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The Ambassador's Daughter {Javier Peña x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 18k

Warnings: Stranger sex, drinking, safe sex, flirting, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), anger, mentions of purity vows, teasing, jealousy, anger, blackmail

Comments: Getting picked up in a bar is normally just a hook up. This time, it's something shocking when Javi finds out that woman he had taken home was the newly arrived ambassador's daughter.

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The music is loud, colored lights flashing as you lean against the bar. You gesture for another drink and that’s when he leans against the bar next to you. Javier Peña. You know who he is. Well, you’ve certainly heard enough about him from nearly every woman in the embassy. The bartender sets your drink down and you toss down some cash at the same time he orders a whiskey. His mustache should be giving you 70’s porn star vibes but it’s a sexy look on him. He’s wearing a short sleeve shirt, half buttoned, and sweat coating his skin from the heat of the bar. “Hey handsome.” You smirk at him, leaning a little closer after you take a sip of your drink.

It’s been a fucking day. One that has Javier wondering why the fuck he is even here. He could be at home, drinking his own whiskey for free, maybe even relaxing after cumming if he called Gabby or Freckles to come over. He was about to dismiss you, ignore you, until he turns his head and gets a glimpse of the woman next to him. Something shifts inside him, his lips twisting into a smirk as he slides his eyes up and down your body. “Hey yourself, hermosa.” He hums, lifting a brow before the bartender comes over with his drink.

You listen to him thank the bartender and admire his neck as he takes a sip of his drink. You liked the way his eyes trailed along your form, making your stomach twist with lust for the man whose reputation precedes him. “American?” You ask and he turns his head, nodding once. “Me too.” You hum like he didn’t already know, “I’m here studying art. I love it here.” You confess, “lots of beautiful things to admire.” You fix your eyes on him again, biting your lip.

He doesn’t know your name, but he knows that you are brazen. He likes that. He swallows down the rest of his whiskey and motions for another one before he turns back towards you. “Yes there are.” He chuckles, guessing that you are out looking for some fun. He glances down at your drink, and then back at you, noticing that you are drunk yet. “Plenty of things to do if you know who to ask.” He tells you.

You shift to lean against the bar, closer to him, “mmm, you know who I can ask?” You flirt and he smirks, “I know a thing or two.” You hum, letting your eyes linger, “I don’t know…you the right man for the job?”

He tilts his head slightly, smirk getting a little wider. “Might be.” He admits. “Depends on what you want. If you want something soft and sweet….” He shakes his head. “Nope.” He leans in closer. “But if you want dirty, sweaty, satisfying sex…” he winks, “finish your drink.”

You stare at him for a moment, turned on by his words, and you hope the rumors are right and this man is about to rock your world. You pick up your drink, downing it, and turn to grab your purse from the bar. “Come on then, baby. Show me what you got.” You demand, offering him with a challenging gaze.

Javi slings back the rest of his whiskey and pulls out some money to throw down. The opportunity to take you home better than the idea of sitting here drinking away his problems. He’d rather fuck them away. He grabs your waist and steers you towards the door. “My place.” He decides, figuring you might be in one of those shitty little apartments they stick students in. He doesn’t want to deal with that shit tonight.

You nod, letting him guide you out the busy bar and the air is cooler outside. “So do I get to know your name?” You ask when he walks down the street despite knowing the answer, and you wonder if his place is nearby since it’s obvious he walked. “Javi.” He answers and you smile, offering him your first name. “I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you but that’s yet to be determined.”

He chuckles as his fingers caress your waist, tugging you closer. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He promises, his apartment is only at the end of the block and his cock is already starting to harden as he imagines stripping you down.

You nearly trip as you rush back to his apartment, his hand leaving your waist to find his keys in his too tight jeans, and you lean against the wall while he opens the door. He glances over his shoulder and ushers you inside, making sure the door is locked before he guides you to his apartment. “You always this paranoid about making sure the doors are secure?” You ask as he unlocks three bolts on his door, “or are you luring me in to kill me?” You tease and he opens his apartment door. “Trust me baby, there’s real monsters outside. I like to keep ‘em out.” He says vaguely and you nod, knowing exactly who he’s talking about. He shuts the door and you glance around his apartment. It’s old fashioned and lacking decor but it’s clean. His eyes meet yours after you set your purse down, and it’s mere seconds before your bodies meet. Lips crashing together hungrily as his hands slide down your back to squeeze your ass. There’s nothing soft and sweet about this, it’s animalistic and it’s needy. You need this right now. You need him. “Wanted you to fuck me as soon as I saw you.” You confess breathlessly as he kisses along your jaw, his fingers finding the straps of your dress to tug them down, exposing your tits as the fabric pools at your waist.

He grunts, cock twitching against your hip. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He kisses down your chest and wraps his lips around a nipple, teeth biting down on the tender flesh as his hands squeeze your ass. He doesn’t want to think about how he’s gonna get his ass chewed out tomorrow. How he feels like he’s not doing enough to catch Escobar. Everyone knows it. Hell, the new ambassador is due in and he’s here because Noonan wasn’t tough enough, if that was possible.

You gasp at how he bites and sucks on your nipple, fingers tangling in his hair until you reach for the buttons of his shirt, grateful that you only have to fumble with half of them. “Fuck. I like a man who knows what he’s doing.”

He hums, hands sliding under the bottom half of your dress to find your panties. Dragging them down and groaning again as he switches to the other breast. The one he just finished with is swollen and puffy from his mouth.

You tangle your fingers in his hair again, letting him suck on your nipple until you drag him back up to your mouth. Your tongue slides against his while his hands squeeze your ass, dragging you against his hardening cock. “Fuck. Lemme.” You murmur against his lips, sliding your hands down his chest until you find his belt, blindly undoing it and whipping it from the loops. He chuckles against your jaw as you unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down. You reach in, eyes widening when you feel bare skin, and you pull his hardening cock out. “Shit.” You gasp at the girth he’s packing. “How the fuck you fitting that in those tight jeans?” You gasp, squeezing him.

His smirk slides off his face as he groans, loving how assertive you are. “Carefully.” He teases, gripping your thighs and dragging you up so your legs can wrap around him. Eager to get you to his bed and see what your pussy feels like around his cock. You squeal, hand not letting go of his cock and you moan when he starts to carry you through the hallway. His bedroom is a little more decorated than the living room, the lamps giving soft lighting on the bedside table and his comforter is a light taupe. More masculine than the flowered ones women prefer, but it is very comfortable. Instead of dropping you down into the bed, he lays down with you, his lips kissing and nipping at your neck before coming back to your mouth for a deep kiss.

You start to pump his cock, body hot and buzzing with desire for the agent. He’s confident in his motions, no fumbling, and you whimper when he slides his tongue against yours. You squeeze his cock, loving how he groans into your mouth, his hand finding your breast to squeeze it.

You enjoy his touch, your whimper is poured into his mouth and he chuckles, pulling back to lightly slap your tit before his hand slides down your stomach and goes over your dress. You will be naked soon enough. Fingers dragging your panties down so he can see how wet you are.

You whimper when his fingers finally brush your folds. You’re so wet for him. For the anticipation of what’s to come based on rumors. “Fuck, Javi.” You whimper, hips bucking into his touch when his fingertips brush over your sensitive clit. “Touch me.” You plead and he smirks, “that’s what I’m doing, baby.” You huff in annoyance, “I mean more.”

He smirks as he pushes two fingers into your tight little pussy without warning, watching your jaw drop and your eyes close in pleasure. “Like this, hermosa?” He teases, pressing his thumb against your clit as he curls his fingers deep. He doesn’t give you much time to react before he’s pulling them back to start pumping into you, kissing along your neck down to your tits again. Eager to hear you cry out and find what you like.

“Holy shit!” You gasp, toes already curling at how expertly he curls his fingers. Fuck, he’s good. You nod, jaw shaking as you whimper, “yes. Yes. Like that.” You pant, your grip on his cock loosening as he makes your mind go blank to anything but the way he’s making you feel, especially when his lips wrap around your nipple to bite down.

Sex makes him feel good. It lets him forget about everything but pleasing the woman that’s in his arms. About his own pleasure. Javi groans when your hand softens on his cock and he rocks his hips forward to grind against you as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, loving how you’ve soaked his hand with your juices.

When he rocks his hips, you take the hint, and grip him again, pumping him with smooth strokes despite the way his fingers are stretching you out. “Fuck baby. Feels so good.” You pant, “gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” You confess and he chuckles, seemingly doubling down on his efforts as he pushes a third finger into your cunt. “Gonna need to stretch you out to take me.” He grunts proudly and you gasp at the stretch, squeezing his cock even harder as you pump him. “Oh shit. Yes. Yes. Just like that. Baby. Baby. Gonna - oh shit!” You squeal when his thumb presses just right on your clit and you fall apart for him.

You’ve got such a tight little cunt, he knows that you will feel like a fucking glove around him. He groans, feeling how wet you get as he pumps his fingers slower, working you through it. His mouth turns softer, pressing reassuring kisses to your skin as your hips slowly stop grinding down on his hand. “First of the night.” He promises, dark eyes taking in your breathless face.

You chuckle breathlessly, “cocky aren’t ya?” You ask and he nods, smirking as he withdraws his fingers. You push on his chest, pushing him to lay down on the bed, and you grab his jeans, pulling them down and off his legs. You toss them on the floor and settle between his legs, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his cock. His dark eyes focus on you and you lean forward to flick your tongue over the slit where a drop of pre-cum pooling there.

Javi grunts, teeth snapped together as his stomach coils, muscles bunching at the pleasurably little flick of your tongue. You hum, hopefully in approval at the salty taste, but if not, it’s not like he wants to cum down your throat. He’d rather be balls deep in your cunt when he busts. “Gonna tease me or suck it?” He rasps out, smirking slightly when your eyes narrow.

His challenge makes you smirk as you squeeze him before you wrap your lips around his cock. Slowly, so slowly, you take him into your mouth, until he’s pressing against your soft palate, but you don’t choke. You inhale deeply, pushing him further, wanting to see him choke instead as you swallow around the head of his cock.

“Fuck.” Javi hisses, eyes closing and his head tilts back. You’re fucking good at this, obviously isn’t your first blow job and he moans when your hand cradles his balls while you swallow again. “Keep it up and I’ll need a cigarette and twenty minutes before I fuck you.” He warns, thighs tensing as they cage your body between them.

You pull off his cock, spit keeping you connected as you giggle, pleased that he sounds so wrecked already. “Mmm. Tell me what you want then.” You order, pumping him now that his cock is slick with your saliva and you slide your tongue down his length until you are taking his balls into your mouth, rolling them with your tongue while twisting your wrist.

“I want to fuck you.” He’s breathless, panting it out as he looks down at you. You are a vixen, looking like an angel and acting like the very Devil himself. “On your back, your legs on my shoulders and my cock so deep you will feel me in your throat.”

You hum in delight, releasing his balls with a smirk as you pump his cock one more time until you shift to straddle him. His cock pressing against your belly as you lean down to brush your lips against his. “Take what you want then, baby.” You order, softly kissing him.

Javi lunges up, wrapping his arms around your body and flipping you over on the bed. Pulling you underneath him and groaning when your fingers sink into his hair to tug. “You want me to fuck you, hermosa?” He asks, knowing how much women love to feel in control. “See how you scream for me?”

You moan his name when his lips press against your neck. “Yes. Yes. Please. Fuck me.” You plead and he groans, pulling away from your neck so he can fumble to find a condom in his night stand.

He’s practiced with this. Once the condom is in his hands, he’s ripping it open with his teeth as he settles between your thighs more firmly and moves your legs up onto his shoulders. Wanting to push deep from the very first thrust as he rolls his foreskin back to sheath his cock in the protective rubber. Pumping himself a few times as you squirm underneath him. “Fuck, you are beautiful.”

You watch with heavy eyes, so turned on by him. He’s gorgeous and you trail your hands along his strong arms. Admiring his biceps as he positions himself at your entrance but your eyes roll back when he pushes into you in one thrust. He was right to stretch you out with his fingers first because he’s thick. You choke on your breath as he fills you up. “Oh fuck.” You moan, feet flexing behind his head and your nails dig into his muscles. “Fuck me, Javi.” You demand, wanting him to destroy you.

He chuckles breathlessly, nodding as he pulls his hips back. You don’t need a minute, not the way you are clawing and writhing under him. You just need to get fucked, hard and he’s willing to give you exactly what you need. “Hang on.” He teases as he watches his cock pull out until just the tip is inside you. “Gonna fuck you hard.” He promises right before he slams back inside you, loving the way you wail.

You squeal at the way he fucks you deep, his hips hitting your thighs, and you swear he steals the breath from your lungs. “Fuck!” You choke, fingers dancing up his arms until you are digging your nails into his biceps. “You’re so thick.” You compliment him breathlessly and he chuckles, turning his head to kiss your calf as he works up to a devastating pace.

This is where he loves to lose himself, deep in a woman and feeling nothing but the slight pain of your nails and the incredible pleasure of your cunt breaking open to take him and squeeze him tight. Every thrust rocks the bed, making your tits bounce and he is obsessed with the way you beg for more, moaning his name and digging your nails deeper into his skin. “Fuck, fuck.” He groans. “You love it, don’t you? Taking my cock? Getting fucked.” He grinds deep. “That’s what you were looking for in that bar.”

You nod, almost comically, “yes. Yes. That’s what I wanted. This is what I wanted. You’re doing so good baby, fucking me just like I wanted. No, no, fuck, better than I wanted.” You confess breathlessly, trying to move your hips so you can meet his thrusts but he has you pinned to his mattress. Your hands leave his shoulders to grab your tits, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

Javi grunts in approval, always admiring a woman who shamelessly goes after her own pleasure. Why should women be any different? “That’s it.” He encourages, his voice a raspy growl. “Show me what you like while I fuck your pussy.” He twitches inside you. “Do you touch yourself? Play with your clit with a dildo inside you? Or do you like your tits played with while a cock hammers into you?”

His words have you dizzy with pleasure and you frantically nod your head. “Yes! All of it. I touched myself last night imagining a man fucking me like you are. No one else can fuck me like this.” One hand leaves your tit and trails down your stomach to caress where his cock is disappearing inside you. He grunts when your fingers caress him when he pulls out of you and your fingers trail up to find your bundle of nerves. Your eyes meet dark ones as you start to rub circles on your clit.

“That’s it.” Far from being turned off, Javi increases his pace, trying to match the quick swivel of your fingers. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” He hisses in pleasure. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna scream my name and soak me?”

You nod, jaw dropping as whines escape your lips, fingers rubbing your clit at the same pace that his cock pushes into you. “Fuck baby. I need - I need - yes. Yes!” You pant, eyes fluttering closed until he growls, pushing deep enough to send you over the edge.

You are incredible when you fall apart. Your head tips back and you let out a loud cry. Nothing theatrical, not fake. Real and raw and pitched where it’s ringing in his ears as you squeeze him like a vice. Javi groans, so close to cumming himself that he’s pulling back, pulling free of your pussy and forcing himself to wait.

You whine at the loss of him, walls fluttering around nothing, and you pant, slowly opening your eyes to look up at him. He looks feral and your stomach twists with lust for him. Fuck, the rumors were true. It’s all true. “Goddamn, baby. Gonna ruin me.” You giggle, riding your high as he looms above you.

Javi snorts, panting as his body calms down. He pushes your legs off his shoulders and reaches for your waist. “Hands and knees.” He growls, wanting to fuck you from behind and see your ass jiggle while he drives into you.

You nod, scrambling onto your hands and knees, wiggling your ass for him. “Fuck me harder.” You demand, looking over your shoulder at him, eyes hazy with lust for him.

His hand slaps your ass sharply, taking the invitation as he guides himself back to your cunt. Sinking into you with a sharp snap of his hips and grunt of pleasure. “Filthy.” He hisses, loving how you immediately arch your back and moan. “Such a little whore.” He doesn’t tell you that he would never treat the woman he’s slept with who are actual whores this way. You seem to want it and he’s happy to give it to you.

You love how he’s fucking you, the things he’s saying. It’s intoxicating and you are grinding back onto his cock as his hands grip your hips . He’s overpowering your senses, not leaving room to think about anything or anyone but him. You fall forward onto your forearms as he rocks hard, pushing you forward from the force.

The change of angle is amazing. Making Javi hisses and he groans out your name while his hips slap against your ass. “Fuck, fuck, you’re gonna cum again.” He vows. “So hot around my cock.”

You nod into his sheets, getting worked up again and you’re lost to the pleasure. No man has ever made you feel like this. No man has ever made you cum this hard. He gathers your arms together, lifting you slightly and the angle change has you shaking beneath him. “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. That’s - right there!” You cry, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he works you higher and higher until you crash, the scream that escapes your lips doesn’t reach your ears as your blood pounds in them.

He slides a hand down from your wrist to your bicep, dragging you up off the bed and into his arms. Hands greedily cupping your tits as he grinds up into you. The pace changing, thrusts deeper because he’s about to cum. His groans match your whines as he bites down on your ear, pushing deep as he stills. Cock throbbing as he fills the condom.

You turn your head, seeking his lips which he eagerly presses to yours, swallowing each other’s moans of pleasure until you’re exchanging hot breaths of satisfaction. “I think I’m boneless.” You tease breathlessly, “you’ve ruined me.”

He chuckles and kisses your lips again. “You’ll be ready in five minutes.” He predicts with a gentle squeeze of your tits one more time before his hands move down to your waist. He doesn’t immediately pull out of you, letting the kiss continue for a moment before he needs to reach between you to hold the base of the condom. “I’m gonna need a cigarette and another drink at least.”

When he pulls out of you, you flop down onto his bed, shifting to lay back against his pillows. You watch him shift from the bed to tie up the condom and dispose of it. You watch him, admiring how he moves through his apartment. “Cigarettes are in the nightstand.” He tells you as he walks into the living room to get a drink for you both. You light a cigarette, taking a puff as you watch him walk back in with two glasses of whiskey. “You like whiskey, right?” He asks after he sits down on the edge of the bed, holding out the glass towards you. “More of a vodka girl, but I’ll drink anything.” You promise and take the glass. When he leans against his headboard, you place the cigarette between his lips, caressing his jaw.

He sucks on the cigarette, appreciating the nicotine flooding his system. Nothing better than a post nut smoke. He blows it out and takes it in his fingers to offer to you. “You smoke?” He asks, not sure if you do or if you had just lit it for him. He takes a large swallow of his whiskey with a sigh.

You chuckle, “sometimes. My daddy would have a heart attack if he saw me smoking but sometimes you just need to relax.” You murmur, inhaling and exhaling with a soft sigh. You pass it back to him and have a sip of whiskey.

He lifts a brow at your phrasing for your father, taking another drag of the cigarette. “Daddy, huh?” He blows it out with a smirk. “That come with issues?” He asks, looking over at you and then leaning back to caress your hip.

You snort, “oh you have no idea. He’s overprotective. Thinks I’m some delicate little flower that needs protecting all the time. I’m doing my masters degree in Colombia, not some middle of nowhere town where the men are probably more dangerous than here.” You roll your eyes, “and definitely don’t fuck as good as you do.”

Javi frowns, shaking your head. “You have no idea how dangerous the men here are.” He promises you, twisting away to flick the ash in the ashtray beside the bed. “Be careful when you are out.” He urges you. “Not everyone would just fuck you. Some would sell you, or carve their name into your tits.”

You see the seriousness in his eyes, the warning, and you nod, smile dropping as you acknowledge his warning. “I’ll be careful.” You promise, shifting to sit up, “but for tonight, I am glad I found you to fuck and not one of those men.”

He doesn’t want to dwell on the realities of his job, he’s haunted by it often enough. He nods, offering the cigarette back to you. “Me too.” He agrees, tossing back the rest of the whiskey before setting the glass back down on the nightstand. You take the last puff off the cigarette and he takes it from you to crush it out. “Lay back down.” He tells you.

You set your glass down on the nightstand and follow his order, shifting to lay down next to him. He shifts to hover over you, his lips pressed to your neck, and you sigh. Tilting your head, you run your fingers through his hair, “Javi.” You whimper when he wraps his lips around your nipple, working his way down your body until you’re shaking beneath him once more.

“What?” He nips your hip when you curl your fingers into his hair and tugs on it sharp enough to pull him away from his goal. “You can’t be the only woman who doesn't want to have your cunt eaten?”

You smirk, shifting onto your elbow to look at him, “oh I love it but you don’t have to do that.” You promise, “some men…they don’t wanna go down there and it’s okay.” You confess, not wanting him to do it because he feels obligated.

Javi snorts and rolls his eyes at you. “Do I look like a man who does anything he doesn’t want to do?” He does every day at work, but he does exactly what he wants when it comes to sex. “Spread your legs, hermosa.” He tugs on your thigh. “Let me have a taste.”

You bite your lip as you spread your thighs for him, exposing your dripping folds and you moan when he surges forward to slide his tongue through your slick pussy. “Fuck!” You cry, tossing your head back and tugging on his hair as the pleasure buzzes through your veins.

The taste of the latex is light, but he doesn’t mind it. Focusing on the tangy, sweet taste of your folds. Covered in the slick of your orgasm and making him groan in pleasure. His nose is pressed to your mound, tongue flicking over your clit before he moves down to push his tongue inside you.

Your legs shift, thighs framing his broad shoulders until you lift a leg onto his left side, moaning when he curls his tongue deep inside you. “Javi. Baby. God, you feel so good. You’re so good at this.”

He chuckles, lifting his head. “Don’t do it often.” He admits before biting your sensitive inner thigh. “But I need more time to recover.”

“If this is what you do between rounds, I’d happily wait all night for you to fuck me again.” You promise with a breathless giggle, rocking your hips up into his face and he takes the hint, diving back into your pussy. “Fuck baby. Yes. God, you’re gonna make me cum again.” You warn him as you reach up to squeeze your breast.

He huffs in amusement as he laps at your swollen sex. That’s what he wants. To hear your sweet sounds again. Obsessed with seeing if you sound just as good with his tongue as you did with his fingers and cock. His hands hold your hips, keeping you in place.

“Fuck baby. Oh shit. Shit. Shitttt.” You hiss as you fall apart, thighs squeezing his head, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you toss your head back. He groans, lapping at you, and you grip the crumbled up bed sheets beneath you.

You are so sensitive. Worked up from before, or maybe you just fall apart easily. Either way, Javi slowly drags his tongue through your gushing folds as he slurps up your juices. Watching you as he does, enjoying the way you shamelessly take your pleasure. You are intoxicating and he’s glad he took you home.

You are shaking as you drag him from between your thighs, wrapping your arms around him so you can press your lips to his, his cock half hard and you reach down to wrap your fingers around him. “Need you inside me again.” You plead, starting to pump him.

“Fuck.” Javi closes his eyes as you pump his cock. “You ride me.” He orders, rolling over and dragging you with him. You giggle and shift, thighs straddling his waist. “Condoms are in the drawer. You want it, you do the work.”

You nod, a little frantic as you reach over him to open his nightstand. His lips wrap around your nipple, and you huff, “you’re not playing fair.” He chuckles and kisses your sternum. You grab the condom, not even bothering to shut the drawer and you rip the packet open. You shift back to roll the condom down his length, shuffling closer so you can notch him at your entrance. You sink down onto him, your eyes focused on his as you start to move on top of him. “So fucking pretty.” He groans, cupping your tits, and you moan his name, rocking your hips a little faster. “Fuck, Javi.” You pant, lost in the sensation of the DEA agent beneath you.

****

You wake up curled around Javi, your leg thrown over him, and you blink at the sunlight shining into his bedroom. Your body is sore from the sex but you smile, happy to know that his reputation is wholly earned. He’s sound asleep and you don’t want to wake him, slowly uncurling from his body, you carefully shift out of his bed, reaching for the panties he tossed on the floor. You grab your clothes, quietly dressing, and look back at him. He looks younger when he’s asleep, his brow relaxed and mustache twitching with whatever he’s dreaming about. You commit the image to your memory before you let yourself out of his apartment.

Mornings with women he’s taken home for the night are sometimes awkward. The insistence that he calls them or pitching another date to him. Sometimes he’s interested, most often though, he’s not. So it was surprising to find you gone when his alarm went off and there was no trace of you left. No note, nothing to prove that you were even there beyond a second glass with lipstick on the rim and sheets that were torn up from the fantastic night. It bothers him, but he chalks it up to both of you getting what you want. If he runs into you again, he would have no problem taking you home again. But for now, he’s got to get ready to meet the new incoming ambassador.

You return to your apartment, showering off the scent and touch of Javier Peña. You can almost feel his lips on your skin, certain he’s left marks that can only be felt. You look at yourself in the mirror, hating yourself a little for wanting more of him. You can’t have more of him. He’ll have someone new in his bed come nightfall. With a sigh, you get ready for the day, sliding a ring onto your finger after getting dressed.

“Damn,” Steve Murphy’s brows shoot up in surprise, knowing that Peña rarely likes meetings with the ambassador, so it’s a pleasant shock to find him in a decent mood. “One of the girls let you do something kinky or some shit last night?” He takes the coffee cup his partner had put down on his desk and notes that his tie is straight and completely knotted properly, his shirt looks ironed and it’s a suit that fits better than the tan one he usually wears when required to dress more business than casual. “Shut up.” Javier rolls his eyes and shrugs as he sits down behind his own desk. “And none of your fucking business.”

Steve chuckles, knowing that Peña definitely had some good sex last night if he’s not immediately grabbing his pack of cigarettes. “We got some paperwork to do and then we are going to meet the new ambassador at 11:30. Some of the girls who have met him say he’s an asshole but shit, I’d rather have an asshole who lets us do what we need to do instead of having our balls gripped tight by Noonan.” Steve says and Javier nods in agreement, reaching for his file to finish the shitty paperwork he’s required to fill out. Fucking bureaucracy.

****

“So what do you think he’s like? I’m gonna guess short, but broad. I heard he was a nasty fucker in the navy.” Steve gossips and Javi rolls his eyes, “it’s not a fucking dating show, Murph.” Steve snorts, “it kinda is. A date with the best ambassador for us catching Escobar.” Javier clicks his tongue and they approach Colleen who stands to knock on the door. “Sir, your 11:30 is here.” She says when she opens the door slightly. “Send them in.” His voice is gruff and the agents walk past Colleen who flusters at how close Javier is.

Javi shoots Colleen a wink, smirking slightly as she blushes furiously. She’s fun to flirt with, but he would never take her to bed. It would cause too many issues because he’s not the relationship type. Not anymore. He walks into the familiar office to find new decor, the room changed around and a bigger desk. Making him huff slightly at the impression of self importance that this new ambassador apparently has. No pictures, funny enough, and he hadn’t heard of the man is married or has a family. It’s possible he had done the smart thing and left them in the states. Javi wouldn’t let his wife - if he had one - be here. Too much risk.

“Gentleman. Welcome.” The new ambassador stands to shake their hands, “you know my name and I know yours so no need for introduction. Take a seat.” He gestures to the large chairs in front of the desk. Javi and Steve sit down, both tense at how this goes - it decides their action plan for Escobar. If he’s a stick in the mud, they will be buried under bureaucratic bullshit. “I’m not here to play games. I want that bastard taken down so we can focus on the communist bullshit that the president is more concerned about.” He taps his fingers on the desk. “Noonan told me all about the DEA boys and what you get up to.” He raises his eyebrows, “and I don’t like what I’ve heard. Especially about you, Peña. Sleeping with prostitutes on the US government’s dime? That ends today. I know you don’t think you have to follow the rules but I want rule followers. That means paperwork is up to date. Every fucking decision you make is cleared before you even drive out of the embassy. Every bullet you fire is authorized first. Do I make myself clear?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

Javi stares at him for a second. “Should I tell the sicarios that are shooting at me to hold on while I call my boss?” He asks sarcastically, shifting in his chair and leaning forward. “Paperwork, fine. But you better carry a phone on you at all times if you want every move we make cleared.” He smirks. “And prepare to be woken up at 2 AM a lot.” He shrugs. “Drug cartels don’t work 9 to 5.”

The ambassador stares at Peña. He can see why Noonan didn’t like the agent. He’s trouble. “Fine. But I want incident reports. We don’t need the Colombians on our ass anymore than they already are. Your visas are hanging by a thread.” He warns both men, pointing at them, “so don’t make me come down on you like a goddamn brick house.” There’s talking outside the office door once the ambassador finishes his warning. “Miss, he’s in a meeting and-” “I’m meeting him for lunch. I know he won’t remember if I don’t go in there and - oh." The door is opened and you are standing there, staring at the ambassador and the two men he’s meeting. One of them is the man that was inside you last night. “Hey honey. We are just finishing up. Come on in.” He ushers you in and you can feel Peña’s eyes burning into you. “I thought Colleen was - I didn’t know you were in a meeting. Sorry, daddy.”

You. Javi’s stomach drops, the image of you with your legs up on his shoulders with his cock buried inside you as you scream flashes through his mind. Daddy. Fuck. You’re the ambassador’s daughter. Your father stands up, his face immediately softening into something paternal and it feels like Javi’s lungs are burning for oxygen because he’s forgotten how to breathe. Steve stands, slapping at Javi’s hand and then he climbs to his feet, his face blank as the man introduces you to both agents.

Your eyes meet Javier’s and you’re not shocked to see him here. You knew who he was when you went home with him but shit, the shock on his face has your stomach twisting. “It’s great to meet you both.” You shake Murphy’s hand and then Javier’s. His palm is damp and his dark eyes burn into yours with a million questions that you can’t answer right now. You bite your lip, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You say, releasing your lip to offer him a slight smirk as you see how flustered he is.

Javi watches you closely, pretending you don’t know who he is. That you didn’t leave his bed just hours ago. “Pleasure.” He grunts, letting go of your hand quickly and ignoring the questioning look from his partner. The ambassador’s eyes are on him, so he pretends that he doesn’t want to drag you outside of this office and demand answers.

You know he wants answers but your father dismisses them, “I expect a report on my desk by the end of day with updates on where you are. I’m gonna have lunch with my little girl.” He smiles at you and you nod as Steve and Javier are dismissed without another word but they both nod, Javier’s eyes lingering on you, and you sit down in the chair he was occupying. “I’m just gonna go use the bathroom quickly.” You say and rush from his office, seeing Javier walking down the hall. “Javi.” You call out and he turns to look at you, ignoring the shocked look from Steve as he turns towards you. “Let’s talk.”

Javi looks around, finding the hallway deserted and he strides back towards you, taking your arm and dragging you towards the women’s bathroom, the closest door to you. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me who you were last night?” You weren’t shocked when you saw him again, so you obviously knew who he was.

You scoff, “like you would’ve taken me home if you knew who I was related to? I didn’t want you to prejudge me because of my father. I - I heard the rumors - your reputation - and I wanted to find out for myself if it’s true.” You reveal, shrugging your shoulders, “and boy, they aren’t exaggerating I’ll give you that.”

Javi snorts, looking away from you for a moment and rocking his jaw in annoyance. Annoyed at himself that he isn’t angrier at you. It sounds like something he would have done himself in the same situation. “Notch in the bedpost and giving the finger to daddy.” He says, his eyes finding yours again. “Noted.” He shifts on his feet, fingers twitching as he sets them on his hips. “But last night won’t happen again.” He warns, turning and striding out of the bathroom.

You watch him go and snort, knowing he’s pissed at you right now but you know you’ll be back in his bed. The sex was…more than anything you’ve ever experienced and you think he felt the same way. You go back to your father and have lunch, deciding to find Javier on your way out of the embassy. It doesn’t take long to find the DEA office and you’re glad they don’t have a secretary as you stride into his office, finding him alone. A cigarette in his hand, smoke furling into the air as he reads something. “You look hot when you’re concentrating.” You smirk, leaning against the door frame.

His eyes flick up to you, hating how his body tightens at the sound of your voice. How you look so fuckable even now. Maybe especially now since you are off limits. He slowly takes a puff of the cigarette and sets the report down to lean back in his chair. Suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up and tie stuffed into the pocket of his jacket. His hair is suffering from several hours of hands raking through it as he worked and you can’t help but think about how you had tugged on it while he was inside you. “What can the DEA do for you, Ms. Ambassador’s Daughter?” He asks, flicking the ash into the tray on his desk.

You stare at him for a moment until your smirk widens and you slowly walk over to his desk, leaning against it so you look down at him. “I am delivering the message that my daddy wants your report on his desk by end of day…and…I was wondering if you want to fuck me again.” You tilt your head towards him, curious and playful as you take in the sight of his messed up hair and bare forearms.

His eyes slide down your body, cock twitching in his pants. The truth is that he would love to fuck you again. But that can’t happen. “Yes.” He admits, shrugging. “It was decent.” He chooses that word specially to see your eyes narrow, smirking when it happens. “But I don’t think daddy would approve.”

You roll your eyes, clicking your tongue. “I have heard a lot of things about you, Peña, but I never heard that you’re a pussy.” His eyes widen and then narrow comically fast. “Because I think you enjoyed last night and if you enjoyed it as much as I did, you wanna do it again. I want you to do me again…but if you’re scared of my daddy…” You trail off, sliding your hand along the edge of his desk.

He snorts, shaking his head. “I’m not scared of daddy.” He huffs. “He can send my ass home and kick me off the hunt for Escobar.” He gestures towards his desk. “I’m working my ass off to find the bastard.”

You nod in agreement, knowing he’s working hard to take Escobar down, but you lean closer, your face near his. “So you don’t think my pussy is worth the risk?” You ask a little breathless at the thought of him fucking you behind everyone’s back. He doesn’t say anything and you hum, “I’d say you’re worth the risk. He doesn’t have to find out. I’m not going to tell him. I want you to fuck me again. And again. And again.”

You’re an adult, even if your father still thinks of you as his little girl. He purses his lips and tilts his head as he contemplates what to do. “Your daddy just cut off my funds for the brothel.” He snorts. “So I guess you will have to just make up for that.”

You chuckle, “you don’t just get to fuck me and not make me cum while you get off like you would do in the brothel.” You warn him and he offers you a cocky smirk that has your pussy clenching, “they always got my money and an orgasm.” He promises and you nod, throat a little dry. “Well, let me know if you want to fuck again.” You say, shifting to stand up from his desk.

He chuckles. “I’ll be sure to call the ambassador’s residence.” He tells you, watching you turn before his chair is squeaking slightly, rolling forward as he grabs your hand. Knowing this is a bad fucking idea, but there’s been plenty of times that he’s indulged in bad ideas. “Fuck it.” He grunts, lurching up from his seat and dragging you to him to kiss you with the door to his office open and anyone - including your dad - able to walk by and see you together.

You moan into his mouth, tangling your finger in his hair to drag him closer to you. You love how he slides his tongue into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist as he groans. You press yourself against him, letting him shift between your legs, and you want him again.

He should not be doing this. Your father is technically his boss, and already doesn’t like him. Now he’s kissing you in his office. Still he doesn’t stop, pressing you into his desk before lifting you up onto the surface and scatters the papers on the ground.

You love this, the feeling that you could be caught any moment. You moan into his mouth, sliding your hands down his chest until you reach his belt buckle. "Want you to fuck me, baby. Right here. Gotta be quick." You remind him even though he definitely is aware that anyone could walk by. "I'm on birth control if you wanna cum inside me." You murmur, kissing his jaw.

Javi hisses against your lips, his own hands pushing your skirt up and dragging your panties to the side. He pushes two fingers inside you as you reach down into his underwear, he’s actually wearing some today, to pull his hardening cock out. “Daddy has no clue how dirty you are.” He huffs out as you start to pump him. Working him up to being fully hard.

You moan at the way his fingers stretch you out. You’re still a little sore from the way he fucked you last night but you don’t care as you pump his cock until he’s throbbing in your hand. “Gotta be quick.” You remind him, shifting to lean back on his desk after you release his cock.

“Quick can work.” He promises, pulling his fingers out of you and lines his cock up with the other hand. He moves to your clit, wanting to make sure you cum. “Hold on, hermosa.”

You moan when he pushes into you, stretching you out, and you tilt your head back as you whimper his name. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You pant as he starts to move, knowing you don’t have a lot of time before you get caught. “Yes.” You pant as he rubs your clit with his thumb, making your eyes roll into the back of your head at the surge of pleasure.

You feel even better without the condom between you. His lips press against yourselves, rocking into you frantically. Growling into your mouth as he fucks you. “Fuck.” He can’t believe he’s already breaking the promise he made to himself. Not even standing a chance against you.

You pant against his lips, already worked up just from seeing him again and you wrap your legs around him so you can rock up to meet his thrusts as he rubs your clit. “Oh God, you’re gonna make me cum.” You reveal in both shock and pleasure. You are surprised that you’re so worked up but you’ll later say it’s because of the thrill of getting caught.

He grunts in pleasure, concentrating on making sure you cum. You feel incredible, tight and wet. “Then cum.” He orders, the snap of his hips making the desk groan under you. He’s surprised he hasn’t moved the damn thing.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You pant, biting down on your lip to smother your cry as you clamp down on his cock, soaking him, and you watch him. His jaw clenched as he grunts when you squeeze him. “Cum for me, Peña. Wanna feel it inside me.” You demand quietly, pressing your heel into his ass, pushing him deeper inside you.

He didn’t even realize you had wrapped your legs around him. He knows that you could be caught at any second, and that makes this exist. His body responds and he groans against your lips, stiffening as he pushes deep. Cock pulsing as he paints your walls with spurts of cum.

You watch him as he fills you up, the set of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes, and you love it. You need to see this again. He works himself through it and your chest heaves as you enjoy the feel of his cum inside you. There’s steps coming down the hall and his eyes widen. He pulls out of you, correcting your underwear as he fumbles to tuck himself away. You shift off the desk, shoving your dress down, and you stumble a little as he sits down in his chair just as Steve walks into the DEA office. His eyebrows immediately raise at the sight that greets him and you clear your throat, reaching up to pat down your hair. “I’ll, uh, make sure my father knows you're still working on the report.” You rush towards the door, looking back at Javier, until you rush down the hall. Steve stares at his partner, eyebrows still raised. “I can’t - what the hell - you’re fucking the ambassador’s daughter?”

Javi blusters for a moment, but it’s obvious that Steve won’t believe any lie he says.

So he tells his partner the truth. “I didn’t know who she was.” He slumps back and reaches for his cigarettes. “She picked me up at the bar last night.”

Steve processes the news, “and you found out who she is and decided to fuck her on your desk?” Steve chokes and Javier nods, lighting up a smoke before he takes a deep inhale. “This is - he’s gonna have your ass and send you back to the States quicker than you can say Daddy’s Little Girl.” Steve shakes his head in disbelief, “so you’re gonna keep fucking her?” Javier exhales the smoke, a chuckle escaping his lips, “I think she’s fucking me.” Steve shakes his head, shocked and unable to process that this is gonna come out at some point and his partner will be sent back home.

The report is late getting to the ambassador’s desk. That was on purpose, just to fuck with the man. He can come in here and demand all he wants, but Javi also pushes back against shit that doesn’t make any sense. The report is thorough and highlights the shit that is going on. Leaving the embassy later than normal and rolling his shoulders. It’s been a long fucking day.

Javier sits on his sofa, suit jacket tossed over the chair, tie on top, and his shirt buttons halfway undone when his phone rings. He sighs, setting his glass of whiskey down, and he answers the phone with a gruff “dime.” Your giggle echoes down the line and he knows it’s you. “You shouldn’t be calling me.” He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “You shouldn’t have fucked me like you did to make me want to call you.” You retort, twirling the cord around your finger.

“So this is my fault?” He snorts, half annoyed, half amused that you managed to twist this around on him. “Is anything you told me true?” He asks after a moment. “Or was it just a line you decided on when you picked me up?”

“It’s all true. I’m here to study art. I’m doing my masters. I just didn’t tell you who my father is…I didn’t tell you that I knew who you were which I- I confess is an asshole thing to do but you never would’ve taken me home if I told you the truth about who I was. I wanted you, even without knowing your reputation. I still want you. You’re - I’ve only had sex with college boys who are cocky for all the wrong reasons. You made me feel - well, doesn’t matter because it’s over between us, isn’t it?” You chuckle humorlessly.

Javi doesn’t say anything for a moment, mulling over what you just told him. You wanted the reputation. You wanted the experience. “I think you proved that it’s not over, didn’t you?” He asks, tone a little dry, but amused. “I fucked you on my desk.”

You hum at the memory, skin tingling from where he touched you, “it’s over when you say it’s over.” You promise, knowing he is pissed at you for lying to him. “But I want to see you again. I can’t stop thinking about you.” You confess and he sighs, “hermosa-” You cut him off, “I’m not - it’s just sex, Peña. I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. I want you to continue fucking me.”

He chuckles. “That’s good, because I’m not the boyfriend type.” He admits. “You want to sneak around and get fucked while pretending to be daddy’s girl?” He asks, making you giggle and agree. He taps his fingers on the edge of his couch. “Then come over tomorrow.”

You smile against the phone, untwisting the cord from your digit. “To win a third fuck, you’re gonna have to do better than that. I want to go dancing. With you. Tomorrow night.” You smirk, “you can press against me, grind against me. It’s like foreplay with clothes on which sounds perfect for us.” He sighs, “hermosa-” You cut him off, “well you can take me dancing and then fuck me or I’ll go alone and find someone else or I’ll get kidnapped. Either one.”

“Goddamnit.” He closes his eyes, aware that you aren’t making an idle threat. He’s known you for a single day, less than twenty-four hours and he knows that you are just stubborn enough to do something crazy. “Fine.” He blows out, running his hand through his hair. “Dancing, tomorrow night.” He names off the club. “Meet me there.”

You smile victoriously, “see you then, handsome.” You hang up the phone, body tingling at the thought of seeing him tomorrow night.

****

You arrive at the club wearing a dress that would give your father a heart attack. Javier is standing outside, cigarette hanging from his lips as he wears a half buttoned shirt with jeans that should be criminal. His dark eyes meet yours when he turns his head and you smirk at him, “looking good, handsome.”

“Hey.” He takes a last puff of the cigarette and flicks it away, blowing the smoke up into the air. His eyes flick up and down your body, greedily enjoying the view. “You look like I should arrest you just to keep you safe.”

You hold your wrists out, “as long as you use the handcuffs.” You smirk and he rolls his eyes as he bats your wrists away to wrap his arm around your waist. He guides you into the club and leans in to murmur into your ear, “stay close. Sicarios are here.” You lean closer into his side as he guides you to the bar to get drinks.

The music is loud, and there are already dozens of couples on the dance floor. Moving and grinding to the beat. Javi keeps his hand on your hip and he glances around. Keeping you safe is a priority for him, you getting hurt would cause an international incident. “What do you want to drink?” He asks as he smirks down at you.

“Vodka soda.” You tell him and he orders it and his whiskey. You lean into him, gripping his bicep, and you love how strong he feels. You accept the drink moments later, taking a sip, and you thank him with a soft smile. He sips his own drink, caressing your hip, and you reach for his whiskey, “let’s dance, Peña.” You take his hand, setting your drinks down on the table.

Javier knows how to dance, he just doesn’t have a lot of time for it. He prefers his dancing to be done naked, in bed or on a handy flat surface. Still, he lets you lead him out onto the dance floor, until you decide it’s the perfect spot to turn around. Then you are wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing close.

You inhale the scent of his cologne, leaning in to press your nose to his jaw. His hands slide along your back down to your ass and you love how he pulls you closer. His leg sliding between yours as you start to rock to the rhythm, loving how his fingers dig into your flesh.

Javi keeps his eyes on you. The stare is intense, but you don’t look away. He hums as he pulls you closer, feeling you start to grind against his thigh while he moves you. “Dirty.” He murmurs in your ear.

Your grin is naughty against his jaw and you caress the hair at the back of his neck as you start to grind down onto his thigh, his fingers helping to move you to the beat. “Fuck, I don’t know how you do this to me.” You pant into his jaw. “Ever since I saw you, I’ve been wet for you.”

He snorts, pressing closer. “Longer, since you decided to find me.” He teases, actually finding it a little flattering that you would buy into his prowess, his reputation. “How wet?” He asks. “Could you cum right here?” He shifts his knee higher, pressing against your core.

You gasp at the new sensation, fingers digging into the back of his neck. “Yes. Yes I could.” You confess breathlessly, “fuck. Keep doing that.” You rock your hips, grinding into his thigh and you know you could cum like this. “So good, baby. You always feel so fucking good.” You whimper into his neck, clinging to him and rocking to the beat that’s gotten faster on the next song.

Javi kisses along your neck, his hands shamelessly caressing your curves, down your back and squeezing your ass. Pulling you onto his thigh a little harder just to hear those soft whimpers that are barely audible over the thump of the music. You’re carefree and gorgeous, almost making him forget that you are in a dangerous place, that you shouldn’t be with him. You make him feel good, make him feel normal when you’re with him. You just want pleasure and he wants to give it to you. He kisses along your jaw, sucking the skin and nipping with his teeth. “Gonna cum in a roomful of people, aren’t ya?” He grunts. “Anyone could see you.”

You nod, knowing anyone could pick up on what’s going on between you on the dance floor but you don’t care. You tangle your fingers in his hair, dragging his face to yours so you can kiss him, smothering your cry of pleasure as you cum on his thigh.

He mutes the kiss, not that anyone around would hear it, but he swallows the sound. Caressing your tongue with his as he grinds you down onto his thigh more. Letting you ride it out as the music changes to something slower.

You whimper against his lips, loving how he’s made your entire body tingle with your orgasm. He’s intoxicating and you sigh, leaning into him. He sways you to the slower song while you catch your breath and you take his hand from your waist. “Bathroom.” You order and he nods, letting you guide him off the dance floor to the bathrooms in the back. You push him into the women’s bathroom, locking the door behind you, and he surges forward to press his lips to yours again. You push on his chest and his brow furrows but his eyes widen when you shift to kneel down in front of him. “Wanna taste you, baby.” You plead, reaching for his jeans to unbutton them and it doesn’t take you long to pull his hard cock from the tight denim. You wrap your fingers around him, loving the groan that escapes him, and your eyes meet his as you slide his foreskin back to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

“Shit.” Javi hisses, swaying slightly and leaning against the wall as you start to take him down your throat. “Fuck, hermosa.” His cock twitches in your mouth, but you just hum and take him deeper.

You inhale deeply through your nose, eyes starting to water but you don’t care as you take him deeper. His moan has your stomach twisting with lust and you keep your watery eyes on his as you bob your head. You want him to cum down your throat, you want to wreck him.

You are taking his cock down your throat like you are trying to swallow him whole. He chokes out your name when you close your throat, fingers digging into the soft skin under your chin and behind the hinge of your jaw. “Gonna make me cum.”

You want to watch him cum, want to feel his cum coat your throat. You want to ruin him tonight and have him remember you on your knees for him. You hum around him, wanting to hear it, feel it. Your jaw aches from the stretch but you won't give up.

It doesn’t take too much longer, not the way you wrap your hand around the base and pump him to the rhythm of your mouth. Especially the way you are sucking his soul out through his cock. “Goddamn baby.” He chokes out right before he pushes his cock deep and floods your mouth with his spend.

You struggle to swallow it all, a few drops escaping to drip down your chin, but you swallow most of it. Leaning back on your haunches when he's spent to wipe your chin with your fingers and you suck your digits clean with a pleased hum.

“Goddamn.” Javi is dragging you back to your feet, pressing his lips to yours and not caring about the taste of his own cum on your lips. “You are gonna kill me.” He huffs, although there is no heat behind his words.

You smile against his lips, loving how you’ve wrecked him, and you kiss him while tucking his soft cock back into his pants. “Better me than a sicario.” You tease and he huffs against your jaw. “Let’s get another drink and I want to see your dance moves again.” You grin and his brow furrows, his hand teasing the hem of your dress, “you don’t want more?” He asks and you shake your head, “no. I want to dance.” You say and he nods, unable to keep up with what you want but he loves it. He keeps up, getting you another drink and dancing until you tell him you’re ready to go home. “I have a big test tomorrow. I need to be rested otherwise I’d be going back to yours.” You promise and he nods in understanding. He kisses you goodbye in his Jeep and watches you until you disappear around the corner to sneak into the ambassador’s residence. He wants to walk you to the door but he’d be found out then. This is risky enough but he’s thinking you’re worth it.

****

“We shouldn’t go in there.” Steve, ever the voice of reason, states as he sits in the Jeep, looking at the table inside where the ambassador is sitting with you. He hadn’t said anything about you and Javi in the two months that had followed your ‘introduction’ but Javi had noticed the way he watched him when you were brought up or happened to drop by. Judging silently. “Can’t be helped.” Javi grunts, although his stomach twists when he sees you laughing with your father. You’ve gotten under his skin, and it’s now affected his work. “We want the information, we have to pay for it.” He tells Steve, reaching for the handle to push it open. “Bastard shouldn’t have us on such a short leash if he didn’t want his lunch interrupted.”

You’re sipping your water when the two DEA agents walk in. You nearly choke when you see Javier standing there in tight jeans and a shirt that should be criminal, sunglasses pushed up on top of his head. “Gentleman. What is so important you’re interrupting my lunch?” Your father asks and Steve takes the lead, “we need your permission-” He knows Javier would’ve said that through gritted teeth, “to release funds to pay a girl in a brothel. She - she has information we need.” Steve explains and Javier avoids looking at you when he says “there’s only one way to get it and she doesn’t lie when it’s important to our cause. I know her.” You look down at your plate, frowning and wondering when he saw her to get word of the information. “She fucked one of the sicarios and well, when his cock was in her mouth he was quite chatty.” Javier says candidly and your father hisses, “Agent Peña. Don’t be so crude in front of a woman.” He warns, “especially my daughter. She has virgin ears.” Steve snorts and your father narrows his eyes, “she took a pledge of purity at sixteen and she wears a ring for it. It’s important to her and she doesn’t want to hear about that kind of stuff.” He warns and you bite your lip, knowing it’s wrong to lie to your father but he made you take the vow. Said he wouldn’t pay for your degree without it. “Art is a waste of time. Go to school for business.” He insisted and the only way you got him to agree was to promise to not have sex because he didn’t want an unmarried, pregnant daughter with no money because she chose to study art and not something ‘useful’ like finance.

Javi shifts, aware that you are far from pure, but he had no idea that you had taken a purity pledge. His eyes fall down to a ring on your left hand that he had never seen before. Were you a fucking virgin when you picked him up? His jaw tightens, pissed off that you had once again lied to him by omission. “The girl is one of the few honest women I know.” He tells the ambassador tightly, his eyes cutting from you back to your father. “But she’s not going to tell us unless she gets something out of it.”

Your father huffs, glancing down at his meal that is getting colder by the second. "Fine. Fine. Give her some cash. Just get the information. However you can." He snorts, wanting to be known as the ambassador who caught Escobar when no one else could. You can see Javier is mad but you can't explain anything right now. You'll have to find him later.

Javi nods, his posture stiff as he spins around and rushes out of the restaurant. “Well that fucking went well.” Steve snorts and Javi scoffs as he yanks the door to the jeep open when he reaches it. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He growls, leaving his partner to wonder what the fuck has put him in such a foul mood. He got what he wanted and if the ambassador thinks you’re a virgin, he obviously hasn’t figured out Javi is fucking you. That's a win in his book.

You know Javier is fucking the prostitute, which he is entitled to do because he doesn’t belong to you, but you don’t want to fuck him if he’s gonna do that. You decide to talk to him. Sneaking out of your father’s home, you make your way over to Javi’s apartment, a woman passing you as you enter the building, and you know she’s the woman he was talking about earlier. He must’ve fucked her. Your jaw is set as you knock on his door, ready to hash this out and end it before you get in too deep. He opens the door, asking you in Spanish if you forgot something, thinking you’re the woman, and you push past him. “Uh, hello?” He asks, closing the door behind you and you spin to face him. “I knew your reputation but I didn’t think you had stamina to fuck multiple women daily.” You cross your arms, knowing you have no right to be mad but you feel slighted by him.

He snorts, about to ask if you if your stupid when it hits him that you must have seen Gabby in the hallway and assumed he had just fucked her. Still pissed off about earlier, he decides to be petty. “Well lesson learned,” he huffs, propping his hands on his hips and his eyes drop down to the purity ring that’s still on your ring finger. “Virgin, huh?” He snorts again. “You certainly played the little whore well enough. Could put you right to work in the brothel from your little act.”

You shake your head at his venomous words, understanding that he thinks you lied to him, and roll your eyes, “I lost my virginity at sixteen. I certainly did not give my virginity to you, Peña. I had to promise my daddy that I was a good girl so he’d let me study art otherwise I’d have to go to business school or some other boring bullshit like that. He has no idea that I am not a virgin and I’d like to keep it that way until I finish school in a year.” You confess, “he’s paying for my school so those are the conditions, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

He searches your eyes, weighing your words before his shoulders slump slightly. His stance shifting to one that is less defensive, less hostile. “You’ve been on my cock nearly every day since I met you.” He reminds you. “When the fuck would I have time to fuck another woman and do my job?”

You sigh, crossing your arms, “I don’t know. I just - I got jealous.” You confess with a murmur and Javier smirks, making you huff and turn your back to him. He walks over to you, his hands finding your hips, “you are enough to handle without fucking another woman.” He promises and you spin in his arms, “really?” You ask, biting your lip, and he nods, “and I, uh, I don’t want to fuck anyone else right now.” He confesses and you release your lip to grin, surging forward to press your lips to his.

He should have suspected that you would throw yourself at him, but you manage to make him stumble back. You jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and he holds onto your ass. Spinning around and rushing towards the bedroom while still kissing you just as frantically as you are kissing him.

You feel like you never get enough of him. Not only is the sex the best you’d ever had, you love seeing how intense he is when it comes to his job. You hate how he forgets to eat and drink unless it’s whiskey and he smokes a pack a day trying to catch Escobar. He’s nuanced and you want to find out every small detail you can about him. “I want you.” You declare breathlessly despite him already knowing that when he lays you down on your bed and reaches for your shoes to pull them off.

“That's why you came.” He chuckles, peeling off your socks and tossing them behind him. “You wanted to yell at me, rile me up, and then get me to fuck you like I always do.” He pulls his shirt over his head and unbuttons his pants. Quickly dragging them down his thighs to kick off.

“Fuck. Please baby. Even mad at you, I’ve been thinking about how good you fuck me. I need you to wreck me again.” You pant as you reach for the hem of your shirt, dragging it over your head to expose your bra at the same time he’s unbuttoning your shorts to drag them down your legs along with your panties.

He smirks when you spread your legs wide, already soaked for him. “And I thought about how easily you took my cock when I thought you were a virgin.” He chuckles. “Should have known better. You were no innocent little girl, you’re a woman hiding your true self from your daddy.” He kneels on the bed and reaches for your hand. “You never wear this around me.”

You shake your head, “felt like it was dumb. I didn’t want you to think that I was married or explain why I wear this stupid ring.” You confess, watching him as he twists the ring on your finger.

He smirks, taking your hand and crossing it over your chest so it’s over your heart. “Keep your hand right there, hermosa.” He orders, winking at you before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing his handcuffs. He snaps one around the bed frame and the other around your other wrist.

Your eyes widen but you aren’t scared. You trust Javier and you know he has the key somewhere. The cold metal on your overheated skin has you clenching around nothing and you keep your hand on your chest, the other hand cuffed to his bed, while his hands slide along your thighs until he’s shuffling closer. “Javi. Baby. Please.” You whine that quickly turns into a moan when he pushes into your dripping cunt.

He groans, always loving how tight you are. Every time he fucks you, he gets a little more obsessed with the way you respond. You move with him, clenching down around him so perfectly. Now he watches his cock plunge deep into your pussy while the flash of your fake purity ring flashes from the top of his vision.

You wrap your legs around him, pushing him deeper on his next thrust, and your chest heaves under your hand at the way he looks looming over you. “You’re so good.” You gasp when he adjusts his hips while reaching for your hand.

“You’re not.” He smirks, meaning it in the most filthy way. He takes your hand and brings it up to his mouth. Sliding your ring finger into his mouth and gripping the ring with his teeth to pull it off as he starts snapping his hips sharply, increasing the pace so your tits jiggle.

You watch him spit your ring across the room and you clamp down on his cock. Fuck, that was hot. “Javi. Oh fuck.” You cry, his spit cold on your finger as he pulls back and fuck, you’re obsessed with him. The way he claimed you and spat out the thing that’s supposed to signify your purity. “Fuck. I- I’m not good.” You confess, wanting to give him what he wants.

He chuckles, ramping up his thrusts. “No, you aren’t.” You whimper as you take the pace that he sets with ease. “You’re sexy and want to fuck.” He’s never met a woman who wants sex like he does. You use it to relax, to forget, just like he does. Oftentimes going home or falling asleep right after. There’s not the expectation of an emotional attachment, but he’s aware that one is forming, at least for him.

Your head tilts back and he leans down to press his lips to your neck. He loves it. You love it. You don’t want to stop doing this. You want to keep him inside of you every night. “Fuck. I want to fuck you.” You clarify and he nods, a cocky Kirk on his face that you wipe away by clenching around him. “Keep going. Just like that.” You order breathlessly.

His nod is short, one little tilt of his head as he obeys you. Keeping his pace the same, rocking into you. Watching as your tits bounce, your cunt taking every thrust easily as your hips roll up. “Goddamn you are so tight.” He hisses, fingers digging into your hips as he holds you down.

He holds you down in the angle that’s making your eyes roll into the back of your head as he fucks you. He’s hitting that spot that makes your chest heave and you love it. “Keep going, Javi. Shit. Gonna make me cum if you keep it up.” You confess, shifting your weight onto one elbow and you reach down to rub your clit.

“Then do it.” He huffs, panting as he tries to keep the perfect angle. You’re like a vice, tight and wet around him. “Fucking love when you scream my name.”

You frantically rub your clit, looking up at him as he pushes deep into your pussy. “Shit baby. Shit. I’m gonna - oh fuck. I- oh. Ohhhh.” You collapse back onto the bed, clamping down on his cock and soaking him.

You always cum like a waterfall, his cock is soaked and it’s dripping down. Making the loudest squelching sound as he continues to fuck you. “Yesssss, yes.” He hisses, hovering over you and losing control. His hips slap against your thighs and his own release is just a few pumps away.

You watch him as he clenches his jaw, so close to filling you up, and you nod, watching him. “Cum for me, baby, want you to fill me up. Send me home to my daddy dripping your cum.” You order, knowing he will be egged on by that.

He should have not been affected by that, but he is. That rebellious streak, that defiance that loves to thumb his nose at authority, takes over. He groans your name loudly and pushes deep, immediately cumming as he obeys you. Filling you up to the brim with his cum.

You sigh, loving how hot he feels as he pulses inside you. He’s been testing your birth control but you take it like clockwork. “That’s it baby. Fuck, you feel so good. Love the way you cum inside me. No one else has ever made me feel this way.” You confess, head lolling as your orgasm makes you hazy.

Javi grunts, leaning down and pressing kisses to your neck and up to your lips as he rides it out. He doesn’t comment, because he knows it’s just the post orgasmic bliss talking. You’ve been pretty clear it’s his cock you want and nothing more, which suits him just fine. He takes a moment before he slowly pulls out of you. “Water or whiskey?” He asks, sitting up and stroking your knee as you lay there.

You watch him as his dark eyes study you and you smile, “whiskey.” You order and he nods, shuffling off the bed and you chuckle, “uh, are you forgetting something Peña?” You ask, looking up at your handcuffed wrist. He snorts and fumbles to get the key to unlock the cuffs. He rubs your wrist and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “Whiskey.” He reminds himself and you watch his ass as he strides into his living room. You stumble to his bathroom to clean up and pee, afterwards reaching for his discarded shirt once you’ve pulled on your panties. You walk into his living room with his shirt unbuttoned to find him carrying two glasses of whiskey from his bar. You sit down on the sofa, tucking your legs underneath you before you accept the glass. “So how was the intel from the girl?”

He sits down beside you with a groan, not bothering to go back to the bedroom to find his pants, just dragging the afghan down from the back of the couch. “If it turns out to be good, it will be worth every dollar paid.” He tells you before he takes a sip of his drink. “She’s a good girl in a shitty job.” He tells you, not wanting you to judge her too harshly. “Parents were killed when she was younger, and she had two little brothers to feed.”

You nod, brow furrowing at the idea of being in that situation. You’ve been very lucky to be able to live the life you do. “Oh God, she’s - I understand now why you have a soft spot for her. You’re a good man, Javi.” You reach up to caress his cheek, “I know you don’t think so but I do. I think you’re an asshole.” You reveal and he snorts, turning his head to kiss your palm, “but you have a good heart.”

There are moments where you seem to lay him bare. See down into the very heart that beats in his chest. He looks away and sighs before he takes another sip. “Everyone’s gotta eat.” He says simply, looking back over at you, “what’s gonna happen once you get the degree daddy doesn’t approve of?” He asks.

You chuckle, shrugging one shoulder, “I am going to get a job working in a museum or a gallery and I want to paint when I’m not working. Maybe one day I’ll have my own gallery.” You hum, “it’s my passion. It’s what I want to do. Do you think you’ll be a DEA agent forever?” You ask, tangling your free fingers in his, “what happens when you catch Escobar?”

He frowns slightly, the future something that hasn’t even thought of. Hell, he doesn’t know if he will survive Colombia if he’s honest with himself. “There’s always gonna be the next cartel.” He admits, hating that it’s true. “They pop up everywhere. It’ll be a new case and a new duty station.”

You nod, knowing he’s right and you’re not sure he’d ever give up being an agent. It’s ingrained in him, in his DNA. The need to help people and take down bad guys, even when it’s destroying him. “Well, the DEA should know how lucky they are to have you, I feel lucky to have you for a short while.” You offer him a soft smile, sipping your whiskey. “I better get dressed. I gotta get up early for class.” You pull back before you can say something else that’s stupid. You set the empty glass down and shuffle off his sofa, leaving him there so you can get dressed. Your face burns as you shrug off his shirt and pull on your shorts, quickly rushing to his front door. “I’ll see you around, Peña.” You offer, finding him still sitting on the sofa with the throw over his waist. “Uh, sure. See you around.” He murmurs and you open his door, rushing down the hallway and your heart pounds. When did your heart ache with the desire to stay? That’s not what this is.

****

Tapping his pen on the desk, he doesn’t see you walk into his office days later, but he smells you. The perfume you wear is one that is branded into his memory and his cock twitches, immediately hardening. He murmurs your name before he looks up to find you standing next to his desk. “What are you doing here this morning?” There’s a look in your eyes, one he hasn’t seen before, but it’s almost reckless. You grab his hand and he’s glad Steve went to use the bathroom as you drag him out of his chair and towards the small records room where they keep boxes and files of reports for Escobar.

You close the door behind you and stride over to him, pushing him against the cabinets, and he chuckles, “what’s gotten into you, hermosa?” He asks and you don’t answer, you lean forward to press your lips to his neck. “Came to have lunch with my daddy. Thought about you the whole time. I need you, baby. Been wet since I walked in here thinking about how you fucked me last time.” You confess, sliding your hand down to squeeze his cock.

He chuckles, aware that the last time was only a day ago, but your sex drive is just as high as his. Maybe even higher. “And you thought you would come down here and get me to fuck you before going back home to study?” his fingers are already tugging at the hem of your skirt, dragging it up. “Fuck.” He hisses, eyes flashing darkly when he realizes you aren’t even wearing panties.

His fingers dig into your bare ass as you fumble to pull his hard cock from his jeans. “I thought you’d want to fuck me before I go home to study and I’ve got your cum dripping from me on my way home.” You smirk against his jaw but quickly transition into a moan when the tips of his fingers slide through your folds when he spreads your ass cheeks. “Need you now, Peña.”

He grunts, feeling you guiding him towards your dripping entrance. “Then it’s a good thing you dropped by.” He drops his hips slightly and pushes into you with a smooth, quick thrust. The shelving behind you rattles slightly and you smirk. “Gotta be quiet.” He reminds you as you reach back to hold onto it.

Your head hits the metal cabinet with a thud as a soft moan escapes your lips. He always stretches you out and it pinches a little but you don’t care. You lift your leg higher and he grabs your thigh, changing the angle so he can slide deeper. “Fuck. How do you always feel so good?” You pant, hands trailing along his back until you’re gripping his shoulders. His lips brush yours and you taste the cigarettes and coffee. A sign that he’s been stressed and busy today.

“Because you’re so tight.” He could ask you the same thing. You always fit like a glove, his groan is smothered against your lips as he starts to move. Short, deep thrusts that have you bouncing in his arms. “Fuck.” He hisses, loving the way you squeeze your thighs around his waist.

“Don’t hold back. Fuck me hard. I don’t even care if you cum first.” You promise and he snorts, stopping his motion for a moment to pull back and look at you, “you know that doesn’t happen.” You chuckle, “maybe one day I’ll get you to break.” You tease, gasping when he thrusts hard to take your breath away. “That day ain’t today, baby.” He promises and you moan, rocking your hips down to meet his thrusts, your eyes fluttering closed.

The sex is incredible, possibly the best he’s ever fucking had and he’s gotten addicted to it, to you. He wasn’t lying when he told you that he hadn’t been interested in fucking anyone else. Why would he be when you blow his mind and are always ready to jump him? Plus, it’s satisfying to look the ambassador in the eyes and know that he’s fucking the man’s daughter, the daughter he believes is still a virgin in her late twenties. It’s laughable, and he gets him through the bullshit some days. “That’s it, hermosa.” He coos, kissing along your jaw. “Want you to think about this instead of paying attention to your books tonight.” Working on a masters is hard work, and he’s more than impressed that you’ve stuck through it. He couldn’t, even with his love of learning. Javi isn’t stupid, he has two bachelor degrees, but he didn’t have an interest in going farther.

“I always do. Amazed that I’m passing when I keep thinking about you all the time.” You confess breathlessly, turning your head so you can press your lips to his. You slide your tongue into his mouth, shifting onto your tip toes so you can change the angle. “Fuck, right there.” You tell him, knowing he’s no stranger to taking directions if it means making you cum.

He grunts, kissing you while he keeps his hips angle just the way you need. Both of you so close to cumming. He can tell because your breath starts coming out in whimpers, getting gradually louder while he drinks them all in. “Cum baby.” He begs, wanting to feel it around him.

“Oh shit. Shit. Shit.” You hiss, clamping down on his cock a few moments later, soaking him, and your nails dig into his shoulders as your head hits the filing cabinet. “Goddamn baby. I love this. Cum for me. Fill me up.” You order, “wanna - wanna drip you.”

He groans your name, loving how filthy you are despite the prim and proper appearance you give off. No one would ever imagine what a cock hungry slut you are for him. “Fuuuuuuck.” He hisses,Pumping his hips a couple more times before he’s falling apart. Pushing deep and filling you up just like you begged him to.

You sigh, sliding your hands up to caress his neck, and you peck his lips. “Never get tired of that feeling.” You murmur, lowering your leg. “You’re so good to me, baby.” You know he’s never taken you on a date but you know what he’s about, who he is.

He hums, squeezing your waist before he pulls out of you. “Panties in your purse?” He asks, sure that you wouldn’t have gone to lunch with your dad without them. It’s more likely you had stopped in the bathroom to take them off. You nod and he tucks his cock away to bend down and fish them out of the pocketbook that had dropped to the ground in your haste to have each other. “Step into them, hermosa.” He tells you, turning them right side out and opening them wide for you to put on without stepping out of your heels.

You are touched by the action, doing as he says, and he slides them up your legs. When he’s done, you cup his cheeks and kiss him. “Thank you.” You murmur, caressing his cheek when you pull back. “I’ll see you later, Peña.” You murmur, offering him a soft smile. He nods and you open the door to the filing room, checking the hallway, and you offer him a wink before you disappear, ready to head back to your apartment and shower.

Javi gives himself another moment, taking a deep breath and sighing. This thing with you is getting more complicated and he runs his hand through his hair before going back out to his office. “Mother fucker.” Steve is at his desk, glaring at Javi as he sits down. “Now you’re fucking her in the records room?” He hisses quietly. “You’re gonna get caught and I’m gonna let you swing by yourself.” Javi huffs and rolls his eyes as he glances down at his desk. “Shut up.” He grumbles, picking up a folder that wasn’t there earlier.

Steve rolls his eyes, “man, she must be some lay to have you risking everything.” Steve scoffs and sees the tenseness that overtakes his partner as he opens the folder. “What’s wrong?” He asks, pushing away from his desk to stand up. He walks over, thinking it’s something good they can use for Escobar and when he sees the contents, his eyes widen. “Shit.” He whistles, “who took those?”

“I don’t fucking know.” Javi hisses, slapping the picture down. It’s one of several, each one just as graphic as the next. Taken in his Jeep, it’s pictures of him and him. You, on top of him, riding him while he sucks on your nipple. Another one taken from a different angle and shows you with his cock in your mouth. “Fuck.” He blows out a breath. “Whoever it is, wants me to know that they know.” It’s stating the obvious, But he doesn’t know why the pictures were sent without any note. “And it’s not a good thing.”

Steve nods, “it certainly ain’t good. What do they want? Was there a note?” He asks and Javi shakes his head. “They want me to know they know…maybe they will come forward.” He guesses, and Steve nods, “let’s hope the ambassador doesn’t get a copy of these because you’ll be a dead man walking.”

Javi snorts, well aware that his stint in Colombia - probably his entire career - would be over. “No shit.” He huffs. “I can’t tell her about this.” He decides, shoving the pictures back into the folder and slapping it shut. “She would freak out and I can’t risk that.”

****

You hum as you admire Javier, reaching out to trail your finger along his nose. “Anyone told you you’re fucking gorgeous?” You ask, leg thrown over his. You had sex about twenty minutes ago but you’re not rushing off. You’re still in his bed, smoking a cigarette and sipping whiskey like you don’t have a care in the world.

Unease twists in Javi’s gut, making him snort as he shakes his head, bringing another cigarette up to his lips. Normally not opposed to sharing with you, his nerves are on edge and he has been chain smoking more than usual. “You might want to get your eyes checked, hermosa.” His whiskey glass is empty, he’s been drinking more too, and he sighs. “I need another drink.” He huffs.

You push on his chest as he goes to move, “let me get it for you, baby.” You kiss his cheek and shift off the bed. He watches you as you take his glass and walk out to his bar. A record playing softly, almost on the last track, and you sigh as you reach for the bottle of whiskey. There’s a folder on the coffee table and you frown, curious if it’s from one of his informants so you walk over to it, opening it and you drop the glass in your hand. It shatters on the tile, glass everywhere and you choke. “Hermosa?” Javier panics, rushing out with his gun in his hand as he thinks someone has broken in but he finds you standing there with the photos in your hand. “Did you take these?” You choke out, tears in your eyes.

His stomach drops, lowering the gun until it’s by his side. “No.” He answers honestly, watching as you shuffle through the pictures, choking out a sob when you see all the intimate positions that had been photographed. More photos had arrived yesterday, more of the same day, but it’s showing just how many pictures they have. “I didn’t.” He promises.

You stare at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, “are you - who took these? Do you know?” You ask, stomach twisting with disgust and you feel so violated. “I can’t - oh God.” You choke on a sob.

His eyes are hard, but he knows that you can see through him. You know that he knows. “I’ll handle it.” He tells you. “This is about me, not you.”

You shake your head, unable to believe he’s saying this, “this is about both of us. If my dad sees these, we are both fucked. I don’t - were you going to tell me about these?”

Javi shifts guiltily and looks away. “I’m handling it.” He tells you stubbornly. The second set of pictures had finally come with the revelation of who was behind it and what they wanted. He already scheduled a meeting with the ambassador first thing in the morning.

“How?” You ask, eyebrows raised as tears continue to slide down your cheeks, “who is it? What do they want?” You ask, “you’ve got thirty seconds to tell me the truth otherwise I’m walking out this door and these photos will be all you have of us. I won’t forgive you for not telling me.”

Javi sighs and runs his hand through his hair, contemplating not telling you for a single moment. But he doesn’t want you to hate him, even though this thing between you is now over. Tonight is the last night he was going to be able to touch you. “The CIA.” He reveals. “They want me gone.” He huffs, dropping his hand back down to his side and wishes he had another cigarette. “And they’re gonna get it. I’m resigning tomorrow morning.”

You shake your head, rushing forward to cup his cheeks, “no. No. You can’t resign. You’ve worked so hard. Those bastards can’t just - shit. We can go to them. Try to bargain.” You argue but Javi shakes his head, “no. No. They will just tell your father and then you’ll lose the money for your degree.” He argues and you shake your head, “I don’t care. I’ll - I’ll take out a loan. I’ll work nights.” You counter and he smiles, “you’re so close. You are going to be a great artist. Just - let me do this. Let’s not fuck up both our careers.” You can see the desire to protect you in his eyes and you surge forward to wrap your arms around his neck. “I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.” You choke, kissing his jaw.

He holds you tight for a moment before he pulls away. There’s a lot he could say but he can’t form the words. He stares at you for a moment before he leans in and kisses you one last time. “Go home, hermosa.” He murmurs as he pulls away. “And try to be good.”

You swallow harshly, hating how your heart breaks and you know you are being selfish, you should tell him that you’ll fight this together but you know you’ll both lose. You step back, grabbing your clothes and you quickly dress. “See you around, Peña.” You murmur, glancing back at him before you close the door to his apartment for the last time.

****

“This is a surprise.” Your father doesn’t exactly look pleased to be staring at Javier this morning, but he motions him towards a chair on the other side of his desk. “Coleen didn’t say what this is about.” Javi hadn’t told her. He sits down, slightly nervous as he taps his fingers on the embroidered chair. “I didn’t tell her.”

You know Javier is meeting with your father today but you don't know when. You couldn't sleep, unable to imagine Javier leaving Colombia after working so hard to take down Escobar. Your father would likely forgive you...he wouldn't forgive him. You storm past Colleen who says "he's in a meeting" but you don't hear her as you stomp in, facing your father as you rush out, "daddy, I need to tell you something." You don't wait for his response, "I am sleeping with Peña and he's a great agent. The CIA is blackmailing him and he was going to resign because of my stupid purity pledge and wanting me to finish my degree but goddamnit I am a grown woman who loves sex and I love Javier and I don't care what you do to me but do not let him resign because he's the best damn agent the DEA has to catch Escobar. You need to tell the CIA to fuck off and I'll take whatever punishment you want but I don't regret anything." Your chest heaves as you stare at your father and his eyes flick to the chair in front of him where Javier sits.

Javi shifts, wishing that you had just let him resign. Stunned by the fact that you would risk your own future for him. That you just confessed that you love him. “Um-“ your head whips around when he clears his throat. “Sir-“ “Is this true?” Your father’s question is hissed out, his face twisted in fury as he pushes back from his chair. “Are you taking advantage of my little girl?” That pisses Javi off and he snorts as he stands himself. The time for pleasantries and formalities are apparently past, not that he really cares for them anyway. “She’s not a little girl. She’s a full grown woman capable of making her own decisions.” He huffs, but your father just shouts, “that’s not what I asked!” Javi doesn’t flinch under the man’s glare. “I don’t give a fuck what you asked.” Javi spits. “I’m not telling you a goddamn thing about my relationship with her. It’s none of your fucking business, daughter or not.”

“He didn’t take advantage of me. I- I took advantage of him. Daddy…I’m a grown woman and I felt like I had to lie to you to keep you happy. I lost - I have been lying while wearing the purity ring since I was sixteen.” You confess and your father looks at you in shock. “I haven’t gotten pregnant. I’m sensible. I - I love Javier. I didn’t at first and he’s probably the last man in the embassy I should love considering his reputation but I love him and I trust him with everything I am. Don’t punish him. Punish me if you want to blame someone.”

The room is completely quiet for a solid minute, everyone holding their ground. Your father looks ready to punch Javi, or shoot him, glaring at him with a look that could make a lesser man cringe. Javi doesn’t look away. “And you?” He asks after a moment, “you decided it was amusing to sleep with the ambassador’s daughter?” He asks Javi, who shrugs, “I didn’t know who she was the first night.” He admits. “When I found out, I was pissed, but she wanted more than just being your good daughter.” He tells your father. “And because of this, of me, pictures of her have been taken.” He straightens. “I’m not going to let those CIA fucks embarrass her. I love her and I’m going to protect her.”

“Photos? What photos? Of her?” Your father growls but your heart is pounding at Javier’s words. “You love me?” You ask breathlessly, “like - love or in love?” You want clarification, “because I’m so in love with you I have been painting in the middle of the night to process my feelings and I feel insane.”

Javi ignores your dad and turns towards you, his eyes softening. “Do you think I would give my job up if I wasn’t in love with you?” He asks gently, taking your waist when you step closer to him. Your father blusters something, but he doesn’t hear what the other man says. “You got under my skin, in my head.” He admits. “All I could do was wonder when I would see you again. I hated it and craved it.” He shakes his head. “I love you, hermosa.”

You smile, cupping his cheeks, and you surge forward to press your lips to his. “I love you, baby.” You murmur before you deepen the kiss. Your father watches in shock and you eagerly kiss the man you love. Your father is taken back by the display and it sinks in. You’re a grown woman and you’re in love. With Agent Peña. You smile as he nudges his nose against yours. “I love you.” You whisper and he smiles, squeezing your waist. “I’ll deal with the CIA. Give me names and I’ll handle it. You’re not resigning Peña but you hurt one hair on my little girl’s head and you’ll be back in Laredo quicker than you can say ‘howdy’.”

He doesn’t say “howdy” but he understands what the man is saying. Nodding, he is amazed that this has turned out as well as it has. “And she can finish her degree?” He asks, knowing that if your father says no, he will foot the bill himself. It’s the least he could do after you saved his career in the most dramatic fashion possible.

Your father nods, "she can finish her degree." You smile, happy that your father isn't screaming at you. He likely will in private but at least Javier's job is saved. "Go. Get out of here before I change my mind." He orders and you take Javier's hand to guide him from your father's office.

Javi lets out a sigh as the door closes behind him, Colleen’s watchful eyes on both of you, so he takes charge to drag you back towards the DEA offices. “I can’t believe you did that.” He huffs as he walks, squeezing your hand and glancing over. “You just-“ he chuckles. “Marched in and announced you were sleeping with me.”

You offer him a nervous chuckle, “yeah. I had to do something and that kinda came out of my mouth.” You admit, pulling him closer when you’re in the hallway, playing with his fingers. “I, uh, did mean it. You know, when I said I’m in love with you. I don’t know if you said it to save face but I wanted you to know I meant it.”

Javi frowns, shaking his head as he pulls you into the office and closes the door. “I didn’t say it to save face.” He murmurs softly, reaching up to cup your cheek. “I- I’m not good with words. Not really. Not when they matter.” He admits. “I’m good at flirting and seducing. But this-“ he huffs slightly. “You are the one good thing in my day. My retreat from all the bad shit I see. I love you.”

You smile, covering his hand on your cheek and you lean in to softly kiss him. “I love you too. I want - I want to keep seeing you. See where this goes. I don’t want to be a secret anymore.” You murmur and he nods, “everyone is gonna know soon.” He snorts and you chuckle, “Colleen is gonna be devastated.” Javi retorts, “every man in the embassy is gonna be devastated. They all wanted you. Just didn’t have the balls.” You press your forehead against his, “except you.” He huffs, “I think I gotta admit you made the first move…all the moves. But I would’ve been the same as the others, thinking about you but not doing anything because of your dad.” You slide your hand down to grab his, tangling your fingers together. “Well now that he knows…I want you to fuck me in the interrogation room.” You grin and he exhales sharply, “shit. You’re gonna get us in trouble. Your dad is barely accepting this.” You drag him towards the door, “he won’t find out if no one tells him. I’ve been bad, Agent Peña. I think you need to do a strip search.” You tease, guiding him down the hall which is thankfully empty. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He snorts and you giggle, “but what a way to go.” Dragging him into the interrogation room, you giggle when he locks the door. Your secret relationship is no longer secret, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop sneaking around. It’s too much fun.

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