#javier pena dark fic

[mypoisonedvine]

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

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

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 || 6.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You what?” he snapped.

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

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

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

“I— just one pill,” you whimpered.

“What was it?”

“I… I don’t know for sure…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your heart sank with guilt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't what, sweetie?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Though very little, you shook your head.

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

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

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

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

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

Your thighs clenched together and he smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wanna come, baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, can I?" you whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even though you somehow felt guilty, you nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes!" you sobbed.

"Can't take all this?"

"Yes, Tio, please—"

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

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

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

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

"For what?"

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

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

You whimpered as you nodded. “Please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your cock," you clarified.

"Whose cock?" he taunted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I— please—"

"Shh, you're doing so good…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lick it off— good girl, like that…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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THE HOUNDS OF HELL

written with @milla-frenchy

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x Steve Murphy

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

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

Word count: 4,3k

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

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

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

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

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

Both of them were handsome and seemed nice.

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

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

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

Steve stayed at the table nursing his beer.

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m better now. We can go...”

“Great. What’s your address, baby?”

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

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

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

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

“No wait, I don’t-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are we?”

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

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

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

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

“Lemme help you,” he said, smiling.

***

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

“You’re gonna drive me home, right?”

“Sure, baby”, Steve replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You saw yourself nodding, without really controlling your response.

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

***

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

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

“Fuck, hermosa…wanna eat you so bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stuff her pussy with me, Javi.”

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

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

You felt him push the tip in and you gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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Thank you for reading!❤️

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PART 2

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Little Bunny

Javier Peña x you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry?”

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

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

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

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

It did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s.”

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

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

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

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

Baby.

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

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

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

“Peña.”

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

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

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

“Why’s that?”

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

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

“So take me home then, Peña.”

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

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

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

“How old are you again?”

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

“Mhmm,” he moans against your skin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who was winning at this game?

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

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

“Javier,” He gasps his own name.

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

You’d teased him enough.

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

“Hush and open your throat.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[pedroshotwifey]

To the Flame chapter 6

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Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Chapter tags/warnings: smut, piv sex, breeding kink (kinda, more like territory kink), possessiveness, oral (f receiving), talk of m oral, pwp, manipulation, rough sex, rough oral sex, nipple stimulation, squirting, stuff I'm definitely forgetting, dirty talk, manhandling, stupid amounts of making out/kissing

Chapter summary: You arrive at your new home and spend some quality time with the man of your dreams

A/N: Hey y'all! Hope we're still liking this story! Gotta be honest, 90% of this chapter is pure smut lmao. Can't go wrong there! (or can we?) Thank you for putting up with my bs and for staying tuned while I get some more served up!

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Javi’s house is almost exactly what you had expected it to be. It’s not too big, and not too small. The Spanish style home is tucked back behind some woods in the middle of a small plot of land, which is apparently owned by his father. 

There’s a pasture on half of his property filled with cows, which he tends to in return for living in the house. It’s peaceful and cozy, reminding you of the man who lives in it. 

It doesn’t take long for you and Javi to haul your things inside, placing your clothes in his room, and any extra belongings in a hall closet. Your stomach makes nervous flutters the entire time, keeping you giddy with happiness despite your current situation. 

Within just a few hours, you’ve gotten engaged, and have moved out—well, been kicked out, but it sounds better the other way—of your house and into Javier’s. It seems like a dream come true when you really think about it. 

You fiddle with the ring on your finger as you bite your lip to hide the smile that’s creeping across your face. It’s absolutely the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen, and it fits you perfectly. How did he even figure that out? 

It’s a simple ring, but intricate enough to hold anyone’s attention. The plain, gold band comes up to mold into a thorny vine design near the top, where it holds the perfect sized diamond. Not big or obnoxious enough to be gaudy, but keeping on the delicate side. 

You also appreciate the way the vine design doesn’t continue all the way to the bottom, instead flattening out so that it doesn’t make you uncomfortable if it scratches or digs into your skin. It seems like Javi really thought this out, on top of knowing that he was going to marry you one day. Never have you experienced something so romantic in your life. 

As you’re staring down at it, completely enamored with your thoughts, Javi comes up behind you. He admires the piece of jewelry over your shoulder, putting one hand carefully on the side of your head to pull you to him so he can place a kiss to the opposite side. 

“It’s so pretty, Javi,” you tell him without taking your eyes off of it. You hadn’t gotten a good look at it until it was on your finger and Javi pulled back onto the road, and you’ve been in a trance since then. You lean into him, finally looking up to see him gazing adoringly back down at you.

“You deserve pretty things, pretty girl,” he says, wrapping you in a hug as you lean your head into his chest. He sighs and rests his chin on your head.

“I hope you know we’re not going to be able to have a big wedding at first, but I promise you that we will when the time is right. I want everything to be perfect for you, bebecita.” 

You smile at that. You don’t mind that you can’t have a ceremony. You know that he will keep his promise, and you’ll get the fairytale wedding you’ve always dreamed of one day. He would do anything for you, he told you so. 

HIs hand comes up to your chin, and you allow him to tilt your head up to capture your lips in a slow kiss. He slips his tongue between your lips, gently licking into your mouth in a way that makes your entire body light up with the sensuality of it. 

Sparks jump in your belly, and you can feel wetness seeping into your panties. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your body responds to his touch. You moan into his mouth and bring your arms up to circle his neck, leaning on your toes to deepen the kiss until it feels like you’re trying to consume each other. 

Javi lets you push him backwards to the couch, keeping his mouth on yours and pulling you back with him as he takes a seat. Your thighs bracket his, and the position immediately reminds you of just last night, when the two of you had been in the back of his truck, you giving your body to him for the first time. 

Is it weird that you already want him again?

You decide it’s not as you start to grind down on him, and Javi definitely agrees with that assessment by the way he groans into your mouth. 

“Shit, baby, lay down for me. Gonna do this properly this time,” Javi pulls away from you to say, his lips still close enough to be brushing against yours. 

You eagerly comply to his request, letting him place you down on your back across the seat of the couch. He takes his position above you, giving you a few more teasing kisses before he starts to trail down your body. 

Your eyes widen as you realize what he’s doing, a gasp tumbling from your swollen lips as he sharply nips at your neck. His hands are slithering up your shirt, and you subconsciously arch your back to help him get it off you. 

He grabs hold of the hem and raises it up until your stomach and your breasts are exposed, his mouth worshiping each inch of skin as it’s revealed to his greedy gaze. 

“So pretty and soft for me, sweetheart.” 

Javi’s lips are so close to your skin when he says it, that you can feel the moisture from his breath. You whine and wiggle, trying to get some friction somewhere. Your nipples are almost painfully hard against your bra, and you wish he would take it off. 

“Please, Javi,” you beg, bucking your hips up while simultaneously trying to keep your hands planted on the couch. He didn’t give you explicit instruction to keep them there, but you see the game he’s playing, and you know he would if you moved them right now. 

The look in his eyes can only be described as feral, fed by the carnal desire to have you above all. Seeing your struggle, he reaches his hands up again, and you lift up so he can undo your bra and then pull it off. 

As soon as the article hits the ground, his hands are on you, fondling your breasts and thumbing over your erect nipples in a manner that makes you keen. You close your eyes as he moves up enough to seal his mouth over one of the buds, sucking and flicking his tongue harshly. 

You moan his name wildly as he grasps you so that you’re unable to move, stuck with nothing to do other than take the assault on your sensitive flesh. You feel a heat stirring between your legs—which you didn’t know was even possible without direct stimulation—and when Javi lets one hand sneak down to rub tiny circles on your clit at the same time as he bites down on you, you’re coming undone in a matter of seconds. 

You’re distracted enough by the blinding pleasure to be almost unaware of Javi pulling his mouth from your breast and snaking down even lower. His thumb stays on your clit as he spews bouts of encouragement your way. 

It’s only when he removes his hand and pulls your pants and panties down that you open your eyes again to watch him scoop up your thighs, and dive into your cunt like a starved man. Your hands immediately fly to his messy hair, already damp from his efforts. 

Javi moans into you as he tongues in and out, not wasting a second before going full force, alternating between your overstimulated clit and your weeping pussy. You’re getting light headed, your entire body heating up as he begins to pull another orgasm to the edge, just waiting for that one push. Just as you think he’s about to give it to you, he pulls away, breathing heavily as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. 

“You have no idea how fucking good you taste, sweetheart,” he says, and you don’t know if you’ve ever heard him say anything with so much conviction. 

Despite the crudeness of what the two of you are doing right now, you feel your face flush at his words. He licks a quick stripe up your seam before coming up again, and you almost come untouched at how much this look puts the last to shame. You’ve heard the term “pussy drunk”, but this might be your first time truly seeing it. 

“Maybe I’ll fuck you with my cock and make you taste yourself on me after I make you come, would you like that, baby? See how god damn sweet you taste?” 

Your jaw completely drops. You didn’t even know he could talk this dirty. You just keep getting luckier with this man. Your head nods frantically before you can even think about it. Javi chuckles lightly from between your thighs. 

“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” is all he says before dipping down to continue feasting on you. 

It only takes a couple of strokes for you to be coming on Javi’s tongue, though he moans and squirms enough for it to sound like he’s the one getting his second orgasm today. He only pulls away once you’re whining and tugging on his hair from the overstimulation. 

For a moment, he looks like he’s going to get up and strip, but you see something flash across his eyes, and he just reaches down instead. Your head falls back as you hear the sound of his zipper going down, just the thought of him fucking you naked while he’s fully clothed makes your cunt pulse with need. 

You look down, and your mouth goes dry when you see that he doesn’t have any underwear on. He keeps his eyes on yours even though they’re trained on where he’s pulling his thick, throbbing cock from the opening in his dark jeans. 

Your eyes flicker back up to his as he lines himself up, wasting no time in pushing into you. Your jaw goes slack at the stretch as he leans over you completely, putting his palms on the couch on either side of your head as he sinks in all the way. Your own arms wrap beneath his to cling and claw at his back. Just by his body language and the hungry look he’s giving you, you have a feeling you’ll need something to hang on to. 

Somehow, it feels even better than the first time. You feel stuffed to the brim, but also complete. Like Javi’s been your missing piece this whole time, and now that you’ve found him you feel whole. When you’re staring into his big, deep, brown eyes, you see nothing but adoration for you. Lust. Love. 

And it’s in this exact moment that you know you’re in love with him. 

Javi hisses as he rears back enough for just the tip to remain inside you, and he captures your lips in a feverish kiss as he thrusts back in, already nailing your g-spot. You gasp and he steals the air from your lungs. You can taste a hint of yourself mixed in with his saliva, and you had no idea until this moment that something like that could turn you on so much. 

He quickly picks up the pace, and you find yourself too weak to do much more than whine and moan for him, much less continue kissing him. Javi brings one hand up to hold your chin and make out with you even though you can’t reciprocate. You don’t mind, the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth is an orgasmic feeling in itself. 

You just focus on breathing through your nose, keeping a hold of the man who’s sending you up the couch with his cock, and the feeling of his thick tip pummeling into your most sensitive spot. Your entire body is shaking with the intensity of the sheer force he’s slamming into you with. 

There’s a strange but good feeling starting to tug at you someplace between your pussy and your abdomen, making your desperate sounds come out wobbly in addition to being smothered by your fiance’s mouth. 

He makes a strangled noise and suddenly moves on to sucking the skin on your throat. You wonder if he can feel the way you’re tightening around him in anticipation as this new feeling grows and spreads. 

“J-Javi,” you warn, unsure about what’s happening. You almost feel like you need to pee, but this sensation is far more intense. 

He must not hear you, because his pace doesn’t falter and he doesn’t look up at you. He just keeps jackhammering his hips to yours and sucking hickeys on your already-sensitive skin.

It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because you’re already feeling that coil snap, crying out as you tighten like a vice and gush all over Javi’s dick. 

It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, your body tensing as you ride out what has to be the longest orgasm you’ve ever had. You barely even hear Javi talking to you through your foggy mind. It’s like you’ve been transported to another place completely, a place where you can only feel pleasure. 

“Such a good f-fucking girl, squirting all over my cock like that,” Javi praises as he nudges your chin up to make room for more sloppy kisses. 

As you begin to come down, you can hear the steady slapslapslap that comes from where your bodies connect, each collision now aided by your juices and Javi’s heavy balls smacking against your swollen cunt. 

It’s a disgusting sound in retrospect, but it turns you on even more when you hear your whines and Javi’s grunts blended into it. You can tell he’s starting to get close by the way he isn’t pulling out as much, and his noises are becoming more frantic. 

“R-remember to p-pull out,” you breathe into his ear just in case he forgot. He, again, shows no sign of having heard you. You must be speaking even quieter than you thought. 

“Javi, please pull out,” you say, louder this time even though it’s a task to do so through your exhaustion. This time, he hears you. 

“Please, baby, it’ll be f-fine, gonna marry you, let me come in this pretty cunt,” he says, though you’re unsure of the correlation between those two things. 

“No, Javi, it’s not safe.” 

He’s pumping himself harder and faster, getting up to the edge. 

“Buy you–fuck—buy you a plan B,” he grunts, his voice strained. 

“No, n-not this time. C-can’t risk it,” you squeak, clawing at his back as he pushes you even further up the cushions. 

You hear him mutter a curse as he pulls out just enough to grasp his dick and splatter rope after rope of cum on your damp stomach. You let out a breath when he finishes and lays back down on you, his cum spreading between your sweaty bodies. 

You’re both breathing heavily, trying to come back down to earth. The ceiling fan above you is spinning slowly, pushing just enough air your way as you close your eyes and toy with Javi’s curls where his head is resting on your chest.

“I love you, Javi.” 

You don’t know why you say it, well,you do, but you hadn’t known the words were even on your tongue or even on your mind. They just slipped out without a thought. Javi tenses against you, and you feel a ball of dread drop into your stomach. 

Was it too soon? Does he not love you back? Are you being too clingy? Too immature? 

When he looks up at you, your breath caught in your throat, there are tears in his eyes along with another emotion you can’t quite place. One corner of his lip twitches, like he’s resisting the urge to smile too hard.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he says, obviously a little choked up. 

You grin at him as he climbs up again to kiss you, this time soft and slow, with care. 

“Going to take such good care of you,” he promises when he pulls away.

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

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

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

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

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

⚡Owned (ficlet, age gap)

Series

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

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

One shots

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

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

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

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

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

Other characters/fandom

The free world Mo, a former inmate, saves you. You get to know each other and learn to live with your respective wounds

Dividers by @saradika and @cafekitsune

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[lokischocolatefountain]

i take my whiskеy neat my coffee black and my bed at three you're too sweet for me

-too sweet, hozier

It’s about him, your honor:

and what if i wrote about my married!javier snuggled up in bed thinking of how his partner is too sweet for him but indulges in her anyway? what then?

#I know im in my Joel era and this song could fit him too #but Javi is my og in a way #and he was think whiskey guy before Joel came in and took his pills with whiskey #and I have a Javi x reader series where reader is too sweet for him #but as time goes by she adapts to his dark kind of life #satan give me the strength and motivation I need to write this fic #fic inspo #javier peña #writing inspo #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x reader #javier pena narcos #javier pena x you #andrew hozier byrne #too sweet #hozier #unheard ep #unheard hozier #pedro pascal characters #javier peña narcos

[smuttyfantasyfics]

Deal, My Little Whore?

Pairing / Dark! Dad’s Best Friend x Reader

Warnings / Non-Con, Drug Use, Reader calls Javi Tio (uncle) (Let me know if I missed any!!)

You don’t know how it happened. Your dad had warned you about these men, told you about the work he had done to keep the streets safe. His partner had warned you about them too, Javier Peña had taught you how to defend yourself if you ever had to. 

Your dad and Javier had been working together for as long as you could remember, best friends and the best team, he was your tio, though he wasn’t related to you he’d been in your life for so long. 

So how did you have these two men in your life, both of whom made you aware of the dangers of their world and somehow you still ended up here. 

You sniffed hard, barely even flinching anymore at the feeling of coke up your nose. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t come here again, everyone knew Escobar ran this place, you knew your dad and Javier had been trying to find it for months. 

And yet here you were again. 

The place was packed and you were wasted, the coke entering your system wasn’t even necessary at this point but you couldn’t say no. You were aware of the hands on your hips, aware of the cock against your ass and yet you were too high and too drunk to push him away. 

You didn’t care enough to push him away either, the more coke you did the more you wanted a quick fuck. Three months ago you wouldn’t have dared to fuck somebody you didn’t know, no feelings involved, no dates to lead up to it. 

That was before you met Vanessa and you were introduced to this life. By the time you had known she was one of Escobar’s girls you were too far in, night after night she took you out, held the coke under your nose and the booze to your mouth. 

You moaned as you felt the hand on your hip slip under your skirt, fingers moving your panties and rubbing across your wet pussy. You reached back, freeing the man’s cock from his pants, not caring that you were stood in the middle of the club, not caring that people could see you. You guided the man’s cock to your pussy and moaned loudly as he slammed his cock into you. 

To your left you saw movement and turned to see Vanessa grinning at you as she lifted a key to your nose, a line of coke ready for you. As the man continued slamming to you, you leaned forward and took the coke from her, snorting it into your system and feeling a rush straight away. 

You barely remembered getting home that night, coked out of your mind with cum between your legs. You were shocked that you’d been able to hide this from your dad and Javier but then again they had been busy in the office lately. Escobar was keeping them too busy to pay you much attention. 

And that’s how it went for months, every night you’d find yourself in the club, unable to say how much coke you’d taken, barely able to walk, wetter than ever taking whatever cock was closest. 

You were bound to slip up at some point. 

“Out all night?” Javier asked as you walked into the kitchen, catching you off guard. 

“Tio,” you gasped, thighs tightening as you felt warm cum pooling against your panties and hating being in such a state around him. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Got sent home, thought I’d check on you.” Javier told you, frowning as he ran his eye up and down your body. “Good thing I did.”

“I’m fine, tio.” You insisted, forcing your feet to move as you tried to walk to your room. 

Javier was having none of it though, standing in front of you he grabbed your chin in between his fingers and forced you to look at him. 

“The fuck is this shit, Y/N?” He demanded, his other hand coming up to rub at your nose, your heart in your throat as you saw little specks of coke on his finger. “You’re fucking high?”

“M’sorry Javi.” You pleaded with him, hating that disappointed look on his face. 

“You’re sorry?!” He spat and you barely suppressed a cry as he grabbed your arm and dug his fingers into you. “Have you learnt nothing, you stupid, stupid little girl!”

“Javi.” You whimpered, the booze and coke a deadly combination in this situation as you tried to think of how to get out of it. 

“You watched me and your dad kill ourselves to stop Escobar and you’re what? You his little whore now?!” Javier shouted, forcing you against the wall and you cried as you slammed into it. 

“Not his whore, tio.” You whined, head falling against the wall as you looked at Javier through half lidded eyes. 

“Yeah?” Javier asked and you went to nod before he cut you off, his hand roughly cupping your pussy causing your eyes to fly open. “What’s this then? You sure look like some little whore with a pussy full of cum.”

“Tio,” you gasped, frozen at his rough hold.  “M’sorry, Javi, please I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry?” He spat, grabbing your arm again and throwing you against the counter, your chest digging into it. “Bebita, you will be sorry.”

Before you could catch your next breath, you were crying out. Javier’s hand slapped painfully hard against your ass causing you to let out a loud cry, tears filling your eyes instantly. 

“Tio,” you began but your pleas were cut off by a stinging slap that echoed around the room. 

“This is what you want, huh? To be filled with coke and cum and treated like a whore?” Javier spat, his hand coming down again and again on your ass as tears made their way down your cheeks. “Look at you, such a pathetic little bitch.”

His words had you crying harder, a mess of apologies leaving your lips but it was no use. 

“Look at this shit,” Javier snarled as he finally gave your ass a break to shove your panties down, his fingers dragging harshly across your pussy as he collected a handful of cum. “My little girl, so smart, so fucking clever, and she throws that away for some pathetic cock.” 

Javier turned you around, pressing himself against you to hold you in place. You went to open your mouth, went to beg and plead with him but before any words could come out Javier had shoved his fingers inside your mouth, the taste of your cum mixed with a strangers forced into your mouth, choking you as Javier forced his fingers as far in as they’d go.

“That’s what you want isn’t it, you little whore.” Javier mocked, forcing you to taste the cum before he pulled his fingers out. 

“Tio, please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” You promised but Javier was beyond listening. 

You gasped as his fingers wrapped tightly around your throat, your airways suddenly cut off and you couldn’t do more than let out a few choked panicked noises. 

Javier didn’t care though, his little girl has disappointed him. Gone was that promising smart kid and instead he was left with a coke hungry little whore. 

Javier didn’t let up on your neck as his other hand freed his hard cock from his tight jeans, thankful he regularly chose to forgo underwear. He wasted no time in shoving the length of his cock into your pussy, groaning at the tight warmth that encompassed him. 

Your eyes were wide, shaking your head as little as you could as tears fell down. 

“No?” Javier asked with a laugh in his tone. “No baby girl, you don’t get to say no, you’re just a little whore now, aren’t you?”

Javier slammed into you with no mercy, finally letting you breathe and listened to the sounds of your cries and begs as he fucked you. 

“Tio, please, m’sorry!” You repeated over and over again despite the fact your pussy was soaking wet. 

Javier ignored you, fucking his whole length into you and letting your cries carry him over the edge until he was filling you up with his cum causing you to let out a choked sob.

“You ever think of letting anyone else cum in my pussy again and I’ll hand you over to the DEA myself, you hear me?” Javier threatened and you stared at him wide eyed in disbelief. “Can’t do it, you coke hungry little whore?”

You hated to admit it but he was right, you’d been on coke for months now, taking it every day. You needed it. 

“You want coke, baby?” Javier asked, his voice softer than it had any reason to be considering his cock was still inside you. 

“You can have all the coke you want but this pussy,” he told you, emphasising his words by thrusting deep inside you causing you to cry. “But this pussy is mine, we got a deal, my little whore?”

More tears fell from your eyes, wondering how you’d ended up here. It would have been unthinkable months ago, you never would have imagined Javier, the man who had been in your life for as long as you could remember, the man who you called tio, to put you in this position, to not help you but instead use your problem to do this to you.  

When had he changed so much?

When had you changed so much?

“Deal, Javi.” 

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[nerdieforpedro]

When Our Time Meets

Javier Peña x plus size ofc

Summary: The rides to work are wonderful and could lead to something more but tragedy strikes. Can a new path forward be forged?

Notes: This is the darkest thing I’ve written to date. Please review the warnings carefully if you decide to enjoy the work.

Fanfiction 18+

Masterlist/ Javier Pena Masterlist

Warnings: allusion to smut, mentions of sex work, mentions of violence, actual violence and descriptions of body parts, SA (sexual assault), cursing, PTSD, drug use (illegal and legal), weapon use, self-esteem issues, self-doubt, stalking, breaking and entering, intimidation, murder/self-defense, fluff near the end

Javier’s rides with Rosa were never long and always from her apartment to work or from her apartment to Steve’s house where his wife Connie insisted, they had dinner to bring some sort of normalcy to their lives. The DEA agent knew she worked at the hospital with Connie and was a nurse, but what Connie did, he didn’t remember, and he knew Steve would be mad that he didn’t remember.

The short chats, mainly about nothing, gave Javier a sliver of hope that after they caught Escobar, there might be peace and more chats like this in Bogota and Medellín, there wouldn’t be bodies in the streets or houses and so many gunshot wounds and drug overdoses in the hospital where Rosa worked. She was pleasant, he normally saw her in pastel pink scrubs and on occasion, in a flowing dress for those dinners. They never clung close to her body; he could tell that she was thick which wasn’t bad, not bad at all, Javier wondered at times what it would be like to wrap his himself within her softness between her legs or breasts. What sounds she would make, what expressions would she give him, what would they talk about the morning after?

Javier was used to prostitutes and other women who only came for sex, word was around about him and his skills in a bed, hood of a car, in a bathroom stall, your childhood bedroom, wherever you could pin him down or pin you down if you want. Some of the sex workers gave him a discount, he still paid they full price, it did make his chest puff out that they offered. Javier however still need time alone with his thoughts which is why he never had anyone stay the night or vice Versa. He needed a strong drink and puffs on his cigarette to try and blur the images he saw daily, bodies mutilated, mothers, brothers, fathers, sisters, sons and daughters crying for their loved ones who had died. On the same token, there were those who hated that the police and government that were coming after their folk hero, Escobar. That damn demon.

Rosa though, was someone neutral who he could ask silly things like what books she reads and what she does on days off, he noticed that she didn’t mention any boyfriend, girlfriend, or husband. She sometimes mentioned different meals he may want to try cooking, that were simple, not that he was going to cook much anyway, what sides they would pair with. He would pick her up in the evenings when her shift ended and drive her home, otherwise she would walk. The nurse insisted she was fine, but Javier knew all too well, it could change instantly.

Sadly, it turned out it did change.

Rosa had been in a relationship two years prior with a man who she felt she may settle down with, however, that changed the day she came back to her apartment and found drugs on her kitchen table. She had cursed her boyfriend out and threw him and his drugs out, it got physical, and she couldn’t go to work because of her injuries (busted lip, bruises, dislocated shoulder, and internal bleeding). Eventually she recovered, she only told Connie after she had dropped by her place and saw her injuries. Connie all but forced Rosa to give the man’s name and information to her husband Steve. The nurse did but Steve was only able to find out that yes, he had indeed gotten into bed with Escobar’s gang and no he was not in town thankfully, though Steve would check from time to time to try and make sure he hadn’t come back for her. Rosa focused on getting healthy and back to work, which she did. And the car rides with Javier were fun though she thought odd when he first offered, but since that bastard had stolen her car when he left, it did make it easier to get to from work most days.

Javier recalled the first dinner where he met Rosa. A flowing red dress enveloped her body as she stood to shake his hand, a warm smile on her face. No makeup, still beautiful, gentle hands with a strong grip. Her dark hair was in an updo, spreading out from the top of her head like a pineapple, that made him chuckle. Her honey eyes seemed suspicious of his grin, but she didn’t give any signs that she was the least bit uncomfortable with him, but not particularly interested either. This made Javier even more curious about the woman before him. Had Steve or Connie mentioned his rather expansive history to her, and it turned her off or was it something else?

“Hello, I’m Rosa. Nice to meet you, Connie and Steve have told me a lot about you Mr. Peña.” She chimed. Javi shook his head and smiled back. Did they now… What exactly did they tell her? Is it because she’s a friend of Connie’s that they would cockblock him? Steve would if Connie said so. That’s what love does to a man, sounds almost as dangerous as the cartel.

“No, no the pleasure’s mine and please hermosa, call me Javier or Javi. Mr. Peña is my father.” He chuckled, the four sat back down to eat. What they talked about he didn’t remember, he just stole glances at her from across the table laughing at whatever Steve just said, he’s not that funny, Javi knew that. The night was uneventful, the best kind. Connie’s casseroles were passable per usual, but Rosa had brought a chocolate cake with cream cheese icing. Javier ended up licking that icing off his fingers. Rosa couldn’t look away especially when the DEA agent struggled to get the icing out of his mustache, she offered to help him wipe with a moist napkin. Javier happily obliged guiding her hand to his facial hair. It was a moment that didn’t go unnoticed. Steve pulled Javi aside.

“No. You have so many other women, they literally come to you. She is Connie’s friend. No Peña.” His parter said sternly. Steve knew why it would be bad for Peña to bed her. His partner could likely get under Mother Teresa’s habit and have screaming for The Lord her savior. But not her, not after what she went though and not while they were close to getting Escobar. Steve had to have extra security for his wife and the baby due to threats and increased violence. Javier rolled his eyes but agreed, it would honestly be for the best. Acquaintances they would stay until Javier wasn’t able to pick her up after work. They did?! Damn it to hell, but he’s not wrong. Fine.

It was three months later, Javi arrived in the evening to the hospital to pick Rosa up. He gave it 15 minutes and then went inside, asking after her. Most hasn’t seen the nurse but two of her co-workers came over to him, looking worried.

“You’re the guy who picks her up in the evenings right? Could you check on her? We’ve called but she either doesn’t answer or when she does, her voiced is hushed like she doesn’t want someone to hear her talking.” They explained, they mentioned it to their manager, but all they were able to do was to call the police and have them do a wellness check. The police were far busier with Escobar and the rampant violence and drugs. The pair further explained that it had been a week since they had last seen her.

Driving over to Rosa’s apartment was easy, he cursed the entire time and made sure he had his badge and that his gun was loaded. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What could have happened?! Rosa doesn’t go anywhere…that I know of. But she would have called, she’s responsible, irritatingly so that she gets me lavender oils from time to time. It just makes me think of her before I go out for the evening to drink and work away some frustration. If anything’s happened to her, the fucker better pray he’s dead.

Rosa enjoyed her rides with Javier, sometimes she would tease him by calling him “Agent Peña” or “Javier” and a sour look would appear on his face, like he sucked on a lime. Talking with him was one of the only enjoyable times she had spent with a man in the last two years. She did advise him to get more sleep and gave him oils and teas to help, he always took them, but she wasn’t sure if he used them or not. She remembered asking him if he didn’t sleep due to nightmares, she tried to think of him having PTSD from the things he’s done, things he’s seen and who knows what else. There were nights where she thought about letting Javier in, she was well aware of his reputation, and she was curious about two weeks ago and asked:

Javier pulled up to her apartment building, “Cariño, I have a collection of those oils, you don’t need to get me anymore.” Mainly because I’m thinking of you when I put them on my chest and jerk myself off after I drop you at home. The curves under those scrubs, I want to grope them and have you moan and scream for me. “Have a good night, okay?” Javier looked forward at her apartment building, he knew she lived on the third floor and if his eyes spent any more time on her, he might be fully hard instead of a manageable half which he could pull his shirt over.

Rosa lingered. She squeezed her soft hands into fists and looked up Javier who usually didn’t look at her when got in the car or got out. It was odd, but she was getting a free ride, so she didn’t ask about that. “Javier,” his face got that sour look again, “did you want to come up for some dinner? I have some left-over rice and tamales my neighbor taught me how to make. I think they taste pretty good; I could use a second opinion.” She sheepishly asked the agent, looking up from her fists to his mustache that was hanging above an ‘O’ his mouth had made. He had his sunglasses on like always so she couldn’t see his dark brown eyes she only saw on dinners with the Murphys or on the two times they had went out for dinner and gotten some delicious tapas and the other time and enchiladas. I always remember my time with Javier so vividly, I wonder if he does the same? Maybe not. I’m a friend of his partner’s wife. I’m not sure why he still gives me rides, we chat sure but never about anything important. I should have just left it…

“Si hermosa. I could get a bite to eat.” Peña turned the car off and stepped out of the car, walking around to open the door for her, ever the gentleman. The first time he did it, Rosa told him he didn’t have to, which Javier took great offense to. He told her as long as she’s riding with him, wait for him to open the door. He was not some pendejo, he was a lot of things, but not that. Rosa laughed and took him at his word. He was one of the few people she knew she could. She got her keys out and open the outer apartment door and they walked up to her apartment.

“Sorry for the mess.” Rosa muttered before opening her door, she was trying to remember if she had cleaned on her last day off, her mind was blank. Thankfully, there was only her laundry basket on her coffee table with her basic navy-blue panties sitting front and center a top the pile of clothes. She removed her shoes, set her keys and back down and swiftly went for the basket. Javier followed suit and removed his shoes too and locked her door. He didn’t like how flimsy it was, he was going to have to look into what kind of lock he had. He could see it, he didn’t know the name. He would check when he got home so he could buy it later this week. Peña had seen the panties and smirked, watching her try to take them into her bedroom. Her apartment was small, but tidy except for the laundry. There were books along the walls and some on the table, she did have some plants in the window, pictures of family, friends and the Murphys were on her walls and shelves. I wonder if I’ll be in one of those frames one day. That would be nice, to be a part of something, of someone’s life, so much so they want to remember. I haven’t thought about that since….fuck. I should eat and leave otherwise…

“It’s fine Rosa, you’ve got a nice place, like you bonita. Not the normal shade of blue you wear though.” Javier chuckled and hung his jacket up. The apartment smelled like her, soft, clean, slightly like disinfectant he assumed from working at the hospital so much. I want to know what she smells like otherwise, this I’m familiar with. Getting her mixed up with my fingers and…

Rosa blushed slightly and nodded. “Thanks. Sit anywhere. I’m just going to get plates and heat up the food.” She clapped after emerging from her bedroom and headed to the kitchen. Javier motioned to follow her to the kitchen area, but she shooed him away. “You drive me all the time, so it’s fine. Please sit and relax.” Her hand touched his bicep and she squeezed, the nurse hadn’t meant to, but it was an arm she had such racy thoughts, more often as time when on. She stepped back and quickly reached for the plates, exhaling the breath she had held in. Javier stepped back and sat on the couch, satisfied that the woman who seemed to be immovable as far as his attraction appeared to be feeling the same, he wasn’t entirely crazy. Only a little bit.

The nurse heated and plated the food in silence, trying to think of anything to talk about. He poked fun at her underwear but that was kinda funny. Wait… He knows my favorite blue is royal blue. I shouldn’t have invited him in, this was a bad idea. I can’t treat the man like he’s a piece of meat. Just because…I would like to, but he’s a person. A very nice, handsome, sensual – that voice of his… Rosa lost her concentration and left part of the foil she used to wrap the tamales on when she heated them and a loud bzztt came from the microwave, she turned off, but Javier had already popped up and was behind her, grabbing her by her shoulders and pulling her back. She yelped and fell back onto Javier, her wide and plush backside crashing into his hips. Javier let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a moan. Rosa stiffened because she felt it. It was throbbing and pressing between her cheeks, only barred by Javi’s jeans and her scrub bottoms. “You alright hermosa?” He asked, almost panting, it was getting to be too much, he was going to have to get out of here or… “Rosa, are you okay?” She hadn’t responded to the first question. Taking a step forward, she just nodded. Rosa wasn’t sure what sound she would make if she opened her mouth, she felt moisture between her thighs and she knew she had been startled but not so much to pee herself so that left…Him talking to her, asking her if she’s alright, no she is not. She turned and saw him with his hands on the small island of her kitchen, his chest rising and falling. Her eyes wavered down his slender waist and then his crotch, she caught herself and gulped.

“Javier…” She expected the sour face, but it didn’t come. Maybe he can’t focus enough to make his usual one, his face was contorted in pain, his brow had sweat dotted across it. “I…sorry I left the foil on, I think. Um…should we eat?” I have to pretend like I don’t notice, play dumb, focus on food. It looks huge, like too big. Is he spreading all of Bogeta open with that….I want it. He’s not a piece of meat damn it! I invited him in to eat….eat food. Food. She removed the plate from microwave, took the rest of the foil off, popped it back on. “We can start eating the rice.” She said flatly with her back to Javier.

The willpower on this woman. Dammit to hell…Fuck Murphy. I need to know. Javier stepped around Rosa and stood in front of her, he took both hands and cupper her face. “So soft, hermosa, have you never thought about being with me? Not even once. I’m not saying tonight but any night or day. I want to make you cry with moans and be in your pictures holding you in that blue dress you like. I prefer the red though, makes you look like and apple that’s going to drip around my mouth.” Peña spoke so rapidly, that Rosa only caught parts of what he said. His dark brown eyes showed her that he was serious, that he meant every word he said. That scared her, that type of determination to have her had only been shown by one other man and he hurt her, damaged her.

“Javi. Javi I do want to but could…could we just take it slow?” Rosa asked, her eyes tearing. She loathed that she was scared, scared of love, scared of his desire for her. Javier had given her no reason not to be. He was kind, funny, smart, smoked too much, drank too much, honest about both and already been more reliable than any man she had dated previously. She would need time, she thought she had healed but clearly, she had not. “I’m so sorry. I just…” Her hands slid over his, “I love you, Javier. I’m a bit out of practice so just be patient.” I’m a coward. I just can’t let him in, not yet.

Her lie was evident to Javier, but he knew better than to push her, he would wait. He didn’t do well with waiting, even on stakeouts, if Steve wasn’t there with him to keep him calm, he’d rather go in and tear the place up, it took too long. Peña had found someone to bide his time for. The pair sat down and ate tamales and rice, chatting about books and more things that had nothing to do with what they had just said to each other. He did help Rosa wash the dishes, after many protests from her. She walked the agent out, but he made sure to touch her hip softly and kiss her cheek, then her lips softly. Javi knew he couldn’t linger, he would want her plush body against the door, melting into her and he just said he would give her time, though the nurse’s hand did grab his collar, she let go, smiling weakly as she told him good night. I wanted him to stay, am I ready? Or not? This is so confusing. I do know I want those lips again.

One week ago, Rosa had come home and gotten ready for bed per her usual routine. There was a knock at her door, and Rosa assumed it was one of her neighbors and peered through the peephole. It was him. He was back, he said he wanted to talk. She told him that if he was still working for Escobar, there was nothing to say. Fuck him. Rosa walked away from the door and got a knife from the kitchen. She didn’t want any guns in her house, they scared her. She saw what they did to the bodies of those that were shot. He left for now and Rosa contemplated calling Steve or Javier but wasn’t sure if they would even be able to come. She knew who they were chasing and what a cost it came to them personally, she wasn’t sure about Javi, but she knew from Connie that it’s why there was an unmarked car outside their house every night and sometimes during the day. Rosa found Javier’s card he had given her with both his office number and his personal one written on the back, it made her smile and she put it in one of her scrub top pockets. He seemed to be a kind man but a darkness shadowed him rough edges required for his job but what was really underneath? Rose sighed and decided it wasn’t for her to know, right now, she needed to worry about her safety. She would give him her answer later, there’s time. The nurse didn’t sleep much that night and awoke in the morning and went to work per usual, Javier picked her up and dropped her off. Their banter was a bit more playful since they had revealed their feelings for one another with her touching Javier’s arms and him touching her thighs in the car, nothing was ever too much though, they were in public. If anyone was going to see Rosa uncoil, it would be Javier when he had her to himself.

Rosa’s ex-boyfriend had been watching her be dropped off by Javier one night after work, seething that she was with someone else. Not only had she humiliated him by actually kicking him out and leaving injuries on him (not as severe as hers) but he was relegated to grunt work for Escobar’s enforcers, a gofer. Since he got beat up by his own woman, why should he be trusted with any heavy lifting, they scoffed and mocked him. This bitch also had the nerve to not only turn him away yesterday but also be riding in some other man’s car? He saw the way that man was looking at her, the way she laughed, a full laugh where she moved her whole body, he hated it. They were clearly fucking, likely in the car on the way home from work. He had only planned to scare her into taking him back but now his abhorrence for her overtook him and he dropped the flowers he bought for her, no longer needing them. He bided his time until the wee hours the morning. He waited until a clueless man held the door open for him and he entered, heading to apartment on the second floor, the locks had been changed but now he was good at picking them. Once inside, he went into her bedroom where she slept, watching her, he would wait, wait until she was awake for work, but it turned out to be a day off so she slept in until late morning, even better because that meant most of the people were out of the apartment building at work.

Rosa yawned and woke in the morning, getting up to use the bathroom and brush her teeth, she also washed her face. She hasn’t brought her knife in with her, still thinking about if she should mention it to Javier the next time for work. She chuckled to herself as the thought of their conversation yesterday, he said that he finally tried the baked chicken with cheese and broccoli and it was good, he just should have used more seasoning, he hadn’t been sure how much to use. Rosa had laughed and told him to season it to suit his taste, but he told her he’d rather know what her tastes were as far as seasoning. It made her blush and Javier grinned, teeth flashing from under his mustache. She told him that she would make it for him sometime and he could see then, he agreed, and they parted ways.

“I wonder if Javi would peppers and onions in it. It might be better with beans then…” she mused to herself drying her face. Footsteps came toward her and she shivered, praying that she was just paranoid, but in the mirror, she saw him. Staring right at her seething.

“Cocinas para ese cabrón? Eh! Eh! Rosa?!” He screamed, grabbing her and shoving his gun in her face. “For that fucker….he’s been in here with you on that bed hasn’t he?” He pulled her hair back so she could see him in the mirror, he enjoyed seeing her so scared, thrives on it. “Le chupaste la polla y lo dejaste follar, ¿verdad? Eres una puta.” Rose shook her head. Javier had walked her to her door a few times but never came inside. But he knew about him? Has he been following her? But when?

“No, never. He just takes me to work and back. Por qué estás aquí? Por qué?” Rosa cried. She had prayed last night before going to bed she was wrong. He would have just left, he hadn’t been here for 2 years, why come now? She reached behind her to try and hit him, scratch him, anything to distract him so she could run, but it only made him more angry and he hit her with the handle of the gun and pulled her toward the bed. That’s where the true nightmare began. He violated her, made her cry and slapped her for being so loud with her screams. He put the gun to her temple and told her he would pull it if she kept on with her crying. She told him to do it since this was a fate worse than death.

He stared at her, was she always this headstrong? To where she wouldn’t break? And what did she mean that death was worse than him? Was it the guy in the car, was it another? Was it something else entirely? He clicked his teeth and took out a small baggie, and snorted the white powder within, and went for her again, this time leaving bruises and some scratches. He went to the kitchen to eat and took the knife that she had and set it on the counter, he made himself a sandwich and kept himself awake for four days while he alternated violating her, eating and snorting more coke.

The fifth day lead into the next week, Rosa had called out at work Friday, Monday and Tuesday. When asked about why she needed so many days off and if she was okay, she paused. That asshole was standing behind her with his gun to her back and her knife to her throat. As much as she had told him to kill her, Rosa didn’t want to die, not like this. The nightmare continued but she was waiting for an opening, she knew even coke heads crashed eventually. It happened after he had snorted and violated her again. He tried to stay awake but crashed, Rosa took the opportunity waited until the late morning, she turned up her music, blaring it from her speakers to where it made her ears hurt. I need it to stop. It must stop. But…I’ll be a killer…damn him! Fuck him to hell!

She didn’t hear the banging at the door or her name being called, she focused and breathed in and out, focusing on breathing. Rosa stood over her rapist on the bed, pointing his own gun down at him. She pulled the trigger and kept pulling, her arm seared with pain from the recoil. Rosa kicked his body over to make sure he was dead, see that his chest wasn’t moving, there were pieces of it scattered on the bed and at her feet. Six shots at point blank range.

Javier kicked down the door, she wasn’t answering calls and loud music was coming from her apartment. He feared the worst, he hadn’t started a relationship with her for this reason, he was going to wait for her. Let her have her time. The DEA agent wasn’t prepared for what he saw, sweet Rosa beaten and blooded, in her own and now blood splatter from her nightmare. She kept clicking the gun despite there being no more bullets. Javier approached her slowly, hands raised, he reached down to turn the volume all the way down on her speakers. The loss of noise startled Rosa and she jumped, nearly filling off the bed, Javi braced her fall, and they sat on the bed together, his arms wrapped around her, cradling her, she hadn’t let go of the gun.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you Javier.” Rosa whispered, dropping the gun. “I should have, and I ignored it, I thought about it and I should have. Then I…this…it…I killed him. There’s a gun in my house and drugs…Por qué Javier? Por qué!” She started to sob, tears that had been beaten out of her the first two days gushed from her eyes, Javier just held her, stroking her head. There was no way he could tell her she was okay, she wasn’t, not after something like this and not in this world with Escobar still at large. His kind Rosa, who he had only seen laugh, scrunch her face sometimes and the one time he’d seen her cry with what he thought were tears of joy. She didn’t deserve this, no one deserved this. Was it because she knew him? Who was this guy? He should have changed those locks sooner.

The next few hours were a blur for Rosa, at some point, Javier called Steve who spoke to their boss, and it was decided after checking the surrounding apartments, that they would get rid of the body, Rosa ended up at the hospital, undergoing tests, assessments and blood draws. It was the first time she was a patient, she found that she had a fractured clavicle and ribs and well as sprains and bruising to her pelvis and tears inside of her from that man’s drug-fueled rage. She asked if her family could not be called and it was good to see her coworkers, they brought gifts and food. Meanwhile, Connie fought with Steve about where Rosa should stay, obviously not in that apartment. Steve didn’t really have any good options, but she’d be in the hospital at least a week. Javier spent time looking into the bastard Rosa had shot dead. He was only vaguely related to Escobar; it appeared as more of a domestic violence case gone worst case scenario. He beat her before and stole her car, only to stalk her before return to get his revenge. Javier was angry that he was dead because he couldn’t torture him and kill him himself but more than that, he hadn’t wanted his Rosa to attacked, beaten, and violated. He only wanted good things for her.

Wait…his Rosa? Javier Peña, if you thought you couldn’t before you definitely cannot now. She’s as vulnerable as a person can get. She is healing physically and who knows if she’ll ever recover mentally. He pushed the longing deep within himself, and visited Rosa in the hospital, she was happy to see him and he her. They chatted about the silly pleasantries they did before, but her black eye and busted lip reminded him that it couldn’t go back to how it used to be. Rosa dosed off while listening to Javier talk about how bad Steve’s Spanish still is. He kissed her forehead and left her room. He had an appointment to keep, he needed to get his mind off her quickly, so he stopped by a brothel, claiming to be looking for tips on Escobar but he needed to fuck his feelings away, though he couldn’t quite do that, it felt wrong given the state of things. So, Javier leaned more into work, drinking and smoking.

After a week, Rosa came to stay with the Murphy’s to recuperate. She helped Connie with the baby and did some light housework though both Steve and Connie told her not to. Javier drove Rosa to and from doctor’s appointments and physical therapy, they talked about cats, music, anything but real thoughts or feelings. The pair couldn’t, timing was off, they thought they had more but now it was broken. Steve noticed that Javi was getting heavier bags under his eyes, smoking more packs a day, and he was drinking more. He worried for his partner, but things came to ahead at another family dinner.

“The hell you are Rosa! It’s only been a month, a month, you can’t be alone.” Javier shot up and screamed. Rosa stated her case calmly and repeated herself.

“I’m going to move into one of the apartments near the hospital. It’s has a security system and some of my coworkers live there too.” They were solid reasons, they also meant that Javier wouldn’t need to drive her and would only see her at these dinners. She also wouldn’t have the protective detail that Steve has at his place for his wife. Javier didn’t like any of it. He did ask for a detail for her as well, but since she had ‘killed the paper-thin link to Escobar’ as the suits put it, Rosa was lucky they weren’t sticking her in jail for manslaughter, though she has an overwhelming case for self-defense. Javier walked outside and lit a cigarette, he was pissed. Angry at everything and his inability to be able to fix any of it. He knew none of it was in his control, but what else was he supposed to do?

Rosa followed Javier outside, she had debated whether to tell him. Things had been distant with him, understandably so, but she preferred their banter from before, not this hollow shell. She felt like Javier only saw her as another victim and not as a person, it was also why she was leaving the Murphy’s. She was getting stronger and able to do more but they wouldn’t let her. Next month she’d be able to return to work on light duty. Javier hadn’t taken her improved health well either, he said she should take it easy, relax. But when she was idle, her mind made her paranoid and recall what happened, she didn’t want that. Rosa wanted to forget too, but she wasn’t a drinker, smoker, and now had an aversion to anyone even mentioning sex. So usual vices were out. She needed to work, babysitting and cleaning wasn’t enough. Rosa also wasn’t sure if what they had discussed before this nightmare happened was still viable. Likely not, she was even more broken now then before. She often wondered if she had accepted and just went with Javier’ advances, if it would have even happened, could she have prevented it?

“Javier…. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Rosa said in a small voice, she truly was sorry. She didn’t want to keep anything from him, but it was all too much.

The agent huffed; he knew she didn’t owe him an explanation. “I overreacted. It’s your decision. I just worry, that’s all cariño.” He turned to face her slowly, dropping and snuffing out the lit butt with bottom of his shoe.

“I still should have told you.” Rosa sighed, it was her decision, but she still felt guilty. “I feel I owe you though. I know you’re going say you don’t, but I feel you do. You’re important to me Javier.” Her eyes focused on him; she had said too much. “It…I..” She stuttered trying to find the words. It wasn’t something she could easily describe.

Javier held her gaze, stepping close to her and holding her hand as he kissed her cheek. “I know. We’re at an odd place in this dance cariño. I want you to be safe, healthy, happy. I don’t think I can give you any of that, I can’t hold you back from so many good things.” His lips pecked her forehead, his chin settling on the top of her head. An arm snaked around his back, rubbing it.

“Hombre estúpido. You’re a good man Javier Peña. A good man for me. I just need more time. I want you to see me as a whole woman and not just…damaged.” Her head laid on his chest, tears started to form in her eyes, or felt like for the last month she had spent to much time crying in front of him, she felt foolish. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of time, but now isn’t it. I can’t. he needs someone who can support him and I don’t know if I can support myself yet.

Javier held her tighter, stroking her hair. He had to let her go, he didn’t want to though, he wasn’t sure if he could keep her safe, he never did get to try that baked chicken dish. “We’re all damaged cariño. I see you for all that you are. A strong woman who I never want to make angry that’s for damn sure.” Rosa laughed; it was the first time she had a real one in the last few weeks. Do I have to let her go? I don’t want to. I said I’d give her the time she needs, that’s still valid. Or was I lying to myself and her? What kind of man am I? Am I the good man she claims I am? Rosa’s arms linked around Javier’s back, rubbing his shoulder blades.

“You could never make me truly angry Javi. Frustrated maybe, but not angry.” She smiled through her puffy eyes and kissed his chin; she was short and round. It always did kinda piss her off that in order to reach those lips of his, she’d have to be on her tiptoes. Javier sighed, he wiped the wet streaks off her cheeks and kissed her forehead. The worst she truly could say was no and they he could say he at least asked.

“Have you signed the paperwork for the new place? If not, you can move in with me. That way I can keep an eye on you. I may even get that promised baked chicken.” Pena chuckled and squeezed her cheeks, cupping them and as finger traced her nose and lips. “Mira hermosa, other than being here with Steve and his wife, I don’t trust you being anywhere else. Rosa please, if only so I know you’re safe. What we talked about before…” Javi paused, trying to think of what to say, rare for him. He always knew what to say. “It doesn’t have to be because of that, I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore and if I can help, Por favor, de`jame ayudarte Rosa.”

The nurse hated it, she hated that she was going to cry again, her face was starting to be fore from all this crying. She shook her head and the agent let go of her face, dejected, but only manage a small frown. Rosa grabbed his shoulders and pulled him toward her and down so she could reach those lips of his finally. She was hungry and Javier obliged, their tongues dancing and his hands roamed her hips and back, when their kiss broke, the pair panted. “Yes Javier. Yes to living with you and I don’t want to wait anymore, I love you and I want to be by your side.” Rosa chirped and popped up to kiss his nose. Javier’s face lit up as he buried his face into her neck and shoulder, nipping at her gently. “Te amo carino. We’ll tell Steve and Connie shortly but let’s just enjoy our time together.” A hand ran through her ponytail as Javier stood back up looking into her irritated eyes, Rosa nodded and swayed in Javi’s arms.

“Our time together sounds perfect.”

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𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐄. A JAVIER PEÑA FIC.

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character

SUMMARY:   After being reassigned from Colombia to a small town in rural Texas, former DEA agent Javier Peña takes on the role of Deputy Sheriff to tackle a series of mysterious murders plaguing the community. As rumors swirl about a sacrilegious group lurking in the shadows, tension mounts among the townsfolk. Amidst the chaos, Javier finds himself drawn to Paloma, the sheriff's daughter, who captivates him not only with her beauty but also with her enchanting performances at a local bar. As Javier delves deeper into the investigation, he becomes increasingly entangled in the complexities of the case and his relationship with Paloma. Influenced by Ethel Cain's haunting album 'Preacher's Daughter,' Javier navigates a web of deceit and intrigue, uncovering shocking truths about the town and its inhabitants.

RATING:   18+ Mature topics such as sex, drugs, murder, the occult, religion, cannibalism and other triggering matters will be explored in this body of work. More specific tags will be listed on chapter posts.

DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS:   The Javier Peña referenced in this body of work is solely based off of the character that appears in Netflix’s Narcos and not the actual person. Very canon divergent and I will tweak things as I see fit to compliment the narrative of this story. While efforts have been made to be accurate in terms of canon timeline, a lot of details will be fictionalized, including the usage of the song(s) that Paloma will perform throughout the story.

CREDITS: @cavalierfou for graphic template

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[lavendertales]

Love in the dark: Part I

pairing: Javier Peña x wife!reader

summary: with the impending breakage of your marriage, you and Javier decide to step into couple counseling.

word count: 2.9k

A/N: the concept of a struggling marriage comes from Scenes from a marriage, but I thought hey, why not explore a post-Colombia Javi trying to have a normal life with his spouse? Contains angst so beware! Also, don’t mind my psychological dialogue, I’m trying my best lol.

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He looks around, slightly disoriented. It’s his house, his home, he should be able to recognize the setting, right?

Wrong.

He feels like a stranger. A ghost returning from its afterlife to see the misery of the present that had doomed him. The cigarette feels almost molten between his index and middle fingers, and the nicotine that stains the fingertips and the air suddenly asphyxiating.

So many fond memories in this house, yet the most recent ones are those he’d wish to forget.

He’s not sure when it all started to go downhill. All he recalls are happy times, someone who pulled him out of darkness and offered him a happiness he never dared dream of tasting. But as of late, his inner demons and fears returned, dragging him back into that fiery pit.

It wasn’t always bad. Quite the opposite: it was fun, sweet and intoxicating. She was that way, too. Not to say that she no longer was, but the continuous issues that drove a wedge between them often prevented him from seeing that anymore. He couldn’t blame her. She was just as affected and broken as he was, and she was probably tired of carrying the weight on his shoulders on her own.

But five years together is quite a long time, Javier reckons. A lot can change during those years, and a lot had changed. When he first met you, he’d never felt that kind of attraction towards anyone. It was a slow burn at first, something small waiting to be ignited, then it became the most intense flame that could’ve engulfed him in his whole life.

He breathed, ate and drank you. You were his all, his everything, from his reason to get up in the morning, to his reason for going to bed with a smile on his face.

Now… not so much.

He felt you slipping through his fingers for quite some time, but it was easy to get lost in the sea or anger-fueled orgasms, nicotine and alcohol to actually see it. Then, little by little, the arguments became a daily occurrence, the distance in between you larger, and each felt like they were married to a ghost of their former spouse.

Whenever you talked, it raised more questions and anger rather than providing any clearance, so eventually you stopped talking altogether.

One thing you agreed on was that your marriage needed salvation. Or at the very least, some closure if there was nothing else to be done. So you did your research and found a marriage counselor.

That didn’t really fly by Javier. Not at first, at least.

“Couple therapy, really?” he groaned.

“Marriage counseling.”

“What difference does it make?!”

“I didn’t say there was a difference!”

You bit your lips, taking a deep breath in before continuing. It felt like ages since you last had a normal conversation that did not trigger screams out of either one of you.

Not even those kind of screams, sadly.

“I don’t know what else to do, Javier,” you told him. “Clearly handling this by ourselves isn’t working and we ran out of options.”

Javier threw you a dirty look as you raised your hands, conceding to his glare.

“We have to fix this somehow. Would you please cooperate with me for this?”

Huffing, Javier agreed with a single nod. You were right. You had to give this a final shot.

That was two weeks ago.

Now, as he waits for you to come downstairs, he looks around the house that used to contain so many happy times and feels eaten alive by guilt, grief and immeasurable pain.

“Ready?”

Your voice startles him in the slightest. He puts the cigarette out, tucking his shirt into his pants and nodding at you before letting you walk in front of him.

“I don’t like this any more than you do,” you tell him, unable to stare back at him though.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“So we’re back to the ‘no talking’ agenda, alright.”

Javier huffs, opening the door for you and hoping you didn’t notice.

But you did. You always do. You just let some things slide for the sake of your own sanity.

The ride downtown, being quiet, allows both of you to contemplate on what you were about to do. There is nothing shameful about it, yet it feels embarrassing that you let it drag to that point. You are both problem solvers, big thinkers, and this is proof that even the brightest of minds need help sometimes.

He just couldn’t understand how it all went downhill so badly.

Seems like yesterday you and he shared your first kiss, innocent, shy, yet so hungry. Seems like yesterday that you went on your first date in Colombia’s crushing heat. Seems like yesterday that he took you to bed for the first time, making you feel like you were on cloud nine for hours on end. Seems like yesterday that he got down on one knee and asked you to do him the honor of being his wife, buying the house you had been living in for the past five years and making plans for the future.

Now the future just seems bleak, an inescapable dark hole for him to drown in.

Javier isn’t stupid. He knows his past issues and pain, carried all the way from Colombia, are still weighing heavily on him and that you unfairly had to carry as well sometimes. He knows that seeking refuge in alcohol, nicotine and, seldom, in you as well, is not a solution, but it’s all he knows. He also knows that he could’ve been by your side more, help you more when you were going through your depression.

Even though he’s not crazy about the idea, he hopes your solution brings some peace of mind to both of you.

He walks behind you as you both enter the building, heart in his throat. He’s barely gotten good at expressing his feelings with you, how is he supposed to open up to a stranger about the most intimate issues in his marriage?

He has to, though. He has to remember that he is doing this for the marriage, for you and him both.

You walk into the office of Ms. Lyndsey Pearson, with Javier behind you, sighing heavily and staring at the ground. You realize he’s uncomfortable, but it’s not like this is a picnic for you either.

“Mr. and Mrs. Peña, right on time,” she says and welcomes you in with a polite smile. “Have a seat, make yourselves comfortable.”

Would if I could, Javier thinks. He doesn’t say anything verbally though. So he sits on the couch, to your left, and remains brooding in the face of the situation.

“So,” Ms. Pearson begins, “why don’t you tell me the reason why you’re here today?”

You look at Javier and realize you’ve never seen him so closed off. You’re both out of your comfort zone, but at least you are more willing to give this a try.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he says, to which you roll your eyes. “Married couple goes to couple’s counseling…?”

“Javier.”

But Ms. Pearson smiles, crossing her legs in her chair and looking at him.

“What’s your personal reason for being here, Javier?”

He falls into a deep silence yet again. He struggles to find the words, but one look in your direction, noticing your unspoken plea written all over your face and he’s ready to give it a shot.

“This is a safe space,” Ms. Pearson adds. “We will work together to get some answers. But in order for us to get there, we need to take the first steps. So, Javier. Wanna start?”

He exhales with difficulty, like he’d been holding his breath ever since you so much as mentioned therapy.

“Fine,” he concedes. “All we’ve been doing for the past year or so is fight and… I’m tired. I’m tired of arguing, drinking so I could numb some of that pain and feeling like I’m in a rut.”

You scoff, causing him to look at you. “What now?”

“You left out the part where arguing leads to careless fucking that then turns to drinking.”

“Didn’t leave it out, but I thought our therapist shouldn’t hear about that.”

“No, no, it’s good to let it out,” Ms. Pearson seemingly encourages you both. “Safe space, let’s remember that.”

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and organize your thoughts.

“Is it easier for you to express your feelings in a physical manner, Javier?” Ms. Pearson asks.

Javier frowns, staring at her, and then at you.

“How do you know it’s not her that does that?”

“Good job, blaming your wife.”

“I wasn’t blaming you, I was—“

“Just—just answer the question. Let’s not get into this, I’m begging you.”

Javier runs his hands through his hair, letting out an exasperated huff.

“Yes,” he says, head still buried in his hands. “Yes, it’s easier that way, physically.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“It’s… just easier. It’s something that comes easy, natural for me. I know how to do things, I like to think I’m great at it, and… that’s it.”

You purse your lips together, almost biting them to prevent yourself from any snarky comment. It’s become a habit to be snarky, to hurt, intentionally or not. That, ironically and in return, was easier for you.

“You express yourself better that way,” Ms. Pearson concludes. “Where words fail you, sex comes in handy.”

Javier falters, but nods shyly in agreement.

“Is this how you always handle things, Javier? I don’t assume things were always like this in your relationship.”

“No, they weren’t.”

A trip down memory lane is the last thing Javier would’ve wanted. But he figures it was inevitable, going to a marriage counselor.

It aches to remember how good things were and to realize how fast they all went down the drain. It’s like you are two different people, shadows of your former selves, unable to distinguish the person staring back at you.

That’s probably why he began avoiding your eyes most of the time.

“How were things in the beginning, then?” Ms. Pearson asks.

“We met in Colombia, when I worked there. Everything was… dark and bloody and deadly, and… she was the light at the end of the tunnel.”

You hold your breath, fighting back tears. It’s been quite a while since you last cried, and it most often happened because—damn. Javier claimed he wasn’t good with words, yet whenever he expressed his feelings, it nearly brought you to tears.

Case in point.

“She was… my hope,” he continues. “My reason to stay alive and keep fighting.”

Ms. Pearson sees you looking away, fighting back tears, and her glare returns to Javier. His face isn’t hollow of regret either.

“Why are you speaking about your wife in the past tense, Javier?”

Silence. He’s never wanted to avoid an answer more than he does right now.

“You can say it,” you encourage him, your voice trembling in the slightest.

He turns to you, looking as if he were ready to start a fight.

“Say what?”

“You speak about me in the past tense because you feel like I’m dead to you.”

“That’s not fucking true.”

You turn to him as well. “Isn’t it? You say you feel like we’re in a rut, that I am the reason why you feel trapped in your hometown, and you resent me for it.”

“I don’t resent you.”

“Oh my God, would you stop lying!”

Ms. Pearson stares carefully at you both, not once interrupting. She notices the stiffness in both your bodies, the anger on your faces and the fear of saying any more definitive words.

“Would you just tell the truth?” you beg him. “That’s why we’re here!”

“We’re here because of what you want!”

You stare incredulously at him for a while, failing to recognize the man standing on your left. It seems the man you fell madly in love with had been long buried under a massive pile of resentment and anger—among other issues.

“We’re here because you wanted us to try therapy,” Javier continues. “I thought we should just call it quits, spare us more pain, but no, let’s go talk about the most intimate things in our life in front of a complete stranger to make things even more awkward and painful.”

“You agreed to come here, I didn’t force you!”

“That’s because everything I ever did was for you! Every single fucking thing in this life… it was all for you! Because of you!”

“Javier, have a seat.”

He didn’t realize he was standing up, yelling at you a bunch of nonsensical things. He’s not even sure whether he is actually accusing you of anything. He’s not even sure he’s going anywhere with any of that.

All he knows is that he’s tired and he wants things to return to their incipient state.

“Why do you feel the need to say those things to your wife in such an accusatory tone?” Ms. Pearson asks.

Javier sits back down, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans and avoiding your glare once more.

“I don’t—I don’t know. They just come out. It’s not her fault.”

“Apparently it is,” you mutter.

He doesn’t fire back. You are both equally responsible of the path your marriage had taken, and this is supposed to be an attempt at patching things up.

“Let’s put a pin on this for later,” Ms. Pearson says and calls your name. “How were things in the beginning for you?”

You take a deep breath, feeling your eyes get teary again.

“It was the happiest time of my life,” you say. “I fell in love with this… strong, protective and sexy man that makes me feel like I am the most important person in the world, like I am his world.”

Ms. Pearson nods, eyes on Javier for a fleeting moment, then back on you.

“I notice you use the present tense to talk about Javier.”

“He’s my husband and I love him.”

Your voice breaks as you say those things, and it tears Javier apart. You crumble as he stares at you with those large, puppy dog eyes.

“In spite of everything,” you tell Ms. Pearson, your eyes never leaving him, “he’s my husband. And I love him.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but all that time spent in Colombia is bound to leave some scars.”

“Yes,” Javier says, distraught.

“Have you went to therapy when you returned to Laredo?”

“No.”

“Do you think those years spent there, as you bared witness to all the heartbreak, pain and bloodshed, are still looming over you?”

He falters for a split second. “Yes.”

“Could that be a reason for the way you’re lashing out in this relationship?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now that we’ve established this, why do you think you’re here today?”

The eye contact you make with Ms. Pearson feels deadly. It pierces through your soul and clutches your heart in its harsh grip, but you don’t hide from it. You endure it and seek to emerge successful.

“As I said, I love my husband. I love him, I miss him… and I want him back.”

Ms. Pearson nods, scribbling something on her notepad.

“I want my wife back as well,” Javier adds sympathetically.

“And now we are all on the same page,” Ms. Pearson shows a slight smile. “That’s good. I take it you want to mend things as well, Javier?”

“Yes. It’s true she wanted us to come here, but it’s also true that I agreed. I want things to be okay again.”

“Very well then. Until we meet next time, I’d like for you to try and communicate to each other more openly.”

“How do we do that?” you ask. “Whenever we open our mouths, we end up arguing.”

“And fucking,” Javier leans in to whisper to you.

You stifle a giggle, and luckily Ms. Pearson slides over that remark.

“I have a tip that might help,” she continues. “In order to express your emotions better, start by saying ‘When you do or say this, I feel like’, and so on. Respond to your partner by saying ‘I hear what you’re saying, and I feel such and such’.”

“Okay, that could work,” you reply.

“So for instance, Javier might say, ‘when you make a suggestion without consulting me, it makes me feel such and such’. And then you can respond accordingly, ‘I hear you, and when you do this, this is how it makes me feel’.”

“We could do that, right?” Javier turns to you.

His face is soft and caring, like you haven’t seen it in a while, and it makes your knees weak. In that moment, you know he’s sincere and wishes to work on the relationship just as much as you do.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Yeah, we can do that.”

Easier said than done, though. And what you and Javier did best would not suffice.

Not this time.

next 

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x reader #Javier Peña x you #Javier Peña fanfiction #Javier Peña fic #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fic #narcos fanfiction #narcos fic #love in the dark series

[aurorawritestoescape]

Masterlist

All fics are explicit! minors dni!🔞

Series

BAD BLOOD - step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Summary: you want your stepdad and your step uncle offers to help

*****

KISS KISS BANG BANG - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (bank robbers AU)

Summary: Joel and you live a life full of risk, thrill and danger. Every day can be your last, so you savour every kiss and enjoy each other to the fullest. Can you survive this journey to your dreams?

*****

PERFECT STRANGERS - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: What would you do if you met a perfect stranger? Someone who understands what you've hidden deep inside your soul. The attraction is instant. It's perfect. What if you don't want to be strangers anymore?

One Shots

Hot shower -pre-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader pwp

Strawberries and cream- no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

Sweet remedy - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader DDLG

A Villain’s Monologue - serial killer!Joel Miller x f!reader dark fic

The Helping Hand - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader somno

Keep On Your Mean Side - post-outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader (written with @milla-frenchy) dark fic

Birthday Surprise - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller mfm

Jacket -no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader fluff

The Burglary - burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dddne, non-con

Flasher - flasher!Joel Miller x f!reader exhibitionism

Flower - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader dead dove, dark fic

Bad Girl - Joel Miller x f!reader x Tommy Miller (written with @milla-frenchy) dubcon

Morning Bliss - post outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader smut, fluff

Cockwarming Joel - blurb

Feed Me - Joel x f!reader pwp

His - dark!Joel x f!reader x dark!Tommy x m!OCs DDDNE NON CON

✨Always and Forever - post outbreak Joel x f!reader angst

✨Ribbon - Joel x f!reader pwp

✨Good Girl - Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

The Party - dark!Lucien Flores x f!reader non con

The Beast Within- dark!Ezra x f!reader dark fic

One shots

The Visit - Javier Peña x f!reader semi-public

Surveillance - Javier Peña x f!reader voyeurism

Series

The Hounds of Hell - Javi x f!reader x Steve written with @milla-frenchy

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

Watching You - Dave York x f!reader voyeurism

After Watching you - drabble

Flat line - dark!Dave York x f!reader dark, noncon

The Devil in Me - devil!Dieter Bravo x actress! reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

#pedro pascal #masterlist #pedro pascal characters #devil!dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #fanfic #ezra x reader #ezra x you #ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect smut #serial killer!Joel #dark fic #javier peña x you #javier pena x reader #javier peña #dave york x f!reader #dave york x you #dave york smut #dave york x reader #dave york #tommy miller x you #tommy miller smut

[pascalsbby]

People Talk

Masterlist

Summary: 2.3k/ f!reader, dark!joel, dbf!joel, brat tamer!joel

“Truth is, he’d been waiting for your mouth to form his name all day. He knew you’d be here, always were on the fourth regardless of what boy you were running around with or what was happening in college. This time you were here for good. Or for a while, until your daddy caught on to your problem.”

Warnings: 18+ mdni, SMUT, age gap, joel masturbating, dominate & aggressive joel, unprotected p in v, slight stalker!joel, pet names, praise kink, dubcon, he talks you through it, tells you what to do- the usual pure filth

Notes: In honor of 420 followers + no work tomorrow, here is a 4th of July, neighbor dbf!joel, quickly written and poorly looked over one shot. Love you!

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It was entirely too hot to be prancing around outside in that too-tight dress, pretending you missed all your daddy’s other friends- ignoring Joel purposely. Punishing him, swaying those hips towards every other man but him.

Then, you’re bending down to pick up the cornhole bags with no regard to his wandering eyes. Giving the guys hell for throwing them at you while you were walking behind the boards. Wearing red panties, white socks.

You return the bags to who they belong to, and suddenly you’re hanging off Tommy’s collar. Laughing at some dumb joke he’d probably muttered.

He offers you his beer, you take it with a giddy smile. “Oh, Tommy,” you giggled, singing his name.

How fuckin’ rude.

It was Joel’s turn. He’d seen enough of everyone else getting your attention. He walked towards the two of you, catching your gaze and holding it, intensely.

“Hi there, little lady.” Little? Hardly. At least where it mattered. But it slipped out of his mouth, more as a warning to how you were acting than anything else.

“Saved the best for last, did you?” He stepped closer, hand engulfing a beer bottle.

He nudged Tommy, fuck off.

His beard had taken on a tinge of gray, hugging his jawline and accentuating the strong contour beneath it. Wrinkles traced his neck, along with a permanent frown between his eyebrows. His skin was darker than last summer, he’d been outside working on his truck. His crow's feet had deepened with time, age.

"Hey, old man,” you dared step even closer, patting him on the back, “Feelin’ okay? I’ll go get your rocker if you need me to,” you teased.

“Long day for you, almost time for fireworks and then we can tuck ya into bed.” You continued, grinning. He could tell this is the reaction you wanted.

Teasing had always been your nature, kissing his cheek before running your fingernails against his back as you hugged hello, pressing your hips closer to his when saying goodbye. The sighs you would quietly let out as his ear passed your mouth.

You use to leave your blinds slightly ajar at dusk, enticing him to peek through and catch a glimpse of the show you put on, from the comfort of his own home. Most of the time he watched you apply lotion, focusing on your pretty, heavy tits.

A few hours later he’d see you mosey out, around 11pm, rolling and cursing cause it doesn’t turn out like you want it to. You end up smoking it anyways on the back porch.

You never could get your joints to light on the first try, either. Something else he added to his list.

He would watch your shoulders relax, your gaze follow the lightening bugs; the cicadas quiet for the frogs. Then you would dizzily sneak back in.

You started that a few years ago, picking up weed from some ex you’d brought from school one summer.

Joel imagined what your soft insides would feel like completely stoned, fucking in and out of your wetness. Sometimes he’d dip into his stash and smoke after you, using his hands in place of your mouth… your cunt.

It became a habit.

“Joel?” You asked. He stopped imagining your pussy kissing his cock.

Truth is, he’d been waiting for your mouth to form his name all day. He knew you’d be here, always were on the fourth regardless of what boy you were running around with or what was happening in college. This time you were here for good. Or for a while, until your daddy caught on to your problem.

“So you’re nice n’ graduated huh? Pretty and smart. Always knew you were gonna be somethin’,” he smirked. His eyes wandered lower than your lips. This time he didn’t stop. He was starting at your nipples through your dress, poking so pretty against the white material. They’re pierced.

Fuck. That’s new.

“You know what they say,” You leaned into him further, moving higher on your tippy toes to be face to face with him- almost.

“Mm, and what’s that?” He muttered, playfully.

You moved your hair behind your ear, looking deeply into his eyes, welcoming him in.

You want me so bad, he thought.

Then you brake his trance, and answered as if it was your turn to embarrass him. You backed up and talked in a normal-toned voice now.

“I don’t fuckin’ know, you’re the one who told me college wasn’t gonna make me any smarter. Step it up, old man- you’re fallin’ behind.”

God damnit, you were a fucking brat. And he knew it was wrong his cock hardened beneath your smart ass words.

But it didn’t stop him from indulging regardless.

He’d heard stories about you all over town since you got back. It’s been four weeks and you were already making a name for yourself, becoming a town problem.

“‘Ya know Dan’s little girl? A slut, apparently. Sheriff caught ‘er down at the lake with Andrew’s boy, said he’d call her daddy if it happened again.”

Stories of whose son did what to you when. This was a small town, and he knew you knew that.

Before you could pull completely away from him, he walked up beside you and leaned into your ear, tickling your hair falling against it.

“Be more careful who you’re suckin’ dick around, pretty. People talk.” He whispered.

You huffed at him, ready to protest but he continued, “Wouldn’t want your daddy knowin’, would ya?”

Embarrassment reddened your cheeks, eyes faltering with surprise for a moment.

“Mr. Miller, if you wanted to fuck me, you should have just asked.” You dared, saying it loud enough to make his entire body stiffen, he looks around to see if anyone heard. Then he shakes with anger at how fuckin’ stupid you’re being. No one else heard over the chattering and screaming kids, throwing snap pop fireworks onto the shimmering concrete.

Now would be a good time to teach her a lesson. No one’s listenin’ to the loud noises around them, all engulfed in their own happenings. No one would be lookin’ for her.

He’d had enough of you trying to put his reputation on the line. He reaches out, snags your arm and pulls you closer to him, forcing you to walk by his side towards the house. His body heat is radiating off of you.

It’s better he teaches you now, rather than someone else worse down the line.

“We’re gonna go inside and you’re gonna let me teach you somethin’,” he says through his teeth, leaning down into your ear, “first thing you’re gonna learn is silence, baby. Don’t say a fuckin’ word while you bend over that bed for me.” He pointed his eyes towards you with a nod. “Got it?”

He waited for confirmation.

“Oh sure, Joel,” you mocked, “whatever you want.”

“You’re just not gettin’ it are you?” He spat.

-

He’s pulling you up the stairs now, back door slamming. Everyone’s out back getting ready for the fireworks, setting out blankets and calming the children. There isn’t much light to see who is missing and who isn’t.

In front of you are Joel’s broad shoulders, left arm hanging behind him as his biceps flex from dragging you with him. He looks impending, massive, from the view you have a couple stairs down.

His grip stings, your hand starting to lose feeling. He hasn’t said a word the entire time you two have been in the house. Grunting here and there at the weight of you, not letting you move at your own pace.

The fun was gone.

“You’re scaring me, Joel.”

“Good, pretty girl. Someone needs to.”

He knows the exact path to your room, and he takes you there before busting the door open and throwing you inside behind him. He closes the door with one push of his arm.

The release of his grip knocks you to the floor in front of your bed. You catch yourself, wincing in the thud your body had made.

He didn’t apologize for it, he didn’t even help you up. He put his back against the corner of the room and was looking at you, waiting, arms crossed behind his back.

He wanted you to bend over.

His breathing was heavy and his eyes set a little lower, darker. You got up on your knees, facing him. Face red, your tears were starting to form out aggravation of how Joel was treating you, but also the tickle in your mound.

You locked eyes with him, shuffling close enough to him to reach out and unbuckle his belt. He let out a breathy chuckle, laughing at how pathetic you look- compared to your confidence from earlier.

You did what he asked, demanded, and stood up to bend yourself over your childhood bed. You spread your legs, allowing the air to hit your pussy, then your tight ring of muscle before he spit down on it, turning hour over so you’re on your back, centering himself to you.

“That’s right. Let me feel it, pretty.”

He didn’t even do you the favor of one finger to stretch you out a little. He sheathed himself into completely.

“Squeeze. Uh huh, just like that,” his mouth is barely open, in awe, looking down at you.

“I want you to watch me fuck you, okay? Can you do that?” His tone was sweeter, yet more condescending.

You lift your head, peering down at your angled body as your lips spread to suck him in, over and over and over.

“J..Joel, please.” You begged, gasping for reprise.

“It’s so much, I know. But look at you, sweet thing, you’re taking it so well. Stretching yourself on my cock so, so good.”

You pathetically whimper back. Words had left you minutes ago. And that was okay with you. Joel was taking what he wanted from you, but you wanted it just as much. So you shut up and took it.

“I know, I know, pretty girl. Shhhh,” he coos, shoving himself into you. He’s so fucking big, you’d never felt this much pressure inside of you before. You throw your arms against his chest as high as you can stretch them, trying to push him away, overwhelmed by him. Overstimulated from the depth of his cock and the tickle of his calloused fingers, running circles around your throbbing nerves.

A cry escapes your lips, and he takes it as a cry of want rather than pain.

He grabs both of your wrists in one hand then hits you. Your jaw slacks the same as your head as it fall one way. He reaches out and rubs your cheek, holding your head in his hand.

“I said be quiet, did I not? I knew this would be too much for you. No wonder the entire town knows who you’re fuckin’- they can hear you.”

Your cunt fluttered and then slowly dripped release against him.

You start to argue, no, beg for him to slow down a little. His frame is lit from the orange hued streetlights on the street below, his hair falling into his face, disheveled from how he was moving his body.

The sun was almost set when you two had come in, providing some light, but no one turned on a light. No one outside could see in. That wasn’t enough to promise this would stay hidden.

Joel drops your head and puts his palm over your gasping mouth.

His grunts above you are guttural. Joel throws his shoulders back, his head following. Fuck, it’s been so long. And you… you had decided you wanted to tease him with the neighborhood boys, with his brother.

“‘N you think any of those boys down there are gonna touch you like this?” Satisfaction filled your gut as he sat you up, holding him your arms so that the tip of his cock could kiss you deeper, and suddenly you’re finding it hard to keep the smirk off your face.

You knew you’d piss him off, hanging around Tommy like that. Looking at him like that. Bending down in front of him, taunting him while Joel stood on the side of the yard.

He noticed your grin. Oh, he hadn’t fucked it out of you yet.

“Daddy would be so sad to know that he raised a fucking slut. But that’s okay baby, I’m gonna teach you how to be a good southern bell. That’s just what you need, ain’t it?”

You didn’t answer him in time, too busy looking at your shaking thighs, burning and tired as his length stretched you further every time he pulled out and slammed back in again. You, creamy and white against his cock.

He reached out and grabbed your throat, shaking your head yes for him. “There you go. Yes.”

His grip tightened at the base of your throat, pushing out ungodly sounds until your stomach bursts with fire.

Your eyes roll back into your head, bitting your lip so hard that you can taste a familiar metallic taste. You went limp for a moment, taking what Joel had to give you.

“Tommy, I-“ You started to beg him, assure him nothing was going on between you two. You started the sentence with the wrong name.

“Did you cum so hard you forgot who was filling this pussy up? Stop saying his fuckin’ name,” he growled, pushing your face into the bed.

You stopped trying to talk and instead melted further into the feeling of Joel.

“Another thing we gotta teach you is knowin’ who you belong to.”

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x you #tlou fanfiction #tlou #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #joel miller x y/n #dbf!joel #brat tamer! joel #neighbor!joel #dark!joel #fic #pascalsbby #one shot #tweet #twitter #Javier pena #smut #Fic rec #ao3 #pedro pascal x you #pedro x reader #oneshot #asks #stalker!joel #perv!joel #maxwell lord #tommy #tommy miller

[spookyxsam]

I need Peña fics, like now. Spam me with ALL the recommendations. I have a child/husband/assignment free night so I’m thinking about getting fancy with some popcorn, chocolate and Mountain Dew…maybe light a candle and lose myself to tumble for an ungodly amount of hours.

#javier pena x you #narcos #pedro pascal #smut #angst with a happy ending #light angst #dark angst #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fic

[kruspeycream]

Like okay I am sorry, maybe I just have a problem with real people fan fics but, Javier Pena fics are so weird to me. I understand that it‘s like a 50-50 of fiction and Non-fiction but y'all know Pena is a real dude right???  I understand that Pedro pascal is hot but that‘s still some real dude. Whats even weirder is the fanfics that are being written! People are really writing Javier Pena grooming young women. I know that media has/can romanticized age gap relationships but this feels wrong? Maybe I am just too old to be reading fucking fan fics like this.  WHO IS STRAIGHT UP READING THIS SHIT??

I never understand the explicit age gap, like that one fanfic with Javier; he known the reader character since she was a little girl.  “It doesn't matter- its fictional” cool, but there are so many young girls who read things like these and are incapable of not romanticizing them. 

Before anyone complains about how this could be a coping mechanism, stop. It‘s not it is weird and fetish-y 

#Pedro Pascal #javier pena #narcos #javier pena x reader #same thing can be said about Dark!din fics #hell even some of the Boba Fett fics i have seen are super into age gap and shit #its weird and not healthy

[devilmademewriteit]

thinking about jealous reader and jealous javi

Jealous Girl

gif via @javier-pena

pairing: javier peña x afab!fem!reader

warnings: roughy sex/smut (fem penetration) so 18+ only content; fem!afab!reader; dirty talk; jealous!reader; jealous!javi; sort of dom!javi; allusions to reader having long-ish hair; pet names (baby, babygirl, hermosa, cariño); slut-shaming (reader uses the word ‘whore’); dubcon (no explicit consent, Javi is… forceful).

no use of y/n in this fic

thx 4 the drabble / short fic request!! once again this is FERAL !!! feel free to keep sending me lil drabble requests. they’re so fun to write while I work on my longer fics.

reminder that I am not using the taglist for these, but you can turn on notifs & join the list in my pinned post for my longer works !

-em <3

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“You broke it off with me, baby, remember?”

What does it matter? What does it matter when you lock eyes with him getting head in his car, parked in some barely-hidden side-street, one block away from your dad’s salsamentaria?

What does it matter when, ten minutes later, he finds you, alone in the back room of the store, forcing back tears of frustration as your shaking hands busy themselves with fresh inventory?

You spin around, prepared to bark curses at him for trespassing into sacred, employee-only territory. He’s leaning against the door, beige suit-jacket a little roughed-up, hair slightly out of place.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying your freedom,” you reply coolly, mirroring his pose against the far wall.

He smiles. You’d known him long enough to recognize that condescending expression — the wolfish twitch of his mustache.

Toying with you for sport.

“And you’re not?” Javi asks, the casual raise of his eyebrows deceptive compared to the darkness overtaking his gaze. “Everybody’s seen you, y’know, leaving bars half-naked with guys twice your age.”

Always an opportunist, the agent pushes on, taking advantage of your stunned silence. “N’ you used to be so shy, babygirl.” A chuckle. “The fuck did I do to you, huh?”

You stammer, wanting to tear into him for his crudeness (though he was right — mixing the breakup with tequila hadn’t failed to strip you of your inhibitions), but the man denies you the chance, gliding forward in a slow, wide step.

Softly. “You wear my gifts for them? Let ‘em fuck you in all those lil’ lace sets I got for you?”

He’s close now, and you’re beginning to see red. This was part of the reason behind the break-up in the first place — neither of you knew how to manage overwhelming care without dousing it in cruelty.

Those long-awaited fighting words finally manage to breach the threshold of your lips. “Yeah, actually, I do,” you drawl, arousal levelled by a red-hot rage coiling tighter and tighter within you, “Ruined a couple pairs.”

“Bullshit.” His consonants slice through his vowels, accusatory and harsh. “Bet that pussy doesn’t even get wet after bein’ trained by me, does it?”

Try not to choke on your snarl, girl. “‘Least I don’t have to get head a block down from my ex’s shop — z’that the only way you can still get hard, Peña?” You muster up a daring smirk, shouldering his challenge head-on. “Hoping you’ll see me walk by so you can finish inside your whore?”

Bull’s eye.

“Don’t act like you give a single fuck where I’m gettin’ my dick wet, cariño.” Every inch of him bristles something fierce, but with skill and practice, he keeps his anger in check — maintains the upper hand — looming over you to consecrate the threat.

“Just pissed that I’m fuckin’ another bitch’s throat when we both know that’s what yours’s made for, right?”

The coil snaps.

Before you can stop it, your hand is in the air, gunning straight for the tan skin over his cheekbone.

In a blink, he’s strangling your wrist, holding back your palm from making punishing contact. The following pause is thick and heavy, quickly overflowing with Javi’s rage-soaked hunger. Dark and dangerous, the man hones in on your glare—

And speaks, voice low.

“Y’know, I let her swallow my load—”

“Let go of me.”

“—but you can take the next one.”

And then he flips you over, brushing off your indignant whine, flattening your back against his chest. Javi is strong (he always has been) and there’s no point in resisting (there never was). He’s unzipped himself, hiked your skirt up, wrenched your panties to the side and forced himself inside you in a matter of seconds.

Dear God, forgive me for getting my fix.

A big hand wraps around your throat while unforgiving arms form a prison around your body. He tilts your head back to face him, savouring your tightness, your suffering, and the strangled moan of pleasure dripping from your lips with his hips’ every rough throw.

“Always gonna belong to me, huh?”

His whisper settles over your skin, heightening that already-unbearable bliss. Your muddled mind and slackened mouth scramble to form words beyond full full full, yes yes yes.

“F-fuck you, Peña—” you spit through clenched teeth, squeezing your eyes shut in concentration. You fingertips grow sore, pressed to bruise along his forearms. “You’re worse than me—you-you know it.”

Javi responds with a tightened grasp and diligent, skilled digits falling to manhandle your clothed breasts. “Yeah, fuck you, too—” and it’s strained, etched with long-awaited relief, “—fuckin’ spoiled—jealous brat.”

An all-encompassing jolt to your system — he’s found that aching bundle. He carves words into your sensitive clit: you were never going to be anything but mine, mine, mine. The arch in your spine deepens; the back of your head falls helplessly against his collarbone. And despite yourself — despite his venom — you grin, catching the broken hallelujah underpinning every vowel, every touch of his desperate, repressed desire.

It’s a symphony you both sing, a thought hanging so heavy in the room it almost becomes a tangible part of your filthy entanglement.

“If I can’t have you, baby, no one else in this world can.”

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[jobean12-blog]

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Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader (sorta enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 2,283

Summary: You and Javi have been working together for a while and have a volatile relationship...until something finally gives.

Author's Note: Since I can't seem to get his man off my mind here's my second Javi fic. He's so sexy I can barely manage. Thank you to my lovely friends @lizette50 and @tripletstephaniescp for always feeding my Pedro obsession so well! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you!🥰

Warnings: some tension, sassiness, flirting, but lots of softness too, Javi is super sexy because duh

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When the phone rings for the fourth time you stomp your heels on the ground and push back from your desk with an exasperated huff.

“What the hell is he…?” you mutter as you look down at the screen and see Steve’s number. Again.

You push the door to Javi’s office open without a knock and fold your arms across your chest.

“Want to answer the phone some time today?”

Javi looks up from the open drawer of his filing cabinet and narrows his eyes.

“I’m busy.”

When he dismisses you with the drop of his head, refocusing on his papers, you growl out a curse.

“Don’t you dare…”

Your threat is cut off when the phone in his office rings. He looks up and gives you a warning glare, daring you to answer it.

You throw him a fake saccharine smile and start to turn around, only to spin back toward his desk and rush for the phone when he’s no longer looking.

His low “fuck,” is all your hear before you grab the receiver and pick up with a friendly, “hello, this is the office of Javier Pena, how many I help you.”

Javi crowds you against his desk, his hard chest pressed to yours and his breath warm against your cheek as he exhales.

You swallow hard but square your shoulders and focus on the call.

“Oh sure Steve, he’s right here…mm hmm.”

You keep your eyes on his, refusing to back down even as your own body betrays you and you lean closer.

Javi rests his hands along the edge of the desk on either side of you and dips his head until his lips brush the shell of your ear, his whisper deep and low. “I said I was busy.”

Thankful that he can’t see your face you drag your teeth over your bottom lip before gathering yourself again to chirp into the phone, “oh he’s not busy at all, one second.”

You cover the mouthpiece and smile. “It’s Steve. He’s been trying to reach you all afternoon.” Your tone is dripping with fake sugariness.

Javi just stares, his dark eyes sweeping over your face until they land on your lips and linger.

He scoffs and wraps his hand around the handset, covering yours with his calloused but warm skin.

“What?” he says into the phone as he keeps you trapped against the desk.

You pull your hand free of the phone and flatten your palms against his chest with a push.  

He doesn’t budge, his gaze still locked on yours.

“Move,” you grit out under your breath and give him another shove.

He takes a slow step backward, just enough to let you brush past him and as you do your scent fills the air and he inhales deeply, his eyes fluttering closed.

Even as you walk out of his office you feel the persistent heat of him still close and your traitorous body trembles.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“What was that?” Steve asks through the phone.

“What…nothing. Fuck.”

Steve sighs on the other end and Javi pinches the bridge of his nose.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Man she really riles you up huh?” Steve teases.

“Who…what?” Javi stammers, now rubbing his temple. “Just tell me why you called four times.”

You’re typing something up when the door to Javi’s office opens with a slam. He steps out with his tie hanging haphazardly around his neck and his jacket thrown over one shoulder.

“I’ll be gone for the rest of the day,” he says indifferently as he walks by. “You can leave all my messages on the desk.

“You’re tie is completely crooked,” you spit back at him.

He stops a few feet from you and looks down and you take the opportunity to get a good look at his ass. It makes you angry that he’s so attractive and that you’re so attracted to him and when he turns your way you have a scowl on your face.

“Didn’t know that was such a problem for you,” he says as he drops his jacket on a nearby desk chair and starts to fiddle with his tie.

You watch as he struggles with the material and clearly grows more frustrated with each passing second.

With a roll of your eyes you stand and step into his space, smacking away his hands until he drops them with a sigh.

“Can’t answer the phone…” you start, “can’t even tie your own tie…what are you going to have me do next Javi?”

As you’re rattling off his shortcomings your fingers are deftly working the fabric until it’s perfectly secure around his neck.

Your last question has him suck in an audible breath and when you meet his eyes they are intense with unspoken promise.

You tighten his tie with an abrupt push and then release him. You barely catch his “thanks” as he practically runs out of the building.

After packing up your things and heading to your car you decide to take a detour before going home. It’s been a long day and a bite to eat and maybe a drink at the nearby bar will do you some good.

It’s still early enough that when you walk into the dimly lit space there are a lot of open stools at the bar. You park yourself at the far end check out the daily specials.

It isn’t until you’re about to take the first sip of your drink that you feel the weight of his gaze. You make a subtle turn and meet the familiar dark brown eyes of Javi.

He blatantly stares, his lips hovering just above the rim of the glass of amber liquid dangling from his hand.

Your eyes shift to Steve who gives you a head tilt and a smile. You return it before looking back at Javi.

You had no idea they’d be here and they’re most likely working a case so rather than expose them or yourself you turn your attention back to the bar.

The feel of his eyes endures and even though you can’t see him you can still feel the way his body pressed against you as he held you by his desk. The way he smelled. The feel of his skin on yours. It sends a shiver down your spine even as your body heats up.

A group of young men enter the bar in a cacophony of loud voices and scuffling feet. They find a space in the middle of the bar and you study them out of the corner of your eye.

It doesn’t take long for one of them to notice you and send you a flirty smile. You quickly turn away, uninterested.

Before your food comes out you decide to take a bathroom break and slide off the stool and move toward the darkened hallway.

The same guy from before catches your eye and blatantly watches as you walk by, making some inaudible comment to his friend.

You quickly glance at Javi to see his jaw set tightly and his knuckles white as he grips his glass, his own eyes following your every move.

As you disappear around the corner you don’t even hear the footsteps and when you’re whirled around and backed into the wall you almost let out a scream of terror but a familiar hand covers your mouth.

When your eyes meet his you deflate and grab his wrist, pulling his hand away.

“Javi,” you whisper shout, your eyes flashing angrily. “You scared the shit out of me.”

���You need to leave,” he says.

Stealing yourself you stand up straighter and square your shoulders.

“No. I don’t. I don’t have to do anything,” you argue.

“Angel,” Javi pleads, the term of endearment melting your fury instantly. “Please.”

“I was about to have my dinner,” you explain weakly. “Why don’t you want me here.”

Your eyes fall to the ground.

You know why but you want to hear him say it. You want him to tell you it’s because you’re not safe and he wants to protect you.

His fingers touch the soft skin of your jaw, guiding your chin up and your eyes back to his. The calloused pad of his thumb brushes back and forth as his mouth opens to speak.

But footsteps along the creaky floor alert you that someone’s coming and Javi’s body tenses, his eyes filling with worry for a split second before he kisses you.

It isn’t a soft and sweet kiss. No more gentle caresses, no slow tasting. He kisses you like he’s done it a hundred times before and you’re his to kiss.

Your hands reflectively lift to his chest, and for a second he thinks you might push him away, but instead, your hands curl around his tie and you pull him closer, holding him in place.

His head angles to taste more of you, needing more, and he nips your bottom lip when you don’t give in. Your surprised gasp is all the advantage he needs to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You melt for him, meeting his intensity without restraint. He pushes you harder against the unyielding wall and your arms slide up and around his neck. He rocks his hips and you moan into his mouth.

He swallows the sound, desperate to hear it again and again.

“Ahem,” a too-close voice says.

Steve.

You startle and Javi jumps, your mouth leaving his as you follow the sound.

“Sorry to break up the party,” Steve smirks. “But we need to move.”

“How long were you standing there watching,” Jave grits out, giving Steve a thunderous glare.

Steve’s hands lift in surrender. “I just got here. Those first footsteps you heard were from one of the targets. Looked like they were going to follow her back here but you beat him to it. Thankfully. Good cover too.”

At Steve’s last added words your face heats and you press your fingers to your swollen and tingling lips.

Javi nods. A simple agreement and dismissal. Steve nods back at Javi then smiles warmly at you before he turns on his heels and heads back.

“You need to leave,” Javi says again, his hand now resting along the wall by the side of your head.

“That’s it? I’m just supposed to leave?” you counter, unable to quell your sassiness when it comes to him.

He sighs dramatically. “Angel…you heard Steve. Just go. He’ll will make sure you get to your car safely.”

You study his face, tracing his features with your eyes and unable to resist the feel of his skin even in your disappointment at his obvious disregard. You lean in and press your lips to the corner of his mouth, the brush of his mustache making you tingle all over.

With that you slip from his hold, keeping your head high as you walk away and go to grab your things, thankful when Steve subtly acknowledges you and makes sure you get safely to your car.

The next morning Javi doesn’t leave his office at all and you sit just outside and stew, replaying every moment of the kiss. When lunch time comes and goes you can’t take it anymore and knock hard on his door.

“Yeah,” you hear from the other side before you push it open and find him seated at his desk, his forehead creased in thought.

“You missed lunch,” you state.

He grunts in acknowledgment and goes back to his papers.

Your hands land on your hips and you step into his office, slamming the door shut.

“So that’s it?”

“What?” he answers.

“You’re just going to pretend like it didn’t happen?”

“Like what didn’t happen?” he shoots back.

“Don’t you dare!” you shout and point a finger at him. “Was it really all just a cover?”

He stands with such force that his chair flies backward and hits the wall with a thud.

Instead of answering he let’s out a frustrated grunt and runs a hand through his already mussed hair.

Somehow it looks better than before and you inwardly curse him out for being so sexy.

“What?” he says as you continue to stare.

You inhale sharply, holding his gaze while you hold your breath.

With unsteady steps you move forward until your close enough to smell him.

“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that kiss didn’t mean anything to you.”

At your challenging words he clamps his mouth shut. But his eyes say everything and before the moment is gone you reach up and trace your fingers over the fresh cut above his eyebrow.

The feeling of your fingers on his skin makes him exhale softly.

“It’s fine,” he whispers.

“It looks like it hurts. What happened last night?”

“Nothing for you to worry about angel.”

“I’m sorry if I made any trouble for you…”

Your voice trails off, and you look up at him with questioning eyes. Wordlessly you slide your fingertips down the line of his jaw and he leans into your touch.

He turns into your hand and presses a gentle kiss to your palm.

Your name falls from his lips, more of a sound than a word, a rough growl deep in his throat. He looks as if he wants to say more but with one swift movement he has you pressed against the edge of his desk, caging you in with his arms and either side.

You gasp and he captures the sound with a kiss. And not just any kiss. A kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. A kiss that rivals the one from last night. Fiery. Desperate. And very, very real.

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