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devilmademewriteit · 6 months

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desperate

joel x f! reader

my little contribution to kinktober. a teasing/denial fic that i originally wrote for butcher (the boys) but joelified bc he's so daddy. nsfw under the cut. sorry i've been mia

“fuckin’ look at you, doll.” joel flashes you a shit-eating grin before reaching up to pinch your nipples between his thumb and forefingers harshly, rumbling a chuckle at the whimper it draws from you. you’re all splayed out for him with your hands tied to headboard above, thighs wrenched open by his shoulders; skin hot and flushed under his touch. he’s told you to stay still twice already but you can’t, not when he’s been leaving featherlight brushes on your skin for hours and cruelly laughing at every sound that comes from your mouth, smiling at the way your hips buck in his hold-

and then he’s leaning in just to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your sternum, beard stinging against your sensitive skin, jaw working to nip and bite until your tears are falling and he’s pulling back with a mocking tut, eyes twinkling.

“all these pretty tears just f’me, love?” your frantic nod makes him raise a brow, hand coming down to swat the inside of your thigh - the impact shooting straight to your poor, neglected cunt.

“use y’words, chatterbox.”

his tone makes you want to curl in on yourself, because he knows you’re too far gone to form words right now, too far gone to think about anything beyond the fact that you need him and that you might actually die if he stops touching you. but you know joel, and you know how mean he really is - he’ll keep you writhing on the bed for hours to fix your attitude if he doesn’t hear an answer now; uncaring of the fact that you’re barely grasping at thoughts and completely fucking gone. and like the devil, you he starts rubbing circles into the juncture of your thighs while you struggle to answer him.

“y-yes, da-joel. ‘m cr-crying for y-you.” he hums, and suddenly runs a knuckle through your folds, making you keen, tears sticking to your lashes.

“yes, who?” bastard. he knows you can never bring yourself to say it - not even if it rests on the tip of your tongue every time - and despite yourself, you bite your tongue and shake your head, hiccuping.

“oh we’re being shy now? fuck me, honey, where was this when i had my cock in your ass?” his hands rest just above where you need him now, thumbs stroking your abdomen in careful, downward brushes. your back arches into the touch, hips chasing him even when he pulls his hands away, and then you’re sobbing in earnest.

another tut, dripping with condescension. “no more cryin’. tell me what you want, baby.” and you’re gasping another breath and gulping air, wrists straining against the rope before stammering out another response, too delirious with your need to register what you were saying.

“need you to t-touch me, d-daddy, please.” he shuffles up, gripping your chin to turn it towards him before capturing your lips in his, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. his thumb presses gently on your buzzing clit, making you jolt with surprise. you blink at him, frowning. he’d never cave this quickly.

until- he’s reaching down to plant a kiss to your forehead, smoothing over your hair before nuzzling against your cheek.

“gotta give my pretty girl what she needs, don’t i?

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devilmademewriteit · 7 months

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like the girls in the movies (18+)

(dark?) javier peña x fem reader (she/her pronouns)

summary: your colleague senses your discomfort with his methods and wants to make sure you're both on the same page (javier will give you the information you need for your assignment, but you have to watch a dirty movie with him first)

word count: 2.8k

a/n: I know that literally no one asked for this, so I'm sorry to anyone who might be waiting on the next part of my other story. I just... you can put me in horny jail for this one. it's not my fault; I watched boogie nights at a formative age.

tags: explicit sexual content (18+), dubious consent, blackmailing (I think?), pornography, adult theater, voyeurism, dark!javi(?), dirty talk, talk of threesomes, talk of p in v penetration, handjob, fingering

Agent Peña knew that you disapproved of his various methods for collecting intel. You weren’t necessarily vocal about your reservations, but you knew that he could tell. He could see it in the way you got visibly uncomfortable every time someone made a joke about his many encounters with prostitutes who were even just tangentially related to the activities of the cartel. The way you wouldn’t be able to meet his eyes after someone made a sexual joke.

“Do you have something about prostitutes?”

You had been standing alone in the archive room, glancing at documents without being able to fully process them when Javier walked in.

“N-no? What are you talking about?”

He shrugged as he began to move closer, which only made your body instinctively move further away.

“You just seemed uncomfortable earlier.”

You had been uncomfortable, but you didn’t want him to know that. It made you seem like a complete prude to not even be able to handle a few jokes about sex.

“It’s just, um, not appropriate discussion for the workplace.”

“They’re informants, meaning they’re discussion of work. And they’re very nice women, by the way.”

You couldn’t hold back your scoff. “I don’t have a problem with them. It’s you I have the problem with.”

He moved closer to you, stepping into your personal space without touching you.

“Why’s that?”

“Y-you could collect information from them without... so brazenly…”

“What?” Javier asked with a smug smirk that made you want to slap him. “Having trouble staying focused?”

“Fuck you.”

Javier’s smile only widened while his eyes narrowed. “I think you should consider visiting one of my friends. They could really help you work out this tension that’s making you so goddamned uptight.”

You brought your hands to your chest, pushing him away from you.

“What does it even matter to you that it makes me uncomfortable?”

Javier made a ‘tsk’ sound, shaking his head. “I want everyone on my team to be comfortable. We need to trust each other.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I hear all about how much you like to make the other women in the office comfortable.”

“We’re all adults here,” he shrugged. “Why can’t you let yourself have any fun?”

Your eyes found the floor, and you struggled to come up with a reply for him.

“I’m assuming you don’t have a lot of experience, based on the way you’re acting. That’s no reason to fear sex. You should be excited.”

Just then, the door opened, one of the receptionists entering the room with a stack of paper. You quickly moved to leave, unable to stop yourself from looking back at Javier, who stood there where you left him with a dangerously inscrutable look on his face.

You couldn’t fucking believe it. From the outside, the building was innocuous enough. But once inside, the posters of nude women everywhere helped to make the picture clearer.

“Are you out of your goddamned mind?”

Javier looked at you with shock and a little glee. “Such bad language.”

“I’m being serious, Peña. You brought me to an… adult theater?”

“You have a few things to learn about sex, and what better place than the movies to get you comfortable with it?”

“You said you had a lead for us to follow. You’re insane if you think I’m not gonna get back in the car right now to go report you for this.”

He sighed heavily, making a real show out of it. He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the front counter and into an empty hall off the lobby. Before you had the chance to brace yourself, he pushed you against the wall and moved his body to cover yours, boxing you in.

“Let me make something clear to you, sweetheart. I have the informant that you desperately need in the palm of my hand. She knows everything about the guy you’re tracking down. But? She’ll only work with me. And do you know why she only works with me? Because I give her the best orgasms of her life.”

“I can get the information I need anywhere but here.”

“Oh really?” Javier asked, a cocky lilt to his voice. “You’ve been on this guy’s trail for months without any luck, and we’re running out of time for you to keep fucking this up.”

You scoffed, trying to ignore the way his words were sending a rush through your body. The fear of getting turned on by him, like this, was enough to make you even angrier.

“Then you get the information and track him down, huh? You can get all the praise, I don’t care about that shit.”

Javier shook his head. “I’ll get you what you need, but you have to start playing the game my way. You have a lot to learn.”

You laughed. “Oh? Did you bring Murphy here, too?”

“No, I didn’t. Because he didn’t act like a scared little virgin every time the topic of sex came up.”

You considered just kicking him in the balls and leaving him in that nasty building, finding your way back to the office to tell everyone about what a disgusting pervert he was. But he was right; you needed information. After a series of dead ends and fuck ups, the ambassador had made it clear how displeased she was with your work.

You needed a win. You didn’t need to be the one you running into work crying because someone was bullying you.

“I’m not a scared little virgin.”

Javier smirked. “Then prove it.”

You couldn’t believe you were in such a disgusting place. The seats weren’t like how they looked at regular theaters; they were bare, lacking that plush fabric lining. You could only assume it was for cleaning purposes.

You had certainly attracted a lot of attention in the lobby, considering you were the only actual woman around. It made you sick the way the men leered at you as you entered the theater with Javier. It made you even more sick the way that your body reacted to it.

Javier wrapped his arm over the back of your seat, leaning into your ear to speak. “Look at the way all these nasty men are you looking at you.”

“If you don’t get me the information I need after this, I want you to know that I will personally stab you in the leg.”

He just chuckled as the lights got even dimmer than they already were, and you realized the film was about to start. You couldn’t focus much on whatever thin plotline they had written to justify the porn. There were shots of a beach house somewhere, a beautiful couple arriving in a wedding dress and tux, ready for their honeymoon.

It wasn’t long before the costume-y white dress was being peeled off the woman’s tan skin while she smiled wide at her new husband. The first flash of her breasts caused you to shift in your seat. You had never seen breasts in a theater like that, on the big screen.

You looked over to Javier only to find that his eyes were already on you, a small ghost of a smile gracing his face.

“Keep watching.” He mouthed.

You took a deep breath and looked back to the bright screen, finding that now the dress was completely off, and the man was frantically rubbing the woman’s cunt, which was only covered by a thin, lacy white thong.

It wasn’t long before she was returning the favor, pulling out his cock. It was intimidatingly long and thick, you noted as the woman wrapped her hands around it with bright red acrylic nails.

You looked to Javier out of a gross curiosity. You hated how the sight of his own erection straining against his ridiculously tight pants made you throb. You could tell just from the bulge that the size of it wouldn’t be far off that of the pornstar’s. In fact, it might even be bigger.

When you looked up to his eyes, he was again watching only you, and he could tell you were eying his crotch.

“It’s only natural,” he muttered, his hand grazing over it, giving it a small squeeze while you watched.

He motioned back to the screen fast, though. “We’re about to get to a good part.”

You found that you weren’t all that reluctant anymore, trying to hide how desperate you were to keep watching the filthy movie. The woman was on her knees, looking up at the man as she took his cock in her mouth, letting it slide down her throat effortlessly.

“You ever do anything like that?”

You tried to ignore how close his mouth was to your ear, to your neck. He could probably hear your heart beating in your chest, mimicking a pulse inside you further below. The smell of sweat, cigarettes, and cologne filled your space, and you found it intoxicating.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore; you had to shift in your seat once again. Your body moved in just the right way to apply a moment of pressure to your core, and you didn’t do a great job of hiding the pleasure on your face.

A small laugh from Javier beside you made that very clear.

“Getting all worked up and you haven’t even touched yourself yet.”

Just as the man on the screen began to get himself ready to fuck his new wife, the door burst open, and a young woman in a ridiculous maid outfit barged in. She began apologizing, explaining that she thought they arrived the next day.

The couple just laughed, inviting her to stay, to help consummate their marriage. She took a bit of convincing, but she was practically salivating at the sight of his cock as he began to pound it in and out of the woman.

It wasn’t long before she was stripping out of her costume, making her way to the bed to kiss the woman as she was fucked.

“Looks nice, doesn’t it,” Javier muttered, once again leaning into your ear. This time, he was close enough that his mouth was finally making contact with the shell of your ear, just lightly. “Imagine you, me, and Alina having fun like that.”

You recognized the name immediately, the informant who had the lead on the man you were chasing. You couldn’t even bring yourself to fake an annoyed look to give Javier; you were too turned on by the thought of it.

The bride was on all fours with her husband behind her, hands grasping her waist as he drilled in and out of her pussy. The maid settled in front of the other woman, legs spread, and the bride quickly dropped to her elbows, sticking her ass up higher in the air. The camera focused in as she began to lick desperately at the woman’s clit.

“You can decide how much of that you’d want to do. Alina loves it all.”

His hand was on your thigh, rubbing slowly closer and closer to the hem of your skirt. There was no way in hell you were going to push it away now. You decided that you had already lost all your dignity anyways; might as well get felt up while watching porn with your colleague.

He reached the top of your thigh, his hand now fully underneath your skirt. He wasted no time at all beginning to rub at your cunt, similar to the way that the man in the movie had done at the beginning.

You hated how much you reacted to it, eyes slamming shut as you focused on not making some pathetic whimper or squirming too much against his touch. The truth was, it had been a while for you, and you were extremely sensitive. The tension had been building for too long, and you didn’t care how it got released anymore.

“So fucking wet,” he muttered as his fingers slipped under your panties, too. “You must be learning a lot, huh?”

You couldn’t help it; your body began to lightly rock against his hand. You tried to hide your head, behind Javier’s in shame, but you could practically feel his smirk against your ear.

“Keep your eyes on the movie.”

Without thinking, you obeyed his instruction and moved your head to look back at the screen. You spotted a man a row ahead of you and a few seats over with his head turned, watching Javier’s hand as it moved inside your skirt. He made eye contact with you and grinned, but you just looked up to the screen and kept your eyes pasted there.

“People are looking,” you whispered.

“Good,” Javier replied. “Let them see how much of a slut you secretly are, teach you some fucking humility.”

You couldn’t believe how crass and rude he was being, and you really couldn’t believe how much it was spurring you on.

“Touch your breasts, like the girls in the movie.”

Your glanced back at the man a row ahead, noticing his hand now rubbing inside his pants.

Javier realized that you hadn’t moved yet. He began rubbing his fingers along your folds, slick with your insatiable wetness. “C’mon. Under the shirt.”

As he said it, his fingers entered you, making you stifle a moan. You didn’t care any more about the man in front of you, or however many other men in the theater were secretly watching your display.

You unbuttoned your work blouse a few notches and slipped your hand inside, moving under your bra so you could grope your own breast.

On the screen, the actors had shifted positions. The maid was now in the husband’s lap, riding his cock as the wife guided her body up and down, hands groping at her ass. She moved her mouth to latch onto the other woman’s breast, sucking needily.

You teased your nipple between your fingers, imagining what Javier’s mouth would feel like on it.

He was moving his fingers in and out of you, somehow knowing exactly the right tempo and angle your body needed.

“Javi, please,” you muttered, too far gone to be embarrassed about the little nickname.

Without thinking, you moved your free hand to his crotch, grabbing at his erection. He groaned lightly into your ear.

“Atta girl.”

You struggled, but you were able to unbutton and unzip his jeans with one hand, as Javier enjoyed the friction.

Men had moved closer to you now, still keeping a distance of a few seats, and you could see their hands moving in their laps. You should have been embarrassed and disgusted and running out of there.

But you fucking loved it.

You finally freed Javier’s cock, spitting in your hand before you began to stroke him, slowly, twisting your hand as it ran across his length. You were pleased by the way his hips jutted up slightly to rub against your hand.

It was nice to see him acting desperate, too.

You knew it wouldn’t be long before he would bring you to orgasm, feeling the pressure building inside of you.

Of course, you thought to yourself. Of course, he’s a fucking expert with his fingers.

You imagined the actors on the screen were you, Javier, and Alina, just as he had instructed you to. You couldn’t deny it, you wanted it bad. You wanted to watch him fuck her, wanted to see what it was like when he was “collecting intel.”

Then you wanted her to watch him fuck you. You wanted both of their hands all over you, their mouths, too.

You looked back down to his cock, beautiful and girthy and heavy, leaking at the top as you continued to jerk him off. It would fill you so perfectly, just big enough to really push you beyond what you thought you could handle.

“Javi,” you whimpered as it all became too much, shutting your eyes while the pleasure filled your entire body.

“Yeah,” he muttered in your ear. “Cum on my fucking fingers in front of all these men, cum like a fucking whore.”

You did. You didn’t bother stifling your moan as your orgasm finally tore through you, deciding to give the nasty men a real show.

Javier must have liked the feeling of your cunt twitching and tightening over his fingers as you rode out the high of your orgasm, because it wasn’t long before he was grunting in your ear, speaking Spanish fast, spurring you on.

“So fucking good, baby. I knew you were gonna be good for me.”

He buried his face in your neck as he came, his cum spurting all over your fingers. You were surprised by the pretty noises he made as he jerked his hips up against your hand while you milked the cum out of him.

By the time he had settled down, his hands were already at his crotch, tucking his cock back in his pants.

“We gotta go,” he muttered with a grin, avoiding the eye line of the small audience. “I’ve got some plans for you.”

a/n: even if no one asks, I'm sure I'll be writing a threesome sequel bc I am nothing if not a bisexual cliche <3

#javier peña x reader #javier peña smut #javier peña x you

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