Kinktober Day 14: Love bites/Marks - Price x Reader
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I know itâs no longer October but thanks to personal stuff and an upcoming exam, I hadnât been able to write. So right now Iâm just taking it at my own pace and posting it during December. Iâm really really sorry but I hope thatâs okay!
See you all for the next depravity đ
I was writing a werewolf Price for this prompt before but got stuck on it (part of the reason this took so long) so put it aside and wrote this instead :3
If yâall wanna see the werewolf tho, let me know.
CW: gn!reader, jealous Price, hickies, biting, slightly possessive behaviour
Word Count: 1837
Standing on the field, your arms were crossed over your chest as you viewed the new soldiers, gauging their abilities and filing away their endurance and skill in your head, storing it for later when you had to write the reports.
Price had asked you to do this, because heâd fallen behind on paperwork due to an unexpected mission, now having to catch up on days of paperwork that he missed.
âWhat do you think?â
Looking beside yourself at the voice, you took notice of the recently promoted lieutenant. Theyâd gotten the promotion thanks to an outstanding performance on a mission last month and had been following you around for the last few days.
Knowing how nervewracking it was to be new to such a position however, you didnât mind, happily showing him the ropes by using your own experience as a lieutenant.
âWhy donât you tell me? Iâll say if I agree.â You hummed, motioning a hand to the men and women running through the course.
Moving a little closer, the lieutenant looked past your shoulder to where you were looking, a hand landing on your lower back that had your eyebrow raising.
âI donât know, some certainly seem to be performing better than the rest.â
âAnd how would you write that down in a report?â You tested, a little sceptical at the proximity that was now between you two.
âWell, him-â The lieutenant started, pointing an arm over your shoulder, causing you to be crowded against the railing you were standing by. You frowned at that, though you looked at the soldier being pointed at all the same. âHeâs excelling in the endurance aspect. Definitely above his teamâs level.â
âAnything else?â You asked, getting a little annoyed now because he wouldnât back up.
âWhat else is there?â
Sighing out, you pushed the lieutenantâs arm back down. âWell you said it yourself. Heâs above his teamâs level. But heâs not using it to aid his team. Meaning while he excels in endurance, heâs failing in communication and teamwork. 2 bad for 1 good. Thatâs not enough.â You spoke curtly.
âThose two are interchangeable, so itâs really 1 bad, 1 good, donât you think?â The lieutenant tried and you scowled.
âDonât contest me on this.â You commanded, turning around and forcing the hand off your back as you took a step to the side to create some space.
âIâm simply looking out for the future of our-â
âI would take the word of an experienced lieutenant over your own, soldier.â A new voice suddenly spoke up and you both turned to see captain Price standing there, his arms crossed in front of him while he held a thunderous expression.
âCaptain.â You smiled, relieved that you wouldnât have to defend yourself over something so idiotic and infuriating.
âLieutenant.â Price curtly nodded to you in greeting, walking over and purposely getting in between you and the other man, not greeting him either.
âDone with paperwork?â You asked and the man looked at you. He looked pissed, yet as his eyes crossed with yours, something else flashed in them as they briefly flitted up and down.
âDefinitely not. Simply taking a break, see how youâre getting on.â He spoke, looking out over the field again.
Suddenly being cut off however, the new lieutenant frowned, put off. Leaning forward, he tried to get the other manâs attention. âCaptain. With all due respect, we were in the middle of-â
âI suggest you zip it, soldier.â Price interrupted with a growl, refusing to address the man by his title. âY/N. With me.â He spoke as he then turned around, expecting you to follow.
Without question, you did.
âWait, but what about the assessment?â The lieutenant called out and Price responded without even turning back.
âI expect your report on my desk by tonight!â
Raising an eyebrow, you looked back to see the new lieutenant stand there, defeated, before you turned back to Price and jogged to catch up with him. âDonât you think youâre being a little hard on him? You gave me two days to fill out the report, him not even half a day?â
âCall it a trial by fire.â Price spoke, clearly still pissed as he pushed open the door to the building, waiting for you to get in before him.
Deciding to let sleeping dogs lie, you just walk in, trekking the way to the office that youâd done so many times before.
Before long, you arrived and Price unlocked the door, opening it and stepping inside before suddenly reaching out to grab your wrist, pulling you inside and twirling you around while he slammed the door shut, pushing you up against it immediately after.
âNow what the hell was he doing, huh?â He asked, the gravel of his voice deep and threatening while you stood there, eyes wide while he reached his hand next to your hip, locking the door.
âW-What?â
âDonât âwhatâ me, soldier.â He spoke, glaring into your eyes as he stepped up, pushing his chest against yours to pin you better. âYou know perfectly well what was happening. His proximity to you, his wandering hands, that infuriating gaze. It pisses me off.â
Your eyes were a little wide as you looked up to him, his hat casting a shadow over his face that caused the dark look in his eyes to worsen twice over.
âI would never.â You whisper and at that, his eyes seemed to soften a little, seeing how spooked you looked.
âNo, hey. I know you wouldnât, my love. I trust you implicitly.â He spoke, running the back of his fingers over your cheek and down to your chin. âBut he needs to learn that youâre mine.â
Growling the last word out, you got no chance before his hand gripped your neck, using the possessive hold to pull you into a kiss as he smashed his lips on yours.
Taking in a surprised breath, your hands shot up to hold onto his shoulders while his fingers flexed around your throat, deepening the kiss instantly as he pushed his tongue past your lips, rolling it against yours.
Your eyes closed while he kissed you, barely able to keep up as his left hand travelled down your side, past your hip and to your thigh, where he gripped tight.
Grunting softly into the kiss, you balled a fist into his clothing, causing you to pull him slightly closer while his lips moved with yours.
Humming, he let go of your throat, his hand instead sliding to the back of your neck, with his thumb by your ear as he savoured the taste of you on his tongue, the feel of you beneath his touch, and the warmth of you against his body.
After a second more, he finally broke the kiss, your breathing a bit heavier as he looked at you with dilated pupils.
âWhat are you planning?â You whisper, seeing his mind tick behind his eyes.
âItâs about time people know youâre taken.â He whispered, his voice low and gruff as his hand on your thigh squeezed.
Biting your lip, you looked at him. âAnd how do you want to do that without getting us both court martialled?â
âImplications.â He murmured, leaning his head forward and burying it in your neck.
âCaptain?â You whispered, unsure, and Price groaned softly at that, pushing his hardening cock into you, his hips grinding against yours.
âKeep calling me that and see where it leads, love.â
Your mouth opened to let out a shaky breath at the friction, feeling your own arousal skyrocket.
âLike that?â He rumbled, his breath ghosting across your skin. Closing you eyes, you didnât get much time to answer as suddenly, Price sunk his teeth into the skin of your neck.
Grunting, you jolted from the sudden sensation, causing you to push into Priceâs bulge, making him chuckle as he let go of your skin, kissing it as he pushed you further against the door. âStay still, lieutenant. Be good and follow orders.â He muttered into your skin, pressing kisses to your neck after while his hand then travelled from your neck down to your other leg.
âSir?â You whispered, using the honorific on purpose, though your question was genuine as you felt him caress the back of your thighs up and down.
Smirking against your neck, Price grazed his teeth across the sensitive skin, moving up to your ear where he breathed softly, knowing it would drive you mad as you felt a tingle shoot down your spine, causing your back to instinctively arch.
âThatâs it.â Price praised, only to suddenly hoist your legs up and off the ground by your thighs. Your eyes widened and you gasped at your sudden loss of balance, though Price kept you up all the same. With a little guidance from him, you wrapped your legs around his waist, biting your lower lip as you felt his erection now pushed directly into you.
There was no escape, no wiggle room, no nothing as his hands moved from your hips to your ass, keeping you aloft with it as well as his hips pressing you into the door.
âJohn-â You whimpered but the man tutted.
âThatâs not the right way to address me and you know it.â He purred, pressing a kiss right below your ear afterwards.
Biting your lip, you shifted your hips a bit to feel the friction, one of your hands moving up to tangle into his hair while you took off his hat with the other.
Humming softly, Price took advantage at the sudden free reign, starting to kiss and lightly bite up and down your neck until his lips hit a spot right above your collarbone that made you twitch.
Not wasting a second, he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck, making your eyes flutter shut as your hand tightened in his hair.
With care, Price sucked a hickey into the sweet spot, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he started to slowly grind into you, not allowing a single gap between your bodies as he kept you close.
âIâll make sure nobody can miss these.â He whispered as he pulled away, moving further up, starting to suck another hickey.
âBut what if-â
âNobody will touch you but me.â He interrupted, enforcing his words by thrusting his hips into yours, making you feel every inch of his bulge.
âPlease.â You whispered and Price hummed, pressing butterfly kisses to your neck before biting down one more time near your shoulder, his hands squeezing your ass again.
âNo, darling.â He then chuckled, pulling away. âYouâre not getting anything until Iâm sure that people will know youâre taken.â With that, he moved to the other side of your neck, beginning to repeat the process while his hold on you tightened.
And while the hickeys and love bites on your neck and collarbone were for others to see, the fingerprints on your ass were for one man only.
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Um okay so Javier Peña? Stubborn as fuck. Put on a little weight and he refuses to get new fucking clothes. Thinking season 3 Javier where he has a private office.
Well itâs after a wicked long day, stressful day. His work pants are already tight enough to be bugging him, and heâs sitting at his desk and only him and the receptionist or whatever are still there doing work.
Javier thinks heâs safe - sure he can unbutton his work pants just to catch his breath. He takes a sip of his whiskey and begins to unbutton and unzip his pants - tummy jumping forward - finally able to take a deep breath. He slumps back in his chair and palms his tummy gently, thinking to himself he absolutely either needs to start eating better & drinking less, or give up and buy a new suit.
Only for the receptionist to knock on his door and come in, which Pedro fidgeting to cover his open pants. The receptionist thinks heâs being dirty behind his desk - until theyâre getting ready to fuck on their first date and she asks him what all that was about. He has a wicked blush all over his face and neck when he has to admit his pants were squeezing the absolute life out of him.
UNF. Nonnie. We thank thee for this bountiful feast we're about to receive.
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Beefro proudly presents:
a Chubby!Peña one shot
Javier Peña & his Sweetheart: An HR Nightmare
Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader (Sweetheart!)
Summary: Javier quit booze, informants, and cigarettes. All he's left with is a pissy mood, food and you.
Rating:Â Explicit 18+ (MDNI)
Word Count: 5,748
Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), belly appreciation, ill-fitting clothes, semen on clothing, hard candty throwing
Author's Notes: This is a long time coming. Blessed be the Nonnie who submitted this, and a major special thanks to @rebel-held & @theywhowriteandknowthings who read draft after draft and @neverwheremoonchild & @toxicanonymity for their smutty support. Shout out to the TDS for their unhinge thirst on twitter.
Final draft not beta'd, so enjoy my typos. TA DA!
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Javier Peña was an all or nothing kind of guy. Work? Women? Cigarettes? Booze? He threw himself into them all headfirst, consequences be damned. But as he got older, a new item was added to that list â food.
You were hired as his secretary once he was promoted to the head of the department. You were leery, knowing his reputation for being a womanizer, but he turned out to be moodier than anything else, especially since he quit smoking your first week. While he admired your sharp wit and appreciated your honesty, he rarely showed it. The only time he seemed to be anything other than pissy was when you offered him some of the candy you hid in your desk for him.
Quitting smoking was harder than all Javierâs other habits to break, given it wasnât just the nicotine that he craved, it was an oral fixation, too. He felt he constantly needed something in his mouth, and you were more than happy to provide him with anything sweet to keep his mood in check.
The long hours he worked in his new position meant that there was little time to sate his other vices; while he did still enjoy whiskey from time to time, the hangover he was graced with when he hit the bottle hard as he got older wasn't worth it. And now that he wasnât the one with informants, women were not as easily obtainable as they once were.
He went from satiating his boredom and hunger with cigarettes and whiskey to actually eating something in the evenings. Then the snacking throughout the day started.
In short, Javier Peña was coping with food.
The one night that changed everything happened after a particularly grueling day. Meeting after boring meeting, back-to-back all day, he stopped by his favourite take out place, placed a ridiculously large order out of sheer hunger and frustration, and went home with enough food for a family of four. He laid out all the food in front of him and just started to eat. Halfway through, he had to open his pants and unbutton his shirt in order to finish. Once done, he hauled his stuffed belly to bed and slipped into a food coma.
You watched him come in the morning after, looking a little sluggish and slightly bloated. You figured he had tied one off late into the night to blow off steam, but as it happened more often, you knew it wasnât alcohol or women. Heâd slipped up and told someone about this take-out pace that heâd been ordering from, and you put two and two together pretty quicky.
His affinity for take-out and the candy you hid in your desk resulted in his middle filling out. It wasnât too noticeable at first, but after nearly a year of his new habits, Javier Peña was growing quite the belly. Despite this, heâd refused to change his wardrobe, fairly certain that his new bulk wasnât that noticeable.
Because of this, Javier sometimes looked like an unmade bed version of himself. Regardless, you desperately wanted to keep feeding him and feel his belly get bigger, among other things.
*****
Javier woke up on the wrong side of the bed. He was craving a cigarette in the worst way, and he was out of gum. All that he had to take his mind off smoking was a pile of leftovers in the fridge. He ate the whole lot, then fought to get his pants done up. Still refusing to acknowledge that he needed to upgrade his wardrobe, he ignored the feeling under his belly as he tightened his belt; he had to suck in his stomach as hard as he could to get the buttons done up on his shirt, and once he relaxed, the buttons were pulling, although not enough to gape or pop. This was becoming an issue more and more often, but Javier was stubborn. He was in a bad enough mood already, and he didnât want to give a single thought to his clothing.
He stormed into the office and stood in front of your desk, huffing as he reviewed the contents of a file folder. It was your first day back after a three-week holiday and he was impatiently waiting for you to get off the phone. You turned in your chair and smiled coldly at him, and when his eyes went back down to the file, yours wandered down to his middle.
You almost choked and had to hide it in a cough so the person on the other line and Javier wouldnât ask what was wrong. His already tight pants had become tighter, especially now that the front of his pants had to bow under his belly, and his shirt, while it was buttoned, wasnât long enough. You could see a sliver of skin peeking out between his belt and the front corners of his shirt. And it took every ounce of strength to not reach out and touch it.
Youâd noticed he was filling out a bit more before you left, but his was an entirely new development. Javier eyed you when you coughed, but you continued to pretend to be listening to what the other person was saying while you imagined what you needed to do to get those buttons to pop.
âHow was your vacation?â, Javier scowled after you hung up.
âGreat. Iâm so glad to be back.â, you responded politely.
âDonât need to lie to me.â, he huffed and rolled his eyes.
âWell, gee, Peña. Itâs nice to see you and your mood, too.â, you snarked back. âLooks like you've kept yourself preoccupied.â
You nodded towards his fuller midsection with a smirk, and his face flushed. He stood up straighter and tried to suck in his belly.
You snickered at his attempt to hide the evidence of his decadence. âItâs good to be back and to get your office back on track. Iâve been sifting through all the files that you didnât bother to deal with the last three weeks.â
He rolled his eyes again as he snarled sarcastically, âIâm so sorry you have to do your job.â
âJesus, you are in a snit today.â, you sighed, holding up your candy dish. âHere, take the edge off pretend you are actually happy to see me. Maybe then Iâll give you the gift I picked up for you.â
He rolled his eyes and tossed the file folder on your desk and held his hand out for his gift.
âNot if youâre not happy to see me, Peña.â, you warned.
âFucking tease.â, he muttered, popping a Wertherâs caramel into his mouth.
âOh, did I put you in a worse mood?â, you mockingly pouted, opening a drawer and pulling out a few boxes of chocolate coated macadamia nuts, then stated in a firmer tone, âYou be nice today and you might get one of these boxes. Got it?â
He sighed and shook his head, and warned you in a low growl, âWatch it, sweetheart.â
And there it was, that nickname. Sweetheart. One of his subordinates called you that as a joke when you started giving Javier candy to temper his mood, but Javier took it and ran. Anyone else calling you that name caused your temper to flare, but when he did it? Your heart felt like it was trying to jump out of your mouth and flee from the room. You knew he used to be a flirt, and you shouldnât let it get to you, but being your first day back and the sight you were greeted with, your guard was down. You swallowed hard and nodded back at him, opening one of the boxes and offering him a nut.
*****
The day went quickly for you due to the catch up you were playing all day with the files that needed sorting. Javier spent most of the day in his office, being that his mood was still, well, terrible and his clothes were feeling far too tight; he felt uncomfortable and bitchy. You were in and out, taking and leaving documents from his desk and trying so hard to remain focused on your tasks that you didnât notice Javier eyeing you up and down at every opportunity. While he was discreet, he allowed himself the chance to check you out, noting the tan that warmed your skin tone, the way your skirt clung to your tight, little frame, and the way your blouse flowed and bounced with your tits. Javier figured that you were not interested in a workplace affair, something he knew all too well the dangers of. That, or you weren't interested in him. He remembered the way your body tensed when he would touch you and brush past you, and the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable and lose you because he was a horny, lonely man. You were too valuable and important to him to take a chance; you were one of the few who was able to put up with him and his attitude. All that and he thought you were fucking hot.
By the end of the night, youâd decided that you were going to leave, get some dinner, then return to finish what you needed to be fully caught up. Assuming that Javier would be gone by the time you returned, you didnât let him know you would be back.
âHave a good night, Agent Peña.â, you said, popping your head in his office.
He waved you off in a flat tone, not looking up from his file, âNight, sweetheart. Thanks for coming back.â
You rolled your eyes with a sigh and headed out. Javier lifted his head as you turned and watched you leave, his mind wandering to things he knew better than to allow.
With him having more things to get done, heâd organized earlier in the day to have his favourite take-out place deliver his usual order to the office around dinnertime. It arrived soon after you left, and he enjoyed most of the meal in silence, having to undo his belt and pants to accommodate all the food in him. He sat back in his office chair, picking his teeth, hand on his swollen middle.
Youâd returned over an hour later, surprised to see a light on in his office.
âAgent Peña?â, you called out, walking towards his office, smelling take-out wafting in the air, figuring he ordered in because he was staying late.
Javier scrambled to sit up and tried not to look guilty while trying to suck in his belly. He tossed some paperwork over what was left of his dinner as you walked into his office, leaning forward in his chair to hide his open pants and looking at his flushed face, knowing you interrupted something.
âOh... I thought youâd be gone by now.â, you said, leaning against the door frame with a smirk.
âOh, no... I have some things... I need to get done and...â, he cleared his throat, his middle aching to be let back out. âI decided to stay late. What are you doing back?â
âI have some things I need to do to be caught up for tomorrow, so I came back after dinner.â, you said, trying not to smile even more. His guilty expression and flushed face had you thinking youâd just interrupted him jacking off, but knowing he was more than likely eating at his desk.
He finally had to give in and sit back but he pulled an open file over his lap to hide his open waistband. His belly was pulling his shirt taut across his middle, buttons threatening to give way, and his breathing was heavy.
âHave you eaten yet, Agent Peña?â, you asked coolly with a grin, your eyes scanning down and noting his middle looked fuller. Javier noticed your stare and cleared his throat. He looked at the blush creeping up your body and the look in your eyes, and he felt a rush of uncertainty.
âI got some food already.â he said, trying to keep his tone even.
âRight...â, you nodded with a smile. âYou sure you donât want another chocolate covered macadamia nut? You were being pretty nice to me todayâŠâ
âMaybe in a bit. Finish what you need and then maybe...â, he waved you off in a cold tone, desperately wanting to end this awkwardness for himself.
You nodded and turned, sauntering back to your desk. Javier watched you then sighed, letting his belly relax further and push out, his shirt buttons coming dangerously close to popping.
You sat at your desk, trying to concentrate on the files in front of you, but your mind kept slipping back to what he was doing when you walked in. He was filling out that stomach of his even further and youâd caught him. Youâd also noticed the way his eyes roamed over you and the matching flush that crept up his face as you stood in his doorway. You smiled to yourself.
Javier sat at his desk and wondered how long you would be. It was a struggle that morning to do his pants up, and now that he was even more bloated and full, he wasnât sure heâd be able to get them done up again. He sat back in his chair and sucked in his belly and tried to get them done up, not realizing how loud his grunting had gotten as he struggled.
You heard him, and you grabbed the open box of chocolates, got up, and went to the doorway. At first, you werenât sure what you were watching, all you knew was you wanted to be a part of it. It dawned on you that Javier was struggling to get his pants done up, belly heaving and pulling on those poor buttons on his shirt. Catching him in such a vulnerable position had you feeling confident with the upper hand in this situation.
âNeed some help, Agent Peña?â You barely recognized the honey-toned voice that came from your mouth.
He sat back up and looked at you while he panted, and his face went red.
âI... uh... I just... fuck.â, he sputtered.
His eyes were wide looking at you, almost pleading, and you swore you were no longer in control of your own body as you walked into his office and around his desk, leaning on it while you faced him.
âYou need to get some better fitting clothes, Agent Peña.â, you cooed.
He scowled back at you and huffed, âSweetheart...â, he said in a warning tone.
âAgent Peña.â, you cooed again. â⊠your shirtâs getting snug and those pants arenât happening.â
He eyed you, and from the angle he was sitting at, he could see the swell of your breast between the buttons of your blouse, and he licked his lips. He sat back and looked at you. You raised your brow at him as you saw how distended his belly really was.
âOh my⊠you werenât whistling dixie when you said you already ate.â, you pointed out in a teasing tone, poking him with the box of chocolaty nuts. âYou too full or you want some chocolate?â
He looked at you and scowled again, his tone sounding irritated, âHey! You donât get to come in here and - â
You cut him off by pushing one of the chocolates in his mouth. He grunted in response but made no move to stop you.
âDonât get cranky, Peña. Iâll leave you be.â, you cooed and gave him a wink as you got up, tossed the box of chocolate on his desk and walked out of his office. You went back to your desk and collected your jacket and purse.
âSee you in the morning, Agent Peña.â, you called out as you walked out the door.
Javier sat at his desk stunned for a few moments. He thought whatever holiday you had brought you back a new woman. He shoved a few chocolates in his mouth and groaned at his full belly and hard, aching cock.
*****
The next few weeks went on as normal; neither of you being brave enough to talk about the events of that evening and acted as though nothing had happened. He continued to delve into his habit with food and you continued to feed him candy and other sweets. It wasnât until the day before a black-tie event was taking place that Javier brought in his tuxedo for you to take to the dry cleaners.
âPeña are you sure you want to wear this tux?â, you asked in an unsure tone, folding the garment bag over your arm.
âYeah, why wouldnât I?â, he asked, not looking up from his desk.
âWell... are you sure it still fits?â, you raised an eyebrow as you asked.
His eyes shot up at you, and he barked, âYes⊠Why the fuck wouldnât it?â
You stared back at him, shaking your head and closing his office door before walking towards his desk.
âPeña. None of your clothes fit anymore.â Your tone was firm and direct.
âWhat does that mean?! My clothes fit just fine!â, he snapped, a flush creeping over his face.
âStand up.â, you commanded as you put the garment bag over the back of the chair.
He gave a frustrated groan and huffed, then stood up. You looked him over, seeing the evidence of his food habits clearly around his middle even more than before. His waistband was strained under his protruding middle, and shirt was pulled tight over his belly, gaping between the buttons showing peeks of the undershirt below it.
You walked around the desk and stood in front of him, crossing your arms and giving him an irritated look.
âMy clothes fit fine.â, Javier snapped.
âYouâre really going to make me do this?â, you asked with a huff.
âDo what?â, he huffed back.
âAgent Peña, the shirt that is currently being pushed to its limit on you right now is a relaxed fit. The tux you want to wear is fitted. There is no way youâre going to get into it.â, you said, stepping forward as if to challenge him.
âIt will fit me fine!â, he warned, taking a step towards you. âIâm not in the mood for your bullshit!â
âReally? Youâre gonna fit thisâ, you motion towards his belly, âinto that tux?â, you spat back, taking another step towards him.
âOh, sweetheart, youâre really treading on thin fucking ice.â, he growled in a low voice, taking one final step towards you.
You were standing close enough that you could feel the heat emanating off of him. You refused to back down, keeping your arms crossed.
âFine, Peña. Show me. Prove me wrong.â, you challenged him.
âJesus... sweetheart, youâre a real pain in my fucking ass!â, he growled.
âThis pain in your ass is making sure you look presentable tomorrow night, asshole!â, you spat back, dropping your hands to your side and clenching your fists. âGo on. Put it on.â
âKnock it off, sweetheart.â, he warned, glaring at you.
âOr what?â, you challenged, your lips curling in a sneer.
Javierâs eyes narrowed at you. Despite how enraged he was at your insubordination he couldnât help but look you over: your heaving chest, your pouted lips in a frown, your adorable scowl. Fuck.
You saw his eyes shift over you and you shook your head and laughed, enraging him. You saw the vein in his neck twitch as he clenched his fists.
âPeña, youâre one meal away from popping out of that shirt.â, you sneered with a grin, poking his belly.
âSweetheartâŠâ, he growled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, your faces inches apart.
Before you can respond, thereâs a knock at his door.
âThis isnât over, Sweetheart.â, he hissed as you scowl at him before leaving his office.
The rest of the day goes on with you both casting glances at one anotherâs direction. Javier occasionally looks at the garment bag you left on the back of the chair, debating whether it would be worth it to prove you wrong.
Finally, after going back and forth in his mind, he sighs and shuts his office door. He grabbed the garment bag and pulled out the jacket, putting it on. Sure, the arms feel a bit tight, as do the shoulders, but itâs nothing too bad. He smiles to himself as he pulls the rest of the tux out.
You sat at your desk, working quietly when you heard his office door close. You didnât think much of it being more than a private phone call until you looked at your switchboard. His line was open; he wasnât on a call. Javier was not one to close his door unless he had a reason to; youâd told him his mood was enough of a closed door to keep people out and he laughed, agreeing with your observation.
You thought better than to interrupt him and went back to work. Twenty minutes later, you got a page on your intercom.
âYes, Agent Peña?â
âGet in my office. Now.â, he barked over the intercom.
You felt your mouth go dry, and the other people in the vicinity looked nervously away from you. You hesitated and cleared the documents from your desk.
You heard him bark âFUCK!â through the walls of the office, then his voice roared over the speaker again. âGet in my fucking office!â
You turned off the intercom and grabbed a bag of candy from your desk drawer â just in case â and headed to his office.
You knocked quietly at the door before you let yourself in. You saw the tux on the floor in front of his desk and Javier sitting with a face like a thunderclap behind his desk in his chair. His clothes looked like heâd thrown them on quickly, with his dress shirt being unbuttoned to show his white undershirt and tie open around his shoulders.Â
âSo⊠should I ask what happened?â, you questioned with a slight nervous tone at his dangerous-looking mood.
âJust⊠goddammit⊠fuck!â, he barked as he stood up. âWhere the fuck is the candy?!â
âOh my god, Peña!â, you yelled exasperated, whipping a hard candy from the bag in your hand at him. It hit him in the chest and bounced down to his desk.
âDid you just throw that at me?!â, he roared, suddenly seeming a lot more aggressive and intimidating than heâd ever been.
Your eyes went wide, realizing that you literally hucked a piece of candy at your boss.
âShitâŠâ, you murmured to yourself.
âAgent Peña, IâŠâ, you started to apologize but his attitude made you rethink it, snapping at him, âYes! Yes, I did throw candy at you!â
You both stare at each other again, and he looks like heâs going to fly into a rage at any moment.
âJesus, youâre a fucking brat.â, he growled.
Looking at him indignantly, figuring you were already going to receive a demerit or worse, be fired. âNo more than you are, you fucking asshole!â, you laughed nastily, sitting in one of the armchairs across from him.
His eyes raged like wildfire as he stared down at you sitting casually on the other side of the desk.
âWatch. Your. Mouth.â, he growled, pointing at you.
âNo, you watch it, Peña.â, you smirked, enjoying this more than you should.
He stomped around the desk and stood in front of you. His stomach pulling his undershirt taut enough to see the indentation of his belly button in the stretched fabric. God, what you wouldnât give to run your hands over it...
âYouâre really trying my last fucking nerve, sweetheart.â, he said in a low, menacing growl.
âI think youâre just hungry, PeñaâŠâ, you cooed mockingly with a curled lip, deciding to go for broke. âYou should eat something. Really make sure you donât fit into that tux.â
âYouâre so fucking mouthyâŠâ, he growled again.
As much as he wanted to deny it, when you looked at him like that, it set his chest on fire and made his dick hard. It reminded him of the stress relieving properties of casual sex and made him imagine what he would do to get you whimper and cry out his name. All this because his tux didnât fit, and he really wanted a fucking cigarette⊠and he really wanted you.
âSo what? You know Iâm right. You been eating real well, havenât you, Peña. Too well evenâŠâ, you purred in response, looking at his belly with a raised brow. His glare grew darker.
You unwrapped one of the candies from the bag. âHere, have your candy.â, you cooed, holding it out to him.
He paused as he scowled at you, refusing to allow you the upper hand. He leaned forward, putting his hands to the arms of the chair, his face was dangerously close to yours. You could smell the fruit punch Lifesavers on his breath and your heartbeat in your throat, your cunt clenched.
âIâm not going to tell you again, sweetheart.â, he said in a low, dangerous voice. âWatch your mouth.â
You looked up at him through your lashes. âOr what?â, you breathed out, voice shaky.
He tightened his mouth and narrowed his eyes at you. âIâm gonna have to do something about that attitude of yours.â
You sucked in a breath, trying to retain your composure. You didnât want him knowing he could have this kind of control over you, and you growled back, âFuck you, Peña ⊠you fat, fucking â â
He yanked you out of your chair and pushed you face down on his desk. You let out a yelp as one of his hands held you down at the base of your neck and the other hiked up your skirt around your waist.
You let out a moan, âPeña⊠Peña!â
âSo fucking tired of you⊠parading this tight little body around the office⊠youâre a fucking tease⊠a mouthy, fucking tease⊠just begging to be fuckedâŠâ, he snarled as his fingers deftly pushing your soaked panties to the side and ran a finger through your folds.
âOh⊠oh fuck you, Peña!â
He leaned forward and huskily snarled in your ear as he ripped his tie off his shoulders and shoved it in your mouth, then Javier grabbed your knee and lifted it onto his desk, opening you up further to him.
âYou call me Javi when Iâm gonna fuck you, sweetheart.â
He plunged a finger into you then quickly added another, thumb pressing your clit. The expertise of his fingers, the only sounds in the room were your cries muffled by the silk tie and the vulgar, wet sounds he was pulling out of your sopping cunt.
âThatâs right, sweetheart⊠that shut your smart mouth up⊠youâre so fucking wet⊠Jesus, baby⊠thatâs it⊠pussyâs been begging for me⊠so fucking tight⊠so fucking needy⊠listen to yourself⊠fucking pathetic that all I had to do was bend you over my desk and finger fuck you⊠and you finally shut up⊠finally do what I say⊠and not give me so much fucking grief⊠maybe I shouldnât let you comeâŠâ.
You were close, but the spell was broken when he removed his fingers and hissed a cruel laugh, and you were furious. Catching him off guard, you pushed your body up and turned quickly, shoving him back. He fell into the armchair with a grunt.
âWhat the fuck?!â, he roared, moving to try and get up.
You brought your heeled foot to his chest and shoved him back down, ripping the tie from your mouth and throwing it on the desk.
âSit, Peña.â, your voice low and commanding.
He let out a shaky breath and a low groan. The look he gave you was feral and challenging, and as he raised his hand to hold your ankle as if to test how much in control you really were.
âSweetheart,â, he crooned dangerously, sitting forward and pushing against your foot. âYou call me Javi when I â â
âFuck you, PeñaâŠâ, you snapped, pushing him back once more with your foot.
He let out a dark laugh, and you dragged your heeled foot down his front, over his belly, to sit on the chair right in front of his sizable bulge in his dress pants. You nudged your foot forward gently, and Javier let out a breathy grunt and eye briefly fluttered. You raised an eyebrow and put your foot against his belly and pushed in slightly.
âFucking cuckâŠâ, you sneered. âGetting soft and round, Peña. Gonna keep you fat and docile⊠gonna - â
He glared darkly at you and huffed out a grunt, grabbing your ankle harshly and shoving it away, causing you to fall backward against his desk, and he stood up.
Towering over you, he grabbed your thigh and hoisted you to sit on his desk, then moved a hand to the back of your neck, gripping your hair. His eyes looked black as his face came close to yours.
âIâm your fucking boss⊠I tell you what to do⊠donât ever forget that, sweetheart.â, he growled through gritted teeth before he pushed his mouth on yours in a punishing kiss.
You grabbed his shoulders and matched his ferocity. Teeth, tongues, messy, feral, wet.
Both of you began to melt into each otherâs mouths, your rage slipping into passion, into need. You grabbed at one another, not getting enough out of it, needing more connection. Bringing your hand down between your bodies, palming his belly. Feeling the softness covering the firm weight he was carrying around made you moan into his mouth as he sucked in a breath. Your hand moved further down and gripped his crotch.
Your closed eyes felt like they were going to roll back in your head with what you felt in your hand: heavy, thick, and hard, his cock felt divine. He grunted and pulled back and both of you were breathing heavily. You opened your eyes, and his face was still feral, but his eyes were softer.
âPeñaâŠâ, you moaned. âFuck meâŠâ
He let out a shaky chuckle and moved a to open your blouse buttons with one hand, then palmed your lace-clad tit.
âYou know your manners⊠ask me again nicely⊠come on, sweetheart⊠not Peña, baby⊠you beg Javi to fuck you⊠beg meâŠâ, he grunted as he rutted against your hand and slipped his hand under your lacy bra, teasing your nipple.
âOh, fuck⊠Peña⊠Javi⊠please⊠pleaseâŠfuck me, Javi⊠please⊠need â fuck! â need you⊠please fuck meâŠâ
Pulling his hand out, he stood back and hoisted you back onto the desk.
âSo needy⊠so fucking good when you remember your place, sweetheartâŠâ, he purred.
You reached out and slid your hands down, lifting his belly slightly to unbuckle his belt and then his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. When his cock sprung free, hitting the underside of his stomach, you let out a small whimper.
âYou gonna be quiet, sweetheart?... or you gonna run your mouth while I fuck you?... huh?... or will I be too much for your pretty pussy to handle?â, he grunted as you spat in your hand and began to stroke him. âDo I have to stuff your fucking mouth again?â
You were about to talk back, but his raised eyebrow with his hand fisting his cock was enough to leave you just shaking your head.
âGood girl.â
He kissed you roughly, pulling your hand off him. He pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the head of his cock through your folds. You panted a whimper, and he began to push into you. You cried out and his hand went over your mouth.
âI know, I know⊠you can take it, sweetheart⊠come on, baby⊠take it all⊠fuck⊠relax, sweetheart⊠so fucking tight⊠oh jesus⊠take it⊠take it⊠oh baby girl⊠yeah, honey⊠thatâs itâŠâ
When he was fully seated in you, he panted and grunted, trying to compose himself. You held onto his shoulders while he gripped your hips. Javier began to rock into you, slowly at first, then picked up speed. You cried out and his eyes watched out from under heavy lids as his mouth curled into a lupine sneer.
âTell me, sweetheart⊠tell me⊠how bad you needed this⊠tell me⊠fuck⊠I needed you so fucking bad⊠always looking so good⊠so pretty⊠god⊠wanted you so bad⊠needed you, sweetheartâŠâ
âJavi⊠the first time you â oh fuck! â  first time you called me sweetheart⊠I was fucked⊠I was yours⊠oh god, Javi!... keep going â fuck oh fuck! â right thereâŠyes⊠yesâŠoh god⊠yesâŠâŠ oh god⊠pl-please⊠J-Javi⊠need⊠fuck⊠so fullâŠâ
âSweetheart⊠baby⊠wh-where do you want me?â
âOn the pill⊠come in me⊠Javi⊠fucking come in me.â
He kissed you hard and your orgasm came crashing down hard. The grip your cunt had on him made him feel like you were choking his cock, and he threw his head back and let out a strangled grunt, chasing his own release.
He groaned and his thrusts became more sporadic. He came with a few husky grunts, and you fell back on the desk, Javier on top, both of you panting. His weight was pressing you down hard, your combined release was slipping out onto his desk and to the tuxedo on the floor.
âPeñaâŠâ, you panted after a few moments. âPeña⊠need you to get up.â
He huffed a laugh and moved off you with a groan.
He helped you up, and you both began to fix your clothing. Javier flopped into his desk chair and popped a candy into his mouth. You put his errant tuxedo back into the garment bag.
âPeña,â, you smiled. He looked up at you, his eyes warm in his post-coital haze.
You dropped the garment bag over the armchair and walked around his desk. He turned his chair to look at you and you sat sidesaddle on his lap. His hand came up to your waist.
âAbout the tuxâŠâ
He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your decolletage. âI know⊠I know, sweetheart.â
You nodded and leaned into him, running your hands over his belly with your head on his shoulder.
âI mean, I canât wear a cum-stained tuxedo to this galaâŠâ
âJesus, Peña! No you canât wear a tux that doesnât fit you!â
You pushed on his belly, and he laughed out loud.
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