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A Stressful Evening - Javier Pena

Tags - Javier Pena, Fluff, Smut, Pedro Pascal, Domination

You knew Pena wasn’t one for commitment. He was married to his work, every case he worked on and solved he believed gave him more satisfaction than companionship. You seen the way he flirted and hooked up with women to just throw them away like a used tissue the morning after. But no matter what you saw of Pena you could help but wonder what was beneath the surface of him. Surely this was all a front, and he couldn’t be fulfilled with his current life?

You had worked at the DEA for around 6 months now.  You father worked with DEA in Colombia since you were little however in a drowning sea of college debt and failed jobs you decided to join him in search of a comfy position. You were just the administrator meaning you were invisible to the other men, only handy when they needed another cup of coffee or an ass to grope to release their ‘stress’. All the men in the office were the same old Colombian men who went out, drunk, cheated on their wives and done the bare minimum of work. However, Murphy and Pena caught your eye, mostly Murphy’s inability to string together a single sentence in Spanish caught your attention but apart from that they seemed genuinely interested in their jobs. You had seen them in the office over the last few months and they were the only two men to treat you like an actual human, they didn’t touch you or talk to you like you were below them. You felt safe in their company.

You wouldn’t think in the midst of the search for Pablo Escobar there would be so much paperwork? You had put in so many long evenings in the office doing everything for the men that you knew were having the nights of their lives. You think of all your girlfriends back in the US probably partying tonight and living their best lives with the most amazing jobs in the world, why could that be you? There was no reason to think about that, your chase form the “American Dream” was over and you were back in Colombia to reality.

As you are putting away all the files from the day, you hear muttering coming from one of the offices. You go to check the clock “22:45pm”. Usually, you are the only person in the office this late? You decide to take further inspection as after all, there is so much classified information in this building, if one of Pablo’s little workers got in and took anything away it would cost the DEA big time. As you peer into the office you see Pena sat there, his cigarette ash is growing long, and he grunts looking over evidence from the case. You think about walking away but your eyes lock, there’s no way to escape the awkward conversation you can feel away to happen. You never told anyone in the office this, but you secretly had a little crush on Javi since you arrived. I mean how could you not he was the most attractive man in the office, you were too scared to initiate anything and as you knew he was a guy used to one-night affairs and not long commitment.

“Y/N what are you still doing here?” he says, this is one of the first times he spoken directly to you not in a passing by or a quick question about paperwork. “You wouldn’t believe it but in your search for Pablo there is a lot of work for other people to do as well” you say, you didn’t plan on sounding like such a dickhead, but it was late, and you may as well get your frustration out now. You see his facial expression change, like he’s happy to be in your company. “Pull up a chair and have a drink with me, you seem like you’ve had a long day” he says, you weren’t usually one to drink when you have to drive but after the day you had you decided to just do it. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey that you could see had been in there a while, like he has saved it for a special occasion. “What are you doing here so late?” you say, “I presumed you’d be out drinking and flirting like all the other guys in the office.” “You peg me like every other person in this office Y/N?” he says, sending a stiffness down you body, the way he said it felt so dominant however you felt so comfortable in his company. “If you must know this case is getting a lot tougher and Murphy seems to be slacking so I’d get prepared for more long nights” he states in a more frustrated tone, like he needs a stress-free evening to relieve himself. You hadn’t been laid in around 3 months when you were so deeply depressed that you walked into a Colombian bar and pretty much slept with the first man you saw, an evening you thoroughly regret. It had been so long for you that you started to think about being one of Pena’s evening conquests, after all you never talked in the office so what harm could it do. “Oh that wouldn’t be so bad” you say, trying to turn the conversation more flirtatious. He picks up on this, “Shouldn’t you be out with your boyfriend this evening?” he asks. “Please what man am I going to find in this drug riddled, boring area of the country that isn’t either working for Escobar or is involved in some form of crime ring” you state. “We are a rare breed” he replies “Do you want to get out of here and go back to mine for a drink, I would say go to a bar but with all that is going on with Escobar I fear it is not safe” he asks. You have a feeling you know where the night will lead you however you were tantalized by him, he looked so strong and unbreakable, but you liked a challenge and wanted to see how easy it would be to crack him.

You get in his car, its old but he has such control of it that you feel safe. When you pull up to his house, he climbs out the car and opens the door for you, you never expected this type of chivalry from his, maybe he will be easier to crack than you think? When you walk into the apartment and can tell it’s the typical bachelor pad but with case files scattered all over, he goes to open the fridge which not to your surprise is just carrying beer, he pulls two out for you and him. You sit yourself on his sofa and just think of all the brain-dead bimbos he’s probably had on this sofa that could not live up to you. You were a girl with a college degree and full potential, why couldn’t any guy see it?

“I’ve seen you around the DEA you know” he says, “I see the other guys treat you like crap and I should have intervened, I wanted to, but I was afraid to start talking to you, I’m sorry.” “You don’t have to apologise, I knew what was going to happen when I took this job, that why I tried to leave Colombia and make it in America, but I always knew I’d end up back here” you say as you take a large swig on the beer. You can tell the booze is starting to hit him, his confidence is growing but he is becoming more open at the same time. “You’re so gorgeous Y/N, guys here are such dicks and you don’t deserve it” he says. In the last 6 months you’ve been back home he’s the first one to truly feel comfortable, you see his eyes wander down to your lips and further to your chest. He slides closer. Your eyes then wander down to his lap, and it instantly catches your eye. You always presumed he was well-endowed but seeing it see of a firing feeling in your crotch like you needed it. The tension was high in the room, you want to pull away and avoid being one of his conquests, but your desire pulls you back. He grabs the back of your head and kisses you; you can taste the beer and cigarettes on his lips and usually this would be enough to make you turn away but on him it tastes sweet. You feel his fingers run through your hair and your bodies come closer. “You taste so sweet Preciosa, do you want this?” he asks, you aren’t even thinking straight anymore, as he runs his lips down your neck, sucking every last bit in an attempt to leave a lasting mark on you “Fuck yes Javi” you moan “Yes I want this”

The minute those words leave your lips he’s after your blouse, taking every button off while still after your neck and lips, like he’s locked to you and can’t leave. Removing your skirt and tights you feel yourself become weaker to his touch, you expect to take off his trousers next, but you can feel his head going straight for your crotch. “What are you doing?” you ask. “Treating you as you should be treated Mi Reina” he states, before you can even comprehend what is going on you feel the wetness of his tongue circling your clit, the sensations are something you’ve never felt before, the pleasure shooting up your legs like you were going to finish quick, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Every lick was a new high, the combination of licking, moustache hairs along your cunt and his hands gripping your thighs was electrifying. You could feel your legs turn to jelly and he was determined to keep going until he was covered in whatever he could gather from you. “Keep going for me Nena” he says as he continues to do wet circles around your clit which is so sensitive now, you are gripping onto his hair, riding his face like a cowboy in a western movie. With every movement you feel yourself edging that bit closer. Eventually the feeling of it becomes too much, you feel pulsating electricity through every part of your body, you untense, wrapping your legs around his head. He isn’t done with you yet though. He licks up every last bit of you, coming right back to kiss you. As you comes back up you see how you’ve managed to make yourself around his moustache. You pull him closer till you feel his engorged lap against your wet crotch. “Your turn now baby” you say as you get on your knees.

You arrive to his belt, as you unbuckle it you can him tensing up like he’s been waiting forever for this moment. As you unzipped his trouser you can feel its girth, with a gentle pull of his trouser it springs up. You are shocked, it is larger than any you have ever seen, and you know you are going to have fun with this. You take his length into your mouth, carefully taking it all in slowly to ensure you keep him on edge for as long as possible, reminding him you are the one in control. You hear his grunt and moans, even the sound of him makes your legs go weak. You can feel every last vein on him, as you continue to take it in you feel his large hands pull your hair, everything he does makes you feel like a little schoolgirl under his command, the power dynamic he has over you works to his advantage as you seem to forget to be control and get lost in taking in every last inch of him. As he gets close to the edge you stop. “Save that for when you are inside me” you whisper in his ear. You hear a low moan come out his mouth like he can’t believe how he is being commanded.

You arrive on your back, locking intensive eye contract with him like your being held in questioning with him. As he enters you, you feel your legs tense up again knowing this is going to end with you begging for him as you lose any sense of control when he’s on you. As he gently thrusts back and forwards you don’t break eye contract. You have never felt so close to a person before, he’s so dominating, and a stereotypical testosterone loaded male but something about him makes you not want to leave. Every thrust he takes you feel yourself edging closer, your legs are slowly losing control and the electrifying pleasure through your body is giving you such a high that you forgot all the other stresses of your horrifying life and are so focused on this one guy, the one who until tonight you only even swooned over in secret and now, he’s inside you. As you are both getting closer you feel the tension rising, he is trusting harder like its his one and only job, his hands leaving marks in your legs. It eventually becomes too much for you and you let out a moan that just pleasures him even further, you feel your legs give in as you fall onto your back again. You quickly get back up to give him the pleasure he deserves, you take his cock back in your mouth and its not long before he’s all over your face, so overwhelmed he can’t even look you in the eye as you take in every last but of him like he did with you. You stand back up to face him, you make direct eye contract but something about him seems different, like all of his walls are done and you’ve finally cracked his code

“What are you doing this weekend?” he asks.