#javier pena secretary

[mrsjavierpena]

not (un)expected | part 1

javier peña x f!secretary!reader

summary: Javier has one, only one very strict policy: to not ever fuck a co-worker; specially if that co-worker is his own secretary. but you make it such a hard promise to keep

chapter warnings: narcos' spoilers, smut, grinding, unprotected p in v, kind of exhibitionism, (light?) angst, a lot of cursing (its javier pena), kinda slow burn/slow start, unspecified age gap, work dynamics, reader has no name/descripition (but has hair long enough to pull), no use of 'y/n'

IMPORTANT: English is not my first language, i've done my best with grammar but there will be mistakes (fuck prepositions i hate them), so pls overlook those

wordcount: 7k

an: this is part one of a two part story; feel free to reblog and leave your comment. im so happy with the reception of this fic, its my first time posting something here, thank you guys so much for the support - also, if you want to be tagged in part two (really don't know when is coming out) just lmk in the comments.

hope you enjoy!

Javier was known for being an asshole.

Everyone in the office called him that; not to his face, of course, since he was the boss, but he knew, and honestly? He kind of did it on purpose. Being sent back to Colombia to be the CIA puppy didn't in fact thrilled him, but he also wasn't there to make friends. A little bit later than one month into his new position and Javier had already changed secretaries twice. Just by being himself.

The first one was a kind old lady that liked to talk a little bit too much for Javi's taste - which was none. To be fair, he tried to handle her. He listened to her talking of her yougest child finishing college, but she asked him if maybe he could get him a job at the deparment - what in the actual fuck? -, she felt the need to tell him that her older one and his wife were trying to have a baby - he wondered what gave her the impression he wanted to know that her son was fucking someone raw. She just wouldn't shut up. She left not much after a month, at his first snap - took him too long, to be honest.

The last one was a young man fresh out of the academy, who thanked him for the opportunity every time he saw him - which, since he was just outside his office, was pretty often. Despite how thankful he was for the job, he wasn't very interested in working, at least not as he was to flirting with another secretary in the floor below. But that wasn't the worst part, the kid had no idea what he was supposed to do and would go ask Javier for help for every task given to him - he swore he was shaking everytime. Javi didn't care that he was young and was learning, he didn't receive enough to raise a child at work. Didn't last a week.

Javier had headaches just by the thought of who would be sent next. With his current luck, it could be his ex-fiancée. He definitely didn't expect you knocking on his office door and introducing yourself as his new secretary. He was speechless for a moment; you were the combo of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life with a killing black pencil skirt, so tight it showed all your curves. You gave him a firm handshake and asked if he needed anything from you, and, when he denied, that was it. You went to your desk; didn't ask him questions, didn't tell him your whole life, didn't thank him for an opportunity he didn't give you, just went to do your work.

For a while, Javier was glad that you didn't give him any trouble, but that was until you quickly learned his habits. As soon as he arrived the office, you would receive him with a polite smile, a cup of black coffee and his schedule for the day. When he dove into files and forgot he was a person, you would bring him his lunch and wouldn't leave until he had at least a bite - as if he was a kid, what an absurd -, you would sense when he was stressed and would excuse yourself into his office with coffee and a pack of cigarettes and leave without saying a word.

He hated how much he appreciated that - even worse, how he liked that. It didn't take long for him to want to fuck you, to become obssessed with you. And it wasn't just him, he could see every other men in the department - single or not - turn their neck as they watched you pass by. But it was not just that you were hot, you were nice too; he would watch you from his office - not in a creepy way, though, he just didn't have anything much better to do - and you would distribute smiles and polite greetings to every soul that passed your desk, people would constantly stop by to small talk with you and you would let them be for five minutes or so before politely dismiss them to go back to work. Every fucking body there adored you.

Things had always been very professional between you both. Javi held back his flirty instinct and you- well, you didn't even seem interested in him at all. That was untill a very stressfull friday with Stechner giving him shit again. He left the building straigh to the bar, ready to drown himself on whiskey and find a quick fuck for the night, not expecting at all to find you aparently doing the same. Javier considered just ignoring you and go sitting with one of the women that turned their heads in his direction as soon as he entered, but something inside of him made him take the few steps to the bar and get the stool beside where you sat.

You almost spilled your drink when he approached.

"Sorry" you coughed "Wasn't expecting to see you here"

Your body language told him that you weren't comfortable with him there, he saw your backs getting as straight as when you were at work, and immediately regretted joining you.

"Well, that makes it two of us" he raised his hand to order his drink "What's the occasion?" he points to your drink with his chin.

Your grip on your glass seemed to tighten and you took one very long sip before answering dryly "I could ask you the same"

"Work" he raised his brows "It's always work"

"Did something happen after I left?" you pinched your brows.

"No, no, just people giving me shit"

"Oh, I see..." you sighed and silence fell between you.

"So..."

"Well..." you both started talking together and laughed akwardly.

"You go" you said.

"Am I bothering you? Cause I didn't mean to, I can sit somewhere else" he didn't even know why he was asking, he should've just said goodbye and left. He was already standing when your hand found his arm.

You sighed heavily "No, not at all, I'm sorry I gave that impression, sir" you seemed genuine, that's why he sat back "I'm just stressed"

Sir. Why were you calling him sir in a bar?

"Do you want to talk about it? If there's something bothering you we can discuss it and sol-"

"It's not work related" you were quick to interrupt "Work is, honestly, the simplest part of my life right now"

"Things must be pretty bad then, 'cause I see the amount of papers on your desk everyday" that made you chucke "The offer still stands, if you want to"

You took a big breath before dropping the bomb "Broke up with my boyfriend"

Now that was a new territory. He knew absolutly nothing about your life besides you moving to Colombia from the United States; he didn't know anything from your life back there, not your family, friends, definitely not about your boyfriend; and now, somehow, knowing you didn't have one anymore made it even harder for him not to want you.

"What happened?"

"Well, actually, it seems like we had already broken up a while ago and he just forgot to send the memo" you drank your whole half glass all at once ", since he was fucking every pussy that crossed his fucking way"

He was stunned. One thing about Javier was that he was never to deny any woman; honestly, he found every body attractive and apreciatted every woman that gave herself to him. He couldn't say he had a type, but you, with what he saw with your clothes on? He would fuck you every minute of everyday he could. It was absurd to believe someone would give up on you.

"Damn!" he couldn't help but say loudly, making your eyes go wide as if just then realising what you had just said.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be telling you this. I apologise, sir"

"You don't- don't apologise" he almost raised his hand to touch you, but stopped himself before "How did you find out?" you looked at him with raised brows "If you don't mind me asking"

"One of my friends called me last night and told me. She saw him at a bar with two women" you laughed, but there was no humor to be found.

"And you were still smiling at everyone at work today" he was impressed.

You smirked at him "Don't let my personal life mix with work, sir"

"Smart woman" he nods "We for sure have a reason to drink, then" waving his hand to the barman "Let me buy you one"

You don't even bother to refuse.

After three more glasses of what he found out was tequila, your shoulders were much more relaxed and so was your tongue. He found out that you and your ex had been dating for six years when you got the opportunity of job and had to move; two months had passed already.

"And you know what the worst part is?" your laugh is dry "I don't even feel bad because my heart is broken or any shit like that, it's just that is so fucking humiliating" you groaned with your hands on your face "I'm from a small town, you know, by now every soul there knows what he's been doing"

He had to laugh "That's what you're worried about?" you looked at him with false ofense.

"It's my honor we're talking about here!" he laughed even more "It's silly, I know..." you sigh shakly as you take another sip of your drink "But it is humbiling, being cheated on"

"I can't fucking believe anyone could ever cheat on you" he thought. At least he thought he did, but by the way you were looking at him - pinched brows and a curious look in your face, he had to have said it out loud "I mean, only shitty people cheat on nice people. Only shitty people cheat, that's it."

You nodded after a few seconds of silence "You're right, sir"

"You should stop calling me sir"

"I don't think so"

"Why not? We're already half drunk together at a shitty bar"

"Because you're still my boss"

Without any response to that, he looks at you. Really looks at you. Your eyes glassy from the alcohol, red puffy lips looking more appealing than ever... It would have been so easy to just lean in and kiss you. When his eyes came back to yours, it almost seemed like they were on his lips too, that you were leaning in too, that you desired him as much as he desired you and... Then it was not there anymore. Suddenly, you seemed farther than ever, backs as streight as always and eyes avoiding his.

"I should go home"

He agreed. He put you on a cab. He wished you a goodnight.

Then went back to the bar to find someone to not spend the night alone.

The next Monday, though, you seemed even more professional than ever. Wouldn't be around him more than the necessary, wouldn't look him in the eyes and it fucking bothered him.

"Yes, sir?" you entered his office after he called your name.

He sighs as he looked you up and down, his eyes lingering to your skirt pressing against your tights "How are you?"

"I'm fine" you hesitated "Why do you ask? Is something wrong?"

"Lying to me, 's all" your eyes went wide "Listen, last night-"

Your nostrils flared, your hands clenching into fists; you took a deep breath before interrupting him "I am fine"

"Ok, then" he raised his hands in defensiveness "It's just that last night-"

"Last night I was drunk!" you passed your hands through your face "I said things I shouldn't have and I am embarressed and would very much appreciate if we pretended that it never happened"

Javier was silent for a moment. He understandood your apprehension, but damn if he wasn't dismayed by it.

"Alright, 'm sorry I brought it up. But just to let you know, you don't have anything to be embarressed for, you have my word that I wouldn't hold any if that against you and..." and it was nice to talk to you "Yeah, don't worry about that"

You looked at him for a few seconds before nodding "You need anything else, sir?"

Many things, yeah. For starters, you calling him by his name; second, being able to have a casual conversation with you when alcohol isn't envolved and third, your fucking clothes off because he got embarrassingly hard just by looking at you. But instead, he only denied and you left before any other word could leave his mouth.

Javi knew it was for the best. Fucking you would be no good - well, he'd bet it would be hot as shit, but too much trouble for a one night stand. He had a whole city to fool around with, to be focused in someone from his work place, his own secretary, was nonsense. You never even gave him any hint you wanted him, if anything, the actual opposite; you told him yourself last night, personal life away from work.

Javi made sure to remember all that.

➫

He didn't keep those thoughts for long, though.

A few days later, you met at a bar once again. A better one this time and with half of the office joined. It was Feistl's birthday and he invited the whole department for drinks. Nobody could hide their surprise when Javi aproached them; usually, he wouldn't attend this type of gathering, in his rarely free times, he better prefered the company of a good whiskey and a woman, and his colleagues knew that. His employee had invited him just to be polite and that was clear, but he knew you were going to be there, Javi just wanted one more opportunity to prove to himself that you didn't feel the same way he did, that he didn't have the same effect on you that you had on him. Once that prooved, he could move on. So he was there on a mission, trying to be the most discrete he could as he watched you from afar.

The two of you seemed to be the reflexion of each other from across the table, tense bodies and drinks in hand, the only difference being you talking with your colleagues and him not making the effort. To his defense, people weren't trying to talk to him either. Honestly, Javier kind of felt like it wasn't just that they were surprised to see him there, it felt like they didn't want him there at all by some looks he was receiving.

He was okay with that, he guessed, he would much rather analyse your behavior outside work. You didn't seem to change much, honestly; maybe your smile were a little bit more genuine, but the conversations were pretty much the same he heard you have back in the office and it could have been the larger amount of alcohol in your system that night, yeah, but you seemed more relaxed alone with him.

After half an hour there, Javi couldn't bring himself to talk to you, you seemed too interested in a conversation about the new coffee pot in the scullery with another secretary. He was getting frustrated, in another times he would interrupt the other woman and flirt with you effortlessly; it probably had to do with the environment, you were surronded by co-workers, or maybe he was losing his touch - it was almost like he was too afraid to make the move.

Javi decided to leave soon after one hour there. He congratulated Feistl for his birthday, said goodbye to whoever recognized his leaving, paid his bill and passed through the door.

"Hey" he turned around at the sound of your voice, seeing you walking towards him "Are you ok?"

He ran his hand over his chin "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know" you shrugged "you kind of ran out of the bar"

"'S fine, you should go back inside" Javi pointed at the entrace with his chin.

You tilt your head to the side "I don't really believe you"

"I'm not asking you to" he crossed his arms "And, what, you wanna talk now? You've been quiet at work all week"

"We're not at work, though, are we?" you were quick to answer.

Javi looked you up and down "No, we're not"

"You know" you took a few steps forward ", it's not like they don't like you, they are just kind of scared of you"

Were you watching him too? Why would you say that? How would you notice?

He furrowed his eyebrows "Scared of me? Why?"

You looked at him with yours raised "You know how you act at work, don't you?"

Javi sighed and looked away. He did act like an asshole at work, it didn't seem to bother you, though. Your gazes met again as silence fell between the two of you and he decided to take the few steps left to get you as close as you never got before.

"Are you scared of me?"

You kept your eyes locked as you answered "No. You're not as bad as you think you are" you licked your lips "At least not with me"

The air thickend between the two of you, the only sound being the noises of a night in Colombia. There was no way you were not feeling that too, the way your bodies seemed to linger to each other's direction. He's sure he's not imagining the way your breath heaved, how your chest expansed, the brightness in your eyes.

No, that was real, he was not mistaking it.

A voice broke the tension, you taking a few steps back to a safe distant from him. You both looked in the direction of the sound: a woman was calling you, the same woman you talked all night, at the entrance of the bar, a few feet away from where the both of you stood.

"Maybe if you went back there and paid the next round..." he swore he saw expectancy in your eyes.

"Maybe another time" you nodded; you both knew it wouldn't happen.

You looked at him one last time before walking away "Good night, sir"

Javi nodded even though you weren't looking anymore and his eyes followed the sweet swing of your hips as you made your way back to the bar. He could hear the woman asking what it was about:

"Nothing" you answered.

He would disagree.

➫

Javier was in a terrible, terrible mood. Things weren't going how he thought they would go, not even close to it. Feistl got a good lead about the Rodriguez brothers, one worth following, and he could do nothing about it; had to look to his subordinate and say no to his face. In the beggining, Javi had plans on reediming himself by catching Los Pepes, making amends with the city and it's people by arresting those who he felt like helped to ascend. He felt like a failure, and by the look on Feistl face, he thought so too. To worsen everything, as if it could get any, he had a huge, massive amount of piles to go through.

He lifted his eyes from the paper for the first time in hours when you knocked at the door. He knew your shift had ended a couple of hours ago, but you decided to finish the paperwork of the day so it wouldn't affect his own work the next morning, even though you couldn't have finished it on time because of the extra work put over you. It was something he frequently saw you doing, leaving much later than the others.

"I am leaving, sir. Is there something I could do for you?"

He scratched his chin and sighed heavily "Well, if you could make this fucking paperwork disappear I would built a statue of you"

You exiled a short laugh "I'm afraid that's not possible, sir"

"No, it's not" he reclined on his chair and looked at your body on the frame for a few seconds "Have a goodnight"

You nodded and left. He stood up to get a drink right after, hearing some noises outside that must have been you grabing your stuff. You were probably the last person on the floor besides him, and soon enough he would be alone, like he had been for so many nights, working until late, only able to go home to shower and come back. It wasn't much trouble, though, it's not like he could sleep even if he had the time.

A soft knock on the door surprised him, glass and bottle on each hand.

"Sorry to bother again" you said with only your head in the room after he told you to come in "But do you want help?"

He looked at you, at the pile and then at you again "You wanna help me with that?" you nodded "Why?"

"Nothing better to do" you shruged.

He should've said no. Should've told you to go home and have some rest.

He should have, yes.

"Have a sit" he pointed to the couch with the piles of papers he's been on for the last three hours.

You closed the door behind you and something on his skin tingled. You had never been this alone.

"Want a drink?" you didn't hesitate in accepting, as if waiting for him to offer.

Javier poured you one too and handed you the glass, something you thanked him for as you took a sip and he sitted beside you. You two stayed in silence reading, the only sound being the papers as you tossed them around.

"Can I give you an unasked opinion, sir?"

He almost laughed at that "Go ahead"

"You're separating these by topics, I see" he nodded "Taking one paper at the time and seeing what they are and then doing them separetly " he nodded again "I think it would be quicker if we made piles by the specific topics you have"

"You mean..."

"I mean" suddenly you stood up from the couch and knelt on the floor. Fortunally you didn't see his eyes going wide as you took a pile in your hands and put it beside you "You have a huge office, you should put the files on display and organize them better" you looked at him while taking the other piles "You helping?"

He smirked and hushed to help you. He liked this side of you; more relaxed, kind of bossy, tongue more loose... It was a shame you only showed him when there was alcohol running through your system.

"This, if you don't mind me saying, is how I organize the piles on your desk when I bring them to you, but you seem to prefer the hardest way"

Fuck, he was getting hard.

It was nuts. Absolutly nuts. What the fuck was happening, what effect was that you had on him? You did nothing but say a few dirty words without intention. Completely. Nuts.

"I do prefer the hard way" came out of his mouth before he could control it. If you didn't notice the double meaning or chose to ignore it, he didn't know "But I never noticed, no" he sighed "Honestly, I don't even know how it got to this point"

The paperwork, somehow, did accumulate, even though all he did of his life was working.

"I understand, I can see how you get lost in work" your focus was on the papers and you didn't seem to notice how he shifted on his place on the floor, trying to hide the beggining of an erection.

With your efficiency and new way of working, one hour and a half later and almost the whole paperwork gone, you're on your third glass and him on his fourth. He's used to drinking whiskey, but it was still alcohol, and it was making his skin buzz. You had already took off your blazer - his own gone hours ago - , wearing a thin blouse with a very modest neckline; your legs were crossed, making your skirt move up a little, and he was going crazy with just the tiny amount of skin you were showing.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead" you didn't even move your eyes from the paper.

"Why didn't you go home?"

You don't talk for a few seconds and he took the opportunity to stare "There's nothing waiting for me at home"

That got him thinking about your moving there. To go from a small town in the countryside to a city like Bogotá, not knowing a soul; you had acquaintances, yes, but he saw you that day at the bar, they surely were people you liked to be with, but were not friends of yours. Javi had been there, too, actually, if he would be honest with himself, he was still in the same situation. When he moved to Medellín, he had those people he could go out with and grab a drink after work, but that was all; at least until Steve came into the picture, the person he never thought he would befriend with, the only real friend he'd had in years.

"Yeah, I kind of get that" your eyes meet "Work until late for a reason"

"I guess we both need to get a life, then" you smirked.

"Cheers to that" he raised his glass to you, you did the same until it clicked with his "So, life... How is yours going?" he tried to act nonchalant by moving his eyes on the paper in his hand "With that ex-boyfriend thing and all"

Your laugh was low "Don't do that"

"Do what?" he raised his eyes again to find yours still on him.

You tilted your head to the side "Don't go down that road when we're like this"

"Like what?" he caught the exact moment your eyes fell to his lips, so he casually wet them with his tongue. If he wasn't so absorbed by the thickness in the air, he would have laughed at the way your eyes shut and your head fell back to rest on the couch.

"Drunk and... Not thinking straight"

Javi raised his eyebrows "I like the winding thoughts I'm having, though"

"Yeah" the look you gave him made him shiver.

Without breaking eye contact, Javi belted down his drink to gain courage and slowly moved his body until you were pressed side by side, giving you time to get your space again if you wanted to.

"This fine?" his voice was barely louder than a whisper.

You nodded.

"What if I wanted to kiss you right now?" he rested one forearm on the couch to lean his face closer to yours.

You gulped as you stared into his eyes "Then I think you should do it before we-"

He didn't give you the time to finish your sentence before his lips were on yours. Your lips were soft, he could taste the whiskey on your tongue as well with the gums you would chew all day. His right hand went straight to your jawline to lead the kiss. It was not a lulled kiss, neither a gentle one, Javier was ruthless, taking out on your lips all the built up tension from the last few months. He couldn't believe it was finally happening. You were quick to follow his pace, your fingers grasping his shirt and pulling him even closer. The first moan you let out get Javi even more eagered, his hand passing down your body to grab your ass. You took advantage of his action and, before he knew, you were climbing up his lap, knees on each side of his torso, and once you were fully sitted on his lap, you both couldn't contain a moan. At that point, your skirt barely covered half your ass; because of that, he figured that you wouldn't mind his hands slowly rubbing up your tights until they reached the fabric and rolled it up your waist.

Javi parted your mouths to take a good look at you on his lap, his eyes wandered from your heavy eyelids, your lips puffy and red from the kisses, your blouse-covered chest raising and falling as fast as his until they got to the black thong you were wearing and he couldn't help but moan "Oh, fuck me"

"You like them?" your mouth came down his neck to give him wet kisses.

"How wouldn't I?" he held you by the nape of the neck and brought your mouths together again "I've wanted this for so long"

You released some kind of laughter "I know"

"Oh, do you?" he raised his brows.

"You're not exactly subtle for an agent" you murmured between kisses.

He snorts "Well, thanks for the insight"

Javi couldn't resist the urge to touch you through the tiny piece of fabric and you moaned at the pressure at your clitoris, but he moaned too at the wetness he found.

Javi didn't ask you how long you had wanted him, you were grinding on his lap at that moment and that was all that mattered. But he wished you had said it, that you had desired him as much as he had desired you, that all this time he had been imagining this moment, you were imagining it too.

"Fuck baby, you are so wet already" his tongue licked a stripe on your neck "All this for me?"

You answer was muffled by a moan; it seemed positive, but before he could confirm you were linking your mouths again in a searing kiss.

You started moving your hips on his erection and you both moaned at the pressure. Suddenly, his torso is being pushed down to the ground, chests pressed against each other, your fingers tangled his hair and pushed and he fucking whimpered.

Jesus Christ, he was in heaven and was not even inside of you yet.

You grinded furiously against him and he found it absolutly beautiful how you were using him to pleasure yourself and was not embarressed to do so. So. Fucking. Hot.

He felt like he was coming in any second.

"Fuck, you keep doing that and will have me cumming on my fucking pants, bebita"

"Oh, say it again!"

"What? That I'm within seconds to cumming?"

You moaned loudly at that "No- I mean, that too, that's hot, but- oh fuck"

"Bebita?" he felt you shiver at the pet name and chuckled "You like that, huh?"

You grabbed the nape of his neck and lowered your head to crush your lips to his again, tongues fighting heatedly. Javi started to feel that heat boiling at the bottom of his stomach, his hips grinded against yours and the pressure were just perfect; by the sounds you were making, you were as close as he was. Javi reached for you ass and grabbed it with both of his hands and squeezed, adding even more pressure to the grindness. At last, he sucked the pulse in your neck and you started to shake above him; that combined with the sweet noises that came out of you, he was gone.

You collapse on top of him, fingers unconsciously running through his hair; his members were sore and he was so tired and satisfied that he could sleep right there. The both fo you took deep breaths while your head rested on the gap of his neck and his on the floor.

"I can't remember the last time I did this" he was the first to break the silence.

"I actually do this everyday to my pillow" you mumbered humurously and he moaned.

"Shit, you're gonna be the death of me" his hand ran up and down from your ass to your backs, loving the feeling of your curves.

You raised your head to find his eyes and the moment was gone. You both realizing what you just had done, the before contentedness in him that was mirrowed in your eyes then turning into panic.

"Shit" you clumsly stood up. You put your skirt down as quickly as you could.

"It's getting late" it was already late when you came to his office "I should go" you should stay, he wanted to say.

But instead he only nodded. He knew it was for the best. He shouldn't have let it come this far.

You quickly get your stuff and wishes him a goodnight. His eyes don't leave you until you pass through the door, yours, though, don't meet him once.

He stayed there on the floor, cum staining his pants, and even though he was fully clothed, the room had never felt colder.

➫

The next day was pure craziness. After you left his office, Javi went home, took a shower and lied in bed thinking of what had just happened between the two of you and what would happen from then on until he had to come back to work. Before he could even get to his office, you intercepted him with a cup of coffee and the news of a surprise and excruciating slow meeting with the ambassador, which led to another one with the CIA and then the atrocious combination of them both together. By the time Javi was freed from hell, everybody else were already leaving; due to your situation, he thaught that would be your case too, so he was surprised to see you still on your desk.

"I was waiting to see if you would need something else from me before I left" was your answer to the question on his face.

"I think I'm heading home too, actually" after a day like that, he felt like maybe he could even get some sleep.

He had work to do, yeah, and usually it didn't matter to him if his mind wasnt in the right place - it rarely was anyways -, but he knew nothing productive would result from working in that state. Javi also wanted to talk to you; he had so many thing in his mind, what he thought about during that whole previous night: he wanted you. So bad he didn't even know how to express it, so much he let himself cum in his pants just to get the little you were wailing to give to him. And he was concerned about what your reaction to that would be, because it was obvious that you wanted him too, but your actions showed him that you didn't want to want him. All those thoughts were consuming him, but it would have to wait for another day, he didn't think that was the right time, not at work. Maybe he could invite you for drinks and talk things through or-

"I was wondering if we could talk, too" you interrupt his thoughts "About yesterday"

If Javi wasn't a trained professional, he probably would've had his mouth opened in absolut shock. It was like you read his mind.

"Of course" you both looked around the department, the couple people remaining already preparing to leave. Still, he opened his office door and nodded for you to come in.

You were flustered, nervous even. Javi didn't know what to expect from that talk, he wished you would cave in to your needs and fuck him already, but he felt like you wouldn't be easy on him. Honestly, he couldn't read you.

The both of you stood akwardly in the middle of the room, door closed behind you. He waited patiantly for you to start talking, for you to take the lead of the conversation.

"So" you sighed "I wanted to apologise"

His face contorted in a deep frown "What for? You have nothing to apologise"

"I do, yes" you shook your head "It was completely irresponsible and unprofessional and we shouldn't have done that"

If you said you were embarressed last time, about the things you had said on the bar, Javi didn't know what you could possibly be feeling at that moment: your face was getting red, your eyes wouldn't meet his, your hands squeezed each other in your front; he kind of felt bad he was the cause of your discomfort.

"You didn't do anything by yourself"

"I jumped on you like a crazy-ass-horny woman!" over your shoulder, you look outside to see if there was anyone to witness your voice raising; there wasn't.

Javi could barely contain the smirk forcing itself upon his mouth at the memory of you riding him in that very same floor, just a few steps from where you stood. He really couldn't contain the beggining of an erection, though.

"And I loved that" you looked at him as if he was crazy for saying it "I did!" he took a few steps in your direction "And honestly, if anyone should be blamed it's me, I'm the boss, aren't I? The authority in the room or some shit like that"

The way you look at him said that you agreed, that he should be blamed too, should've had more self control, but you didn't say it and that made him smile, the way you still tried to keep your composure at work.

You sighed "Still, it wasn't right and I'm sorry"

"I'm not" he took another step towards you.

"It's not the point, sir"

"I don't think you are that sorry either" your brows raised in surprise "And fucking quit calling me 'sir' now, there's just us in here" another step.

"I'm just-" you shrugged "I'm trying to be professional, that's all"

"Baby we're a little too late for that now"

"Jesus Christ" you pinched the bridge of your nose, he could feel the frustration exhaling from you "You don't like to make things easy, do you?"

"What's the fun in that?" the joke landed flat "I have a proposal"

That got your attention "I don't think I like where this is going"

"Well, that's the thing" he took one more step "I think you do. You fucking grinded on me on this floor until we both came. You want me. What are you so afraid of?"

"You're my fucking boss!" your exasperation made him want to laugh and scream out of frustration at the same time "I like this job, I want to keep it"

"I would never put your job in risk"

"You can't be sure" it was true, Javi barely had a say in anything, but he would do anything in his power for you not to lose your job, especially because of him "And even if this" you pointed between the two of you "didn't make me lose it, it would be living hell if people found out"

"I can be discreet"

You crossed your arms "You're not taking me seriously"

"I am, I promise that I am" he really was "I just- You gave me a taste of what it would look like and now I'm starving for more" he scratched his chin, a little embarressed he let that slip out "I would do anything to have you for one night, we don't have to take work to the bedroom"

"Oh" you snorted "there's a bedroom in the scene now?"

"What?" he raised his brows "You thought I was fucking you in my office?" you went silent "You fucking did"

Javi is no romantic man, he thought about fucking you in every place possible, in the bathroom there, against the nearest wall, but when truly thinking about taking you, it would always be in a bedroom, somewhere you both would be able to take your time.

"Do you fantasize about it?" a step closer "Do you touch yourself thinking about me?" your eyes wouldn't meet his, so he carefully took your chin and angled your head until they did "Where?"

You gulped "Where what?"

"Where did you imagine?" his voice was barely above a whisper.

"Your desk"

"Fucking dirty woman" he smirked "I'm gonna fuck you on my desk, bebita" he took you by the waist, colliding your body to his "And on my couch" his nose traveled from your cheek to your neck "On the fucking window so eveyone can see how pretty you will look with my cock deep inside of you"

"Shit" your voice broke, breathless.

"Do you want it? Huh? To be full of my cock?" you nodded "I want words"

"Yes" you puffed.

"Yes what?"

You looked at him with a defiant look "Yes, sir"

He had to laugh "You are the worst"

His lips collided with yours with so much fierceness he was surprised they didn't start bleeding. His hands were all over your body, your breasts, your back, your ass. You pulled his hair with both hands and he moaned. Javi wanted you so bad it hurt. He decided to be bold and lifted you skirt to your waist, then placed you sitted on the edge of his desk, each of your legs on each side of his hips, pushing everything that was on your way to the floor, paying no attention to anything that wasn't you.

"I hate how you kiss me" you mumbled frustrated between kisses and he pinched his brows.

"You have a very distinct way to hate things"

"You just do it so well" your hands covered his cheeks "Makes me want to do this everyday"

Javi couldn't help but to smirk "I don't see why we can't"

"Yes, you do"

"All I see is a gorgeous woman with tasteful lips" he reached your covered mound and passed a finger through your folds, making you moan loudly ", wet lips" he smirked "telling me she wants to kiss me foverer"

You snorted "I didn't say that"

"That's what I heard"

"You are so cocky" you rolled your eyes.

"Damn right I am" Javi pressed his erection to your thigh.

"Yeah, I felt it yesterday" your hands went to unbuckle his belt, quickly reaching for his cock through his underwear and pumping him a couple of times "You're big, sir"

Javi moaned and threw his head back, enjoying the feeling, barely believing it was finally happening. You put down every piece of cloth in your way to his thighs, put your own panties to the side and started to guide him to your entrance.

"You think is gonna be that easy?" he murmured in your ear, dodging his dick to press on your clit instead, making you moan at the contact, but also groan out of frustration.

"After all this time, it should be"

"You know what I want to hear, baby" he peppered kisses on your neck while still grinding his dick from your clit to your entrance, you were so wet he knew you would have no difficulty to take him.

"Put this thing inside of me, already" you tried to move your hips to get more friction, frustration consuming you.

Even though Javi had a purpose of you to stop calling him 'sir', he could barely hold himself from sliping inside of you, so that's what he did. Your moan as he slowly made space for him inside of you will forever be in his mind. Javi cursed under his breath as your walls squeezed him and he had to take a moment to absorb the feeling. So warm, so wet, so tight, he was in heaven. But you were impatiant.

"Please, move"

"Say my name and I will"

"Why are you so attached to this?" you pinched your brows.

He did the same "Why are you so against saying it?"

You licked a stripe on his neck "To piss you off"

"That's okay" he smirked "You don't have to say it, I'm gonna make you scream it" he held your legs and roughly pushed inside expecting to hit your special place; by the way you gasped and grabbed him, he got it just right "Found it"

Javi ran his nose through your neck and your skin bristled "You're so sensitive here, aren't you, bebita?"

"I'm starting to think that you make me sensitive everywhere"

He laughed and stopped his movements again "Now that's a confession"

"What can I say?" you huffed "It seems like you make my mind go blank when you have your huge dick inside of me and won't. fucking. move"

He laughed and started to slowly take it out just to push it in again at the same speed.

"You're gonna fucking kill me" you whined "Please, faster"

"Are you needy, baby?" he licked your neck "I can feel you squeeze me. You're desperate for my cock, huh?"

"Yes"

"Yes, what?

"Yes, sir"

He increased the speed and you moaned louder "Unbelievable" his hips were reletless and he felt you getting tighter and tighter "You're almost there, aren't you, baby?" you couldn't speak, mouth half opened and nails digging into the skin of his arm "You like it rough, don't you?"

Then he stopped.

"What the fuck?" your voice is hoarsed.

"I'm fucking you slow, baby, is that a crime?" his smile was smudge

"You're evil" you whined, hips moving to find relief.

"I am evil? Who are you to talk about evil? You're fucking teasing me here, bebita. That's so wrong" he started to move slowly again "Just say my name and I'll let you cum"

You nodded your head no.

"Say it"

"No"

"Fucking say. It." he changed the angle to repeatedly hit that spot inside of you and pulled your hair until your back arched.

"Oh my God, Javi!" you screamed as you came hard on his dick, eyes closed tight, mouth opened and body tremblimg.

His name coming out of your mouth was like music to Javi's ears, and hearing it for the first time fomented something insane inside of him. He licked his thumb and pressed it hard against your clit, your eyes widened in surprise and he got a strangled sound out of your mouth as you came again, your body violently shaking under his hands.

"Oh shit, that's it, baby. You're fucking milking me. Shit, shit, shit."

His name was now floating through your lips like a hymn, and he loved to hear it.

"I'm gonna cum"

His words seemed to wake you from your trance "On my mouth"

"Shit" he steped away and out of you and one second later you were on the floor, knelt before him. You grabbed his dick with one hand, put the tip in your mouth and that's all it took for him to cum the hardest he had in his life. You sucked it, greedy until he had nothing more to give you "Let me see it, baby" he asked with a hoarsed voice, asking you to open your mouth, showing that you had swalloed it all "Fucking dirty woman"

You smirked and rested your forehead on his thigh, exausted.

"Come 'ere" he took your hand on his and got you to your feet, holding you against him by your waist "Can you walk?"

"I think I can learn how to do it again, yeah" he chuckled.

Javi lowered your skirt before sitting you on his desk again "How are you getting home?" he asked quietly as he slowly buttoned up your blouse, trying not to startle you and have you running away again.

"I'm taking a cab" you more gently than not stopped his fingers to continue the work yourself.

"Let me take you home" he fished your panties from the floor and put it in his pocked as he wore his pants again

"You don't have to"

"I know I don't. But I'm kind of worried if you will be capable to support yourself for enough time to call a cab after I fucked you this good"

You released the louder chuckle he had ever heard you give as you stood up "You're the absolute worst, Javier."

He started to get hard to the sound of his name on your lips.

"See? Perfectly stable" one of your eyebrows was raised and all he wanted to do was to kiss your attitude away.

"I guess I'll have to fuck you harder next time, then"

"I guess"

You both went quiet as you made your way out of the building and to his car, you only speaking to give him instructions to get to your place.

"There will be a next time, right?" he spoke as you left the car.

How silly of him to think that fucking you once would be enough, would make all the consuming desire go away, if something, it only made him want you more.

You took your time to look at him, as if staring directly to his soul and gave him a small smile.

"Good night, Javi"

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[pedgito]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | Javier Pena x fem!reader

summary | your boyfriend delivers the worst news possible on what should be a day filled with love. luckily your coworker is there in wait, not allowing a perfectly good dinner reservation to go to waste. [2.5k]

content warning | this is probably the tamest thing i've ever written, who am i? mostly fluff, vague descriptions of your boyfriend (technically ex-boyfriend/some misogyny (not by javi), small age gap, co-workers, dinner dates and more, unrequited (innocent) crushes, minimal spanish (mostly just pet names), open-ended

author’s note | @pascalispretty happy valentines day!! this is my first time doing one of these and i was your secret valentine, but i hope you enjoy! i haven't written for javi in so long and i was really craving some soft!javi so this was a joy to write. i hope you enjoy!

You hated the stigma around holidays and what they meant, what they entailed, and why people upheld them so highly. But, here you were—tapping your fingers insistently against the desk across from the pool of DEA agents who would throw a file of paperwork on your desk and expect it to magically poof away and, by default, relinquish themself of any responsibility over it in the process.

You couldn’t fault them all—some of them actually managed to follow instructions. A signature here and there, all in order, leaving with little work to do other than file it away. Murphy followed it to a degree that made you think he probably has some time of background outside of here, back in the states. Always uniform, always proper—he’d been a good addition from the start and a perfect match to Javier Pena’s strong personality and unwillingness to give up control.

He also smiled at you every morning and offered a kind greeting, a small acknowledgment of your existence which couldn’t be spared by many others.

As for Javier—he did the work. There was never an issue, but halfway through an expository to a question he asks his attention is drawn elsewhere. Usually to one of the other few in-office secretaries or visitors that just couldn’t resist a bite at the overconfident and suave agent.

You could see the appeal, but that didn’t mean you had to like it—sometimes it impeded your ability to communicate with him and it really, really annoyed you.

Plus, your boyfriend was perfect. Too perfect that it felt unreal at times, but as all things in your life tended to implode on you—you were waiting for the ball to drop.

“Buenos días, señorita.” Javier greets with a smile that shines perfectly under his thick mustache, dressed in his usual pairing of tight jeans and form-fitting button up. This one was pink though, or a deep red. Jesus, how many different ones did he own?

You snort softly, “Morning, Javi.”

And you’re expecting that crisp folder to slide onto your desk but he’s traversing down the steps into the bay of other desks, straight for his. He’s still in eyeline, his and Steve’s shared workspace right in the center.

His eyes flit up briefly, scanning the room before they land on you again and of course you’re staring, but not for the reasons he’s assuming. And there’s a fierceness behind your eyes that he’s seen before, like he’s about to be lectured.

You grab at an empty file on your desk and hold it up lazily, eyebrows raising in expectation. 

“Oh shit,” He curses lowly, but not soft enough for you to miss before he’s reaching in his desk and holding up the paperwork, “Here—I’ve got it.”

You pluck the item from his grip as he approaches, this time lingering. He’s got his fingers spread out wide on your desk and he leans, practically towers as you sift through his work quietly before jotting something down on a separate sticky note and filing it away for the time being.

“Sorry, bonita,” He apologized, some sincerity in his voice, “I stayed late last night and finished it up but you were already gone—I don’t forget, you know that.”

“All good,” You offer a polite smile and he still doesn’t move, nodding kindly to a few women that pass by, seemingly more done-up than usual, “big plans tonight?”

A man like Javier, there was no way he spent Valentine's Day alone.

Javier offers a non-commital shrug and nods his head in your direction, “What about you? You got that boyfriend, right? Kid with the glasses?”

And okay, Javier was a good chunk older than you. Ten years, maybe. But, kid? Please.

“Yes, that kid.” You roll your eyes light-heartedly. “Um, I reserved a table for dinner at that restaurant Steve recommended a couple months ago. The one he took Connie to.”

“Yeah—yeah, I know that place.” Been a few times, it lingers on his tongue. It didn’t matter if he went alone, the food was decent enough. “You made the reservation?”

“Come on, Javi,” You slap at his forearm gently, “It's not that big of a deal—besides I just…need a break. I thought dinner would be nice.”

“You know I can’t judge you for living at this place,” Javier says around a soft chuckle, “I’m guilty of it too.”

Many nights spent stuck in the office with just you and Javier—the occasional appearance of Steve. It led you to learn a few things about the men, even if inadvertently.

When leads were dry, Javier will go through half a pack in a day and Steve would chew at his fingernails almost constantly, tapping and fidgeting nearly nonstop. They both had obvious tells—a more obvious one for Javier being the close-mouthed smile he gave to women he wasn’t interested in but still remained polite to while the other, the unabashed grin was reserved for the women who piqued his interest.

He's given you both, but that was beside the point. 

“Any recommendations?” You ask curiously, fidgeting with the plastic clip on your pen.

Javier considers it briefly, lips pursing together as he taps his pointer finger in thought, “Well, the Pescado Frito they have is pretty good—can’t really go wrong with that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You note, leaning back in your chair as you spot Steve making his way into the office.

“I thought you hated holidays like this?” Javier questions curiously, a sentiment he shared. They seemed pointless outside of the few that offered him a reprieve from work.

You shrug, looking away briefly to avoid his steadfast gaze.

“Well, I don’t think all of us are impervious to stuff—I wanted to do something…nice. I guess?”

Javier isn’t entirely convinced, seeing the uncertainty in your shy smile but he lets it go, slapping the desk lightly before waving a quick goodbye as Steve pulls him aside.

It had to be intel—and good intel at that by the way Javier’s face morphs into sudden interest, thumb and pointer finger brushing over his mustache.

And really, you shouldn’t keep staring at him. Not with that dinner on the forefront of your mind, the one you had so meticulously planned out for you and your boyfriend.

Things had to be perfect. There was no other option.

But, then Javier chances another glance in your direction and something swells in your throat—anxiety, sadness. You can't quite place it, but you swallow it down. Force it away.

Only a few more hours to go.

-

The call comes an hour before you’re due to head home, already packing up your belongings preemptively. And you smile at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice.

It’s been a few months. Good months. Too good.

He was younger, like you—some IT guy in his earlier twenties with a kind heart. Or, so you assumed.

“Hey,” You answer softly, lightly into the phone, “reservations are in a couple hours.”

“About that,” His voice sounds off, distant, “I don’t think I can make it.”

Your heart drops into your stomach and you find yourself chewing at your bottom lip in worry, watching wearily as Javier and Steve hold matching coffees in their grip, marching back to their desks in sync. Javier’s gaze lingers for a moment, a normal motion he did just to check on you.

Nothing more.

But, he spots the change in your emotion.

Still, he continues on.

“What—I—I’ve had these reservations for two weeks,” You reply in a hushed voice, trying to contain your frustration, “what happened—what changed?”

“I just—I don’t really know how to say this,” The dread is immediate, but your mind is filled with anger—rigid, bitter anger that wants to bite, “I think we should break up.”

“Are you fucking serious?” The small outburst catches the attention of you people but you avoid their gaze, even more pointedly Javier, who’s gone from inconspicuously spying to full on gawking now, alongside Steve who had a sudden interest. They’ve never seen you like…this. “Today? This felt like a good thing to tell me today?”

“I’ve been trying—“

“You’re an asshole.” You bite harshly, “You can pick your shit up from my apartment this weekend.”

You don’t let him have the final word, slamming the phone back down into the receiver and ignoring the gathering stares and sparse, hushed whispers.

You could sit and wallow, allow yourself to stew in regret and worry, wondering what you did wrong—but you knew it wasn’t you. It couldn’t have been. All the trying and trying and trying you do, the maximum amount of effort met with little enthusiasm. You were naive to think that things would work,

You’re thankful when the shift nears its end and people file out quietly, albeit with a few side-stares, you find yourself mulling over the idea of canceling the reservation completely. But, then there was perfectly good, hard-earned money going to waste. And you could eat by yourself, but the idea seemed even more miserable as you had specifically booked a table for two, decorations and accommodation to match. It felt ridiculous, in hindsight. 

You pass the stack of paperwork off to your boss as you step into his office, scurrying back to your desk with your head down—already prepared to go home and wallow in your self-pity.

“You alright?” Javier asks suddenly, jumping slightly at his voice as you turn on your heels, hip bumping into your desk in the process, wincing at the pain, “shit—sorry.”

He’s smiling to lighten the mood but it doesn’t help.

“You’re…fine,” You wave him off, leaning into the weight of the desk as he lingers, fingers shoved into the front pockets of his pants, “I’m heading home in a bit.”

“No dinner?” He asks curiously—if he was attempting to be coy he was doing a terrible joy.

It was only minimally amusing, cracking a smug smile at his obvious prying. 

“No dinner,” You confirm, “and he broke up with me, so…”

“Cabrón,” He says under his breath, but it isn’t lost on you, “I’m sorry—that’s…fucked up.”

You shrug, “Now I’m debating on canceling and wasting the money I put down to reserve it or looking pathetic if I show up by myself—“

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Javier defends, speaking entirely from personal experience. 

“Javi, it’s Valentine’s Day.” 

“And?”

Suddenly though, you’re struck with an idea. 

“Are you busy?” You ask curiously and Javier raises a curious eyebrow your way and smirks, “No ladies in waiting tonight?”

“Not yet.” Javier jokes lightly, knowing his usual routine of hitting the bar after work would end in one of two ways, and even if he didn’t mind spending his nights alone, it was nice to be in the company of others in whatever capacity.

“Go with me.” You suggest, poking at his bicep. “Since you love the place so much.”

“Come on, hermosa,” Javier chides playfully, “If you wanted to take me on a date, just ask.”

You grin wide, heart fluttering at the flirtatious tone he carried in his voice—it wasn’t something you weren’t used to, but it was never so pointedly directed at you.

“I am,” You tell him, “I just—I’ll need to go home and change first.”

His brow furrows and he looks you over, seeing nothing wrong, “Why? You look fine. You always do.”

It’s something he tells you daily—and maybe he has his own selfish reasons, though you know he does it to most of the women in the office, but the way he’s saying it to you now feels different.

He means it, no humor in his voice.

“My—” You can’t even address him in the moment, rolling your eyes with full force as you rub your fingers over your forehead to will away the lines of stress that form there, “I just—he used to say work clothes never complimented me very well. I already had a dress picked out, I can be quick.”

“Save it. I think you look perfect.” Javier affirms softly, keys jingling in his back pocket as he fishes them out, “I’ll drive us.

“But, my car—”

And hand breaches your shoulder, hot to the touch as his fingers curl around your form.

“Hey,” He’s searching for your eyes, waiting until they lock with his own and he nods, expecting the same motion to make sure you’re with him, “I’ll drive you there and back, you don’t have to change—we can enjoy some good food and forget about your shitty boyfriend, alright?”

You nod quietly, earning a gentle squeeze in response.

–

It wasn’t a date, not in the slightest. But, Javier did his damndest to make you feel like it was.

And maybe it was the guilt over him knowing you just got dumped—that whatever you had spent so much time planning had fell out underneath you, but it didn’t quell the nervous anxiety that you felt as you both sipped on a shared bottle of wine and your separate dinners, watching Javier grimace around the lip of his wine glass.

“Horrible, right?” You laugh softly, watching as he forces the liquid down and nods jerkily.

“Food is great, though—the wine,” Javier makes a face of uneasiness that has you covering a laugh with your palm, “—that’s why I stick with tequila or whiskey.”

“Can’t say I have much of a preference,” You admit, “as long as it does the job.”

Javier nods knowingly, stabbing his fork into a piece of food and chewing thoughtfully, the fingers of his unoccupied hand rubbing together as an idea forms in his head, “You know, if you’re not busy I was going to meet up with Steve and Connie for a drink. Later tonight—if you’re interested?”

You can’t believe how instantly you want to agree, blaming it on your impulsivity. 

“Javi, I don’t know,” You respond quietly, “I don’t—I don’t really go out like that.”

“Well—that dress you were talking about. It wouldn’t go completely to waste if you wanted to wear it out tonight. Plus, you treated me to a nice dinner—let me treat you to a couple drinks.”

It sounds like the perfect idea. Too perfect. Too good to be true.

“Javi,” You tease shyly, “if you’re trying to ask me out on a date just say it.”

Javier chuckles softly and you know it’s only an attempt to make a shitty day not so shitty, but the underlying chase you two have allowed to happen for so long now was unobscured by outside forces and you hated how easy it was for him to distract you from everything that had transpired today.

“Is that a yes?” Javier teases.

You sigh reluctantly, though a subtle grin pulls at your face, eyes soften at the expectant look on Javier’s face, all puppy-eyed and nothing like the man you’re used to seeing in the office. This was a side of him that felt new and you were curious to discover more. You nod.

“Well, hermosa—I guess it’s a date then.”

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[oliviajdjarin]

Javier Pena: Blowing Off Steam

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: During one of the most important meetings of his career, Javier is relentlessly distracted by the drive over.

Excerpt: "That's the spot, isn't it hermosa?" he said into your ear. The smell of your sweat mixed with your perfume as well as the small groans you were releasing only spurred him on more. "Think you're in control, thought you had me."

Your eyes fluttered closed and your jaw began to tremble, digging your nails into his bulging biceps seemed to be the only thing giving you any sort of relief.

Neither of you heard the partition clicking shut.

He smiled at your state, kissing the crown of your head. "You do have me, cielo. But tonight I have you."

Warnings: making out, heavy touching, smutty smut smut, dirty talk, my attempt at Spanish, unestablished relationship, swearing, italicized=flashback/past, I am positive this doesn't actually work with canon, Javier is a simp.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I don't really know what to say besides I missed this with every part of me. Please enjoy this brain rot that has gotten me through the last three months.

If you would like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated <3

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(gif from pinterest you cannot convince me that isn't a hickey on his neck bfibrifbiri)

Javier's taste buds were coated with a delightfully devilish mix of Cheval Blanc and red lipstick as he sucked in your heated breaths.

Your thighs fit so fucking perfectly in his hands as he gave them a squeeze. Your bare, sweaty skin squeaked against the leathered seats in response.

"Javi," you whined, and he shushed you gently. The streetlights passing by illuminated your smooth skin like music, and he was tempted to pull away only to stare at you.

Another whimper from your swollen mouth persuaded him against it.

He moved his teeth down your throat, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He could feel the heat of your core against him as you began to grind into him slightly, god did it make his lower stomach pulse.

He switched to the left side of your neck, pushing you against the car door ever so slightly as he cut his vision to the driver. The man's bald head had remained facing forward, his skin a deep tan. He figured limo drivers had to deal with this sort of bullshit all the time. A part of him enjoyed the fact that another man was learning just how liquid you were for him.

A bigger part of him fucking hated it.

It was this millisecond of inner turmoil that gave you the upper hand - pulling his mouth from your throat and bringing it to your own, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, sliding your hand down his pants, tracing his happy trail as your fingers cupped him so fucking flawlessly -

"Agent?"

Javier sucked in a breath. His palms had practically soaked through the menu in his hands.

"Ye-yes?" he said, clearing his throat.

The Colonel scoffed. "Your head is not where your heart is, Peña."

"Fuck off," he whispered back, and stuck his nose back into the menu.

Carillo had called a meeting about a possible promotion for Javi, suggesting he was "too acquainted" with the night life of Colombia to be sitting at a desk all day. He felt Javi was needed on the ground, working within the system than around it. A true DEA agent, rather than a glorified secretary.

Hence whatever the fuck this dinner was.

Javi was surrounded by his superiors, men and women he had never seen nor met before, as well as what had to be hundreds of dollars in booze. The menu before him had words he had never even heard of before, as well as prices that seemed to stretch off the page if he unfocused his eyes.

He was the furthest out of his comfort zone that he could have ever imagined, while consecutively borderline emotional at the favor Carillo was doing for him. He was dealing with more emotions than he had allowed himself to in years.

You had looked too pretty that night not to blow off some steam.

-he could have come right then and there. He felt your smile against his lips as he jumped at the feeling, before practically melting into your hands. He could barely kiss you through his panting.

"Sensitive," you whispered as you dragged your teeth down his jawline, paying particular attention to the crease between his bone and his neck. The two of you had done this enough for you to know all his weak spots.

He gripped the fabric of your dress as you did before sliding his hands underneath it, resting his hands on your ribcage. You sighed at the feeling.

"I'm sensitive?" he whispered, moving his hands all the way up to cup your breasts. You tucked your face more into his neck as he did, but continued to trace his head and dick. This flipped the switch on him once again, chills etching themselves down his spine, and a renewed heat boiling his organs -

Javier came back to a woman whose name he had long forgotten asking him a question he absolutely did not hear.

But, he flashed his charming smile anyway.

"Yes ma'am," he said, and despite the woman's efforts, a faint blush crawled up her neck.

"And what makes you say that?" she said in reply.

He could feel Carillo's smile.

"Just a gut feeling," Javier said, and to his surprise, she smiled.

-that finally caused something in him to ignite. He felt out of body, watching himself as if from he was a fly on the ceiling remove his dominant hand from your breast and bring it between your legs. He only took a few seconds to enjoy the wetness that had culminated there before he teased your opening.

Your jaw fell open, giving him ample opportunity to stick his tongue down your throat as he finally fingered you up to the knuckle.

Your body convulsed against him, any and all air escaping your lungs the very second he began to pump in and out of you. It was messy, it was desperate, but god was it everything -

"And how exactly was that handled, Agent...." the man paused, before snapping his fingers in recognition. "Peña. Agent Peña."

Javier swallowed. "Well, we could never have pulled it off without the Colonel, as well as our other agents."

Javier had never spoken so out of his ass in his life.

"I was just a puzzle piece," he said before taking another sip of his bourbon.

The man appeared partially pleased, but unconvinced.

"And how exactly do you plan on being less of a puzzle piece going forward, Mr. Peña?" The man said this as he leaned forward in his chair, folding his hands onto the table.

Every eye at this goddamn table was on him, and for some reason, it made him think of you once again. The way you would whisper in his ear. Your unwillingness to appear afraid. You had told him once you couldn't afford to look afraid in a city like Bogotà.

"It's better to look stupid than afraid. It would eat me fucking alive," you had said.

He decided to take a page out of your book for once.

"I plan on being the person placing the pieces, sir," Javier said. "I can only do that by being more active in the streets. Fieldwork, groundwork, whatever you want to call it."

Javier leaned forward, mimicking the man's position almost exactly.

"How else can I see the full picture?" he asked.

The man's skin was as red as his wine, while his colleagues were as shined as gold.

-and more, prompting Javier to do what he seemed incapable to avoid doing whenever he was with you: lose complete control of his mouth.

"That's the spot, isn't it hermosa?" he said into your ear. The smell of your sweat mixed with your perfume as well as the small groans you were releasing only spurred him on more. "Think you're in control, thought you had me."

Your eyes fluttered closed and your jaw began to tremble, digging your nails into his bulging biceps seemed to be the only thing giving you any sort of relief.

Neither of you heard the partition clicking shut.

He smiled at your state, kissing the crown of your head. "You do have me, cielo. But tonight I have you."

You rocked up and down onto his fingers, whining into his ear as he used his middle finger to pump, and his thumb to caress your clit. He took the one he had around your neck down to your thigh, tracing the muscles, invigorating what you were already feeling between your thighs. It rose up and up to your breasts, forcing you to cup and play with them.

He smiled again, removing the hand from your thigh to bring it up to one of your breasts. He fondled one, while you fondled the other.

"Didn't know you could get this bothered from just my ha-"

"Shut the fuck up," you said and kissed him so hard your teeth clashed -

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Agent Peña," said the blushing woman from before. "I look forward to working with you in the future."

Javier was no dummy. He could very easily read between the lines of what she was implying. However, due to how much he could not get his mind off of you - despite the fact that he finally got the job he had been dreaming about since he was a little kid - he had a feeling that he would only disappoint.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said, and shook her hand firmly.

He said his goodbyes to his superiors before following Carillo outside the restaurant. The two men sat there, waiting for their individual limos to arrive.

Where the DEA got the money for shit like this, Javier had no idea.

Carillo patted Javier on the back in congratulations, which was more affection that Javier had ever seen the man give to his own wife, and Javier gave him a nod in return.

It was then that Carillo began to chuckle.

"Cual es tu problema?" Javier asked, slightly aggitated.

Carillo shook his head. "You could have at least attempted to hide your way of blowing off steam, Pena," he said, gesturing to his own neck.

Javier must have reddened, because Carillo only laughed harder.

-so hard he was shocked one didn't chip. The two of you stayed that way for some - grinding and kissing and pulling at each other - before the limo finally pulled up to his destination.

You pulled away from him as you felt the limo lurch into park. You looked behind him, eyes widening slightly at the sight of the restaurant Javier would be dining at. You then smiled at him, wiping at his face and his hair, as well as straightening out his lapel.

"You should have warned me," you said to him, "I would have gone easier."

He smiled. "No, you wouldn't."

You smiled back, giving him one last kiss. It was deep, but deep in a way that meant more than goodbye. He couldn't afford to look more into it than that.

"Good luck," you whispered, and he nodded before exiting the vehicle. He saw you wipe at your own face through the window, as well as give the driver your address.

He watched you drive away, his heart shifting from a delightful flutter to an anxious one.

He watched his limo pull up behind Carillo's, sucking in the last of the chilled night air.

"Good luck, Peña," Carillo said as he walked to his car, a slight slur in his voice from all the bourbon. "Go and fucking celebrate."

Javier grinned as he opened his limo's door, exhaling in relief at his prayers of having a different driver being answered. The driver didn't even turn around as he said in a thick Colombian accent, "Where to?"

Javier knew exactly where he was headed.

He was going to fucking celebrate.

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Dare to Surrender [Javier Pena x Reader]

Dare to Surrender

Pairing: Javier Pena x f!reader [no name/ physical description/no use of y/n]

Words: 4.8

“First to come loses.”

You can’t stand Javier Pena but when Steve Murphy makes an off-hand remark that gets both you and Javier’s competitive sides going, there’s no telling how far you’ll go.

A/N: This is porn with a dash of plot because my other story is angsty and stressin’ too many people out. If there’s any interest I’ll turn this into a series ‘cuz I like Javier Pena, that sweet slutty Narcos agent with a heart secretly of gold. AKA COMMENT AND I'LL MAKE MORE.

You absolutely loathe Javier Peña 

Not just because he's arrogant.

Not just because he strides around the embassy like he owns it. 

Not just because when you were hired by Noonan to help he and Murphy with the Escobar case he treated you like shit for the entire first month. 

But because he's all of those things plus a serial womanizer. 

Peña knows he turns the heads of most of the women here in the embassy. He's slept with most if not all of the secretaries. Even some of the lower level analysts have been found in the dark corner of the American bar you all frequent, pressed tightly between Peña and the wall. 

And for some reason this really pisses you off. As a woman maybe it's just that you're so over the playboy angle he tries with everyone. You came to work here because you thought it'd be a place populated with professional agents and exciting adventures. So far it's you poring over files while Javier Peña goes off and gets the glory. 

He sails into work today while you and Murphy sit across from one another at one of the wide tables. You've been there since seven exchanging intel from your last visit into town. He swans over to your side of the table, his dark eyes scanning the photographs you and Murphy have been discussing. 

Peña moves to tilt against the table, one lean leg crossed over the other at the ankle. His arms hang loosely crossed over his broad chest.

"I need the Ramirez file," he rasps from above you. 

"Not your secretary Peña," you say without looking up from the table. "Get it yourself."

"You had it last."

"And I put it back in the cabinet."

"Looked there."

"No you didn't," you say slamming your palm onto the table in frustration. "You just got in."

Peña has completely distracted you from your line of thought and you give an angry grunt. His lips curl into a slow smirk as you glare up at him. 

Murphy shoots you both an exasperated look, knowing exactly what this is ramping up to be. It's what it always ramps up to be. He watches you turn back to your work as Peña smirks down at the top of your head.

"A bit early to be so wound up," Peña muses, popping a cigarette between his lips. "Need to release some of that tension, Osita."

You immediately bristle at the nickname. Osita. Little Bear. Given to you by Peña at the end of your first week because he claims you look innocent but you're terrifying when provoked. 

"It's not early Peña," you snap back, your hands curving into fists under the table. "You just never show up on time." 

You and Peña arguing is a hallmark in this department. From your first day here Peña has done everything in his power to drive you up the wall and like a cornered animal you've felt compelled to respond in kind. 

After four months however, it seems Murphy has had it and murmurs just loud enough for you both to hear: 

"Oh just fuck each other and get it over with."

Blood immediately rushes to your cheeks as you dart your gaze up from the papers and Peña's eyes have gone owlish in his face as he stares at his partner.

Murphy seems to feel your dual gazes on him because his cheeks pink and he stands muttering that he needs to grab something from Carillo's office. You and Peña watch him leave, your bodies stiff.  When the door finally closes behind Murphy you’re both left staring after him in silence. As per usual it's Peña and his big mouth that breaks the quiet first. 

"Maybe he's right."

You hold your head in your hands completely exasperated. Your fingers press gently against your eyes. "Are you seriously talking about this right now?"

"What's the harm?"

"Besides complete unprofessional-ism?"  You begin gathering your notes and photographs into a little pile. Your trembling hands betray you though and as an agent trained to observe everything, this does not go unnoticed by Javier.

"So pent up," Peña murmurs, as his eyes skate over your down turned face. "You really do need some release."

"And you're the one who's gonna do that?" you roll your eyes, not thinking about what you’re saying.  Javier’s eyes darken if possible, desire licking the irises.  

"I could be."

"Hard to imagine how that'd happen since I can't fucking stand you."

"You don't need to like me to sleep with me," Peña reasons unabashed as he follows you away from the table and towards the coffee maker in the far corner. "I should know. Most of the women we work with can't stand me. At least not until they're bouncing on my cock, begging for more."

You stumble walking at his last sentence, his words filthy and shocking. You try to regain your composure, pouring a fresh cup of the cheap coffee they have here as you talk over your shoulder. 

 "So what, I sleep with you and you think that'll make me like you?"

"Don't care if you like me," Peña shrugs, his voice a quiet rasp.

Javier stands with his hip angled against the counter. His palm rests there, watching you busy yourself with adding more sugars to the bitter coffee.  He smirks when you take another sip, cringing at the burnt flavor.

"Just want to see what you look like when you finally surrender to me, osita."

His plush lips have curved into a smile at that. You scowl over your mug, narrowing your eyes at him. 

"I'd never surrender to you, Peña."

"Is that a challenge?" He raises an eyebrow in amusement.

"Not a challenge," you answer with a scoff. "Just the truth." 

///

Javier knows it's a challenge and it's one he's only too eager to win. He can't wait to knock you off your high horse. 

Ever since you started here you act like you're better than everyone else. You think long hours equates with being a good agent but the fact of the matter is some people are born with it. Javier Peña considers himself one of those. You’re good at your job, but you work at it too hard. You are tense because it doesn’t come naturally to you.

He really doesn't like having you in his office. He wishes he could say it's because you're bad at your job. But you're not. 

No, his reasons for not wanting you in his office are far more carnal. 

You’re just a major distraction.

He'd tried to pick you up your first week here. Mentioned the bar everyone went to after work but you'd been so adamantly against it. He'd assumed this was nerves from your first day and tried again later that week.  

But when his knuckles had brushed along your upper arm you'd pulled back and told him to keep his hands to himself, shooting a scowl at him, baring your teeth. It’s when the nickname had been invented. Osita.

He'd done as you asked, never so much as brushing against you when you passed in the halls. 

You don't want him, it's obvious. So of course that just makes him want you more. It makes his cock ache just thinking about all the filthy things he wants to do to you. 

Steve's off-hand comment about you two fucking had surprised Javier, belatedly amusing him. But then he'd caught your reaction out the corner of his eye. The flush along your cheeks had given him an inkling. It was the trembling hands that had given you away. 

Emboldened he watches you sipping your coffee and glaring at him. He tilts his head, playfully looking you over. You give him a wary look, going to move from him when he snaps his hand out, curling it around your wrist and tugging you back against his chest. 

"C'mon Osita," he purrs in a way he knows other women love. "Just surrender to me. I'll make you feel so fucking good."

He doesn’t know why but he’s stuck on that word; surrender.  Javier thinks it’s because it’s more than just giving in, it’s the submission interlaced with the yielding and that excites him.

He doesn't miss the way you swallow before shooting daggers at him, your coffee spilling droplets onto the floor. You wrench your arm out of his grip and drop into your rolling chair. 

"Never."

He watches you with narrowed eyes as you begin typing away on the typewriter. He thinks he’ll forget the whole thing and goes to throw himself into his own chair, desperate for a cigarette. He glances over at you and it’s the sight of your pink tongue lodged directly in the left hand corner of your mouth as you type that makes him stop.

For some reason that flash of tongue has his neck warm.

You gasp in surprise as he spins you in the chair to face him before backing it against the desk. His large palms are on either side of the desk as he tilts his face to yours, his voice pitched sinfully low. 

"Afraid you'll like it too much? Afraid that under all those insults you might just want me?" Peña gives you another playful look, his eyes dancing. "You claim you won't surrender but I'm not so sure."

"You could fuck me every which way from Sunday and I would never surrender to you." 

He doesn't miss the way your eyes dart to his mouth before his eyes and suddenly he knows.

///

You hate him but you want him. 

You want to know why every woman unravels when he walks by. How women you respect turn into fluttering idiots when he smiles at them. 

You're shamed at how much you want it. Because he's not a person you particularly like. He's unpleasant and unprofessional. 

And yet there is something that you haven't been able to see. Something others have and this insatiable curiosity have you staring at Javier's full mouth wondering if he uses it as well as the secretary's you've overheard say he does. 

"So then don't come," Javier challenges you, his mouth so close you could kiss him. "If you're so convinced I won't have you screaming my name then what's stopping you?"

"Because what you're suggesting is I just lay back and let you fuck me, Peña." You roll your eyes again. "How is that appealing at all?"

Javier thinks of you bouncing on his cock and decides that this is more than appealing.

"Let's make it interesting. A challenge.” He holds in a smirk when he sees your posture change. You’re interested. Just as in your work, you want to know more, to experience more.

“What’s the challenge?”

“First to come loses."

You stare openly mouthed for a moment. "Are you a teenager? What kind of challenge is that?

"A challenge that helps us both release some of that tension, Osita." You don't bristle when you feel Peña's fingers begin trailing along the collar of your blouse.  

"Not good enough," you say. 

"Paperwork done for a week."

"A month."

"Deal. I'll get tested this weekend."

You're shocked at how quickly he folds. And you're more than a little excited at the thought of having all your paperwork done for you for an entire month. 

"Eager aren't we?" You say with a sneer. 

"To have you ride my cock and then be stuck doing my backlog of paperwork all month?" Peña smiles widely. "Fuck yeah I am."

///

The following week moves sluggishly. You're distracted by a development in your findings. Something for the analysts to check out, not Peña and Murphy so you don’t see much of them that Monday. Instead you spend a lot of time in the surveyed neighborhood trying to pinpoint where one of the photos from the evidence folder was taken. Your day is long and uneventful and you go home irritated.

On Tuesday Peña walks by your desk, dropping a piece of paper next to your hand without pausing. It's his papers from the clinic confirming that he's clean and good to go. You don't say anything to him. You don't ever indicate that you've read it. You go back to the file on Guarra and work steadily through the day. 

On Wednesday he asks you to get a drink after work. You're busy so you decline. He looks irritated but manages to smile serenely at the new receptionist who comes up to you both to ask for directions to Noonan’s office. 

He asks you for drinks again on Thursday and you again decline. You don't feel like celebrating anything. You feel impossibly wound up. You’re no closer to figuring out where the photograph was taken than Monday and it feels like failure.

That afternoon on your way to look at some microfiche you're pulled into one of the un-used offices by a very flustered Javier.  He herds you into the office, grabbing your wrist and tugging you inside before closing the door.

The office is barren, only a desk and a stack of files remain. It’s due for refurbishments.

"What do you need, Peña? And why did you have to drag me in here?"

He paces back and forth in front of you, rubbing at his lower lip as he stares at you, his face contorted in displeasure. 

"I thought we were doing this." 

He doesn't need to explain what "this" is. It's pretty clear from the way his eyes are travelling the length of your body.  

"We are," you defend. 

"When?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "When it feels right?"

You're not expecting him to launch himself at you, his hands coming to cup your cheeks as he kisses you, crowding you against the wall. His lips are plush and insistent as he licks into your mouth, his body firm as he presses against you. His hands fly to your zipper, attempting to lower it as his kisses grow more insistent.

"The fuck-" you wrench your mouth from his, batting his hands away. "What are you doing, Javier?"

You're so shocked by his behavior that you use his first name. He's looking at you with a glazed look. 

"It felt right?" he offers. 

"Christ," you say disgustedly. "If this is what I'm up against I feel a lot more confident that I'll really enjoy my free nights not doing paperwork." 

Javier starts to say something but you're moving from the room, closing the door behind you. 

///

It's not until the following week that it happens and you don’t even mean for it to. 

It's a long day in the office. The three of you have been working diligently over the most recent file. You and Peña are so distracted by work that you don't even have time to argue with one another.

Halfway through the day you go to replenish your coffee, needing the extra caffeine. Javier follows behind you, reaching for the carafe and pouring into your mug first. 

"Bets off," he tells you with a murmur that Murphy can't hear. He fills his own mug, returning the carafe to the machine. You’re halfway through pouring sugar into your mug when you stop.

"Why?"

"I have a date tonight," Javier replies, his eyes on his coffee and then your face, staring harshly into it. "And she's a sure thing."

You immediately stiffen before you remember yourself, shrugging your shoulders. "Have fun."

It's pretty indicative of your own flawed character that as soon as Javier Peña takes himself off the table you suddenly want him. 

For the rest of the day you watch his broad shoulders move under the short sleeved button up he's worn. It's a pale blue that makes his caramel skin look creamier than usual. 

You watch when he saunters around the room in thought, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and his pelvis leading the way. He walks like he fucks, you imagine. Languid and loose-hipped and impossible fucking sexy.

At one point Javier leans over you to grab one of the notes you made. When his skin brushes yours you feel your body respond in kind, your nipples tightening almost painfully under your blouse. 

"You feeling okay?" He murmurs next to you. "You look a little flushed."

You frown at him, moving away to deliver some of the files to the next office over. It's walking back when you pass that empty office from last week that you have an idea. 

///

Peña sits back in his chair, cigarette long forgotten in the ashtray. 

Steve is muttering about needing the last of these files fact checked before you submit them to Noonan tomorrow. So much of this job is fucking paperwork.

“You paying attention, Javi? I said are you free to follow up on these tonight? It’s me and Connie’s anniversary and she’ll kill me if I work late again.”

Peña looks over to Steve and remembers himself. “Yeah. Sure. Of course.”

What does it matter? Another night working is another night he doesn’t have to fuck his hand in the shower thinking about your mouth. He’s thinking about your mouth when the door to the office opens and you re-appear.

"Peña I need help in the file department," you say with a casual indifference that you adopt whenever you speak with him.

"I'll go," Murphy offers, knowing that the two of you together usually spells trouble. He has no desire for more fighting between the two of you.  

Peña sees the panic cross your features. Unexpected. Why wouldn't you want Steve to -

Oh. 

Oh.

"I got it Murphy," Peña says standing abruptly. "I gotta talk to Everson anyway."

He sees the flash of gratitude cover your features before it’s replaced by that inscrutable gaze you wear here every day. Murphy shrugs; happy to be relieved of what he sometimes feels is refereeing the two of you.

Javier and you walk down the hall, shoulders grazing intermittently. Javier sneaks a glance to see you have a glazed look to your eyes, daydreaming.  You look good today. Hair a bit dishevelled, cheeks a bit flushed. 

When you push the door to the empty office open Javier can barely believe it. He walks in, still unsure if this is what he thinks it is. He moves to the desk, absently fingering the old files there before turning to face you.

You look uncertain at first, licking your lips before striding over to him and pushing him gently by the chest until he’s sitting on the edge of the desk. You step in between his legs, blinking quickly at him before lowering your mouth to his.

You kiss him harshly, no affection in it at all. Your teeth almost clack together with the speed in which you act. Your hands work independently of your brain, needing to run through his dark tresses. You taste him, licking along the seam of his lips before he parts his mouth, allowing you to dip your tongue along his. Finally you pull back, breathing shallowly.

"At work?" Javier tuts even as his body breaks out into anticipatory goose bumps. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Javier smiles against your mouth when you kiss him again. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull his mouth closer, harder, when his arms circle your waist, practically dragging you against his chest as your kiss deepens.

"I have that date," Javier reminds you, but his hands are still circling your waist, holding you there in the vee of his legs

"Cancel it," you order as your nose nuzzles at his neck, your mouth pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his jugular. "Cancel it so I can win this bet."

///

Peña lets out a small chuckle that you feel vibrating against your mouth. Your mouth is moving over his again and he’s groaning. You are shocked at how different this kiss feels from last week. The desire that wraps itself around your spine. You’re absolutely floored when you hear a small whimper and realize it’s you. You pull back from him, horrified and embarrassed.

Javier’s hair is fluffed from your hands carding through it, his mouth puffy from your kisses and for a moment you’re taken aback by the realization that Javier Peña is pretty.  Can a man be pretty? Yes, you decide, a man like Javier can.

You need to do this fast. If you think about it too much you're going to chicken out. Even now you start to worry that people outside this office can hear you.

"They can't hear us," Javier says as if he can read your mind. "These offices are built to host private meetings. Can't hear much on the other side unless your ear is pressed up against it."

You feel like you can imagine that Javier has done just that in the past when he’s been desperate for intel and you hold in a giggle. Javier tilts forward, preparing to kiss you again and you pull back. You don't want any more of that. You don’t need the intimacy of kissing.

You just want him to fuck you so you can win this bet. 

He's still sitting along the edge of the desk, so you tug him by the wrists to a stand. Without ceremony you drop to your knees, your hands reaching for the button and fly of his jeans. Peña's eyes widen, watching. 

"What are-"

"Don't be nice," you interrupt him huskily. "Fuck my mouth how you’ve always wanted."

Javier takes a sharp breath in at this, his hands moving to grip in your hair.  

"Who says I don't imagine it nice?"

"Because I know you Peña," you say, your hand reaching inside to find his bare cock warm and throbbing. Of course he goes commando. "You're more comfortable with brutality."

"Thought you knew me better than that," Javier defends. "Might fuck you hard but not mean."

You hold in the urge to roll your eyes. Is this what Javier thinks women want to hear? He's completely out now and twitching in your hand. You dip down to drag your flattened tongue along the rosy head, enjoying how he shudders. 

"Fuck it hard, then."

You move your mouth over the head, your eyes glued to Javier's face to see his reaction. His eyes immediately shutter, watching you through parted lips. When you take him deeper he groans, gripping the edge of the desk behind him for purchase.

Bingo.

Javier Peña may be a lot of things, but at the end of the day he’s still a man. And you’ve never known a man to turn down a blow job.

///

If Javier had known this is what your mouth felt like, he would have pursued you much harder, much earlier.

He didn’t expect this from you. Not at all. He thought you’d chicken out after a heavy make-out session. He thought maybe he could convince you to come with him to the bar after work and then after that he’d see if you wanted to go home with him.

But then you slipped down to your knees with such fluidity that it took him a moment to figure out what you were doing.

Don’t be nice. Fuck my mouth like you’ve wanted to. Do it hard.

Peña doesn’t know where you got the idea that he’d want to be mean to you. Has he really ever been aggressive in a cruel way to you? That thought upsets him but he doesn’t have time to think about that because now your mouth is wrapped around the head of his cock, your tongue dancing around the seam and he feels his knees buckling.

“Jesus,” he gasps out, not ready for the scorch of your sweet mouth or the way your eyes fall shut when you take him between your lips.  He looks down the length of his body to see your head moving lazily to the side, the architecture of your jaw delicate as you tilt and invite his cock further in.  He feels his stomach tense dangerously quick.

Get a grip, Peña. You promised she’d surrender.

///

You feel something in Javier change, his stance readying itself. It’s not until you feel his hand coming to drift through your hair that your eyes part, looking up his body to his face. It’s tilted down, his mouth full and damp.

"Pretty," Javier concedes when he looks down at your mouth stuffed full of him. "So pretty.”

Shit. You don’t like how his voice rasps saying that. The voice that you always found grating and annoying now seems honeyed and alluring. His fingers are so soft, brushing the hair back from your face as you continue to bob your mouth along his cock.

“You like swallowing cock pretty girl?"

You don't like pet names. You find them demeaning and embarrassing. But something tingles in response to the dark desire in Peña voice when he calls you pretty girl. He doesn’t seem to notice its effect and you thank the heavens above because you’re sure if he did he wouldn’t hesitate to use it to his advantage.

"You do it a lot?" Javier purrs when you don’t answer him, his fingers trailing along your jaw. "Mouth and tongue this fucking good, you must." 

You moan against him, letting him inch his way along your tongue. The vibrations cause him to groan, a pleasured smile creasing his features and you realize he’s nowhere near coming. You’re going to be here sucking Javier’s dick for hours. And if he keeps talking to you in that voice with those words you’re very concerned that your fingers are going to find their way under your skirt and something is going to happen.

No. You are not going to lose.

Javier, confident that he can fuck your mouth without consequence lets out a strangled choke when you grip him by the hips and force the entire length of him into your wet and waiting mouth. He hits the back of your throat, causing you to hold in a gag.

You're staring up at him as you do so you see the second that the flip happens. The way his eyes roll into the back of his head for a moment, his hand tightening in your hair, pulling. The other gripping the desk so tightly you’re concerned it may splinter.

He’s close. You can feel it in the stuttering of his hips and the way he’s groaning and panting and on the verge of whimpering. Actually whimpering.

"No," Javier says moaning. "You gotta stop."

Even as he says it his hips are thrusting against your mouth, his cock sliding over your tongue. You don’t even have to move, he’s fucking into your mouth so harshly and so deeply you know he’s lost all control.

“Gotta… Gotta… sto-“ he can’t even get out the words. His hand is fisting through your hair, pulling your head to bob against him, using your mouth for his pleasure and you’re shocked at how turned on you are.

He's going to come. You're going to win. 

There’s a part of you that’s disappointed. After all the legendary stories you’d heard about Javier Peña's libido and sexual prowess you didn't expect him to explode in your mouth within minutes. 

"So good," he grunts, his cock forcing your mouth wider. He can't stop fucking your mouth. He can’t ever stop feeling this good. He needs more; he needs it to go deeper, he needs-

"Someone in here?" 

This muffed sound is followed by a loud knock and the rattling of the door to find it locked. Javier immediately slides from your mouth, his cock still pulsing.

Immediately you both still, your eyes going to the door. You both hear someone mutter about the janitor and keys and then the footsteps begin receding.

You're still on your knees and a wild desperate part of you thinking that you could make him come before the janitor gets back the keys to the door. You dip your head forward, so close to taking him into your mouth again. 

"I don't- hey, get up," Javier says suddenly. He's reaching down hooking his hands under your arms and bringing you to a stand. You think he’s going to kiss you, but his mouth moves to your ear.  

"You think I don't know what you're doing?" Peña rasps against your cheek. "You think you'll get me to fold that easily? Fuck your mouth and get it over with? I'm not a fucking teenager."

“Didn’t seem that way to me,” you say smugly, wiping your damp mouth with the back of your hand. You don’t miss the way Javier’s cock twitches before he tucks himself away in those tight jeans.

“I was letting you enjoy yourself,” he insists, his voice dragged from the bottom of his boots. “Seemed you really knew what you were doing. Didn’t want to ruin your fun.”

"Keep telling yourself that Peña,” you goad, feeling impossibly proud of yourself. “Because from where I was sitting, it actually looked like I was pretty damn close to winning."

Javier’s jaw tightens and before he leaves you, he rasps out over his shoulder.

"Close only counts in horseshoes, osita."

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[jksprincess10]

Hi! I love your writing and wanted to send in a request. Feel free to make any adjustments and I don’t care about the length. Just had a general idea that I thought would be great to have you bring to life. Thanks.❤️ Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Female reader is Javi’s new secretary and she knows all about his extracurricular activities with the women of Bogotá. It’s partly why she wanted to take the position. She’s inexperienced and wanted to get a chance to learn from the best. Javi senses what she’s after and avoids her advances for the sake of his job. She does everything she can to tempt him (like bending over, tight clothes, brushing against him, etc.). It all leads up to them staying late one night and she can’t stand it anymore. When he goes to pick them up food she decides to reveal her sexy lingerie set and perch herself on his desk. He comes back to the sight of her and abandons all hope of staying professional. Take all the creative liberties you want with the smut. I’m not picky 😏

HOPE YOU ENJOY BABY!! the man is 100% done with reader

CW: description of reader includes her having thick thighs & she can sit on Javi, dom dynamic, tying up, thigh riding, office sex, lingerie, fingering, rough sex, p in v without protection (do better ESPECIALLY with this man whore)

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Red lace

Javier Pena was famous. For the right… and the wrong reasons.

His face was all over the papers for contributing to the end of Escobar.

And his body was everywhere in the brothels of Bogotá.

You had seen his pretty face between printed pages. And the ad that said the embassy was looking for new employees. Days later, you had your own office across Javier’s.

He liked your personality and hired you as his personal secretary, for… professional reasons. While you were there simply to get his attention.

So, the game started.

Your fingers lingering for a longer time than necessary on papers laying on his desk.

Your tiny skirts riding up while you bent over in front of him on purpose.

Your lips painted in a provocative red.

Your bodies brushing slightly as you passed him in the halls.

Really, it was a lot for Javi who tried to ignore, to look away. You were attractive, yes, but he couldn’t fuck every new cute employee. So, he looked away when he could.

But one time, you crossed the limit of what he could handle.

It was a late night at the office, so Javier had offered to go grab some food for the two of you – since you were the only two left in the office.

When he came back with the bag of food, he found you spread out on his desk. You had traded your work clothes for lingerie that covered more but was still see through in the right places. The red lace hugged your breasts and stopped high on your hips, making them look fuller.

In helplessness, Javier drank in the view of your body with dark eyes. The bag fell from his hands and landed on the floor. He gave up on resisting you. His big hands grabbed on your spread legs to bring you closer from the edge of the desk. You sighed and brought your hands up to his hair that was messy from his full day of work in the humidity of Columbia.

“You’re gonna put me in such trouble.” He groaned as he discarded his suit jacket.

With a low chuckle, you grabbed his tie to bring him impossibly closer. “I can resign after this, sir.”

“Never.”

Finally, his lips melted on yours, relieving some of the tension. His hands were caressing the soft skin your bare thighs, as his tongue invaded your mouth. He took complete control over you, and you couldn’t help but moan in his mouth. His lips left yours as he untied his tie.

“Turn around for me.” You stepped down and did as he said. His fingers wrapped his tie around your wrists to hold them together. He made sur that it was tight to his linking, then left you to sit on his office chair, thighs spread and showing the hint of an erection in his dark pants.

He motioned at you to come over. “Good girl.” He praised softly. He undid the top buttons of his white shirt, where you could already notice the sweat on his golden skin. Your boss slapped his own thigh. “Sit on me.” He ordered with a sly smile.

Your thick thighs straddled his. “You make yourself cum on my thigh while I sit here and watch. If you do well cariño, I will touch you.”

It was awkward for you, moving with your wrists tied behind your back. He sat back as he watched you almost carelessly while you started moving, the friction sending small waves of pleasure within you. You sighed softly, closing your eyes momentarily.

His large hand grabbed the bottom of your face roughly.

“Look at me. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

Your eyelids flicked opened. Looking at Javier while you got yourself off on his thigh was intimidating, but you tried to concentrate on the soft parts of him: the curls forming on his forehead, his soft mustache, his plush lips. Your hips moved faster to get more friction, and your movements stuttered when you started to get overwhelmed with the feeling. You moaned, mouth open for him to see as your juices ruined the bottom of your lingerie and painted a dark circle on his clothed thigh.

“Good job cariño.” He left a peck on your lips. “Turn around and put your upper body on the desk for me. Good, perfect.” You heard him push his chair behind you, and you felt his hands explore the meat of your ass. You pushed against his hands, begging for more.

With a low chuckle, he pushed the fabric to the side to have a clear access to your glistening pussy. “So pretty and wet for me.”

His fingers brushed lightly at your wetness, making you squirm. He finally committed, two of his digits entering your wet walls. You let out a little curse under the sudden intrusion, then you greedily moved your ass against him, making his fingers fuck you at a faster pace.

“Goddamn, gonna feel so good around my cock, cariño.”

You moaned loudly at his praise. You felt his fingers curling up deeper, making your legs shake.

“F-Fuck Javi… g-gonna… ah!” Your walls tightened around him and you coated his thick fingers with your juices.

“Good girl.” He held your back down with his hand, while the other one undid his belt to free his cock. You could only hear him; you wish you could see him too. But he was holding you down firmly.

He held the base of his cock as he buried it inside you. He then grabbed on your hip for leverage as he started moving, barely leaving you time to adjust to his size. You were a moaning mess under him, completely at his mercy as you couldn’t even move your arms.

“I was right. Feels fucking amazing, cariño.” He says between his gritted teeth.

It was like this man had infinite stamina. He kept his thrusts hard and rough, seeing how much you enjoyed it.

You were glad the two of you were alone, because you both were so loud. Your moans, and the vulgar slap of skin. Javi was out of breath, but he made sure that you got off on his dick one last time, before he let himself find his relief. You feel his warm spend fill you up as he slows down.

“I just knew you’d be amazing.” You said as he undid your bindings and flipped you over, making you lay on the desk to rest a little. He leaned down and kissed you slowly, a smile against his lips.

“I might have some new tasks to assign you.” Javier whispers with a wink.

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[heyhilana]

Hi. I don't know if your taking requests atm but I love your work and was wondering if I could request. Here me out - javier pena x reader. Enemies to lovers trope. Something like they work together, have a fight and wake up in each others bodies the next day. They try to embarrass each other and make things worse. Deep down they both like each other but are so stubborn they don't want to admit their feelings for one another but eventually they do and change back to normal. Sorry if that's confusing. If you can't write it that's all good :) just thought I'd ask. Thanks again.

Hi lovely 😊 Thank you for your request, and I’m sorry that this took me a little while to get to as I've been a little busy. I love the idea, and I tweaked it slightly as I didn’t know exactly what you meant when you said change back to normal so I hope that’s okay! Also, I would’ve made this strictly hate fuck but Javi...he’s just too tender in his scenes to do a hate fuck fully LMAO like we all know that infamous scene where he pulls that girl’s hair and brings her flush to him so my point stands. But, hugs and love and as always, drink water. 💚

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Summary: Two unlikely and rather animosity filled partners could accurately describe you and Javi. But after a shitshow of a meeting with the bosses, tensions are pulling at the strings that create a crescendo that’s undeniable in a random office you decide to walk into. But it’s the aftermath from the next day that threatens everything of detachment and realization.

A/N: Hi, lovelies! Just to remind you all, requests are open; if and when I need to close them, I will update my masterlist to say they are closed. There is more in my masterlist about who and what I’ll write about for notes. But beyond that, this was super fun for me to write, and I got to rechallenge myself. Also, thank you so much for 1k followers! I never thought I would reach that with my inconsistency, but it means the world to me that you guys enjoy my works and you want to support me :)) But for now, I hope you enjoy reading this! :)

Pairing: Javier Peña x !f reader (enemies/coworkers to lovers)

Warnings: (What can I say? I love a little spice) Hair pulling, spanking, rough grips, orgasm denial, foul language, f and m oral receiving, cum shot on ass, unprotected because this was unexpected hate fuck (but wrap it up), a little bit of degrading, but that's all I can label.

Word Count: 6.1k (You know what it be LMAO)

“You’re an asshole.” You spat, walking out of the boardroom and turning sharply on your heel down the hall.

Asshole was an understatement. Infuriating, jerk, jackass, arrogant, intolerable, the list could go on. Javier Peña, somehow your new partner when you were sent down here, and you would’ve chosen anyone else over him. If it meant peaceful, level-headed conversations, you would’ve even taken the secretary to be your partner. Being at his throat on an everyday basis was draining, lighting fires in you every time he got under your skin.

“I could say the same about you.” Catching up to you and jaw tightening, his presence was something you wanted to shake, but you couldn’t.

“You do it every day.��� A dry laugh echoed from you as you walked into the empty office, turning on the lights.

“That’s because you give me a reason to.” You half sat on the desk as he leaned against it in the doorway. How could he be so calm while your blood was boiling, the tipping mark fading into the distance.

“Oh I give you a reason when you get your ass handed to you most days.” You hissed, venom laced in your tone as you folded your arms.

“Did we go to the same meeting because you got your ass handed to you as well in there.” You wanted to forget it all. Crosby and Noonan taking turns tearing into you both over negligence and overall stupidity. A waste of 15 minutes when you could’ve been home, far away from him, since he walked further into the room.

“That’s because your fuck-up got us here.” You tried to keep your voice down as you heard your superiors leaving the building. When you both heard the elevator door open and close, you knew there was no one else there besides you two.

“My fuck-up? It was you who didn’t trust my informant.”

“Because she lies more than she tells the truth! And why would I trust any girl who you’ve been fucking more than talking to.” He narrowed his eyes at you and walked closer, this being the closest you could tolerate since you could feel something brewing in you that you couldn’t place your finger on.

“What I do is my business. I don’t let it cloud my judgment.” He looked down at you, and you kept eye contact, the glare intensifying as you cocked your head slightly.

“You sure about that?”

“What the fuck are you implying since I’m not the one who slept my way up here.” A low blow. Rumors had traveled with you the moment you arrived. The only woman who was qualified for the job, every man was against you for supposedly taking their spot when they didn’t earn it. You worked just like everyone else did, and he was only doing it to get under your skin.

“Don’t you fucking believe that I slept my way up here when you sleep your way into information that leads to fuckups.” Deflection at its finest with him, but you weren’t having it. You were going to leave, but he closed that gap between you, his legs right on yours, and you sat more on the desk. His hands were on the desk, and he was dangerously close to you, your heart pounding out of anger and curiosity about what he would do.

“I don’t let a fuck get in the way of my job. You may be new here, but this is how it goes.” His eyes had never looked so dark before, and you were unsure of why you couldn’t break eye contact with him. Infuriating, yet the pool of desire had grown significantly when you moved your legs.

“You know what? Fuck you.” You spat at him. You could tell he was taken aback by your boldness, but he remained firm where he stood.

“Fuck you.” He enunciated those words, but when you saw the flicker down to your lips ever so slightly, you felt that small stoke of the flame reach new heights.

That first brush on your lips that turned into heady, almost feral kisses was nothing that you could expect. How did he manage to have impossibly soft lips, the odd taste of whiskey that made you drunk over him. The nibble on your bottom lip, the groan that did nothing to quell your desire except intensify it. How his hands rose up your arms to pull off your suit jacket, and his fingertips brushed your exposed collarbone. You helped him with taking off the jacket, discarding it on the desk, and kicking off your heels. He pulled off his jacket and threw it somewhere as you were unbuttoning his shirt as fast as you could.

“Someone’s excited,” He mumbled against your lips, unbuttoning the last button for you and taking it off. “This what you wanted?”

“Don’t let that ego of yours get any bigger,” You mumbled back, and he nibbled on your lip in retaliation. “You’re gonna tease me now?” You pulled back to pull off your blouse, moving it on the table again before you went to unclasp your bra in the front. He stopped you, doing it himself and watching your breasts fall, which made him groan.

“You’re the one teasing me.” He countered before his lips were back on yours with more ferocity that you didn’t think was possible. His hands traveled to your breasts, and yours went up and down his body, feeling him and finally understanding why those women would throw themselves at him. Why he was so confident because he felt amazing. Sure, his arrogance got under your skin, but now you wanted him skin-to-skin with you. You moaned in his mouth when he was playing with your nipples, to which he smiled against your lips. Damn him and all the reactions he could get out of you. Fuck him, you repeated in your head, but your body was begging for him to explore you. He left your lips and kissed down your jaw and to your throat, leaving chaste kisses until that one made you whine. The laugh that followed left you embarrassed and more turned on than you wanted to admit.

“I knew you were a little noisy but whining? Something finally coming out of that mouth of yours that I like.” With that glint in his eye from the window, you could see that he enjoyed all of it. Finally having you after months of being at your throat.

“Shut up already.” You feigned annoyance, but he saw right through you.

“Be careful what you ask for.” You couldn’t come up with a retort once he put his mouth on your nipple, his tongue twirling around it, sucking, flicking it. His other hand massaged your other breast, and you instinctively opened your legs more to let him slide in between you. Even with not being a fan of nipple sucking, he made it hot. You looked down at him and saw he was looking at you, eyes a little low, but his gaze never wavering. You put your hand in his hair and tangled in it, gripping a little when he sucked harder.

“Please don’t stop,” You whined further, grinding on the desk to get some friction. He shifted his mouth to your other breast to give it the attention it deserved, and his hands traveled down to your pants, unbuttoning them without a second thought. He pulled at the hem of them, you moved your hand out of his hair, and put your feet back on the floor to get out of them with him stopping with your breasts to catch his breath. He pulled your pants and panties down for you and kissed your hips, then your thighs, your calves, and when you kicked your pants off he put you back on the desk. You leaned back a little as he put your legs on his shoulders, kneeling before you. You gripped the desk for balance as he got close to your dripping pussy, that smile on his face something that would be imprinted in your mind for a lifetime.

“You sure you hate me?” Ever the one to still push your buttons, you rolled your eyes.

“I can’t fucking stand you.” Those little white lies that you both knew were meaningless as he put two fingers right near your clit and dragged it down on the slit, gathering up your slick in one go.

“You sure about that because she’s telling me otherwise.” He held up his fingers and, just like that, coated with your desire for him that you couldn’t deny without feeling foolish.

“Fuck me.” Double meaning as you knew you were in for it and you needed him to fuck you, he kissed your clit and licked gently, making you gasp.

“Gladly.” Flattening his tongue to lick up your hole, the slit, up to your clit, then sucking your clit, and you were gone. You didn’t know how loud you could get until now, hands tangled in his hair as he switched from sucking to tasting your slick near your hole, the wave of pleasure riding through your body with each passing moment. But when those same two fingers brushed at your hole, the small push before fully slotting them inside you, you forgot how good fingering could be. Curling at your spot, the pace that matched with each suck, the moans that vibrated against your clit. You were sure if there was anyone else in the building on a different floor, they would’ve heard you. But all those rumors surrounding your insufferable partner were true.

“So fucking sweet,” He moved his head up to say that and look at you, that look on your face of pure ecstasy was something he never wanted to forget. Biting your lip, eyes a little low, slightly flushed cheeks, and then trailing down your body to see the thin layer of perspiration glowing on your skin, he felt his dick twitch in his pants from that.

“J-Javi, please I-” The all too familiar feeling in your stomach, the intensity rising as he fingered you a little faster, made you clench around his fingers.

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my fingers and make a mess? Déjandome usar tu coño así.” He dove back down to your clit to suck and lick just as he did before. You gripped his hair, and when he curled at that spot, you inhaled a sharp breath and let go, all the sounds you were holding back flowing out and the shutters washing over you. Riding you through it, he slowed his actions just as you stopped shaking, giving your clit a final kiss, and licking at your hole to make you jump. He then brought his fingers to his mouth and got up to show you him tasting it, the act making you clench around nothing when he pulled them out, and they were clean.

“Dulce, mami,” He mumbled before he kissed you, pulling down his pants hastily. You moved your hand down his stomach and palmed him in his boxers, surprised at his size. Even in his tight clothes, you never imagined it to feel this good, this thick. The stretch would be nothing like you imagined, making you pull away from him to get on your knees.

You pulled down his boxers and watched his dick spring up. The rosy red tip with precum leaking, the slight curve, the thickness, it was a sight for sore eyes. You looked up at him and licked your lips before kissing the tip and licking the precum to see him groan and grip the desk. You sucked the tip just enough to tease, making his jaw tighten. You enjoyed the stretch on your lips and jaw as you reached closer to the base. His hand was right at the back of your head, guiding you down nice and slow, coaxing you to take it.

“You can do it, baby. Take every inch of me.” That little praise made you go down to the base, lips touching that soft patch of hair before pulling away, spit dribbling at your lip. You spat in your hand and brought it to the tip, stroking slowly but squeezing just enough to make him hiss. He fucked himself into your tight grip, and you began to move your hand from tip to base, enjoying the way he opened up your grip with how thick he was. You sucked the tip and decided to move your hand down to his thigh to hold him in place to take him to the back of your throat.

“You feel so fucking good. Should’ve known with all that talking you do I should’ve stuffed your mouth.” His knuckles were almost white with how he gripped the desk, and you popped your lips off the tip to glare at him.

“God, you’re so infuriating.” He had a talent for getting under your skin even when you were on your knees for him.

“You’re so much worse.”

“Is this worse?” You put your lips back on the tip and looked up at him.

“N-no.” A smirk was lightly tugging at your lips when you pulled off him again.

“Aw, you’re stuttering.”

“You were doing it first,” Instead of arguing, you took him whole in one go to make him suck in a sharp breath. You kept going just like that, from tip to base taking him until you had to catch your breath and stroke the tip, flicking your wrist a little before going back down to do it again. It kept going like that, Javi was blown away at how long you wanted his shaft down your throat. But something else lingered, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

You could tell he was getting close when a slight whimper escaped his lips. So low that you almost thought it was a figment of your imagination, but it happened again. The sound lit something in you, and you had to get it again, and again, and again because with how much you loved those groans, to hear him have such desperation in his voice, so much ecstasy at your ministrations, it was a high that you never wanted to get off of.

“Right there, baby. Keep going for me, please.” The strain in his voice was evident, and somehow the curve in your mouth grew. There were two thoughts buzzing through your head, surprisingly. To swallow him whole and let him cum, or to deny? Sure, the desire was close to winning, but he had to pay after the stunt he pulled. So, you stopped everything.

“What the fuck was that?” The fire in his eyes elicited a smirk from you.

“You gotta fuck me first if you want to cum.” Toying with him, he pulled you up and pushed you onto the desk, bending you over while you knew you were getting under his skin.

“Oh I’ll fuck you.” Roughly, he pushed inside you, the sheer size making you yelp as he fucked you. Hands gripped tightly on your hips, the grunts that fell from his lips, and knowing that he was taking you just as he knew you would.

“You think it's funny to tease me, don’t you?” He smacked your ass as he thrusted inside you.

“I-I do.” He smacked your ass again, making you bite your lip and hold back your moans.

“Oh, you like the pain,” He smacked your ass three times in a row, and you were sure that it made your ass burn bright red as each sting brought more pain and pleasure from the last. “My handprint on your ass right now is perfect. Little fucking slut.” The way those words fell from his lips would normally make you angry, but it didn’t do anything but make you clench around him harder.

“F-Fuck you!” You stuttered out, pleasure blinding you as you started to meet his thrusts halfway.

“F-Fuck you too.” He pulled you by your hair, and the glimpse you got of light sweat dripping down his face, head full of hair a mess, gritting words through his teeth was breathtaking. He moved your head back down and let go of your hair, resting his hand back on your hip.

You whined a little, feeling your orgasm approach quickly. From how he stretched you out and brushed up against your pleasure spot, you knew it would come quicker than you could anticipate. You wanted to cum without him noticing, but with the pulsing you did all around his shaft, he knew that you were trying to play it off.

“Feels like you want to cum,” He trailed off as he moved one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing tight and fast circles enough to make you jolt up.

“Yes, I need to cum.” You rasped out, barely making a coherent thought in your head. He fucked you through it just until you were about to cum, even denying himself an orgasm before he pulled out, making you turn your head to look at him.

“You thought I would let you cum? So naïve.” He laughed while you were fuming. Why did you think he would let you cum twice after the stunt you pulled? And, more importantly, why were you in this position?

“I fucking hate you.” You gritted through your teeth, getting ready to move away and get dressed, but he stopped you, gripping your hip with one hand to keep you in place.

“I hate you so much more.” He pushed back inside you, and you were relieved to feel him again, even with your mind telling you that he was the enemy. An enemy who could play with your body while simultaneously getting under your skin, bringing you to ecstasy faster than any man could.

But for him, hearing you loosen up on him, the regular insults transforming into breathless moans as your body begging for him changed something in him. A hate fuck that he was used to, getting it out of the way before he would go home to drink and go to sleep. But this? No, he was transfixed on giving you more than he normally would, even if you were everything that he couldn’t stand.

Suddenly, a twitch was felt right up on your spot as your intense pulses increasing with each second. His hand went back down to your clit to rub faster circles, and he bent down just enough to get a little closer to your ear.

“You gonna cum? Use that pretty mouth of yours and scream my name.” Deep, a little raspy even as he encouraged you to cum, you let go and squeezed all around him as you came, much to his pleasure as he tried to ride it out for you. Just as he couldn’t hold it anymore, he pulled out in a haste to cum on your ass. Heavy breaths, body shaking, mind empty, you both were spent. Drunk off the other's touch and how you both felt, you knew you did something that would cause issues in the morning. He moved off to grab a tissue from the desk, wiping off your other ass cheek that he came on and admiring the light handprint on your ass.

“That’s gonna be pretty in the morning.” He commented as he got up. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your clothes which were all over the place, putting them on quickly.

“How does everything that comes out of your mouth annoy me?” You put your blouse back on and looked at him as he put his shirt back on.

“Just before you were enjoying my words.” Your face burned after he spoke, turning your head while you pulled on your panties and then pants.

“That doesn’t count,” You trailed off, voice not as strong as usual given that you knew you were lying.

“Right,” He pulled on his pants, walking over to you to tilt your head up when he finished. “I can go for round 2 at your place.” Your eyes lit up at those words, and you smirked.

“Follow me home then.”

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The Colombian sun shined through your bedroom window, cascading a shadow on your bed as you stirred in your sleep. The window was open, making your room a little bit rise in temperature by noon, and you could faintly hear the cars driving down the street. The sheets tangled, limbs as well, an arm lazily wrapped around your waist, you were close to thinking that you were still dreaming. Your back felt warm, and there was a soft rumble hitting your upper back with each breath he took. Finally, you opened your eyes, seeing that the sun was higher in the sky, which you were not used to seeing so much in your apartment. You turned to face Javi, seeing that he was fast asleep, snoring softly as he was undisturbed by your shift in bed.

Somehow, he looks softer than you’ve ever seen him. The sheet rested just above his hip bone, trailing up, you could see his tan skin, the soft expanse of his stomach, his chest, his collarbone, his neck, up to his face. That damned face of his. 12 hours ago, and you couldn’t stand the sight of him, yet he was tangled in your bed, snoring softly. If you didn’t remember that he was the enemy still, you would’ve stared at him until you couldn’t anymore, but when you turned over to finally look at your clock, and it read 8:00 am, you were fucked.

“Shit. I’m late.” You sprung out of bed to close your window. Javi stirred as he rubbed his eyes.

“What time is it?”

“8:00 am. We have to meet Noonan by 8:30.” You rushed it out as you tried to find clean clothes, cursing yourself for not getting up. That alarm you had to set faded into the distance when you brought him to your bed last night. The way his lips felt on your neck made all your thoughts melt away as you let him take you once more.

“Fuck, you’re right.” He got out of bed fast, trying to find his clothes that were discarded in your room. It didn’t take much last night to help him undress, although it was slower, less hasty. The air felt different the second go around, with no pesky insults to throw the other off the scent of surface-level tension, culminating into something more. It was just you and him, using every inch of the bed for as long as you could keep your eyes open. You both put your clothes on and were headed for the door when you turned to face him, your face burning at how this would play out.

“What are we going to tell Noonan?” You asked, and his incredulous look made you sink further into embarrassment.

“What do you mean what do we tell her?”

“She’s going to ask why we’re both late, so we need an excuse.” Perhaps you were overthinking it, trying to avoid the other question that was burning in your head worse than a typical hangover.

“Just act how you normally act and I’ll do the same. Shouldn’t be too hard since this was just a one-time thing.” He brushed it off and walked ahead of you, and it stung in your heart more than his usual banter with you. Nothing was what he thought. Nothing to him when it meant everything to you when he was coaxing you into new highs for him, to unwind for him and let him get to the deepest parts of you. Nothing. Nothing for him, and it was nothing for you as you walked out the door.

“Got it.” The hardness in your voice surprised him when you didn’t catch his eyes again. You were the same as you were yesterday, stoic and angry as he knew you to be most of the time. Yet he realized he liked it more the way you were last night and how he was much softer with you. To have it all again would be nice, but those dreams of tomorrow were not promised in the lives you both lived.

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A traffic-filled drive later, you and Javi were in the elevator waiting to see Noonan. You both look disheveled, even with fixing yourself in the car as you drove, but it would still get some comments from her that you didn’t need. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, and you both walked there as fast as you could, seeing that Noonan’s door was ajar. You walked in first, and Javi followed. and Noonan looked just the same as last night, making you wish you didn’t have to see her today.

“You both look like you went through a pigsty.” She pushed her papers to the side and darted her eyes between you both.

“Shower’s broken.” You made up, and you could see Noonan was fighting to roll her eyes at you.

“Well get it fixed.”

“Will do.” It was best to speak less around her, and when her attention was redirected to Javi, you were in the clear.

“What’s your excuse Peña? Couldn’t bother to iron?” Javi had a backup outfit in his car, yet it was wrinkled, and you could only imagine why that was the case.

“The iron broke yesterday. Didn’t have time to buy another one.” She didn’t buy it at all, and if you weren’t still pissed from earlier, you would’ve fought back a laugh.

“You have time to fuck up everything else but not get ready. Your priorities are wonderful,” You had to stifle a laugh there, or else she would chew you in again. “Just get your shit done and try to fix yourselves up.”

“Understood.” You both spoke in unison.

“And that meeting yesterday was a disaster. I’ve never had partners go against each other like that to save their ass.”

“With all due respect, Y/L/N went out on a limb and I didn’t have much of a choice. She wouldn’t trust my informant even after she met her.” You turned your head to look at him, the urge to slap him making you ball your hand into a fist.

“You seem to make a lot of choices for yourself without much thought, Peña. Don’t act like you have reservations now.”

“Peña’s informant has lied multiple times now, only with some of her intel being useful. I didn’t trust her with this because it could’ve led us to a death trap and he keeps going to her anyways. I had to do what made sense.” The damage control was useless once more, as you could see the irritation in her eyes.

“What would’ve made sense was to follow protocol. You went completely off the rails and were going to put yourself in danger without telling anyone. For that I should send you back to the States.”

“I’m sorry about what I did. It won’t happen it again.” Javi didn’t say anything, and you presumed it was that she wouldn’t believe he was sorry anyways.

“You’re right, it won’t. Figure out how to work together or I’ll put you both on desk duty permanently somewhere else. Now go take care of that paperwork Juarez left on your desks.”

“Yes ma’am.” You both walked out, reminiscent of the night before as you were fuming again. You walked straight to your desk and saw the stacks of files that were as tall as you are right in the middle. Javi’s was a little bit larger, and you wished someone else could help. You sat down and began to sort through them, ignoring the stare he was giving you.

“Your hair looks like it got tangled in a fan.” You scoffed, his first words to you being an insult like always.

“Could say the same for you. You could go undercover as a shaggy dog.”

“You seemed to like it last night.”

“That was a mistake.” You gritted through your teeth. You didn’t look, but you could feel the air shift between you two.

“You’re right. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He was stoic, maybe a little angry, even when he didn’t have the right to be. After all, it was his idea to treat it as such.

“I’m just following what you said this morning. Nothing remotely special about what happened.” While you were talking to him, deep down, you were reassuring yourself that this was all it was as you read through the files and tried to finish them off. Distractions from how your body shivered from the memories of last night, how he said those sweet little nothings that would echo in your mind longer than they should.

“Something’s finally useful in that head of yours.”

“I’m surprised you have thoughts at all. You only seem to think when it’s about saving your ass.” You took a quick glance and saw he was fuming and doing a terrible job of hiding it.

“I missed it when you weren’t speaking.” He muttered, finishing a file and sliding it over in haste.

“And I can’t wait to get away from you.” You replied, busying yourself with files as you could feel the pang in your heart grow with each passing moment. You blinked away your tears as you thought about last night, returning you to a better place.

Brushing your hair out of your face, the gentle kiss on your forehead. Sweet nothings as he went slow. Completely drunk off of both times, but the second one made you squeeze his hand as he thrusted into you. Again, and again, and again.

-

Nightfall came, and you were finished with your files. Javi had finished 20 minutes before you did, leaving without saying goodnight. You turned off the light at your desk and grabbed your things, passing by the office for a moment which made you stop in your tracks. Nearly 24 hours ago, he had you bent over in there and then, shortly after, gave you a much tender, softer side of him that you couldn’t stop thinking about. Now, it was as if nothing happened when you wanted to talk about it. Hell, you wanted it to happen again, and again, and again. He made your existence hell, but when you thought about things as you walked into the office, you thought about who he really was. His efforts were unconventional, but he had to get his hands dirty after doing this for a long time. And even with how he pushed back on your efforts, he had reason, as did you. Maybe you had him pegged wrong, but you were going to stick to what you said before. It was nothing, despite it making you feel everything.

You went to the elevator and hit the garage level, fighting back tears as they threatened to fall before you got in the car. What were you feeling over one night? Was the first time what tipped you over the edge, or was it the second time? That damned second time shouldn’t have happened. But you didn’t want to regret it, not when it replayed in your head.

“That’s it. Take it all for me.”

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

"Tomándome tan bien."

And a little phrase that went over your head.

“Eres mía.”

Before you knew it, the elevator dinged, and you reached the garage level. You walked out and saw that Javi was there on the left waiting for you.

“I thought you left 20 minutes ago.” You asked, but you didn’t look at him. Not when your eyes were still a little glassy and you didn’t want to be that vulnerable.

“I was, but I waited so I could tail you on the way home.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Now he cares. Now he wants to be nice.

“I’m good, Javi. I can take care of myself alright? I have my gun and my knife so there’s no need to worry.” You were beginning to walk off but he caught your wrist and pulled you back.

“There’s sicarios out there. I can’t let you go out there like that.” You finally looked at him and saw his eyes were a little glassy too. Surely you were imagining it. You had to be.

“Why do you care?” Voice trembling, you were letting a wall down with him.

“I…I don’t. I’m just making sure you don’t become the next example for them.” Somehow that beat he took before speaking gave you everything you needed to know.

“You never did this before.”

“I’m not gonna make it a habit.” If he was going to close up, so were you. You took his hand off your wrist and moved back.

“I don’t expect you to. You’re just doing your job I guess.” You regretted asking that question, and your feet were itching to run to your car.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, Javi. Just go home and leave me be.” Your feet begged to run, but your heart kept you right in place.

“Answer me.”

“I don’t have to. It didn’t mean anything just like none of this means anything.” Tears welled again just as your heart swelled from pain. Why couldn’t you leave? What was seeing him get closer to you, grabbing your hands and interlocking them that made you want more?

“This doesn’t mean anything to you?” He caught your gaze and you couldn’t escape it. You sucked in a breath, savoring it before answering.

“No.”

“You hesitated.” He squeezed your hand and you squeezed back.

“Does it mean anything to you?” You countered.

“Don’t put this on me.” Damn him for calling you out for the reversal.

“You asked.”

“Be honest with me. Did you think about what we did last night at all today?” His voice was softer, the hint of desperation laced in that pulled at your heartstrings.

“Did you?”

“I asked you first.”

“Okay, maybe. Did you?” That maybe held you from admitting it completely, but the glimmer of hope that flashed in his eyes made you realize that it meant something to him.

“All day today. I couldn’t stop.” He was a little breathless, the weight of that finally off his shoulders.

“I thought you didn’t care.” He sighed when you spoke.

“Did you believe me for a second when I said it?”

“I had my doubts but I wasn’t sure. Did you believe me?”

“No. Not then, not now.” He squeezed your hand again, pulling you a little closer. He opened his mouth but closed it just as fast, making you wonder what he wanted to say.

“You’re hesitating on asking me something.” He averted his eyes from you but you caught his gaze again.

“Well if you’re going to dodge the truth I won’t ask.”

“I’ll be honest. I swear.”

“Do you want that to happen again…and more?” The vulnerability in his voice was evident with the pause he took, his voice cracking just enough that you knew you weren’t in this by yourself.

“I do. Do you?”

“Yeah. I do.” That was all you needed to hear before you took the leap. That leap led you to kiss him softly, pouring all those buried feelings into it, knowing that you were finally happy. Happiest with him, even with what would come after. He pulled back but he let go of your hands and put them on your cheeks, rubbing his thumb against them.

“I’m sorry about what I said to you before. I never believed the rumors because you proved yourself. And I’m sorry for what I did earlier with Noonan. You were right about my informant even when I didn’t want to believe it.” Sincerity in his voice and his eyes, you gave him a warm smile that you didn’t know you had in you after all this time being down here.

“It’s okay. And I’m sorry for accusing you of letting things like your informants get in the way of your job. I know we both want the same thing we just have different ways of getting it done.” The smile that was etched onto his face made you smile a little wider, two grinning agents as if they were teens crushing on each other.

“I think we want two things.” You cocked your head to the side as his smile changed into a smirk.

“You sure?” You challenged, and he kissed you again, which was deeper and more passionate. Somehow, you didn’t think you would get enough of his kisses anytime soon.

“Positive.”

“Tail me home then.”

-

Translations:

Déjandome usar tu coño así - Letting me use your pussy like this.

Dulce - Sweet (you guys should know what mami is LMAO)

Tomándome tan bien - You're taking me so well.

Eres mía - You're mine.

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[b0r3dtod3ath]

“I’m not a whore”

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Word count: ~730

Y/N slowly opened her eyes. Light breeze and morning sunshine peaked through a tilted window and hit her bare skin. She turned and saw a man sleeping next to her. His chest slightly moved up and down. I have never seen him look so peaceful she thought. It was true. Whether you knew him or not he always portrayed two emotions. Usually it was either flirtiness or anger. But now he was at peace. Sleeping like a baby. He has told Y/N a few times about his trouble with sleep so seeing him being able to rest made her feel calm. 

Their relationship wasn’t very clear to them. Y/N didn’t want to be like any other girl to him. She wanted to be more than just a one night stand. It took them a few dates to take things to bed. She didn’t regret it but she was scared. Scared that he will objectify her and love her only for her body. She didn’t even know if he loved her in the first place. He didn’t know either. He thought he loved her but had always pushed that thought out of his head. He wanted to keep her safe and this means he couldn’t keep her with him.

Y/N left the room as quietly as possible. She quickly showered and changed. She didn’t want to leave Javier. She entered the living room. It looked as if no one was living there - there were no decorations and everything was in its place. He probably doesn’t spend much time at home. She opened the fridge just to see a half full bottle of milk. Does he even live here? Last night when Y/N and Javier were entering his apartment building she noticed a small shop down the road. With her hair still damp from the shower, she decided to quickly go there. She bought some things and went back to the apartment as soon as possible. It was her second time in this apartment and first time staying overnight, but she was really comfortable. She found a small radio and put it on. She danced a little while making some food. “You’re still here?” positively surprised Javier was standing in a small corridor that led to his bedroom. He has actually standing there for a minute before saying anything - just enjoying the view. “Yes, Honey, I’m not a whore. I won’t leave you that quick. Here’s your breakfast, coffee will be ready in a minute and here’s some lunch for you to take to work.” Y/N said pointing at a brown bag. Javier wasn’t saying anything. The vision of Y/N taking care of him and being so comfortable around him made him feel something. He realized that he loves her no matter what it takes. Maybe it was a bit early to say but he felt like he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. “Hello? Earth to Javier! Eat before it gets cold”. Javier walked closer to Y/N, he grabbed her waist “I love you.” He has never said this to anyone that isn’t his mother. He passionately kissed Y/N. He had kissed many girls before but it was his first kiss filled with pure love. “I love you too but eat and get ready, you’re gonna be late” Javier laughed, squeezing his girl a bit and finally letting go. 

That day Javier, with his head in the clouds, forgot to take lunch to work. Thank god it was an unusually calm and boring day otherwise he would have chased the wrong guy. “Hey, Pena, someone wants to see you” a secretary walked into his and Murphy's office. Javier put out his cigarette and looked up. The moment he saw Y/N walk in he immediately got up. “You forgot your food and I was passing by so I thought I would drop it off on the way”. “Oh carino, what would i do without you!” he said and grabbed the girls cheeks and kissed her. It caused her to blush. “ok, I have to go, bye!” Y/N said quickly, being super embarrassed. Pena only let out a laugh “See you tonight”. It was funny to him how he caught her by surprise. “What was that?” said Murphy from behind him. “Oh, fuck off!” sighed Pena and started eating his food. 

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[romanarose]

If You Wanna Be Wild: Bonus Sick Fic

Santiago Garcia x Javier Pena

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Summary: Part of If You Wanna Be Wild, Santi is sick and Javi comes over to take care of him, both realizing something is brewing.

Warnings and content: PTSD (flashbacks), internalized homophobia but like. Its mild. Flashbacks to that one scene in Glee with Blaine and Tina and the vapo rub lololol

A/N: I know it's been a min since the last chapter and I promise it's coming but I thought I'd giving a lil bonus chapter. Takes place before chapter 3.

A/N 2: for those who aren’t boomers like me, MASH is a show from the 70’s about med soldiers in Korea. It was a comedy but also dealt with super heavy themes and makes me cry

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When Javier Peña waltzed into work at 8:23 AM, he was surprised to find Garcia was not at his desk. Santiago was always on time, and usually early, often staying late to make sure his paperwork was just right. Javi had once returned after realizing he forgot his wallet before the weekend only to drag Santi out of the DEA’s office practically pouting at nearly midnight.

So needless to say, Santiago being gone on a Monday morning was certainly enough to make Javier concerned enough to walk back up to the secretary. Maybe he had finally gone out and enjoyed his life a little on the weekend. The kid needed it, he needed to let off some steam, and a guy that looks like him certainly wouldn’t have any trouble finding a nice girl. Well. Javi hoped she was nice. Santiago would get eaten alive.

“Hola Colleen, ¿Has visto Garcia?” He asked, leaning over her desk.

She did not look up at him. “There’s at least 6 Garcia’s in this building.”

Javi cocked his head to the side. “Which Garcia do you think I’m talking about?” A rhetorical question. “He’s late.”

“What’s it to you? You're late every day, your little lap dog probably got stuck rescuing a kitten from a tree or something.”

He would waste time on something like that.

“Colleen”

She rolled her eyes. “He called in sick, Javi, now mind your business.”

“Sick?” How did he possibly get sick, the kid had the best immune system he knew. Didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, ate all his veggie’s off his plate like his mommy was still watching. “How sick.”

“I didn’t press for details. He never uses sick days so if he wants to play hooky for once it’s none of my business.”

“Thank you Colleen.” Javi smacked the desk, not hard at all. “This was very helpful.”

Javi waited until noon to call. 

“Hola?”

“Garcia, where the hell are you?” He didn’t want to make it seem like he’d been asking about him, after all.

“Oh, hey Javi.” He sounded awful. “Lo siento, I thought they would have told you I was out sick.”

“Well, no one tells me shit around here, you know that.”

“Except for prostitutes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, I’m going on break, want me to swing by and get you anything? Some food, medicine, blankies.”

“Oh, actually, there’s some paper work in my top drawer-”

“I’m not bringing you work, Pope! Jesus, were you the kid who had friends bring him his homework when he was home sick from school?”

Santiago coughed and his poor throat sounded so horse. “Well, if I had friends and if I took days off, I suppose I would’ve.”

“Jesus, Garcia.”

“I’m JOKING! But yeah it was my sister. Mamí would have my head if I fell behind.”

That kid was never going to be free of his mother. “Other than work, do you need anything?”

“No, I’m alright, thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow? 8 O’clock?”

“I’ll see you when you walk in at 8:45”

“Shut the hell up.”

*

Javi was getting ready to leave work when he thought he might call Santi again to see if he needed anything on his way home. They didn’t live far, after all.

He called once, but the boy didn’t answer. He called again, no answer. When there wasn’t an answer a third time, Javier got concerned; he must be too sick to answer. Only stopping briefly at a corner store for some medicine, Javi rushed over to Santiago’s, banging on the door. “Garcia? Garcia!”

After a few minutes, Santi stumbled to open the door, looking groggy and messy and so unlike the boy he knew. Santiago shaved every morning, came to work crisp and put together. Right now, in a rumpled t shirt and shorts and a face that looked like he hadn’t shaved since Friday morning, Santi looked like an adorable disaster. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes.

What a guy. “Am I okay? Garcia I called you three times and you didn’t answer, you look like hell.”

“Oh.” Able to relax a bit, Santi’s shoulders slumped and he rubbed his eye as he coughed and looked at the bad in Javi’s hand. “What’s that?”

Javi glanced at the bag before returning his gaze back to the sick man. “I brought you some medicine. Thought you might need something.”

The smile Santi gave him made his heart leap. “Javi, I appreciate you worrying.”

“I wasn’t-”

“But I’ve had three of my tia’s stop by and baby me already.”

“Oh-”

Santi saw Javi’s slightly dejected look, and it made his heart swell just a bit to see that yeah, Javi was an asshole, but he was his asshole and Javi cared about him. Javi wanted to take care of him. “You know how to make soup?”

“I can try.”

“Good, because I’m starving.” Opening the door to let him in, Santi went back to his couch to watch M.A.S.H.

Javi set to work. “Jesus, Garcia, M.A.S.H? Didn’t you get enough of war?”

“They can’t show anything on TV worse than what I’ve actually seen.” He mumbled, cuddling up in a blanket again.

Javier often forgot that Santiago had a whole life before him, a whole life of seeing things Javi couldn’t protect him from. Occasionally, Santi would mention his friends from the Army, his special ops team he was a part of, but not much, and especially nothing with what happened or why he left. There was his best friend who was a pilot and a pair of brothers. The older brother had been honorably discharged recently with “post-vietnam syndrome” although they hadn’t really spent that much time in Vietnam, comparatively. Vietnam was just the thing that got people talking, finally. This only came up in concern for the young brother who without an older brother’s guidance was hard to reel in.

By the time the soup was done, Santi seemed asleep so Javi walked over to the couch quietly only to find Santi was awake, watching M.A.S.H with tears in his eyes. Javi looked to the TV and although he couldn’t pinpoint what was going on, the scene was somber. “Garcia?” He didn’t answer him. “Garcia, hey, Santi-” Javi touched his shoulder causing Santi to gasp out of his trance.

“Will?!” Santi jumped up, eyes wide with panic and hand going for his hip only to find no gun. No holder. No uniform…

“Hey, amigo, relaje, relaje… It’s okay.” He held up his hands to try and placate him. “It’s just me, you're safe, I’m not going to hurt you, Santi.”

When Santi realized it had happened again he quickly averted his eyes, subconsciously shifting away from his friend. “Fuck, sorry, I was… dreaming.”

Javi knew he wasn’t dreaming. He had been awake, clearly, but Javi didn’t question him. “Dreaming about how you got that scar on your neck?”

He knew him a little too well. That’s why Santi called out for Will, the voice he had heard before slipping into unconsciousness. Santi felt like he had been going crazy. It wasn’t as bad as it had been for Will; Santi could handle gunshots and cross fire and action. He could handle it well, he knew he was capable. It was other things, however, things like dead bodies or funerals that sent him into a haze. One funeral he went to when he looked in the casket he saw himself. He never told anyone and never went again. When he went to mass he prayed he would never have to go Frankie, Will, Benny, or Elena’s. He prayed he’d go first.

“No.” He took a few bites of soup, complimenting it.

Javi just nodded. “Alright.” Turning the TV to the Mary Tyler Moore show, Javi tried to change the subject to distract Santi. “Always thought she was hot.”

“Me too. Had a crush on her when she was on the Dick Van Dyke show.”

Javi chuckled. “Of course you did. Here.” He went and got the cough syrup and put it on a spoon. “Here.”

Like a child, Santi whined. “Asqueroso”

“Shut the hell up, I’m not Mary Poppins and I’m not giving you sugar to wash it down.”

“Fiiiiine.” Santi lifted is head enough that Javi could guid the spoon between his plush and waiting lips, eyes dropping in exhaustion and face flush with fever in a way that made Santi just look… fucked out.

No, fuck, shit, he’s not suppossed to be thinking those things about his partner, or men in general. Not that Javi had a problem with it, but he wasn’t gay. It was just his mind wandering, that’s all. 

“Javi?” Santi mumbled half asleep.

“Hm?”

“There’s some vicks vapor rub on the counter, can you grab it for me?”

“Yeah, no problem.” When Javi returned with the rub, Santi was out cold. “Garcia?” He felt his forehead, he was burning up. Poor kid was probably exhausted. Sighing, he opened the vapor rub. With care and precision, Javi rubbed a bit on his neck and a little on his chest, only dipping slightly under the collar so as to not put his hand anywhere untoward. It wasn’t sexual, Santi just needed help. Digging through his medicine cabinet, Javi also found some peppermint and lavender oils and remembered what his own mother used to do when he was sick. A tiny bit of lavender under the nose and some peppermint on Santi’s temples, Javi hopped at the very least he could have a good sleep.

He deserved it, honestly. The young man worked hard, he cared about what he did and the people of Colombia. He was smart, capable, and kind, traits that Javi remembered liking so much in Steve. He was easy to like. 

Settling into a chair nearby with some soup, Javier decided to stay for a little bit just in case Santi needed something or in case he got worse.

When Santi woke up a few hours later it had already gotten dark out and he had intended on moving to his bed. When he began to sit up, however, Santi saw Javier asleep on the chair. He must have stayed to keep an eye on him. Santi’s heart was full, overcome with emotion and affection for his partner in ways he can’t remember feeling since… well shit, Santi can’t remember feeling like this. He had friends he loved dearly, he loved his sister and his mother and all his extended family… but this felt… different. He couldn’t put his finger on it. 

Standing up, Santi quietly used the bathroom and got another blanket from his room. Before laying down again, Santiago carefully laid the blanket over Javier, tucking him in.

“Buenas noches, amigo. Y gracias."

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Hope this was enough to tide y'all over!

I was writing the vapo rub scene and it was gonna be a lil more intimate but then I got trauma flashbacks to Glee and ina singing and... I said hmmmmmmmm nope lol

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[starstruckunknown-princess]

Party Girls Don’t Get Hurt

Pairing: Javier Pena x F!Reader

Warnings: Heavy drinking/drunkenness, rudeness, self-destructive behavior, Reader has hair long enough to be brushed/held back, vomiting, soft!Javi

Word Count: 1207

Summary: When your boyfriend leaves you behind in Bogota, you drown your sorrows in tequila and loud music. Your coworker, Javier Pena, notices something is wrong and wants to help.

Notes: Welcome to the first installment of my Jukebox challenge! This one is inspired by “Chandelier” by Sia, and who better to be our white knight than the DEA Agent with the heart of gold?

Please like/reblog/comment and if you have a song/pairing in mind don’t hesitate to send it my way! 

Enjoy!

XOXO, Meghan

One shot of tequila was fine. Two was okay — you felt the desired effect but not enough to drown out the swirling angst in your mind. Three had you on the dance floor, sandwiched between two over-cologned cabróns. Four had you asking the less-greasy one to fuck you in the bathroom, which left you…sticky and disappointed. 

But you didn’t care. Anything was better than going home to an empty apartment. The gaps where his things once sat were as noticeable as missing teeth. He didn’t even consider staying once his contract with the US Embassy was up, he just packed his stuff and left despite all the late night talks about your future together, all the plans you’d been counting on.

Which was fine. Completely fine. If he didn’t care enough about you to stay, fuck him. 

You stayed out past two am, stumbling home and falling into bed with barely enough wherewithal to take your shoes off before you passed out on top of your sheets.

The Next Day

You were wearing your glasses today, which Javier couldn’t resist — he loved when you looked like a naughty librarian. He swaggered toward your desk, watching your brow pinch behind the frames and feeling his heart flutter. Murphy would surely give him shit for being late to their meeting with Messina to flirt with you, but he didn’t care. 

The closer he got to you, however, the more he noticed something was…off. Your hair was pulled back in a clip instead of your usual neat ponytail or bun. The crimson button down you wore had a few deep creases in the front and he was sure you’d been wearing the same shirt earlier that week. 

Nothing spoke louder to your distress than the deep purple half-moons under your eyes and the rapid blinking as you tried to focus on the file in front of you. All of this was a stark contrast to your typical neatness and put-together appearance. 

You didn’t notice him until he tapped his knuckles on the edge of your desk. He watched as you eyed him blearily, as if you’d just woken up. 

“What do you want, Peña?” you asked, voice ragged instead of melodic. 

He shifted his feet under him, “You okay?” 

“I don’t see how that’s any business of yours,” you replied tersely, refocusing on the file in front of you. Javi got the feeling of being dismissed, but remained where he stood. 

His fingertips remained on your desk for a moment, hoping you would look back up at him and he could get rid of the pit that had opened in his gut at your haggard appearance. He was worried about you, but he also had a meeting to get to. Making a mental note to ask one of your fellow secretaries if they’d heard anything, he tapped your desk again and turned to leave. 

“Alright. See you later, then,” he said nearly under his breath. 

That night you twirled on the dance floor, margarita sloshing over the sides of the glass you held. The cold drink trickled over your fingers and down your arm, but you didn’t care that it would be a sticky mess for you to clean up later. Later didn’t exist. Later wasn’t your concern. 

“Why are you so anxious to figure out the future?”

“Just live in the moment with me, okay?” 

“You’re too focused on what comes next! It’s suffocating!”

Your ex-boyfriend’s words echoed in your head. Now that he had left you, you decided to take his advice and not give a shit about the future. You lived in the moment now, consequences be damned. You downed the rest of the margarita, the lime and tequila mixture turning dangerously in your pretty much empty stomach. 

All at once the crowd was too close, the music too loud, the air too humid and stagnant. You practically tripped over your high heels as you dashed out the front door, past the line of people waiting to get in, and into a nearby alley.

Bile rose in your esophagus and you bent over, vomiting onto the concrete below you. 

Which is how Javier Peña found you.

“Whoa, whoa, querida,” he said, appearing from nowhere like a knight in shining armor. He gathered your hair at the nape of your neck only for you to wretch again, getting his shoes out of the way just in time. 

You groaned, hearing his deep voice but unable to make out specific words. All you could feel was the burning in your throat and Javi’s large hand skating along your back. 

Why was he here? The extent of your relationship was a heavy office flirtation, something that didn’t exist outside the walls of the Embassy. You’d felt comfortable with it since you had a steady boyfriend and Javier knew that his pick-up lines and compliments and smoldering looks wouldn’t work on you. 

Sure, last month he’d bought you flowers for your birthday. His partner Steve had commented that he’d never seen Javi so smitten but you’d brushed it off — no way the Manwhore of Bogota had feelings for you. Even if he did, you had a boyfriend at the time.

Had being the operative word in that sentence. But you were too exhausted from the dancing and vomiting and the shitty sleep you’d been getting the last few nights to think about it now.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, pressing your back against the cool brick of the building once you were confident you were done vomiting. You looked at Javi, whose hand was still holding your hair back, his wrist resting gently on your shoulder. He was close, his free hand pulling a bandana out of his back pocket and offering it to you. 

“Noticed you were kinda off today, wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.”

“You were following me?” You cleaned your face with a shaking hand. 

“Someone had to,” he said, taking a step closer and tilting your head back with his free hand to make you look up at him. “Helen told me what happened with your boyfriend. I’m real sorry about that, but it’s no excuse to try to drink yourself to death.” 

“I’m just living in the moment, man! Trying to be less uptight and rigid and totally preoccupied with the future,” you said, using air quotes around the last half of your declaration, as you were directly quoting your ex. 

“I think you’ve swung too far in the opposite direction, cariño, come on,” he said, dropping your hair and wrapping his arm around your waist, leading you out of the alley. 

“Where are we going? I wasn’t done dancing!” you whined, trying to direct him back inside the club but he was strong and his grip on your waist tightened. 

“We’re gonna get some food in your system, then we can dance, okay?” he cajoled like a parent with a toddler on the brink of a tantrum. You resented his tone — you were a grown-ass woman! Who did he think he was, telling you what to do? Swooping in and whisking you away from the fun! You opened your mouth to protest, but then you caught his gaze. 

He looked worried. Javier Peña, the irascible unshakable DEA agent charged with hunting down the most dangerous man in South America, looked worried. About you. His thick brow was furrowed and you wanted to smooth it away with your fingers, trace his pouty frown while you were at it. 

“Let me take care of you,” he half-whispered, “please.”

Your heart rate sped up and your breath caught in your throat. All you could manage was a nod. Javi in turn nodded resolutely before turning and leading you the rest of the way to his Jeep.

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[mrsjavierpena]

not (un)expected | masterlist

javier peña x f!secretary!reader

summary: Javier has one, only one very strict policy: to not ever fuck a co-worker; specially if that co-worker is his own secretary. but you make it such a hard promise to keep

warnings: narcos' spoilers, smut, angst, kinda slow burn, unspecified age gap, work dynamics, fluff, insecurities, feelinnngs, misunderstandings, reader has no name/descripition (but has hair long enough to pull)

this is a two part story, hope you enjoy!

PART 1

part 2: TBA

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[supernaturalgirl20]

Love Me or Leave Me

Part 3

Pairings: Javier Pena x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, mutual pining, slow burn, jealousy, angst, fluff, sexism, forbidden relationship.

Summary: Your Javiers’s secretary. One he does not want. You are also the ambassadors daughter which he hates even more. What happens when the hate you have for each other slowly turns to something else? What will your father say when he finds out?

A/N: it’s going to divert from cannon from here on out, it will still have some of the main storyline of narcos but there will be changes 😊

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The following morning there was a commotion in the office. Apparently, there was a ‘gas leak’ at an apartment building. Families dead. Making your way towards your desk, Javi sticks his head out of his office and nods for you to join him. Dropping off your things your make your way inside.

“Close the door.”

“Everything ok?” You ask slightly apprehensive. Javi seems extremely agitated today, and you’re not sure if it’s what happened yesterday with your father or the ‘gas leak’.

“I take you heard about the explosion?” You nod in response, afraid to say anything that might upset him. A knock interrupts you both and Javi’s gaze shifts to the now open door where Fiestl stands, papers in hand.

“What?! We’re a little busy.” Chris’s eyes drift from Javi to you and back again as he moves towards him.

“Sir, I’d like to go to Cali.”

“I’m afraid that’s off the table right now.”

“What, why? Sir, with all due respect we have arrest warrants for all of the Cali godfathers.”

“We aren’t sending anyone at the minute. There isn’t a Cali team.”

“Sir I really…” Javi moves off the desk and moves towards his office door. “Is that it…what was it?”

“Agent Fiestl sir.”

Chris looks to you for support but you just stare at him. You were not going to go against Javi. “Like I said, we’re a little busy so.”

“Sorry sir.” He says head down as he scurries off towards his desk. Javi had moved quickly and was standing inches away from you now, his warmth radiating off him directly into you. Jesus is it hot in here?

“I need you to do me a favour?”

“Hmm Hmm.”

“I need you to get intel from your father on this. I have to know what really happened.”

“I…I don’t…”

“Please hermosa, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

“Ok….Ok I’ll do it.”

His arm touches your waist almost delicately as he slowly leans down towards you. Your heart is beating wildly within your chest and you can’t stop looking at his lips. Those soft, plump…bow like lips. Their slightly rough as they meet the skin of your cheek, a warmth flooding you as butterflies flutter in your stomach.

He pulls away and as he does his eyes drift to your lips. You think for a brief moment he’s going to actually kiss you but then he drops his hand from your waist and walks towards his desk.

“Come straight to me once you’re done.”

***

You need to get this crush under control. You’ve worked to hard to get here to ruin it all by fucking your boss. Not that he would…not that you would…god you want to so bad.

You’d finished off typing out a report for Javi before making your way towards your fathers office. Hoping to just speak with Maria his secretary but as soon as you reach her desk the door to his office flies open.

“Ah Y/N, sweetheart come in.”

“I told you not to call me that here. I want to be respected and you calling me that isn’t going to earn me any.”

“I’m sorry, old habits. So, how is working with Agent Pena?”

“It’s alright. He’s a pain in the ass but I’ve worked with worse. What happened at that complex? Was it really a gas leak?”

Your fathers face grows serious all of a sudden and he stands behind his desk, eyes trained on you. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious. A lot of families died, young children.”

“Did he put you up to this? I told him to stay out of it and just let Stechner handle this.”

“You think I’m asking because of Javier Pena? Ha, dad come on you know I hate the man. He’s a womaniser, why in the world would I help him?”

“I suppose. To answer your question, no it wasn’t a gas leak, but that will be official word on it later. We believe the Cali cartel had involvement in this but with the deal so close now…”

“What deal?” You knew right well what he was talking about. Javi had told you already but you wanted him to think you both hated each other. That you didn’t trust each other.

“Pena didn’t tell you? Hmm, he really doesn’t trust you does he?”

“Javi was just brought down to be the face of the DEA, the hero so to speak. We’ve had a deal cut with the godfathers for a while now. They’ll surrender and do maybe six month in jail. It’s win win for everyone.”

“Well that’s bullshit.”

“Language!”

Rolling your eyes you stand and make your way towards the door. “What happend to you dad? You used to be so different, more like Javier. You actually gave a shit.” Slamming the door behind you, you walk back to your floor to tell Javi when your stopped by Bill on your way.

“Y/N, looking gorgeous as ever. Getting along with Pena alright? Heard he fucked an intern his first night back on the job. Good old Pena. I wouldn’t worry though, you’re not his type.” He smirks at you then walks off and it takes everything in you not to rugby tackle him to the floor. Taking in a deep breath you continue on your way.

***

Javi’s hand is on your waist and he is trying hard to resist the urge to pull you close, to feel you on him. He can see he has you flustered. The goosebumps on your skin, the erratic beating of your heart and he wants to tell you that he’s just as affected. He doesn’t. He leans in and right before your lips meet he changes direction and aims for your cheek.

His eyes glance quickly to your rise coloured lips as he pulls away. Just do it. His eyes meet yours again and then he draws his hand away from you and walks towards his desk. No, I can’t fuck her up too.

He pacing now. Nervously biting the nail of his thumb as he keeps glancing out at your empty desk. Where is she? It’s been two hours. Shrugging off his suit jacket he rolls up his sleeves and loosens his tie. Suddenly the echo of your heels reaches his ears and he turns just in time to see you stride towards his office.

He releases breath he didn’t realise he was holding and that ache in his chest seems to lessen.

“You’re ok!” It wasn’t a question and you knew it, simply nodding by your head.

“Well?”

“You were right. It was the Cali cartel and they knew everything about it. He didn’t even care. Those children…” Tye words get stuck in your throat as you hold back a sob.

Javi can sense the hurt you feel from your fathers action and he pulls you into him, arms wrapping tight around you. “Hey, it’s ok.”

He can feel you shaking in his arms and he pulls back, his hand cupping your face gently. “Shh, it’s going to be ok. We are going to get them, I promise.”

You look up at him now and he has that urge again. Your lips are right there. All he has to do is lean down and capture them in a soft kiss.

“What are you going to do, Javi?”

His eyes look past you then looking for someone and when he spots him he reluctantly pulls away and leaves his office. He can feel your eyes on him as he approaches Agent Fiestl.

“I assume you have a partner?” Chris’s eyes drift to Daniel’s desk before meeting Javiers gaze.

“Yeah I do.”

“Good! Your going to Cali.”

Javi turns around and walks back to his office with a newfound sense of determination. He slams his door closed, his gaze focused on you as you look at him slightly confused. He stares at you for one..two and then he strides towards you, his hand wrapping around your waist as he pulls you into him. His eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before his lips are in yours.

You’re shocked at first and he thinks he’s made a mistake until your lips move against his. He holds you a little tighter as you slip your tongue past his lips. He groans and when he feels his cock harden he pulls away. His breathing is ragged as he rests his head against yours, eyes still closed.

“I…I can’t let this go any further…I can’t…don’t want this to interfere with job. But I want to so bad.”

His eye open slowly to find you smiling. He can’t help but smile back. You make him want to be a better man.

“I get it. You don’t have to explain.”

“When this is over, I’m taking you out for dinner.”

“I’d like that.”

He pulls away - even though is body doesn’t want to - and walks towards his desk.

“You should head home, before I change my mind.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

He groans into his hand before meeting your gaze. His pupils blown wide.

“You can’t say thing like that, I’m a weak man.”

You smirk at him as you move towards the door. “Goodnight Agent Pena.”

He sits back in his chair and watches as you leave the office for the night. What the fuck are you doing?

Part 4

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[auteurdelabre]

DARE TO SURRENDER (Part 5/6) (series) JAVIER PENA x f!Reader

DARE TO SURRENDER: Javier Pena x f!reader

Words: 8.8

summary: You and Brad hit up the club for date night, you’re shocked to find a jealous Javier already there.

A/N: Next chapter is the last and I'm gettin' real sad about saying goodbye to these two. Lemme know your thoughts, whadja like best?

masterlist here

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Chapter 5

Javier stays away from you the next day. He has to because he doesn't feel like himself. And it's not just because of the way you'd slept over, not even just in the gentle kiss you'd pressed against his lips before leaving that had him hard and aching long after you'd left. 

It's the apology.

He can't stop thinking about your eyes, so serious as you gazed up to him. Your body snuggled to his, your hand over his sternum. The action had felt loving. 

"I'm sorry."

You've never apologized to Javier for anything. Not even when you've been in the wrong. Not even when you spilled coffee all over the IT dossier, you'd just snapped that Javier shouldn't have left his half full coffee cup so close to your elbow. 

And what's more concerning is Javier's reaction to the apology. He'd felt it, that sensation of intimacy you both strive to avoid. The way he'd stroked your face, wanting to take away the anxiety resting there. 

"I know, baby."

Why did he let you sleep over? Why didn't he just tell you to go, gently urging you out the door like he does with all the others? Why did it feel so good to sleep out there on his shitty sofa with you? 

He doesn't want to dwell on that, of the feelings that come with remembering how perfectly your body felt against his.

He decides that this is just what comes of fucking someone so well. Other things can be denied, but the way your body's respond to each other cannot.  

And now he's fucked you, seen your body, made you come and now it's time to move on. The chase is over. There's a new secretary who's been giving him the eye. Full-hipped with sweaters that cling to every curve. She'll do nicely. 

He doesn't meet your eyes the next morning at work. You don't seem to notice. You're so stuck on "Brad" that you barely spare a glance for Javier anymore. 

////

Yesterday you'd stumbled into work late after dashing home from Peña's to shower and get ready for the day. Steve had been back, sniffling but focused. Javier had been distracted by his own research, and the two of you hadn't really interacted. 

That had felt like the right move, the logical step. Waking up in his arms had made you feel confused and a little anxious. Everything you know about Javier is through your own limited experience and what you've over heard from other women around the embassy.  

Brad had distracted you so easily from those thoughts though. Sauntering into the office with a gentle hello osita* and a broad smile on his handsome face. He'd brought you a coffee just the way you take it. 

He'd suggested a walk during your lunch break and you'd readily accepted. Once off the property of the embassy Brad had pulled you against him, kissing deeply, pulling apart only when a man on a bike threw you both a wolf whistle. 

But you'd wanted more. You would have fucked him in the washroom of the cafe next door. Would have ridden him in his car. But Brad would never expect that of you. He would never suggest it. You're both still new, still learning. 

Have you always been like this? So impatient and risky? Or did it start with Peña and his insatiability? 

Peña.

Jesus, the other night had felt good. His body speaks to yours in a way that no other has. It has nothing to do with his personality which you find disg-

Well. Actually ... On second thought Javier has been much more pleasant lately. Snippets of the last few weeks go through your head. Him doing your paperwork, the suit, making you laugh, the kindness in his eyes, the fullness of his mouth. He's not so annoying these days. Even sleeping in his arms while strange hadn't felt entirely terrible. Just confusing.

But today after Brad and his sweet kisses you're feeling relaxed, even playful. Murphy is in a meeting with Carillo and Javier has just walked in and he must be tense because he's already puffing away on a cigarette. 

You wait for him to bring you the coffee that he has done every day for the last month. When he doesn't you decide you're in such a good mood, you'll be the coffee girl today. 

You make up his coffee,( black with half a scoop of sugar) and make your way to his desk. He's facing away from you, but at the sound of your heels over the linoleum you watch his broad shoulders tense. 

"Thought you'd want one," you offer, nudging the white Styrofoam cup towards him on his desk.  

"Had one on my way to work," Javier mumbles, not looking up at you, his head dipped as he makes frantic notes in scrawled writing. "Thanks anyway."

You feel slighted but you nod, taking the cup with you as you depart back to your desk. You feel an icy chill coming from him as he continues taking notes, his attention firmly wherever you are not. 

"You mad at me or something Peña?" You tease airily, organizing the folders on your desk. 

You say it casually but there's a real concern there simmering under the surface. The antagonistic yet playful relationship that you two shared seems to be diminishing. And that thought makes you feel cold, increasing when Javier just rasps over his shoulder at you without turning.

"Just busy."

"That's a first," you say trying to bait him. "You actually doing work."

You wait for his snarky reply, for his knowing smirk as he bites back with something. 

But all you're left with is a long stretch of silence and his shoulders squared and tensing. 

This goes on for the rest of the week. All the banter, the flirtation, the casual touches are gone, taken from you. 

It makes the days go by slowly and it makes them feel awful. You didn't realize how much you'd gotten used to Javier's presence at your desk, the sly winks, the way he smiles when he makes you laugh. 

Now it feels cold here in the office and more sterile than it ever did. 

You suppose that's what makes you act out of character Friday morning. Peña has always been the pursuer, the one teasing. But today you want to see his little smirk, you feel almost desperate for any reaction from him.

You're sitting at your desk, one hand propped under your chin, the other gently twisting a pencil between your first three fingers. 

You can't stop looking at Javier's back. He's started doing this, moving the typewriter on his desk so he doesn't have to look in your direction. 

"Hello? You listening?"

You drag your attention from the back of Javier's lean neck and over to Murphy who's desk currently buttresses yours. 

"Sorry, I missed it, what?"

"I said Connie wants to know if you wanna come over for dinner next week."

"Of course," you say with a forced smile. "Gonna be a big party?"

"Nah just a catch up," Murphy says stacking a cigarette between his lips. "Says I'm not social enough."

"Well. . . " You trail off, giving him a meaningful look accompanied by a smirk. 

"Yeah, yeah fuck you," Murphy replies with a wide grin. "Bring that guy you're seeing."

"Sure."

You both turn when Peña calls over his shoulder without looking at you. 

"You got those photos? Ones from the last debrief?"

Murphy tilts his chin in your direction. Peña is talking about your photos. You take a sharp inhale. 

"Yeah, one sec."

You feel a bit strange walking over to Peña since his back is to you. It feels strange to have him so obviously ignoring you. It makes that competitive part of you surface, the need to make him interact with you. The need to make him smile for you. 

You stand next to Peña's desk, your eyes darting to Murphy. He's gone back to his file and now it's Murphy who has his back to you. 

Your eyes dart back down to Javier still willfully ignoring you. You want his eyes on you, crinkling into a smile or blown wide with desire. You don't care, you just want them on* you. 

"Here you go," you say dropping the folder onto his desk. He nods, still not looking up at you. He's typing quickly, forefinger working madly over the keys. 

Look at me.

With a pounding heart you tilt forward, your hands placed at the edge of the desk. You drop your voice to a husky whisper heard only by Peña.

"I hope they're helpful, papi."

You watch with satisfaction as his eyes blow wide and fingers slip clumsily over the keys, making a mistake in the notes he's been making. 

"Fuck."

His mouth looks especially kissable today. You want to see it curved into a smile for you. You love his smile, the way that little dimple pops up on his right cheek. But he still doesn't look up at you. 

Look at me.

He hears your silent plea. Dark, endless eyes weave from your hip up your body in a lazy trail that lingers over your chest before ending on your face.

Murphy excuses himself to grab something from down the hall but neither of you even notice. When the door closes you move closer and lean your hip against Peña's desk, looking down at him. It feels thrilling acting like this in work, teasing Javier for once. 

He's staring up at you, his mouth parting when your hand goes to stroke along his shirt collar. 

"You look tense," you say slow and syrupy. "Need to release some of that tension, baby."

His eyes lose their dreamy quality the second the pet name leaves your mouth. He tilts back in his chair, out of your reach. 

"How's Brad?"

The accusation in his eyes makes you jerk backwards. You shift away from leaning on the desk, arms crossing. 

"Uh, fine."

"You dating? It official?" Javier's voice holds a sneer. "Figure you must be close to it, knowing you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You like security," Javier says lighting a cigarette. "You like a plan. Brad's perfect for that. Bet he's already looking a white picket fences back in whatever corn-fed slum he comes from."

So much vitriol is spewing from him. You take another step back from him, your brows sharp. 

"Wha-" you’re blinking rapidly. "Why are you saying that?"

"You think your future husband would enjoy knowing what we did the other night?" Peña asks smoothly, taking a long drag from his cigarette, the item looking dwarfed in his long fingers. "Or that you're here throwing yourself at me?"

He exhales slowly, letting the smoke curl around his lips, drifting insouciant in your direction.

"Throwing myself at you?" You scoff, your entire face turning so red it feels like it's burning. 

And future husband? You haven't even been on a real date with Brad! But Javier's face is like a storm cloud, dark and moody.

You weren't expecting it to hit so hard. Wasn't ready for the way his clear derision would not only embarrass you but also hurt your feelings. 

"Fuck you, Peña."

Another deep drag from his cigarette. 

"Already did."

You spin away, your legs carrying you out of the office. You refuse for him to see you cry. 

///

Javier feels sick to his stomach. He's never been cruel like that, not to you. You've never deserved it. You didn't deserve it today but he panicked. 

He can't have you near him. 

He doesn't know why but he feels prickly. He doesn't understand why, but every time you walk by him smiling and serene he's fucking furious. 

How can you have done what you have with Javier and then walk around like you're not confused? Are you really so immune to emotion that you don't recognize that something has shifted? Or has it only shifted for him?*

He thinks of your finger dragging along his collar, the feel of your digit grazing his throat. Fuck. 

Need to release some of that tension, baby.

You know how he feels about the term. You know he's attracted to you so why do it? For attention? To tease him? 

How can you look at him like you do while Brad is waiting in the wings? 

And why can't he stop thinking about you? Not just your body moving over his but the way your eyes squint when you laugh, the smell of your hair, the way your body felt tucked up next to his. 

Fuck. 

He needs to talk to you. Needs to apologize for what he said. It was so awful and ugly. He can't have you walking away thinking he meant any of it. 

///

You feel your eyes brimming with tears, your steps uneven as you make your way down the hall. 

Fuck Javier Peña. 

You'd known he was an asshole. You'd seen the trail of broken hearts he left in his carnal wake. But you'd thought you were safe, thought that since

But here you are, crying over him anyway. 

It's still early in the morning, the hallway isn't that busy and you think you can make it to the bathroom before the tears fall.  

You move quickly down the hall, your heels clacking as you round the corner. 

"Mornin' gorgeous."

You look up to see Brad approaching you from the opposing hall. Seeing his bright, smiling face makes it easy for you to blink the tears back, shooting him a watery smile. When he gets closer he sees the tears dotting your lash line. 

"Wait, you okay?" 

"Just a headache."

"Awww poor osita," Brad clucks, bringing you into a side hug. You told him you don't want to be too demonstrative at work, but after how Peña treated you, you curl into him. 

"You really okay?"

"Yeah," you assure him. You don't want him to see you upset. You still barely know one another. 

Brad is stroking your hair behind your ear. It's such a sweet and innocent gesture. Something Peña would-

Stop thinking about Javier fucking Peña!

Javier Peña is the last person you want to think about right now. He's cold eyes and grim mouth having you feeling sick to your stomach. 

A quick glance tells you that you and Brad are alone in the hallway and in a moment of defiance you grip him by the collar and drag his face to yours. 

You feel so out of sorts, so agitated by what's happened that you need it to go somewhere. Brad kisses you back immediately, no hesitation. 

Your arms crawl up his shoulders, holding to him as he kisses you, his hands slung over your waist and then moving to your the globe of your ass, curling and pulling you tight against him. You're not expecting that. You'd wanted comfort not aggressive carnality. His pelvis is tight against yours. 

"Shouldn't," you say, frozen to the spot at Brad nuzzles your neck before he nods, shaking his head as if coming back to himself. 

"You're right," he says with a short laugh. But his hands are still on you and you don't feel like you can back up.

"Wowee," comes a voice from behind you. You and Brad jump apart, cheeks stained red. Murphy is walking by, giving you a quick wink. 

"Well that's one way to pass the time," Murphy grins. His eyes move down the hall. "Eh Peña?"

Peña?

You jerk your head to follow Murphy's gaze and see Javier glaring at you and Brad from down the hall.

He's standing looking as if he was in mid stride. He gives a derisive shake of his head at you and then he's gone.

///

Javier is furious. Fucking seething. 

He's scissoring his legs down the hallway, cigarette smoke trailing behind him like he's become some fury-fueled train.   

Images of you and Brad tangled together. Murphy smiling and laughing and shooting Peña a wink that says 'finally our girl is letting loose!' like it doesn't take the breath from Javier's body just to see it.

Since when do you start making out in the middle of the embassy? What happened to that "professionalism above all things" mantra you threw at Javier time and time again?

Or is that only reserved for men you fuck for fun? 

He wants to punch a wall. He wants to scream. He wants to fuck someone, anyone. He needs to expel this horrible clawing agitation from his body. 

"Hola Javier."

Rosalia, the newest secretary. The one with the tight sweaters and great tits. Her tits are even better than yours. Fuck you and Brad and all that shit that makes him feel so inferior, so vulnerable. 

"Hola bonita," Javier purrs, because this is familiar, this is good. When Rosalia blushes prettily under his gaze he knows that this is inevitable. 

This is what he does. This is all he knows. 

///

"Ugly," you tell yourself in the mirror Friday after work. 

You're holding up a black dress that you'd brought with you from home. It had seemed so cool, so chic but now it just looks tacky. Ugly. 

Brad will be here to pick you up soon. You've cleaned your humble apartment, put new sweet -smelling sheets on the bed. The dishes are stacked and drying and you've just shaved every part of you that men assume should be hairless, rolling your eyes at the thought. 

Now you stand with mascara-rimmed eyes and deep red lips looking at the dress you thought would work so well for tonight. 

It's slutty, you decide. You don't dress slutty because that's not you. You like conservative, not because it covers but because it makes you feel stronger, more confident. 

But men like Brad want flesh. They want handfuls of ass and tits. They want hands over skin and the clap of bodies fucking hard and fast. But now you know you like it slow and deep and sensual.  

Without meaning to your back on that couch in Javier's apartment, rocking slowly against him in a way that feels like caring not competition. 

Is my girl feeling good?

His girl. Javier's girl. What would it be like to be Javier's girl? And then his eyes, his big beautiful night-sky eyes. 

I know, baby.

"Stop," you murmur to yourself. "Fucking stop."

You’re self sabotaging yourself. You don't want Javier Peña. You want Brad, a man who treats you nicely, a man who doesn't play games. 

You pull on the dress and you fluff your hair and you internally repeat that this is a Peña -free night. You're looking forward to getting with Brad, to dancing and drinking enough to give you the courage to invite him back here. To take him to your bedroom with its freshly made bed and-

Is my girl feeling good?

"Fucking stop!" You shout at the air in front of you. You will not waste another thought on Javier Peña. 

///

"So how long have you worked with Peña?"

For fuck's sake.

You sit sullenly across from Brad and three of his colleagues. Apparently dinner and dancing wasn't just an invitation for you, but for an entire group. Brad is squished between two of them, his eyes on the food in front of him. He's dressed up, but his colleagues look like they just came from work. 

"I don't work for him, I work with him."

One if Brad's friends, Mark you think his name is smirks over at Oliver.  

"Is it true he hangs out at cat houses?"

"And sleeps with the prostitutes?"

Wide, shark smiles greet you from across the table. Leering faces, eager for the lurid and tantalizing. You don't understand how Brad is friends with them, or why he's smirking at them from behind his beer bottle.

"Peña is a really good agent," you say carefully. "His methods of Intel extraction are unconventional at times but . . . Effective."

Oliver and Mark exchange gleeful smiles. "That's a yes!"

You roll your eyes, sipping from your beer bottle and try not to sigh. This evening is not how you pictured it going. 

An hour of watching Brad joke around with his colleagues and you've just about had it. He seems to sense this, excusing himself.

"Sorry boys, I owe this lovely lady a dance."

They bid you farewell, eyes on the ass of the passing restaurant hostess. You consider denying Brad, telling him you just want to go home but then he turns his charming smile on you and you consider that maybe just maybe there's been a misunderstanding.

"Sorry about that," he whispers in the cab on the way to the club moments later. "I told them we were going to dinner and they just asked to tag along."

"Right."

"Osita, don't be like that," Brad teases and you bristle. You don't like how the nickname sounds coming from Brad tonight. You force a smile, turning your attention out into the night that passes by your window. 

///

Gusto the club is packed. All variety of beautiful people bump into you in the crowded and dimly lit space. There are booths full of couples kissing and fondling, 

This is one of the few places that embassy staff seems to enjoy. You spot a few of the secretaries as you and Brad move through the gyrating throngs of people on the dance floor. You thought you'd grab a table first but Brad pulls you into his arms, insisting on a quick dance first. You agree, even though you're still a bit prickly about dinner. 

Brad smiles down at you, pulling you tightly against him and grinding slightly against your pelvis. You're not a fan of this kind of dancing, not used to the over familiarity of the dance moves. 

You like Brad but there’s something about tonight that feels off. You hadn't enjoyed the way he was with his friends. You don't enjoy the way he keeps brushing his hands along side of your breasts when you dance even after shifting away from the motion. 

You don't feel comfortable.

"Hey I'm a bit warm," you call up to him over the music. "I'm just gonna get a drink."

"I'll join you," Brad calls back.

I wish you wouldn't.

You take a deep breath; hand in Brad's as you move through the pulsing crowd. The music is intense and heavy on the beat. The room is warm and you feel overheated, your hair sticking to the back of your neck. 

When you finally make it to the bar, Brad tells you to hold tight as he walks down to get the bartender’s attention. You smile wanly, wondering if you still want to take Brad home after all. He's a perfectly nice guy, tonight just might be an off -night. People are allowed to have off-nights. 

You spin on the bar stool, spine against the bar nodding at the clusters of people mingling around you. Your eyes go to the dance floor, hoping to be entertained when you feel your mouth drop open.

You catch his shoulders first, moving smoothly under the flashing club lights, then his lean neck and he tilts forward and whispers something to his date before spinning them in the center of the dance floor in time with the music.  

It's Javier Peña looking fucking delicious.

He's got his pale yellow button-up on, his jeans practically painted on. His hair is brushed back from his face and all you can think is how fucking good he looks dancing. 

He's damp from dancing, breathing heavily. His neck is slick and his hair curls slightly at the back where it touches. All you can think is that he looks like he's just been fucked and well. Your pussy literally throbs at the sight. 

He dances like how others walk, confidently and smoothly as if it's the most natural thing in the world. It's hypnotic at the very least the way his hips swivel. 

You've never seen him move like that before outside the bedroom. Never seen his body move with that kind of languid grace outside of his naked body pressing into yours. 

But he's there on the dance floor, his date against him as his one hand splays over her stomach, holding her tightly against his hips, the other holding a drink. And when he moves you think it must be only you who's never quite seen it before. The way he just exudes charisma and sexuality in every motion. 

It's in the way he holds his mouth when he's amused or the way he pops his hip when he stands too long in one place. He doesn't try to be sexy, he just is. He's dancing with some woman in a tight dress, his hips loose as she rubs up against him.

He laughs at something says showing his pearly white teeth and adorable dimple. That pit of flesh where you want to press yo-

Wait what the fuck? What the fuck are you thinking about?

You notice how tightly his date moves against him, her arms around his neck as she leans the back of her head against his sternum. It makes your teeth grind. You recognize her as the new secretary from the embassy. She's beautiful with pouty lips and an amazing body. 

She's looking up at Javier through low eyes, desire clearly reflected there. He's focused on her body and you watch as their hips grind against one another in pulse with the music. 

You feel sick. 

Why do you care how Javier dances? Who gives a shit if he's here? He's been nothing but horrible to you all week! 

Her body moves so fluidly, you've never seen anything quite like it. Jealousy, sharp and acute stabs through you at the sight of his hands on her hips. 

Why is he here with her tonight of all nights? Is he trying to torture you? Why all of a sudden? What happened to make him suddenly despise you?

It hurts.

Javier is grinding with his date, aggressively now. There's a thin sheen of sweat over both of them, over everyone in the club really. But Javier's highlights the length of his neck, the curl of his hair at the ends. 

He's saying something to Rosalia and she's nodding, her hand going to cup his neck as she leans back against his chest. You can't help but watch struck dumb when you see Peña's eyes drifting over the crowd. 

When they land on you, you can only watch as his wide hands move over her hips, pulling her tightly to him as he stares at you with hungry eyes that gobble you up as you sit there dumbstruck on the barstool. 

His hands are on Rosalia's waist, pulling her back against his front more tightly as he watches you. You're sure that if he's hard she can feel it there at the small of her back. 

Why does that make you so angry? 

And is it just anger? Or is it something more? It hits you belatedly as you watch Rosalia's body move against his hips so beautifully. 

It's arousal.

You're turned on watching Javier dance. Underneath the jealousy of him being with another woman is the overwhelming desire you have when you see him moving like that, his strong body loose and sensual. 

She's turned now, facing him so that when they dance their pelvis' merge. You expect that Javier will look away now, but if anything he's looking at you harder. His hands begin to squeeze her ass as they move together under the flashing lights. You swallow, irritated when Peña flashes a slow wink in your direction. 

Fuck this.

You push yourself off the stool, your heart in your throat. You pass Brad carrying back your drinks and tell him you're going to the washroom. He nods and tells you he'll find a table. 

You move blindly through the dark club, desperate to be away from the crowd, away from Javier's suffocating gaze. 

You find a single stall washroom empty, thankful for the privacy. You pull the door closed, balancing against it as the pounding music muffles behind you. 

You take a deep breath, eyes shut. It smells like cleaning products and old air fresheners. You move to the counter, thinking if you get some cold water on your face it might help. 

The door to the bathroom creaks open and you berate yourself internally for not locking it behind you. 

"Sorry occu-" the words die on your tongue as Javier slides in, pulling the door behind him. 

His eyes trail over the lowered collar of your dress, the short cut of it at your mid thigh and you balanced there over the sink. 

"Peña, what the fuck-"

"Hi, baby. Having a nice night?"

You stare at him, again dumbfounded as his arms cross over his chest and he leans against the wall with his shoulder. You want to ask him again why the fuck he's in here with you, but a bigger question looms in your mind. 

"Did you follow me here to Gusto?" 

"You think you're the only person to go dancing, Osita?"

"I've never heard of you going to clubs. And you just so happen to show up to this one tonight?"

Javier forces a shrug. "My date wanted to dance, what can I say? Considering what waits for me tonight I was more than amenable."

"How exciting for you," you reply drily. He just smirks at you, that annoying know-it-all smirk that gets under your skin.

“You might want to invest in a condom before you get back out there," you say with a surly edge to your voice. "You two were practically fucking on the dance floor."

"Jealous?"

"Of you and Brain-dead Barbie out there?" You scoff. "Hardly."

"Judgemental," Peña observes sucking his teeth. 

He watches you bent over the counter, your chest heaving. Your dress is tight, and short. You never wear shit like this and he can tell it makes you hesitant, insecure. He doesn’t like that about it. He does however enjoy how it outlines the swell of your breasts and ass.

He needs to taste you. It's not a want, it's a need. He knows you'd taste fucking perfect on his tongue. Flavorful and full. He licks his lips and catches himself only when your eyes shutter.

“So what are you doing in here, Peña ?”

"I'm here to collect," he tells you, his voice sharp but his eyes soft. 

"Get the fuck out of here," you insist with a sneer. 

"Or what?" He challenges drolly. "You'll get big, bad Brad to come kick my ass?"

For some reason the thought of Brad and Javier fighting flashes into your mind. And for whatever reason Javier is throwing a steady punch, his muscles rippling under his shirt, that intensity in his eyes as he sends Brad stumbling back. You swallow when arousal floods you at the unbidden image. 

"I don't need anyone fighting my battles for me," you inform him, trying to keep your voice steady. 

"Don't I know it," Javier muses, and the sharp quality to his voice is gone leaving nothing but gentle amusement.

"Javier what is this? You ignore me all week, you make eyes across the dance floor as you dry hump your date and now you follow me into the bathroom?" You look around at the small space with its toilet stall and stone sink, arms raised in supplication 

"What the fuck do you want?" 

You don't expect him to cross the small space and you certainly don't expect his large hand to come and cup your throbbing pussy in his palm, gathering both your dress and panties in one handful. 

"I want this," Javier murmurs, his mouth inches from yours. "I want my mouth on it."

You hold in a whimper at the realization that he must feel how wet you are through your panties. 

"W-why?"

"Because you've denied me twice and I'm owed."

You both know he doesn't mean it. That these words exist as an excuse for him to be here in your space. He looks down at you through half lidded eyes, brow raised. He doesn't move his hand, and you find you don't want him to. He waits, not moving a muscle. You realize it's because he's waiting for your next move. Will you reject him or surrender? 

"Yes," you finally say with a shaky nod. "I owe you."

You don't miss the grin that he tries to hide when he turns from you, dropping his hand from your pussy. You watch him lock the door to the bathroom, your pulse spiking. 

You make no attempt to move, you're still sort of shocked by it all. Brad is waiting for you, Javier's date is waiting for him and yet your here with Javier and you have no desire to be anywhere else. 

His dark eyes slide over your face, hands coming to your waist. You exhale softly as Javier slides you onto the bathroom counter, your bottom hitting the cool stone. 

His hands remain loosely around your waist a moment but they soon move to the front of your dress. You gasp when his hands tug down the front to reveal and then bring out your tits from their clothed confines. 

The nipples tighten almost painfully fast, and before you can cover yourself Javier curls a palm around both, testing their weight and grinning wickedly when he pinches the nipples and you give a breathy groan. 

"Maybe we shouldn't," you start to say weakly, stopping when you see Javier shoot you a pitying smile. 

"You really wanna stop?" 

"No."

He wants to laugh at how quickly you replied, but he doesn't want you to think he's mocking you. 

"Lean back."

He hears you whimper, your eyes cast down your body to watch everything. One of Javier’s hands leads your thigh to one of his broad shoulders. He kisses the inside of that softest of skin, his dark eyes staring up at you as you pant, your cheeks flushed. You look wrecked and the sight has him rock hard. 

He sees in your face how much you want this, the panting escaping your mouth in soft little huffs. And those eyes of yours? Fuck. Pupil almost taking over the iris, glittering up at him so obviously in desire. 

"You look so good like this, Osita," he purrs, gaze roving your body slowly taking his time despite the urgency of the moment. "Always want you looking at me like that." 

"Like what?" You breathe.

"Needy." 

You are needy for him.

His hair is sweaty, stuck to his forehead. His shirt is damp around the collar from his dancing in the club and yet he's never looked so fucking good to you.

Already you’re soaked, arousal spreading between your thighs. You're almost terrified of how badly you want Javier right now. It feels overwhelming, all encompassing. 

You can only watch as Javier's wide hands slide up your thighs. You can't look away from the sight of those beautiful, golden hands sliding up up up until they disappear under your skirt. His thumbs graze along your inner thigh. 

"So soft," Javier observes, his lips barely see moving. His dark eyes are glazed and you wonder if he even knows he's just spoken out loud. His fingers hook around your panties, pulling gently. You shift your hips so he can pull them off with ease. 

"Normally I'd take my time," Javier insists, his hands going to your knees and gently urging them apart. 

You both sense the urgency, can hear the pulsing beat of the music outside. Knows that it's only a matter of time before someone wants to use this particular bathroom.  

He smiles before gently pulling your knees apart. You let them fall open as he kisses up your thighs, inhaling deeply and groaning. You tremble, legs splayed for him on the counter. Your back is against the cool mirror, your hands gripping the stone under your hands the best you can. He pauses, uncertainty there in his eyes.

"You want my tongue?"

"Yes," you breathe, your thighs trembling around his head. "Please."

Javier sinks to a kneeled position before his muscled arms coil around your thighs, hefting your lower half into his grip and towards his mouth. You can only just see your pussy lips from this angle, peeking out from your bunched dress. But from Javier's angle he can see everything and he is fucking dazed. You're so wet, puffy and delicious looking. 

"Need to taste you," he groans and his fingers dig into your flesh as his mouth descends. 

Your head hits the mirror as you arch. His tongue trails a stripe between the lips he parts with his fingers, eager to explore. Your thighs tremble as his tongue delves, circling your clit with precision, his neck strained forward. 

Javier has eaten plenty of pussy in his day. He knows he's good at it, he knows how women like it. Watching and hearing you come undone under his tongue however is like a holy experience. He doesn't even have to use his fingers. You're so responsive to him, each subtle movement makes you keen and whimper.

"Jesus," you murmur, eyes slamming shut. It's true, all the things the secretary's say about him. His tongue is deadly and only seconds in you feel your body twitching with pleasure. 

Javier wishes he was raised up higher instead of kneeling between your legs on the floor. If he was higher he could watch you both in the mirror. The thought makes his cock twitch. 

You cry out a strange ream of gibberish as he sucks your clit into his hot mouth. You weren't ready for that, weren't ready for the electric shock that takes your breath away. Your legs spread further, desperate to feel more, deeper as he works between your legs. 

"That's it," Javier hums, voice muffled. "Just enjoy, baby." 

"Mhmm," you moan, back arching as his flattened tongue licks a stripe up your dripping slot. "S-so fucking good."

Your eyes crack open just long enough to see Javier knelt between your legs, his normally coiffed dark hair falling over his forehead as he tastes you. He looks so peaceful, so gentle, so beautiful that it takes your breath away. 

Javier grunts, mouth kissing your cunt expertly, his nose grazing your clit. His eyes are closed, surrendering to this moment. Nothing exists outside this room. No club, no Brad, no Escobar. Just you whimpering for his mouth. 

There's a knock at the door, someone demanding something in Spanish. You twitch away from Javier's mouth, your eyes blowing wide. 

"Ocupado," Javier shouts out frustration from between your legs. He sees the anxiety cross your features. "Ignore it."

You want to tell him this in insane, that he should stop but his mouth is back, giving sweet sloppy kisses to your cunt and you're boneless against him, giving soft little groans. 

All of a sudden Javier feels your hand gently carding through his hair and he shivers. It feels so good being touched by you. He presses his teeth lightly against the sides of your pulsing pearl and smiles when your hand grips a fistful of his hair. 

"Javi!" you cry out his name in a broken moan and all the hair on his body stands on end.  

Hearing his name, an affectionate nickname coming from you in a tone that can only feel described as carnal has Javier concerned about arriving in his pants. Something he's never done before and doesn't intend on doing now. 

You keep feeling yourself crest, your body being tugged into the pleasurable pull only for the noise of the club to distract you.  

"C'mon pretty girl," Javier purrs as he pulls his mouth off you. "I can feel how close you are."

You think you hear someone outside talking in Spanish and you tense before you cant your hips aggressively against his mouth, head tilted back against the cold mirror. You want to come so badly, too much because you can feel it slipping away the more you focus on it. When it eludes you for the third time you give a breathy whine of frustration. 

Javier can feel it, can sense the agitation going through you. You feel his mouth drift, kissing the crease of your thighs as you tense up. 

"Baby, baby," Javier soothes, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thigh before raising his eyes to meet yours. "Slow down. Just let it happen."

"I'm so close," you whine, cheeks and chest flushed. "But it keeps going away because of the music and-"

"Just breathe, I'm gonna make you feel so good," Javier promises you, eyes soft. "Even if I'm here on my knees all fucking night. You're gonna come for me, osita. I'll make sure of it." 

You feel a pull below your navel, your mouth going slack at Javier's husky declaration. He grins up at you, thumbs gently stroking your inner thighs. He gives you a wink, head going back between your thighs. 

But suddenly you need him closer, your entire body desperate for him, not just his mouth. Right now he feels so far away. You push him gently back, taking in the confusion on his face. 

"Want you inside me," you whisper sliding yourself off of the counter. Your feet hit the ground as Javier comes to a stand. You can tell that he's about to complain.

"Please," you whisper, your mouth finding his, tasting yourself on his mouth. "Need your cock tonight."

He slants his full lips against yours, groaning into your mouth at your words. You feel him hard between your legs and you cup him through his jeans. He grunts, mouth moving to your neck. 

"Okay pretty girl," Javier relents. "I'll give you what you need." 

You fumble with his belt, your body arching against him. He smiles down at you before gently twisting you away from him, bending you over the counter. His pants are tugged down over his hips and you hear the sound of a foil wrapper, thankful Javier came prepared. 

You're still so wet from his mouth on you earlier that you take him with no problem, back arching and mewling with the pleasure that immediately floods you. 

"Mhmmm," Javier groans against your neck before smiling as he watches you in the mirror. "There she is. Now my girl's feeling good isn't she?"

His girl. His girl.

"Yes," you pant, head back against his broad shoulder. His hand snakes down your front, fingers curling around the pearl of your clit, playing with you as he fills your pussy. 

"You like this, baby?" 

"Si papi," you breathe, not thinking. You don't see Javier's smirk in the mirrors reflection, but you do feel him swell within you, his hips bouncing your ass against him. 

"Pretty girl likes being fucked in public," Javier grunts, his hands pinning your palms to the counter. "Pussy all wet for me isn't it?"

"Yes," you breathe through the thrusts

"He get your pussy this wet osita? Or is it just me?" 

"Don't," you murmur, not wanting to think about Brad. All you want to think about is Javier Peña and how good he feels inside you.

"See how good you look taking me," Javier rasps, his hand loosely on the back of your neck. He gently urges your head up, forcing you to look at your reflection. 

You look completely ruined. Hair wild and tousled, lipstick smudged, tits spilling out of your dress and jiggling with every thrust from Javier. 

"So fucking pretty," Javier tells you, grazing your jaw with his mouth. 

But soon it's not you that you stare at in the mirror, it's Javier. You catch his eyes in reflection, moaning as you watch. He's fucked out, hair tousled, mouth puffy as he thrusts into you. He looks so sexy, so fucking broad and masculine thrusting into you. 

"You feel so good, baby," Javier moans, eyes closed as he loses himself in fucking you, his mouth moving without conscious thought. "No one feels as good as you."

You think of Sofia. Of the secretary Rosalia waiting for him outside and you wince.

"Not even your girls from-"

"No one," Javier interrupts before groaning, his forehead dropping between your shoulder blades as he saws in and out of you. "This pussy was made for my cock."

You don't know why but this causes fresh arousal to flood you. His fingers come to your clit, dancing there, teasing you. For some reason he can’t stop thinking about the way you smile at Brad. The way you light up when that boring bastard enters a room. And yet, Javier observes with dark satisfaction, it’s him fucking you right now while stupid fucking Brad sits in the club oblivious.

"Bet Brad's cock doesn't make you feel like this."

"Stop,” you moan twisting from him. You want to keep this light and fun. You've already slept over at Javier’s place by accident. You don't need to keep playing with fire. Especially when you know this is just a game for him.

“He make you come like I do?" Peña  demands against your ear, hot and breathy. "Tell me."

"Haven't fucked him," you groan without thinking. Your forehead lowers to press against the cool stone counter as his pace quickens. You don't see the way his eyes grow wide, his mouth curving. 

"Why?"

"Enough," you breathe, feeling your climax building.

"Is it because you only wanna fuck me?" Javier asks, his voice shaking as his pace increases. You can hear the lewd sound of your flesh smacking together over the music. "You only want my cock pretty girl?"

"Javi," you groan, both chiding him and encouraging him to keep fucking you. Javier wants to press you for more information. Wants you to say what he's hoping your suggesting. But he can feel the tug at his lower belly and knows he has no time. 

"You gonna come for me?"

Your eyes jerk to his in the mirror and he catches them. He's wild, his eyes bright and blazing, his full mouth puffy from your kisses and your cunt and you feel yourself unravel. 

"Yes," you cry out, arms reaching behind you. For some reason it feels very important that Javier kiss you right now.

It feels necessary. 

Your hand reaches behind to his neck, tugging his head forward and tilting your face so he can kiss you from behind. He does this without hesitation, his mouth finding yours and groaning. He doesn't stop his ministrations below and you buck into his hand, urging his cock further. 

"Want you to come," you whisper against his mouth, jolting as he thrusts. "Need it, baby." 

"Gotta come for me first," Javier murmurs against your parted lips, inhaling your whimpers. "Gotta come on my cock right now, pretty girl."

You do. As if just by saying those words he's unlocked something within you. He watches in the mirror as your head jerks back onto his shoulder, neck thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as your pussy milks his cock. He follows seconds later, emptying himself inside you as he grips your body to him. 

After a moment you two break apart, Javier slipping his softened cock from you and disposing of the condom. You both are breathing heavily and you tuck your dress over your bare tits, feeling strangely cold.

What did you just do? Brad is sitting outside. Rosalia is probably wondering where her date is. And you two have been fucking like wild animals in the middle of a club washroom. It makes your cheeks flame to think of behaving this way.

It makes you ashamed that you caved so easily to Peña  and his charms. That you let yourself be caught up in his game. You pull your purse from where it’s tumbled to the ground and begin to dig around for your lipstick tube.

“Come here,” you tell him over your shoulder. He steps over to you, eyes warm. He smiles as you pull a tissue from your purse, wiping the faint smudges of your lipstick from his full mouth. He watches your face as you do this, full of concentration.

“What are you doing?” Javier asks, his breathing slowly stabilizing. He’s smoothed his hair back with his hand, looking almost exactly the same as when he arrived, save for a flush to his cheeks that wasn’t there before. He sees you turn to the mirror, pulling the lipstick tube from your purse.

"It’s my lipstick,” you say running over your lips with the tube. "I think Brad might just suspect something if we go out there with it smudged all over each other’s mouths."

Javier immediately shuts down, receding and crossing his arms over his broad chest as he looks at the ground. 

"Brad."

"Yeah," you say, turning to face the mirror. You’re fixing the smudge of your lipstick but you can see Javier there in the reflection behind you glaring at you. You twist around to look at him. 

"What?"

"You're really gonna go back out there with Brad? After you've just come on my fucking cock?"

You go a deep red at the blunt vulgarity of his words. You're so confused by his response. He's ignored you all week, made you come and now... What? He's upset that you're going back to your dates? Upset that the game is done?

"If I recall Rosalia is probably waiting for you."

"Yeah, she is," Peña says and there's a challenge there in his gaze. "Guess I'll compare tonight. See who’s sweeter." 

The viciousness of that vulgar statement takes your by surprise. 

"That's a disgusting thing to say."

"Well I'm a disgusting man," Javier says sucking at his teeth. "The one with the brothels, right? Isn't that how you introduced me?"

You see him square his shoulders, his eyes turning cold. You hate it when he looks like that. It’s a look he reserves for Escobar and his men, not for you. He turns, heading towards the door he entered and you feel frantic, coming towards him. You don't want him to go. 

"Wait, Javier-"

He turns immediately, his eyes large and vulnerable and your hands fly towards him, wanting to wrap around his neck and drag his mouth to yours. But they promptly drop mid-air when the banging on the door begins and a loud voice shouts through at you.  

"Hey, who the fuck is taking so long in there!?”

You hear someone begin to rattle the doorknob aggressively and Javier steps away from you, looking tense. 

"You better go back to Brad."

He unlocks the door, slipping out and saying something in Spanish before closing the door behind him. You take a moment longer, making sure that you look composed before heading back to Brad. You find him at a table near the front, looking around. When he sees you his face lights up and your stomach twists.

“Hey I’m pretty tired,” you say as you approach. “Mind if I head out?”

“Course not,” Brad says, but you can see the disappointment in his eyes. He places a hand at the small of your back, guiding you towards the front doors of the club. You blanch as a familiar pair of broad shoulders nears you.

“Hey there’s Javier,” Brad says, calling out to he and his date. Javier and Rosalia turn and see you both approach. You can’t look either of them in the eyes.

“Hey Bradley,” Javier says smoothly, his eyes flat. “Osita.”

Brad and Javier chat politely to one another as you look everywhere but Javier's direction. Rosalia looks bored next to him, her large eyes scanning the room.

“We should double next time,” Brad offers, his smile broad. “Maybe somewhere less noisy.”

“Yeah could be fun,” Javier says without inflection, making it clear how he feels about the idea. “Maybe somewhere with bigger washrooms.”

Brad makes a confused face as you glare at Javier. But he’s ignoring you, wrapping his arm around Rosalia’s waist.

"C'mon pretty girl," Javier says loud enough for you to hear as he steers her past you. "Wanna show you something at my place."

"Hope it's your bed," Rosalia giggles,hand on Javier's back jeans pocket. Javier smiles a smile you've seen before, all teeth and shark-like. 

"You bet it is, baby." 

Two nicknames for the price of one. It's a wonder he didn't toss osita in the just to make it a trifecta. You pretend to lose something from your purse on the ground so that you don’t all exit at the same time. You’re shocked at how fast your heart is beating.

“What did he mean by bigger washrooms?” Brad murmurs when you straighten and take his hand.

“No idea,” you say as you follow Brad into the dark of the night. He mutters something about safety and how it’s insane that there’s no streetlights in this part of town, but you’re glad for the darkness.

It hides your tears.

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[sirowsky]

Bad Guy

Thank you for the prompt @deadhumourist It left me scratching my head all day, but it was fun!

The prompt was "Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy." with a Pedro character of my choice. And since I'm trying to challenge myself here, I went with Javier Peña, and perhaps didn't take the traditional approach to the prompt. Hope you'll still like it, sweets <3

(Prompt List)

Rating: Mature Warnings: Javier Pena x female reader, mentions of a gun, Javi being a little shit, but mostly just fun stuff. Word Count: 570 Author’s Masterlist

   “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” he says, eyeing you up and down like he’s appraising jewellery, as he leans his backside against the nearest desk.

   You stop fiddling with the Colt 1911 pistol you’ve been oiling and cleaning, to meet his eyes and give him a hard glare, but his curious expression doesn’t change.

   “Does that mean I should stay away from you?” he continues, with a soft hum hiding somewhere in his voice.

   His eyes show you nothing but genuine interest, but your cynicism still manages to convince you that he’s being the obnoxious flirt, something you’ve observed him doing several times before, even though he’s only been here two weeks.    You have no doubt that he loves women, he makes little effort to conceal his desires, but he also seems reluctant to let anyone come too close, favouring to love and leave.

   You’ve watched him a couple times as he’s tried his luck with one secretary or other, and what you’ve noticed is that his heart isn’t in it. He’s not cold, and the charm is very much present, it’s more like he’s distant, oddly unavailable for someone looking for warmth.    Which might be why he hasn’t gotten anywhere with them.

   It’s left you wondering if perhaps he’s waiting for someone to come along and take his breath away, or if the problem is that someone already did, and then chose not to let him keep her, making him either bitter against love, or scared of it.    Either way, you have no interest in being his latest attempt to figure himself out, or just blow off steam with.

   “Whatever you’re selling, I ain’t buying,” you bite back, giving him a steely glance before returning your attention to the weapon.

   “Not selling anything. I’m the new guy, remember? I’m just curious what earned you such a harsh reputation,” he tries, and you huff.

   “Curious, huh?” you keep your eyes on what you’re doing but allow a hefty serving of acid to seep into your words. “Well, I’m curious why you’re here asking me to explain something that some other jackass told you.”

   “That mean it’s not true?” he persists, and you sigh.

   “Alright, Peña, since you’re obviously looking to get told off, allow me to oblige you: I’m not in any way interested in any office-gossip-nonsense going on in this building. If it’s drama you’re after, look elsewhere. If it’s tail you want, I can give you the number of a good service provider.    And if, by some miracle, this is actually you trying to make friends – forget it.”

   You look up at him again for that last part, to find the beginnings of a smirk in his eyes and the corners of his mouth, which vexes you because you can’t see anything particularly funny about what you just said.

   “That’s all the answers I needed,” he says, his smirk blossoming into a pleased smile, before he pushes off the desk and shoves his hands down the front pockets of his jeans, slowly sauntering off while he adds, “And now I definitely won’t be staying away.”

   He winks at you before he fully turns away, and there’s suddenly something irritating coursing through your blood. Something uncomfortable and… hot.

   You kick the drawers of your desk, to your right, hard enough to send painful needles through your toes, because no. Just no.

   You don’t like this guy.

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer. Also, if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging, I would greatly appreciate it <3

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[jksprincess10]

Javier Pena masterlist

✰ : contains smut

☾ : contains dark themes

☁ : contains fluff

ϟ : contains angst

dividers by @saradika

Mini Multi-chapter fics (in the works)

With or without you (javier x you x frankie morales): You invite another man in you and Javi's relationship.

With or without you

With or without you 2 

With or without you 3  

Long Multi-chapter fics (in the works)

Exile (Javier x f! DEA agent): After Steve Murphy's unforgivable death in the never-ending fight against Pablo Escobar, Javier Peña finds himself stuck with a new partner. A girl that they brought from Miami. Smart, devastating, strong. Nothing he would have thought her to be. Their rivalry builds up to something intense, destructive.

Masterlist for exile

Oneshots and requests

The intern  ✰: You're the DEA's new intern and Javier is determined to ruin your innocence.

Far away ϟ: You meet Javier at the airport after running away from your country.

You better run  ϟ ✰: Everyone insists you stay out of the action and Javier makes up for it in the end. 

A long day ✰: Agent Peña comes home late from work to his wife, who has a really dirty idea. (or the day you eat Javier's ass)

Satellite  ϟ ✰: You’re trying really hard not to fuck your boss. But everyone arounds you, including him, makes it really hard.

Red lace ✰: You're Javier's secretary and you're doing everything in your power to make him fold.

New experience ✰: You peg Javier.

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[pettyprocrastination]

📔

being a secretary and former fling of the office dog Javier Pena, who shuffles off your affections just as quickly as he leaves your bed because of his own issues with trust and intimacy. You lament your rejection to your closest friend, a woman named katerina, nicknamed kat (who you call kitty. youre the only one who she allows to say so) who is quick to reassure you that javier was the issue, not you! Her care for you makes you forget about Javier despite his half-measured attempts to get back in your good graces because you've begun to notice your best friend in some new ways

#ask #asks #javier pena x reader x oc #also known as- i will make everybody bisexual