologize for it. take this smut. also, this is basically just a self insert cause i couldn't help myself

Summary: All alone at a bar after being stood up by a blind date, you catch Javier's lustful eye.

Warnings: self insert basically (I'm half Mexican so...yeah, I made reader Mexican too. sue me), alcohol and drug consumption, dancing and leaving no room for Jesus (grinding), SMUT (MINORS DNI), one night stand, fingering, oral (m!receiving), spanking, kinda mean dom!Javi

word count | 4.3k🤙🏻

You didn’t think your night could get any worse.

First, you get all dolled up just to be stood up by your date, then the friend you came to the club with abandoned you to hook up with some random guy. You hoped you’d at least meet someone here to soothe your bruised ego, but there weren’t any takers or anyone that met your standards. Yeah, tonight seemed like it would be a bust.

Unbeknownst to you, across the bar, Javier Peña couldn’t keep his eyes off you. After a rough day on the job, his partner encouraged him to come to this club to blow off some steam. He was content just hanging out with Murphy, until he saw you. The expression on your face is what caught his eye first, the way you had a permanent frown and look of disappointment. He instantly knew you must’ve gotten stood up, or broken up with. Why would anyone stand up someone as gorgeous as you? He’d never know. He really thought you were. Gorgeous. The way your eyes sparkled in the club lights, the way your lips wrapped around the rim of your margarita glass, leaving a subtle red stain with your lipgloss. Of course, he couldn’t help but notice your attire; a dress just above knee length lined with lace, hugging the form of your torso but flowing around your hips. He followed the curve of your ass down your legs until he got to your freshly pedicured feet that sported wedges that matched the dress. He hated knowing that you must’ve gotten dressed up for nothing.

You were such a stunner, Javier didn’t even register Steve was even talking to him. “Sorry, what?” He tried speaking over the music blaring over the speakers.

Steve only laughed, shaking his head as he took a swig of his beer. “You’ve been eyeing that bird ever since we got here. Just go talk to her, man.”

Javier shook his head, turning back around to face his partner. “Nah, I came here with you. It’s fine.”

Steve gave him an unimpressed look, totally not believing him. “You’re so full of shit. Right now, I know the last thing you wanna be doing is spending time with little ol’ me when you could be chatting up a beautiful woman. I’m alright, thinking about heading home to my woman actually.” He finished his drink and started to get up before Javier could even respond. “Enjoy yourself, you’ve earned it after the day we’ve had. See ya on Monday.” 

“But, I-” Javi’s voice trailed out the farther Steve walked away, leaving him alone and slightly buzzed. He looked back over at you, somehow looking even more pitiful and on the verge of completely giving up on fun. He sighed heavily before chugging the rest of his beer. “Fuck it.”

You didn’t hear the approaching footsteps over the music, getting startled out of your thoughts when you heard a voice from beside you. “Te ves como si te estuvieras divirtiendo.” The man beside you said, his voice straining a little so you could be able to hear him. At first glance, you thought about leaving right away, but once you got another look, this man was actually pretty attractive. He was tall, gruff looking, but his smile was sweet.

You smiled apologetically. “Lo siento, no hablo español.” You cursed yourself for never learning Spanish.

“Oh, no problem. I’m originally from the States, so. You’re not Colombian?”

“Mexican, actually.”

“Ah, muy bien.”

You giggled, taking a sip of your margarita to calm your nerves in front of this very handsome man. “Spent my whole life around Hispanics and never seemed to pick it up. My father is very disappointed in me.” His laugh made a blush bloom across your cheeks, but thankfully the lights in the club were dim enough to make sure he couldn’t notice.

“What are you doing in Colombia?”

“Holiday, invited by a friend.”

“And what brings you to this club tonight? Got a hot date?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

You huffed. “Well, I was supposed to meet someone here, but he was a no show. I came here with my friend too, but said friend has ditched me tonight.”

His eyebrows furrowed into a frown. “They left you after you got stood up?”

“Oh, no, she wouldn’t do that. I told her she could, but that was before I was ghosted. She’s probably back at our hotel getting dicked down right now. So, I figured I’d stay here a while to give her some privacy or snag someone here for myself.”

“Any takers?” Javier already knew the answer to that, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

You sighed with a sad smile. “Nope. I’m completely alone here.”

He leaned in closer to you, resting his forearms on the bar stand. “Well, not anymore. Can I buy you a drink?”

You smirked. “I don’t even know your name.”

He reached out his hand. “Javier Peña.” You closed the gap, taking his course, warm hand in yours. He grinned as you told him your name, as if you just told him the secret of life. “Bonita. Two whiskeys, por favor.” He spoke to the bartender. Oh, this guy was good.

“You’re a bold one, aren’t you?” You giggled.

He shrugged. “Have to be in my line of work. Plus, if I wasn’t, I’d never get laid.” You almost spat out your drink. Well, bold was an understatement.

“And what line of work would that be?”

Javier seemed to hesitate at that, scrunching his face in a frown for a brief second. “DEA Agent.” You nodded in acknowledgement, your expression plain so he couldn’t guess what your stance was. You weren’t running away immediately, so that was a good sign.

Throughout the next hour or so, you both talked each other’s heads off. Each of you telling each other about your work, hobbies, likes and dislikes, even some political stances (the alcohol may have loosen your tongues).

Then, your eyes lit up as a popular Spanish song sounded through the speakers. “Oh my god, I love this song!” You beamed, your body instantly swaying to the beat in your chair.

Javier smiled, stepping away from the bar and extending his hand. “Dance with me?”

“You’re just gonna assume I know how to dance?”

“You’re Mexican, aren’t you?”

“Half.” You chuckled nervously.

He shrugged, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the stool you were sitting on. “You’ll be able to keep up. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. Promise.” He purred, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. Oh, he was trouble.

You let out a surprised squeal as Javier spinned you around with his hand before getting into the dance. The song was more fast paced, so you both settled on a messy salsa. Javier led you well, laughing off whenever you accidentally stomped on his foot. You had taken a salsa class before, so you weren’t too terrible. But you could tell Javier could’ve looked much better with a more experienced partner. But he didn’t choose someone else, he chose you. “See? You’re not that bad!” He shouted over the music, causing you to grin.

“Well, you’re an excellent dance partner.”

As the energy died down and a slower song came on, you and Javier stepped closer together, wrapping each other’s arm around the other as you started to sway to the music. Your heart thumped in your chest as he looked down on you with those dark, mysterious eyes. He didn’t even try to hide every glance down to your lips or your chest that was pressed up against his. Taking a look around, all the other couples on the dance floor were in similar positions, most making out which caused a blush to form on your cheeks. Javi seemed to notice as he smirked, stepping back to twirl you around, pulling your back against his chest, still keeping up with the beat.

“And what about this song? Is this another favorite?” He spoke against your ear, eliciting a shiver down your spine as you felt his breath fan across your skin.

You shook your head. “I’ve never heard it before.”

“Oh, it’s a great song. It’s about getting to know a woman’s body for the first time.” Your eyes widened. “What she likes, how she likes to be touched, learning if she likes it slow…or rough.” You silently gasped as Javi gripped your hips tightly, pulling your ass against his pelvis, bringing one hand to press against your lower stomach. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the music or maybe it was just you, but you subtly smirked as you grinded back against him, a soft groan escaping from his lips as he tightened his hold against you.

“That does sound like a great song. I bet you know all about that, hm?”

“I am a fast learner.” He growled, running his tongue up the side of your neck, instinctively allowing your head to loll back to rest against his shoulder. You bit your bottom lip to keep in a moan that threatened to escape as his teeth dug in gently. You smiled as you felt Javier’s bulge against your ass, the music allowing you to grind against him without raising any brows. 

“Should I guess what you like?”

He hummed. “If you come back to my apartment with me, you won’t have to.”

You turned back to face him, a bright smile on your face. “Will you be gentle?”

He smirked darkly. “I don’t think that’s what you want, querida.”

The both of you didn’t waste any more time in that dance club. You felt your arousal pool in your underwear as Javier all but dragged you outside to slam you against his car, his lips already brushing against every piece of exposed skin he could find before kissing you roughly, his mustache tickling. You moaned at the intensity of it, not having been laid in a long, long time. But you couldn't get too ahead of yourself, you weren’t at his apartment and you were still in public, but by how handsy Javier was being, you figured it didn’t bother him. “Are we going to your place or should I just take off my panties right now?” You giggled as you gently pushed him away, keeping him at arm's length.

“Sorry. I don’t normally take my time…” He whispered breathlessly, placing a feather light kiss on your cheek.

You smirked. “I have some weed if that’ll make you relax.”

Javier narrowed his eyes and pinched your side playfully, making you wince. “You know, I could arrest you for that.”

“Yeah. But from the hard on that pressing against me right now, you really want to get in my pants. Can’t fuck me when I’m in a jail cell.”

“I can be creative.” You let out a whimper as he smacked your ass hard, groping the fatty flesh through your dress before reaching behind you to open the passenger side door of his truck. “Get in.”

You chuckled at his demanding tone, clearly worked up, but you didn’t have the heart to tease him anymore so you obeyed. You almost flinched as he slammed the door shut, speed walking to the other side of the car and starting the engine as soon as he got in. On the road, Javier extended his hand towards you, palm facing it. You raised a brow in confusion. “The drugs.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Seriously? It was a joke. I don’t have any weed.”

Javier looked you up and down with a glance before a smirk came to his face. “So you wouldn't mind if I search you?”

“Where would I ever hide it? My bra? My cunt?”

“Scared I’ll find some?”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, shifting in your seat to slightly face him, leaning up against the door as you removed your underwear but keeping your dress covering your modesty. “I’ve got nothing to hide, sir.”

Javier’s eyes darkened as he glanced between you and the road. There wasn’t much traffic, so he figured he could get away with it. He reached his hand over and patted your torso down, reaching further and further until he got to your breasts, kneading the flesh softly until his fingers dipped in past your dress and bra. You sighed out as he roamed your tits, pinching your nipples until they hardened. “All clear?” You teased, squeezing your thighs together to get some friction.

“Not yet. I have one more place to check.” You tried not to shiver as his hand trailed down your body, lifting the hem of your dress out of the way and pushing your legs apart to lay his eyes on your glistening pussy. You could hear a soft growl from him as he slid one of his fingers through your slit, your wetness gathering at your entrance quickly. “Been a while, has it?” You gasped as his middle finger started to press against your clit, heat rushing to your face and neck, contrasting against the cold window your head rested against.

“A bit, yeah.” You exhaled shakily.

Stopping at a red light, Javier’s eyes were fixed on your face as he inserted two of his fingers inside you, watching the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head briefly as your lips parted in a moan. He groaned, curling his fingers rhythmically and trying to stretch you out preemptively. “So fuckin’ tight, babygirl. Squeezing my fingers so hard.” Well, it was hard not to when his fingers were so thick and long. He definitely was an expert in this field, finding that place inside you that always had you panting and whining, which is exactly what you were doing as he paired the thrusts of his fingers with his thumb circling your clit.

“Fuck, that feels so good Javier.” You moaned, holding on to the dash for dear life as you tried not to squirm too much.

“Call me Javi.” A sudden honk of a horn jerked you and Javier out of the moment, the spotlight turned red minutes ago, causing the car behind to lose their patience. You giggled as he cursed in Spanish as he sped off, faster than before, anxious to feel all of you. With his fingers still inside you, Javi hastily parked his vehicle on the street outside his apartment, ripping off his seatbelt to lean over to kiss you sloppily. “You were close before, weren’t you?”

You nodded with a whine, the windows starting to fog with your panting breaths. You held onto his shoulder as he forced you to that peak once more, just the right move to push you over the edge. “Javi, fuck-!” You whimpered, the wet squelching of his fingers moving in and out of you echoing in the truck.

“So wet.” He chuckled darkly. “Gonna come on my fingers, querida?”

“Yes. Yes, Javi!” You moaned loudly, heat taking over your whole body as you rode out that wave of ecstasy on his fingers. Javier groaned as he watched your face contort in pleasure, it almost making him come in his jeans untouched. He grinned as he watched your slick coat his fingers and pool into his palm, pulling his hand away to see your cunt make stringy cobwebs of cum. “All clear on those drugs, agent Peña?” You joked when you noticed his oblivious fixation.

He chuckled softly. “I don’t know. I think you’ll need to join me in my apartment for a further evaluation.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Your hands shook as Javier led you up the stairs to his apartment with heavy and hot gazes towards you, almost to make sure you were following him. Like you’d ever want to leave with the promise of getting laid. He seemed to be antsy like you, fumbling with his keys and having to take a deep breath before unlocking his door. But once you stepped over the threshold, all possible nerves promptly left his body as he pinned you to his wall and kissed you passionately. You whined as his hands wandered until they gripped onto your ass, grinding his clothed erection against you.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you, hermosa.” He growled before latching onto the crook of your neck with his teeth.

“Then don’t.” You whispered shakily, palming his bulge which elicited a low, deep groan from him, the noise causing a pang of arousal to resonate through your entire body. You wanted to hear more, but Javi grabbed your wrist.

“So eager, babygirl. Want me to make you come again that badly?” He chuckled mockingly when you nodded. He led you to his bedroom, sitting you down on the edge of his bed with his lips latched onto yours. “Wanna feel those pretty lips around my cock.” He hummed as he unbuttoned his jeans. Your eyes widened and mouth watered as Javier took his cock out, thick and long. Obviously his jeans had hidden its actual size, you didn’t know if you’d be able to fit it inside. “Think you’ll be able to take it?”

“I’ve just never had someone as big as you, Javi.” That seemed to make him smirk with pride.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll go easy on you. First, at least.” Javier gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, suddenly feeling intimidated by his domineering stature; but it only turned you on even more. “You wanna suck my cock, princess?” You smiled in reply, licking your lips and leaning forwards to lick up the small bead of precum gathered on his slit, the action making him hiss softly. Making sure to keep eye contact with him, you licked the underside of his cock from base to tip, wrapping your lips around the head and suckling on it gently. “Oh, you’re a tease, huh?” You yelped as Javi grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled harshly, taking advantage of your surprise and shoving his cock in your mouth. You instantly tried to relax, sucking on him until he let out a lovely moan. “That’s it. That’s it…good girl.”

His praises and moans went straight to your core, making you even needier than before. He sounded so pretty. Even if your jaw started to ache, you wanted to keep hearing his breathless noises of pleasure. You made a pretty picture, Javier thought. Your lips and tongue around his cock, looking up at him with tears spilling out the sides of your eyes whenever he hit the back of your throat, your moans of exertion causing a delightful vibration. He wouldn’t last much longer like this. He needed to fuck you. Now.

You gasped as Javier pulled you off his dick, kissing you roughly before removing his shirt, your lips upturning in a smile as you admired his body. “Clothes off and lay back on the bed for me, sweetheart.” He ordered, and you had no problem obeying, might’ve even been a bit too eager, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Your face flushed with heat as his gaze fixed on your breasts, licking his lips and smirking. “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous, baby.” You giggled as he pounced on you, sloppily kissing you while positioning himself in between your legs.

You bit your lip as Javier rubbed his dick in between your slick folds, gasping as the head nudged your clit. “Want you inside me so bad, Javi.” You whispered, one hand cupping the side of his face and the other bracing yourself on his shoulder as he started to slowly push in. Your head fell back to the pillow beneath you with your mouth open in a moan, Javi fully sheathing himself inside your velvety walls.

“Fuck, babygirl.” Javier groaned, his brows furrowed, trying to restrain himself from plowing into you right away. He had a vice grip on your hip, while his other hand was groping your tit. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck me harder, Javi, please.” You whined, canting your hips upwards to try and get more friction, but he roughly pinned you down with his hands.

“Ain’t gonna last long if I do that.”

“I don’t care. Please.” You begged, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. Javier growled as he pulled out of you, flipping you over on your front, head down and ass up, pushing himself back in your pussy harshly, setting a cruel pace. “Fuck!” You groaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull in a pleasured haze. He fucked you hard and slow, each thrust making you jerk and cry out every time he hit the ends of you, a loud slapping skin against skin noise echoing through his entire apartment. You’d be surprised if his neighbors didn’t come banging on his door telling you to keep it down.

“You like this better, slut?” He mocked before letting out moans of his own, the new position one of his favorites, that much you could tell.

“Yes. God, yes, Javi!” You started to prop yourself up on your elbows, but Javi pushed you back down, keeping your face pressed against the pillow.

“Keep your fuckin’ head down.” He demanded, grunting loudly with every thrust. “Anything else you wanna complain about, sweetheart?”

“Can you…can you spank me, please?” You couldn’t see him from your position, but he grinned, followed by a couple hard slaps to both your ass cheeks, making you moan in appreciation. You could tell he enjoyed spanking you, since he did it often, your skin throbbing and raw but it felt so good. His grip on your hip he used as leverage started to turn painful as opposed to the pressure it previously felt, just knowing you’d have plenty of marks afterwards, and you couldn’t wait to see the masterpiece of bruises he left on your skin in the morning.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re making it real difficult to keep it together. I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer.” You lifted yourself with your arms, trying to turn yourself on your back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I wanna watch as you come.” You smiled sweetly. Now how could Javi deny you when you looked like that? He allowed you to turn over, then he sat up on his haunches and wrapped your legs around his waist. He looked so fucking angelic from this angle, looking down at you with a pleasure ridden face, the sweat coating his body making him shine, his hair disheveled and a dark look his in eyes. The sight paired with his ruthless thrusts, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you, made your second climax of the night get closer and closer, you could almost taste it. 

Javier watched as goosebumps rose all over your body, your nipples hardening and your walls clenching around him tightly, signaling you were close. If it weren’t for how close he was as well, he’d surely have an arrogant smirk on his face from how drunk you were getting off his cock. “You gonna come for me again, querida?”

“Yes, Javi!” You cried, your body starting to shake uncontrollably as the first shock waves of your orgasm washed over you. “Oh my god, fuck, I’m coming!”

Javier let out a strained moan as your walls pulsed around him, soaking his cock and your face contorting in pure euphoria. He couldn’t resist grabbing ahold of your hand, giving you an anchor to ground yourself as you came down from your high, additionally giving him something to hold on to as he started to reach his own climax. “Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside…” You whispered breathlessly. “Come inside me, Javi. I want it. I need it.”

Javier grunted loudly as his warm ropes of cum painted your walls, his muscles tensing and soft whimpers escaping his mouth as he stilled inside you, panting as if he’d just run a marathon. He surprised you by kissing you softly, then your chin, cheek, and finally your forehead. Much more tender than he previously was. You almost whined at the loss of contact as he laid beside you, immediately lighting a cigarette, offering you one, but you politely declined, claiming you had your own. Instead, you slightly sat up in the bed and pulled out a joint from your bag, smirking to yourself as you knew he’d throw a fit.

You took glances over at Javier as you lit up your joint, resisting the urge to laugh as his eyes widened at the smell, immediately snapping his head towards you with furrowed brows. “Are you really smoking grass in front of me right now?” He scolded. “Seriously? You lied to me.”

You smiled. “What’re gonna do? Handcuff me?”

His eyes darkened, setting down his cigarette in an ashtray and leaned over to hover above you.“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You only replied by taking a puff of your joint and blowing the smoke in his face. You whimpered as he kissed you hard, biting your lip until he broke skin. “You know marijuana is a gateway drug?”

“Oh, shut up!” You chuckled, putting out your joint so you could focus on kissing him. “You really gonna arrest me, Javi?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, just…just don’t do it around me, alright?”

You raised a brow playfully. “Oh, so this wasn’t just a one time thing?”

He didn’t meet your gaze. “I mean, not if you want it to be. I was going to ask if you wanted to, ya know, do this again sometime?” He spoke softly, looking back up at you with a hopeful expression.

You giggled giddily, feeling like a teenager who just got asked out by your crush. The grin that stretched across Javi’s face at your reaction made your heart thump in your chest even faster. “Of course, Javi. I’d love that.”

“Good.” He smiled, kissing you one more time.

You smirked. “Hey, maybe you could use your handcuffs on me next time.”

“Whatever your heart desires, querida.”

fuck sake

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[pimosworld]

Read it again- part I

I wanted to start a list of recs that I find myself going back to when I’m happy or sad or just in need of something to distract me from the crazy world we live in. This will be multiple parts so consider this the first installment. These will be old/new/current wips and fics.

Please head the warnings in each fic or series.

Triple Frontier

The devils backbone- @ezrasbirdie

Feed your ego- @whatthefishh

War makes thieves and peace hangs them- @brandyllyn

Messy Pile of Affection Series- @flightlessangelwings

The homecoming series- @astroboots

Awakening Series- @romanarose

Switch to channel 2- @autumnleaves1991-blog

My best friends girl- @tropes-and-tales

Moon Knight

Prized possession- @melodygatesauthor

Third ones the charm-(part I, part II) @missdictatorme

Egg Fried Rice- @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

The Jake problem- (part I, part II) @bensolosbluesaber

For science- @projectionistwrites

Joel Miller

Pink- @netherfeildren

The checklist- @thetriumphantpanda

Trick or Treat- @morallyinept

Meet me in the back- @atticrissfinch

Honey do- @kiwisbell

Take care of you- @theidiotwhowritesthings

Javier Peña

It’s never too late- @javierpena-inatacvest

Paranoid heart- @goodwithcheese

Late night texts- @undercoverpena

D.I.Y.- @swiftispunk

Please comment and reblog the authors works that they pour their time, heart and soul into.

Feel free to leave a comment with your favorite re-read or message me directly to include in future installments.

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[chaotic-iguana]

how about a five where Javi rejects the reader, so the reader like gets really sad, but one day Javi hears she is going on a date (is not true, Murphy made it up) and he rushed to her apartment and confesses and reader is like ?? What are you talking about, super angsty but super fluffy? Pleaseeee

Out of time | javier peña x f! reader 

summary: javi rejects reader. repents like the idiot he is. (i love him) he is a FOOL in love. fight me. 

wordcount: 2.1k

warnings: rejection, angst and fluff, hurt and comfort basically, happy ending. 

A/N: i got you, anon. this promt is the perfect apology for the last one. repentance fr. love u ALL. let me know what you think. also nothing against “hippies” just giving murphy pov. i do however as an indian have a  bone to pick with fake white yoga gurus. it’s gotta be appropriation. 

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Javi had never been heartless before. Never been cruel before. Now, as you pointedly hunched over your desk in an effort to ignore the chortles and cheap jokes that kept sounding from the men crowded around his desk as they all stood around a nameless note someone -you- had slipped onto his desk. 

He laughed boisterously with them, before crumpling the paper in his fist and dropping it into the bin next to his chair. You refused to so much as raise your head and look his way, feeling the crushing wave of heartbreak sweeping through you. It wasn’t until you felt a tear on your cheek that you realised that you had started crying, and so you muttered an excuse about getting some coffee before rushing to the bathroom and sobbing in a closed stall. So much for Valentine’s day. 

It wasn’t until the end of the day, when you saw him walking your way in the parking lot, that you met his eyes. And you could see, with the set of his jaw; the arch of his brows, that he knew. Before you could scramble into your car, he was yelling after you. 

“Is your new hobby being extended to everyone or did I win the lucky draw? Cute note.” 

Oh, that bastard. 

You scoffed, looking him straight in the eye. “Call it a moment of weakness, Peña. Thought I felt something for you, and it was Valentine’s day. Pretty sure all I feel now is rage, you asshole.” 

A laugh from him. “Don’t be like that, hermosa. Let me know if you feel something between your legs for me, alright?”

Scowling, you turned from him and got into your car. You could have sworn he looked like a kicked puppy as you pulled out of the parking. These past few weeks, you had caught him looking at you more often. Finding excuses to touch you more often, too. A hand on your back, fingers accidentally grazing yours, his knee pressed against your thigh in Murphy’s backseat. Fucking idiot. You didn’t even know if you were madder at him or yourself. You know him. All of fucking Bogota knows him. God knows how you were foolish enough to think he felt anything except for between his legs. 

A few months go by, excruciatingly slowly. It’s as if time itself has decided to fuck with you. You miss his gaze on you, his hands, his smile, him. You’ve been avoiding him like the plague. Stopped looking at him even when he was in the same room, hardly spoke to him even if it was in the middle of a raid, declined Connie’s many many invitations to parties you knew he’d be at. It was just easier to pretend that February the 14th had been a completely normal day. You’re just tired of all of it. It would have been easier not to have said anything at all. 

What you were completely unaware of, however, was that you had a sneaky little shit for a partner. The fact that he had clocked what was going on immediately was completely unbeknownst to you. Both of you pining silently with what Steve dubbed “moony heart eyes”, the radio silence, and the fact that you had stopped talking to Connie just so you didn’t have to show up to her parties? Something had gone wrong. Initially, Steve thought that maybe Javi had made an unwanted move on you - and had damn near scuffed him to death - until he saw Javi’s eyes the next day. Haunted. It seemed that you had managed to take more out of the man than Escobar had. But you weren’t faring much better, either. Irritated and tired and grumbly all the time, refusing to so much as look in Javi’s direction. But you both were pretty much just staying out of each other’s ways, not causing any trouble, so he let it go. For now. 

But then Steve and Javi had to chase a lead down together, and Javi introduced him to an informant who - with a little imagination - looked like your spitting image. The same hair, terrifying similar voice, and a lopsided grin, just like yours. And it clicked. The day that had started it all, and the “anonymous” note Javi had gotten. The idiocy with which you both had handled the situation made him want to run unarmed into a sicario’s den, but he came up with another idea instead. 

Just before a weekend he knew on good authority that you had no plans except for lounging in bed, he started nudging and hinting to Javi the randomest shit about you. Just to reignite the interest. Almost like, you know - bait. 

“Man, her hair looks good. I wonder if she got it done?”

“Hey Peña, d’ya reckon that’s a new skirt? Connie’d kill me if I didn’t ask where from”

“Javi - look - she got her nails done. Before an op? Doesn’t that get a bit…impractical? Hey, I’m jus’ asking.” 

Each time, Steve was met with an irritated eyeroll, scoff, or just flat-out ignored. But around midnight on Friday, he ‘bust out the big guns’, so to speak, making an offhanded comment while jutting his chin out in the direction of your chair. 

“Good thing she left early. Never woulda made it to the date tomorrow mornin’ otherwise.”

Which, instead of being met with the usual options, was met with Javi’s brain almost short circuiting. The sight of his friend, gaping like a fish as his eyes practically bulged out of his head while he stammered out the easiest one-syllable word in the English language is one Steve can never forget. Or let Javi forget, either. 

“W-wha-what?”

And so, like the most devious matchmaker on the planet, Steve proceeded to make up some utter bullshit about a boy he’d supposedly seen you around with, one that had apparently asked you out tonight to meet him for ‘brunch’ tomorrow. Just to fuck with Javi, he made the guy from LA, and a tourist. And white. And the kinda hippie who did yoga and spoke about his newly-discovered chakras all the time. 

Javier could feel the blind panic clawing at his chest, his heart threatening to burst. He didn’t know exactly why, but he had hated every single second you hadn’t spoken to him. Laughed at his jokes. Flashed him your smile, even the sarcastic one. He missed your quips and the way you groaned and swore at him when he pissed you off. He’d convinced himself he could live with that. But this? A date with some idiot he knew wouldn’t treat you right? He couldn’t understand his own feelings compelling him to pack up in a frenzy, ignore Steve’s pointed laugh, scramble into his car and drive straight to your apartment. He didn’t even stop to smooth his hair back, or fix the wrinkles in his shirt from slumping in it all day. No, all that mattered to him in that moment was you. Who was he kidding? He knew exactly why he felt the way he did. He’d just been under the illusion that ignoring it would make it go away, but it hadn’t. He had to fix this now. 

Standing on your doorstep, Javi blinked for a second while marveling at how fast that drive had been - he’d barely registered doing anything since he heard the word date come out of Steve’s mouth. Hesitation clamped a hand over his mouth, his body, and he stood frozen, unsure of whether to knock or just turn around. But if not now, never, right? And who knew how long he would live? Wasn’t this a time he should be getting what he wants, spending time with the people he…loves? 

Before he could overthink himself out of doing it, Javi raised his fist and rapped it against your door, twice. And when you opened the door, rubbing your eyes and standing there in your sleep shorts and an oversized shirt, it took a second for his brain to catch up. It wasn’t until you were squinting at him, then stumbling over nothing as your eyes widened that he realised where he was. The hurt on your face in the split second before you moved to close the door had him jamming his foot in the doorframe. 

“Just hear me out, hermosa. I promise if you want me to fuck off after that, I will.” 

After waiting for you to nod and open your door wordlessly, he stalked after you, further into your apartment, stunned by how homely it was. The walls had pictures of you and other people laughing, of art and paintings and sketches that seemed to all have been done by the same person; the sofa was a rich brown leather and the fluffy throw on it just a shade lighter. Everything was carefully coordinated, in color and texture, and he couldn’t help but note the contrast. Some of his stuff was still in boxes. He’d been in Colombia for longer than you, and his stuff was still in boxes. The difference was laughable. 

But when he heard a sniffle from ahead, he found himself walking faster - practically walking into you - before he was planting his hands on your shoulders to turn you around to him, and then gripping the sides of your arms as if they were his salvation. His eyes searched yours, and the heartbreak he found as you tried to look away threatened to make his knees buckle. So he hooked an index finger under your chin to tilt your head up to him, resting his forehead against yours. Moving his thumb to smooth out the furrow in your brow, he huffed at the stubborn frown that refused to budge. 

“I am sorry. I truly am. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to react. I want you, and I did then, too. But I just…didn’t think it was real. I swear I thought you were joking at first. It’s why I let the guys see. Then I saw you in the parking lot, and you were actually sad, and I just panicked. I just don’t think I was ready back then. But I swear to God, I can’t bear another six months of the cold shoulder. I love you, you know. I’ve just been too much of an idiot to realise it.” 

For a whole minute, you just stare at him unblinkingly. Then, suddenly, your face crumples, limbs slackening in his grip. He holds you through it, letting you sob into his chest as he coos reassurances and apologies to you until you pull back from his embrace to look at him questioningly once more. 

“Why now?” Your words make Javi smile, and he cocks a brow at you. 

“You really thought I’d let that idiot take you out before I told you how I feel?” 

You look even more confused now, which is confusing him in turn. 

“Wait, what idiot?” There’s no twinkle in your eye - no smirk tugging at your lips. Not a joke. 

“The one who…asked you out?” Javi cocks his head at you, watching your frown deepen. 

“Who?” The absolute befuddlement on your face is on the verge of making him snigger, and he feels his lips twitching already. 

“The-does Murphy know? That you weren’t busy tonight?” His overworked mind supplies the answer to him, and he has never more in his life wanted to punch and hug his other partner simultaneously. 

“Oh, yeah. He asked cause Connie wanted to know if she could come over? I guess she must have gotten caught- oh. Oh.” Javi gives you a moment to reach the same conclusion he did, and both of you end up bursting out in laughter at the same time. 

But Steve was the one with the biggest grin when, come Monday morning, a bottle of premium whiskey and a brand new watch sat on his desk with a little note: 

Well played, motherfucker. 

What is it they say about couples adopting each other’s habits when they get into a relationship? Javi’d picked up your so-called hobbies within a weekend. 

You ended up spending enough time with each other to pick up everything else, too. Call it cliché, but atleast you weren’t boring. Or, you know, going on dates with imaginary guys that existed only in Steve’s extremely limited imagination. Win-win. 

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[talaok]

Okay, so I have a cute idea. Pedro and reader go to a bar and accidentally drink a little more than they wanted to, and now they are walking home together, leaning on one another and giggling the whole way. Maybe they have their first kiss or something. idk, im giving you creative freedom on the last part.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: cutest request award

that last glass of wine had had its effect

Your brain felt lighter, like the crimson liquid had relieved some of the effort from your head

Your vision was fuzzier, unfocused in that familiar way as a soft buzz flowed into your ear

The pavement ahead was still damp with rain, and some water had gotten into your shoes, but you didn't care, you didn't care as you leaned onto Pedro, onto his strong, warm arm, as you looked up at his own glossy eyes, veiled by that sheer cloak of alcohol flowing through his veins

He was still laughing at something you'd said, and you didn't even realize that you were doing the same,

You couldn't even remember what the joke was. Something about... rain or... something

"We're gonna regret this tomorrow" he said, amusement still spilling from his lips

"I'm sure you will, old man" you snorted, hiding your face into his arm to shield from his reaction

"Old man huh?" he chuckled "Is that the way to talk to your elderly?"

"oh please" you snorted, smiling up at him as he feigned offense "I'm sorry sir, that was very rude of me, please forgive me"

The corners of his mouth twitched into a soft grin

"With that smile, I don't think anyone could ever not forgive you, sweetheart"

He did that sometimes, said something sweet that made you forget all about what your lungs were made for

Once again, you shielded your heating face from him by nestling impossibly close to him, feeling his warmth seep into you

He had a body that made hell seem cold

"You're a douchba-"

but before you could speak the very kind words you were about to speak, you had taken a step and found yourself ankle-deep into something that upon closer inspection, was indeed a puddle

You had stepped into a puddle.

Your feet were drenched

You-

You burst out laughing

"oh my god- sugar" Pedro was gripping your arm, bringing you back to dry land as he stifled the need to laugh too

"I-"

You were pretty sure you were about to pee yourself from how hard you were laughing, your eyes were shut close, you had one hand on your face and one on Pedro and then-

and then your feet stopped touching the ground

"Wha-" 

He had picked you up, bridal style, and all you could do was swing your arms around his neck as a reflex "what are you doing?"

"it's clear you're in no condition to walk, so I'm taking matters into my own hands"

And he said it so calmly too, like it was the most obvious thing in the word

"you're taking matters into your own hands?" you mocked, cocking a brow as you bit your bottom lip to try not to laugh

"I am" he nodded,

"You're gonna carry me all the way to the hotel?" you couldn't help but smile now,

smile with amusement and joy and drunkness and... and something else

"What, you think I'm too old for that too?"

You snorted now, your head falling to his chest 

"maybe" you mumbled, your mouth on his steel pecs as you looked up at him

And there was something in that, in all this- not in the fact that he was carrying you like a damsel in distress, not the fact that you were dizzy, not in any of that- there was something in the intimacy of this moment, of the lightness that came with it, how natural it all felt, how... perfect it felt

And he felt it too, you could see in his eyes, that he too had felt time stop, the entire world stop to let you have this moment, this precious instant

"y/n-"

But your lips were already on his, your lips were already on his and nothing mattered anymore as he gripped your shoulder to push you incredibly closer to him, wishing he could engulf you and never let you go, praying for this moment to never end

finally

the only word inside both your heads

finally

He was such a good kisser, his mouth, his beard, his lips, his everything just-

The problem was that he thought the same about you, and maybe if you'd been less of a good kisser, or if only he hadn't spent the last six months fantasizing about this... then maybe he wouldn't have dropped you

"shit-"

Well not really dropped you, he just... forgot to hold your legs, that's all

Only of course, he was there to rescue you as your feet hit the ground, making sure you didn't fall

A soft, honest laugh rumbled from your chest as you dropped your forehead to his

"I'm sorry" he murmured, his hands on your waist "I- I got- distracted"

Again, you could only laugh, this time as he joined

"you got distracted?"

"Yeah" he chuckled

"wanna get distracted again?" you smirked, watching his eyes pan to your lips

"please"

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