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Away From The Devil pt. I

Next Part coming soon

Series Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. I just don’t want kiddos here. Yeah it’s all rewritten with the reader added in if ya don’t like it don’t read it. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is like 24, Joel is still 56 cause… hot. Anyway. Mentions of David, but just mentions babe he can’t get you here it’s okay. Brief mentions of his abuse among the survivors. Reader was part of the cannibal group. Reader didn’t know about the cannibalism. Mentions of vomiting. Reader is one of David’s victims. Reader feels out of place. Cursing (I mean… Ellie’s gonna be there). Joel is… well Joel but Ellie’s pretty decent to the reader.

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You’d joined David and his group in a moment of desperation. When your parents met him the three of you were starving and it didn’t take much for him to be able to lure them in with all his false promises. Things weren’t always horrible, they were okay at first but slowly things started to go bad, and the whole community was starving.

Your father had gone out with a group, a promise of a meal when they got back leaving their lips as they left. The promise was fulfilled.. but your father hadn’t returned, after that people slowly started getting attacked or just disappeared while out on missions.

Alec was the last, David said he’d been killed some crazy guy and his daughter in a town nearby. You were so hungry you didn’t think about not seeing them bring anything back with them other than Alec’s body. When David and James dragged a deer in during dinner, though, the gears started to turn. You’d made your way through dinner as calmly as possible.

David had gathered a group after dinner, claiming he and James found the man that had killed Alec, and were going to go find him and get revenge for what he’d done. Later, you watched him carry a young girl to the restaurant and felt your stomach churn.

Your parents had instilled a strict moral code in you before their deaths, your mother dying from cancer not long after the “disappearance” of your father, hearing the people around you talk so nonchalantly about killing this girl, no doubt just an innocent girl caught up in David’s twisted beliefs and ideology, made your stomach lurch and your chest burn when the stomach acid rose up.

David instructed everyone to go to their respective rooms that were meant to serve as homes, though after your parents you didn’t consider it much of a home anymore, not without your parents there to protect you from his possessive hands and eyes. It all started building up, the realizations of what actually happened to all those missing people, all those dead men you held funerals and memorials for… all the bodies you’d see come in but… never bury in the end.

The warmth of your house was suddenly too much for you and it had you stumbling out, vomiting into the snow before you were even really out of your house, that was when you saw the smoke. You went to go towards it but stopped when you heard a gun cock behind you. Immediately you froze and put your hands up. “Don’t.” You rushed quickly, swallowing the stomach acid/vomit hanging in your throat. “Please I’m not-“

“Shut up. Where is she?” You turned your head to look back at the man with a frown, you blinked a couple times. “You’re.. there was like six guys looking for you.” “Yeah now they’re six dead guys. Where. Is. She?” He growled. “Keep stalling and it’ll be seven.”

“Okay. Okay I’m not stalling, look, there’s smoke over there.” You pointed briefly to the burning building, now smoking a little more. “Not a guarantee but… considering we don’t set buildings alight here… no matter how much we should… I’d bet my left leg on it.” That might’ve been a little tasteless. You briefly wondered if you ever ate a left leg, and immediately puked again.

“Oh for fucks-“ the man scoffed and started running to the building. Doubling over you watched him, panting heavily before you started following him. If David was going to die. You wanted to see it. You had to see it.

You got to the building just a few steps behind the man, long enough to see him grab the girl, her freak out, and then the way she calmed down when she looked at him, how all that viciousness you’d seen just moments before was completely gone and replaced with nothing but softness and love for this small girl. When he pulled away and put his coat around her shoulders you stepped closer before they could go off. “Is he dead?”

The two of them spun around, and although he’d reached out to push the girl behind him, she was already there, grabbing onto his shirt and hiding while still peering around him. He raised his pistol and you stopped in your tracks, hands up. “Please don’t I… I just… I just wanna know if he’s dead. If it’s over.” You glanced towards the burning building, it was pretty obvious at this point, but no matter how obvious, that feeling still twisted in your stomach, like somehow he’d gotten away, gotten out of the restaurant and was just waiting for his moment.

“I stabbed him with a cleaver about twenty times in the fucking face. Seemed pretty god damn dead to me.” Your head jerked towards the girl and you took a deep breath, breathing it out, and repeating the action before you started laughing breathlessly, closing your eyes. “Thank god-“ you opened your eyes again and looked at the girl. “Or- well, thank you… I guess.” You went to step closer but stopped when he held his gun higher and pulled the hammer back.

“…. You’re welcome.” She spoke softer this time and you gave her a weak smile. You hoped he hadn’t gotten to her, hadn’t spoiled what little innocence she might have left. God knows he’d done that to you. The world was darker after your parents died… and even darker when David insisted you just couldn’t be on your own.

“Um..” you looked back towards Silver Lake and bit the inside of your cheek, and then back at them. “.. there’s nothing here for me… he killed my parents… hell most of these people here are just as twisted as him and the ones who aren’t don’t like me anyway.”

“There’s nothing for you here, either.” Okay, wow, rude. “Um… well I didn’t say there was.” You cleared your throat. “I was just… look I’d rather not eat human fucking meat for the rest of my life so could you at the very least just get me the fuck away and somewhere else? Fuck I’ll walk off at the first clearing we make it to I don’t give a fuck. But in case you didn’t notice I threw up everything in my fucking stomach five minutes ago. I’ll die out there by myself.”

“Not gonna ha-“ “Joel don’t be a dick.” The girl wasn’t looking at you, or even Joel, as she’d called him. He’d looked down at her though with wide eyes. “Ellie it’s not-“ “it fucking sucks here and she wants to leave- just let her come with us Joel. I wanna get outta here.” You looked back towards Joel and rubbed your arm to warm it up. “Seems like the jury spoke.” Joel scoffed. “Get your shit we’re leaving in five minutes. And if you try anythin’ so help me I’ll kill you so fast you won’t even hear it. Got it?”

You raised your hands and nodded quickly. “Understood.” You looked towards Ellie. “I owe your girl here my life. So, please, take it if I try anything stupid.” With that you turned around and practically sprinted. You grabbed a few clothes, whatever kind of snacks you could find, which was a single bag of extremely expired Doritos you’d found on a run and kept to yourself. Selfish, sure, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care very much, especially not now.

As you were leaving you turned around to walk backwards and watch the burning restaurant, now surrounded by the remaining people left at Salt Lake as they tried to use the snow around them to put it out. You wanted to feel bad for leaving them in such a dangerous situation, but as you turned around, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about that either.

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The walk was silent, Ellie stuck close to Joel, all but leaning on him for full and total physical support. You felt sick, tugging your jacket tighter around yourself. You’d already puked three times at this point you were just dry heaving into your coat, tears streaming down your face as your stomach convulsed and pulled tight, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down a little.

Eventually, Ellie slinked away from Joel and was walking next to you, still completely silent and keeping her distance, but next to you either way. It made you feel a little better, the violent shaking of your body subsiding just a little bit, and then her hand was bumping yours. When you looked over she was holding my a small piece of jerky out towards you.

You hesitated before reaching out and taking the jerky. “Thank you.” You said softly, taking a bite from the jerky and wrapping your arms around yourself. “…. I’m sorry.” You mumbled after a while, shifting when Ellie gave you a confused look. “I know… what happened in there, with David.” You said softly. “And I’m… so fucking sorry you had to go through that.” You shook your head.

Ellie didn’t say anything after that, just walked next to you quietly as she nodded her head a little, like she was soaking in what you’d just said, and then she was giving you a squinty half-smile and going back to walk with Joel, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your jerky.

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That night the three of you huddled silently around a fire, quiet as two squirrels Joel managed to catch cooked. You looked into the fire, watching the flames flicker, just barely enough to cook the squirrels, Joel insisted that if you were going to stop, then you’d huddle around the fire to keep it hidden from any people that might be out in the woods.

When the squirrels were done, the fire was stomped out with Joel’s foot and the squirrels were cut up into small pieces, what wasn’t served to you and Ellie, and then himself, was stored away in a bag for the trip. Joel sat further away, Ellie sitting by you, again completely silent.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, waking up every time you hear a noise off in the trees. A couple times you’d sit up or lift your head to find Joel either looking at you or looking off towards the woods, gun in hand, ready for anything.

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I hope you enjoyed the first installment!

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L'informateur the informant

Originally posted on Pascalscoffin but it was a secondary blog and was immediately replaced with this primary one I’m so sorry

Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: oral (f receiving); unprotected p in v sex (participate at your own risk, heathens); light choking; His dirty talk is in Spanish cause hot damn; reader calls Javi papi; “biting”. Based after season 3. The DEA goes to France. Reader is French but no real descriptions of what she looks like (she is carried by Javi at one point so do with that what you will). Reader is trilingual. (English, French, and Spanish). I only speak English so yes I’m using translators but I promise I’m like triple checking this shit. Might become a whole series but that depends. Reader used to live in Colombia. Reader is a burlesque show girl. We got Steve here to torment Javi. One use of y/n. Everything will be translated in the paragraph. Pink will be the reader’s translations and purple will be Javi’s. Javi knows a little French. Javi’s so soft on Reader.

Word count: it’s so long idk but this is your warning.

I’m so sorry to anyone that already read this if they went looking for it again

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In hindsight… moving to Colombia for a boy you’d just met was definitely a bad idea. Of course, you loved your time in Colombian, you met interesting people and attended fun parties. Then again… they were Pablo Escobar’s parties and you were less of a guest and more of accessory for men to gawk at and grab on when they were bored.

That was how you met Javier Peña, of course, not through one of these parties, as if a DEA agent could attend a drug traffickers party and not crash it, not that you blamed them or cared much. You could admit you were a bit materialistic, you were showered in gifts and taken to lavish parties with high-end drugs and expensive alcohol and you were soaking that shit in like sunlight, so who were you to judge?

Now, Javier Peña… he was one hell of a DEA agent. You’d seen him in action a couple times when you were in Colombia and you could understand why, despite his escapades with his informants that all seemed to be female, and usually hookers. Javier got his information however he could get it.

Not that it ever took you much convincing, you were hooked the second you laid eyes on him in that Smokey bar. In Colombia, you sang songs at whatever little bar would let you after you swore it was free. You just wanted to sing. Of course, Javier knew you’d be there, he knew who you were and who your “boyfriend” was, you weren’t sure he was ever really your boyfriend.. more like a carrier.

He had you hooked the second he opened his mouth. You were in his bed that night, chanting his name with a litany of French curses blending with his Spanish ones. After that you eavesdropped whenever you could, gave Javier as much information as you could. You gave Javi everything he wanted when he wanted it.

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You trip back home to France had been incredibly impromptu, your “boyfriend” Hector had started to get paranoid that you were talking behind his back, going to police. Which was completely true and you panicked and rushed back home. You sent Javier a letter about two weeks explaining why you disappeared and that you were sorry for skipping out on your deal, but that your safety came first and France was where you would be safe.

When you heard about Pablo Escobar you were relieved for Javi, knowing he’d been struggling when you left Colombia you couldn’t imagine how much worse it must’ve gotten for him. He never talked about it to you, but considering it was your job to be nosey for him (that’s what all the money and orgasms were for, after all) you knew what happened between them, what Javier no doubt had been forced to see. You were glad he didn’t have to see it anymore… for the time being, anyway.

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When you found out there was a new drug circulating around, some kind of advanced form of ecstasy called 3X-5(street name Threx), which was probably the most childish name for a drug in your opinion. Who names a drug so it spells sex when it’s rearranged properly? You just knew that soon he would be here.. you’d see him again and you need to have information for him when he got here.

It turns out, you like the extravagant life a little too much and when you got back to France and met Pierre, who promised you a life of luxury as long as you came to sing and dance at his lounge, claiming he’d seen you in Colombia and just had to have you, you figured he was at one of Pablo’s parties and just never got around to interacting with you.

Pierre was the fancy kind of gangster, the old fashioned kind that wore fancy suits and made sure his workers were treated fairly. At least, it seemed that way on the outside, Pierre had a nickname amongst his workers, whispered only once he’s out of the building for fear he might hear.

le croque-mitaine. The boogeyman

He was ruthless if you made him unhappy, there’s a story that he killed a guy just for putting the wrong amount of ice cubes in his drink. He likes four. No more, no less. You weren’t sure how true it was, but everyone knew how many ice cubes he liked and no one was going to fuck it up.

It makes sense Pierre would name it that, you could barely breathe around him without him making some kind of remark or grabbing you somewhere. He wasn’t a bad looking guy but his cocky “I’m gods gift to earth” attitude (in the worst way) made him absolutely hideous.

Thankfully, Pierre was often at meetings during the night, preferring to hide away in the dark to do his dirty deeds. So most nights you got peace from him and could just enjoy your fancy make up and flowey outfits.

That was when you finally saw him. For the first time in almost 5 years. Javier Peña. You could tell that face from any distance. That prominent nose, dark eyebrows that raised up when he saw you, that god-forsaken mustache you loved so much, and then of course the way he stood, knee popped out with his hands on his hips before he was sitting down.

You guessed that was his partner Steve beside him. You’d never really met Steve, Javier kept you separated from the DEA as much as he could, not wanting to risk you being seen with them and then wind up in a hole somewhere, you’d teased him at the time that he must like you, to which he’d grunted, put his cigarette out, and then he was on you and devouring you like some kind of starved animal.

God, you wanted him to do it again.

Javi was sitting in the smoking section of the lounge and it didn’t take long for him to take up that offer, sliding a cigarette from his pack and watching you as he lit it, his lips moved and his hand waved but it was obvious he was talking to Steve, regardless of how much he was staring at you.

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After your performance was over you gave a final spin and bow as you made your way to the backstage curtain, kissing your hand and blowing the kiss towards the audience as your left leg popped up, and then you were back behind the curtain, the sound of men hollering for your return and praising your performance making your skin hum.

You went to the dressing area fast, straightening out your hair and then adding a little silk bra underneath the pink tie top you had on. Once you tied the two pieces of fabric together you double checked your make up, just because you just sang four songs in a row with four outfit changes doesn’t mean it has to look that way.

As you made your way to Javi, finding him pretty quickly with the way that deep voice of his carried through the room, a smile started to stretch on your features, when Javi finally saw you he got his own cocky grin and put his cigarette out as he stood to greet you.

“Ay, papi! Te he extrañado!” I’ve missed you! You exclaimed. “Mi Tesoro, how have you been?” My treasure Javier purred wrapping you in a hug in those big warm arms you missed. Jesus Christ down, kitty! Down! “Oh, I’m well.” “I can see that, look at this outfit mi tesoro.” Javier held one of your hands up so you could do a little spin in your outfit. Oh he was going to get a kick out of France. Your outfit was a sheer pink set with white flowers, accessorized with a silk bra and high waisted panties that lined up with the skirt perfectly, and finally a simple pair of baby pink kitten heels with white feather balls to match the pale pink of the feathers on the hems of your skirt and sleeves.

“Thank you, thank you.” You laughed softly and looked over when Steve cleared his throat. “Preciosa, this is my partner Steve. Steve this is y/n. She’s gonna help us out a little bit. Isn’t that right, Preciosa?” God with the terms of endearment. You wanted to suck that stupid fucking smile off his face so bad. Precious

You smiled and nodded. “Of course, papi.” You looked around a bit. “Though- we’re in France now, Mon loup. You’re going to have to brush up on your French if you plan to get anywhere.” My wolf You hummed. “We don’t exactly.. mm what’s the word in English?” You snapped a few times before waving your hand with a grumble. “We don’t amorcer un puits spew Spanish here. Or even much English. I’m surpris they sent you here, en fait.” actually

You looked at Steve when you heard him chuckle and raised a brow at him. “What?” Javier glared at Murphy and you laughed a little. “Now I have to know.” You looked at Steve again. “Well- after Colombia, son of a bitch swore he’d go back to Laredo and lay low, join the sheriff’s department. Then we hear about uh… what’s it called?” “3X-5.” “Exactly. Anyway. We hear about it, it’s startin' to make its way to the states, when he found out it was here he practically begged ‘em to let us come.” “I did not.” “Seemed like beggin’ to me.”

You looked at Javi and laughed softly. “C’est bon, papi. I’ve missed you very, very much.” It’s okay You patted his shoulder as you sighed, smiling at a waitress when she brought you a water. “Merci.” You said softly before turning back to Javi and Steve, who were looking at you expectantly.

“Okay… I don’t have much for you yet. I know whose idea it was, I just… haven’t managed to get all the way in the door, yet.” You sighed. “French men are a lot more careful about what they say around women. But, Pierre is starting to trust me more.” Javi hummed. “Pierre Chevalier.” You nodded.

“So- how long exactly before you… get in the door?” Steve was leaning forward on his elbows and it had you laughing a bit. “Garçon boy this one is all Travail work, no jouer play.” You pouted a bit before sighing. “It won’t be long. Pierre is a lonely, desperate, and tired man. He’ll slip up soon enough.” “You’ll call me first.” “Of course, Javi.” You looked at him with a smile.

“Now-“ you glanced towards the door when you saw Pierre stepping in and no doubt trying to find you. “You boys should go because unfortunately I can’t keep you company anymore.” Javi’s eyes followed yours and he hummed before the three of you were standing.

“I’ll see you later, Preciosa.” You hummed, kissing Javi’s cheek as he kissed yours. “Of course, Mon Loup. Now go.” You waved them away before making your way over to Pierre, who greeted you by taking your hand, kissing your knuckles, and then pulling you close to plant one on your lips. Javi watching with a small glare before he walked out with Steve.

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Pierre wanted what he usually wanted: a private show with a happy ending massage afterwards. Massages had been one of your specialities for the men of Colombia, and Javier particularly enjoyed them after a long stressful day. You wondered if he missed receiving them as much as you missed giving them.

Pierre had his moments where you guessed he could be charming, fancy dinners where you could get what you wanted. But it didn’t matter how charming he was, it didn’t hide his ruthlessness. Almost everyone in Marseille was terrified of him, and if you weren’t terrified you despised him. Either way, there was a chance that somehow you were working for him. You fell in the despise category.

Your walk home was quiet, show outfit switched for jeans, a turtle neck, and a trench coat with some boots. You were mostly safe with people knowing you came from Pierre’s place, and unless you had permission you didn’t fuck with Pierre’s girls. You were one lucky enough to get your own place, it took a lot of convincing and even a tantrum or two but he agreed.

When you walked in you thought maybe the smell of cigarettes smoke was in your head, perhaps egged on by Javier showing up. But then you turned the light on and saw him sitting there in the stiff, uncomfortable chair in your corner. You jumped ten feet in the air and screamed.

“oh mon Dieu! tu m'as fait peur, Javier !” You put a hand to your chest and glared at him as he chuckled and stood up. “What are you doing here?” You hung your keys and purse up. “I figured by now you’d be sleeping off that plane ride.” Oh my god! You scared me, Javier!

You looked over to see him standing directly in front of you now, running his eyes over you. “I tried.” He hummed softly. “Mm.. well I would ask how you knew where I lived but,” You put a hand on your hip. “You’re DEA, so I don’t really have to ask, do I?”

Javier smirked and reached his hands out, gripping your hips tightly and pulling you close. “Mm… tu m'as vraiment manqué, précieux.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. I really missed you, precious

Hearing Javi speak French, and good French at that, had you coming apart at the seams. “Javi..” you whined softly, and then he was lifting you up and pressing you against the wall, molding his mouth with yours harshly as you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely and sliding your fingers into his hair. God, you missed this.

His lips were soft like they were back in Colombia, though rather than smelling like a mixture of sweat, his cigarettes, and his cologne, which by all means was never a bad smell, in fact you loved it. But the smell of France smelled very good on his skin, you could still smell his cigarettes, his cologne, a hint of whiskey and the lightest scent of sweat. But he smelled cleaner here.

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After quick mumbles of where your bedroom was Javi pulled you away from the wall and wrapped your legs around his waist as he followed your directions, mumbling praises you couldn’t really care much about at the moment about your different decor around your apartment.

As he walked pieces of clothes fell behind him, first your coat, and then his shirt, his badge and gun likely placed on your coffee table since you couldn’t feel either of them poking you on his belt. By the time he tossed you down onto your bed you were in your bra and panties and Javier was in his boxers, clothes making a trail from the front door to your room.

He just looked at you, though, knelt on the foot of your bed as he gazed down at you, hand rubbing your propped up knee. “Estás absolutamente preciosa con esta luz. Como un tesoro codiciado con el que puedo hacer lo que quiera.” He groaned before leaning down and pressing his lips tightly against yours again. You look absolutely gorgeous in this light. Like a coveted treasure that I can do whatever I want with.

Javi was always a little mouthy with you if he was having a decent enough day. There were times where he’d be silent aside from his moans and grunts while he fucked into you, holding you close when he’d cum. You could tell those were rough days, he’d come in and not say a single thing before he’d be all over you, swallowing up any questions or hesitations that quickly melted away with each tug of your clothes.

He didn’t want to talk about it afterward, either, not that you needed him to tell you what was happening, there was no one protecting you from what was happening like most of the other women Pablo and his men kept close to them. There was just a part of you that wanted to see more of him than what he let you, but you never got that.

You were just glad he was having a good day. Good day Javi meant close and personal and in your face. Of course, you loved when he shoved you against a wall or over a dresser or even over the back of your couch after a rough day. But Javi was the absolute fucking master at eye-contact sex, which was never something you really craved with the men you’d been with before.

You remembered when you look away from the Javi the first, and last, time. He’d slammed into you one hard time, fingers clenching your jaw and jerking your head to him. “Quiero mirar esos bonitos ojos mientras te follo, preciosa. No apartes la vista de mí.” He’d all but growled. I want to look into those pretty eyes while I fuck you, precious. Don't look away from me.

You didn’t dare look away from after that. “Preciosa~” Javier snapped in your face a couple times. You blinked rapidly and looked from his chest to his face. “Now where did you run off to that could’ve been more attention catching?” He raised a brow, leaned down so you were face to face.

You shook your head. “Nothing could be more attention grabbing than the sight in front of me, Mon loup.” You purred, leaning up to gently tug him down into another kiss, sighing happily and laughing happily as he hugged you up into his lap, sitting back on his heels, his lips moving with yours lazily as he guided your legs around his waist.

“Can’t think of anything I missed more than this.” Javi hummed, guiding your clothed crotch against his slowly. “Except maybe those… orgasmic massages.” He gripped your hips tightly, already knowing he couldn’t really leave marks on your like that pit in his stomach was screaming at him to. “Aww you did miss them.” You kissed along his neck, rocking down against him as he groaned next to your ear.

“Of course I did, Preciosa.” He nipped at your earlobe lightly before unhooking your bra and groaning as he kissed along your chest. “God damn I missed these gorgeous tits.” He muttered, taking one into his mouth, his tongue massaging your nipple as he sucked lightly, pulling off with a soft pop before doing the same to the other one.

“Javi~ cmon it’s been too long, papi. I need you.” You pressed against him, scratching lightly at his shoulder. Javier let out a low growl before separating the two of you just enough to get you both stripped down before he pushed you back on the bed, a giggle leaving your throat as he pressed you into the bed with a hand pressing very lightly at the sides of your neck.

“Pequeña zorra. Llamándome papi sólo para excitarme, y delante de mi compañero. ¿Tratando de meterme en problemas? ¿Eh?” You little slut. Calling me papi just to turn me on, and in front of my partner. Trying to get me in trouble? huh?

You loved when Javi spoke Spanish… okay sure you loved when Javi spoke any time, but Spanish always flowed so quickly off his tongue, sounded so good when his accent came out nice and thick. You could eat him alive. “No, papi. Would never get you in trouble.” You bit your lip and watched as he kissed his way down your body. Oh praise be to every sex god and goddess out there that has anything to do with Javier Peña and his absolutely sinful mouth.

“No?” He hummed, looking up at you as he nudged his nose ever so slightly at your clit, just barely catching it as a shudder ran through you. You shook your head quickly. “No. Wouldn’t wanna get you in trouble- get you sent home. What would I do without you here, Mon loup?” You pouted.

Javi groaned and with that he was diving in like he was starving, sucking and licking my at your clit eagerly, his hips pressing down into the silk sheets that adorned your mattress. Your eyes were glued to Javi, who was peering up at you before finally closing his eyes, moaning and pushing his tongue into you as he buried his face in your pussy. “Fuck… Javi.” You moaned happily and dropped your head back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you rocked your hips up against his mouth.

Now, the men in France were very good in bed, the covered all the bases. But there was something about Javi.. about the way he grabbed you, kissed you, fucked you… no one could compare to him or even wipe the memory of his hands, his voice, out of your head, no matter how hard you’d tried over the years.

After Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel, you figured Javier would’ve stopped, just been a detective in some police department somewhere, but he was here, between your legs with two of his fingers replacing his tongue while he sucked and licked eagerly at your clit.

“Putain, Javi... tu es si bon. Je vais jouir, putain.” You moaned loudly, gripping his hair tightly as that string in your stomach snapped and you were cumming with a loud cry of Javier’s name, your back arching off the bed as your hips rocked up into his mouth eagerly. Fuck, Javi... you're so good. I'm gonna fucking come

Javi worked you through it, fingers thrusting and curling inside you as he sucked on your clit, working you down from your high before he slowly came to a stop and lifted his heady with a grin. “You did so good, mi tesoro.” He hummed, wiping his mouth with his hand before leaning up to kiss you.

When he pulled his fingers out you let out a soft whine and shifted a little before he chuckled and kissed your neck. “Patience, Mi pequeña zorra.” He hummed. “You’ll get what you’ve been needin’.” My little slut

Your arms and legs wrapped around him eagerly, pulling him closer to you while you muttered “por favor, papi, fóllame. Fóllame. Fóllame.” Please, papi, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

Javier chuckled lowly and pulled you up against him, kissing you deeply as he massaged his tip along your slit, finally pushing into where you needed him most. “Oh, bebesita. You’ve been waiting so long for this, huh?” You nodded eagerly and looked up into his big brows eyes, swallowing thickly. “Missed how you felt inside me, Javi. So big- fuck it feels so fucking good.” You shuddered.

Javi sat there for a while, grinding his hips but not really thrusting, not yet. He wanted to drink in the feeling as much as he could before it got too much and he had to move.

Of course, that didn’t take long and just a moment later he was sliding all the way out and then right back in, his head pressed into your neck as he let out the best noises you ever heard a man make. Breathy but gravelly moans and praises filled your ears how good you were for him, how your wetness and tightness was just Tan jodidamente buena. so fucking good

It wasn’t long before you felt a second orgasm rip through you, Javier’s angle pushing his tip right into that spongey bundle of nerves deep inside you. You came with a soft cry of his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as you pushed your face into his neck, moaning happily, babbling French expletives into his ear.

And, just like when you heard Javi speak Spanish, that coil in his stomach snapped and his hips were fucking into you sloppy and ragged, chasing his own orgasm. Which finally came with a low groan against your shoulder, his teeth pressing into the skin of your shoulder but not necessarily biting down.

You never made Javi pull out, the first few times he’d asked where you wanted it, but with every time bring a rushed ‘inside. Please, inside’ it became an understanding between the two of you that Javi didn’t have to pull out if he didn’t want to.. and it never seemed liked he wanted to. Not that you minded or expected anything different.

Javier stayed there, breathing heavily as he nuzzled his face into your neck before slowly sliding out and falling next to you with a grunt. “Fuck, Chiquita.” He hummed and leaned over the edge of the bed the grab his cigarettes from his jeans and pop one between his lips. He laid back beside you again, lighting his cigarette and putting his arm behind his head.

You laughed softly and laid your head on his chest. Javier wasn’t much of a cuddler, not that you expected him to cuddle with someone who was a step down from a prostitute. But he always let you rest on him, and he never left you immediately, of course he’d never spent the night, but that was dangerous and you understood why.

“So, it must be nice working with Steve again.” You turned your head and pressed your chin against his chest as he chuckled. “.. yeah I guess so.” He looked down at you. “.. so you begged to come here, huh?” You teased.

Javier groaned and rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand as you pulled the cigarette from between his fingers. “I’m gonna kill him.” He muttered with a heavy sigh as you took a long drag from the cigarette.

“Why?” You kissed his neck lightly before resting your head on his chest as you exhaled the smoke in your lungs. “I didn’t actually think you’d wanna see me again.” “Why not?” Javier looked down at you as he took the cigarette from you. “Well… for one I ditched you. I was supposed to be helping and I just ran.” Javier shook his head. “Safest option for you.” He sighed heavily, pushing all the smoke from his lungs as he scratched his nose. “Sin resentimientos, Princesa.” He kissed the top of your head. No hard feelings, Princess

You sighed and nodded hesitantly as you kissed his chest and nuzzled his neck, arms wrapped around him. “… since.. it’s your first night.. do you think you could stay?” You looked up at him hesitantly, prepared for him to say no but hoping he would say yes just this one time.

Javier was quiet for a while, looking at the cigarette between his fingers with his brows furrowed. “Preciosa…” you looked away and chewed nervously on your lip, waiting for him to say he can’t, that it’s just too dangerous and that he should really leave after a while.

But then, he sighed and took a long drag from his cigarette before putting it out and turning on his side so that you had no choice but to look at him as his hand up to your cheek, sliding his thumb across it, his puppy dog eyes boring into you. God you loved his eyes. “… Sólo esta noche. Después de esto es demasiado peligroso.” He whispered. Tonight only. After this it is too dangerous

You nodded quickly and took a deep breath. “Missed you, Javi.” You whispered softly, nuzzling into his hand a little before hesitantly scooting closer and curling yourself into him. The only time you were actually held by Javier, as depressing as this is about to sound, is when he’s holding you against him, fucking into you, or when he’s greeting you and you get to feel what it’s like to be casually intimate with him for just a second.

Not that you didn’t enjoy when he held you against him, you loved it. But he didn’t cuddle. At some point it started to bother you, you weren’t sure when, maybe somewhere in between the third or fourth time you met with him in his apartment, the second time you had to leave immediately after, maybe? Both times it was because they got something in Escobar, thanks to your information, and both times Javier had kissed you and told you to get home safe and he’d make it up to you. And he always did.

Slowly, though, you felt Javier’s arms slowly wrap around you and pull you close, one arm around your shoulders while the other rubbed along the line of your spine. You let out a happy hum and nuzzled a little closer to him as you quickly drifted off.

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The next morning you got up early, you weren’t really sure when Javi was supposed to be at work but you figured, since he mentioned your massages, you’d wake him up that way. So, as slowly and as quietly as you could you climbed onto his legs, stopping when he shifted and closed your eyes before peeking one open and nodding victoriously when he settled back down.

You started at the bottom of his back, working your fingers into the muscle, it was looser than Colombia but still tense and straining against your fingertips. As you worked your way around his back, sliding your hands up the curve up his spine and working them into his shoulders, groans and hums spilled from his mouth, his hips pressing into your mattress a few times before you saw his eyes fluttering and his head turning.

“¿Precioso? ¿Qué estás haciendo? What time is it?” Precious? What are you doing? He lifted and turned his head to look back at you. “What does it look like, Mon loup?” You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Need to give you one of my massages. It’s still early. You have time.” You massaged his shoulders with a soft hum. “So.. I’m guessing Steve is going to pick you up from here?” Javier groaned happily when you pressed into his muscles.

“Mhm. Called him last night. He’s got a big fuckin’ mouth.” You laughed softly and rolled your eyes a little. “I imagine it’s a shock, Javier Peña staying the night with a girl.” You tsked. “It’s like a fairytale.” You pressed kisses in the wake of your hands, moving them from his back to his arms, working on the flesh there. “Yeah yeah he said something like that.” He huffed a little and shook his head.

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For the next thirty minutes you worked on Javier’s back, getting out every knot and kink you could find, pulling out some whimper-like noises that he refused to admit were whimpers. He didn’t really let you get to the happy ending part before he pushing you down onto your bed and pounding the ever loving daylight out of you for just a little too long.

He rushed out the door shouting Spanish expletives, Steve laughing his ass off down on the street, standing outside the car. You laughed when you noticed why Steve was laughing. You grabbed Javier’s shoe off the floor and ran to the window, pushing it open and leaning out.

“¡Oh, Papi, creo que olvidaste algo!” I think you forgot something! You leaned out the window, waving his shoe back and forth as he looked up. Steve was laughing harder now as you held your silk robe closed.

Javi looked up and shook his head a little, motioning for you to bring the shoe down to him. You laughed softly and grabbed your keys before rushing out of your apartment to give Javi his shoe, laughing at how neither of you noticed he was hopping out of your apartment putting his only shoe on.

You opened the main door to your apartment building and held his shoe out to him with him a smile. “Que tengas un buen día, papi. ¿Atrapas a los malos por mí?” Have a good day, papi. Catch the bad guys for me?

Javi chuckled and shook his head. “He’ll never shut up about that.” You hummed and shrugged. “Maybe not. All the more reason for you to come back for a massage.” You teased before tugging him just inside the door for a deep kiss as you handed him his shoe.

And then Steve was whistling. “Hey! Papi! Let’s get a move on!” Javier groaned. “That’s gonna get annoying fast. I’m comin’!” He pulled away and shoved his foot into his shoe. You leaned on the door to your building, waving to the two of them as they got into their jeep and drove off, and then you started to get ready for your day. You needed information for Javi.

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