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Day Five: Window/Balcony Sex - Javier Pena

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WC: 2.2K Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Smut. Unprotected PIV Sex in a Semi Public Setting. Rough sex (Javi calls reader a slut), orgasm denial and use of Spanish in this fic with translations. (Forgive me if they're inaccurate). WC: Okay my loves, this is my very first Javier Pena fic so go easy on me haha. It's been a while since I watched the show, so the timeline may be a little off and I wouldn't say I was strictly canon in regards to Javier himself, but with that out of the way, I do hope you enjoy.

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The whole point of secrecy is to keep something hidden, to conceal the truth, and if you don’t submit to the basic terms of secrecy, then it isn’t really a secret at all.

The terms you agreed on with DEA agent Javier Pena is that you do not speak a word of this stakeout operation, an illegal stakeout that hadn’t been signed off by Ambassador Noonan and could get you and Javier in a serious amount of trouble if she were to find out.

‘It’ll be another little secret of ours’, were Javier's words and you giggled while shaking your head at him, but you agreed nonetheless. He didn’t even bother bringing it up to his new partner, Steve Murphy, because he knows that the man is too clean to go against the rules just yet - but not for long though. No one ever stays clean here in Columbia for very long, not when there’s a huge ongoing hunt for Pablo Escobar and most people will do whatever it takes to catch him - people like you. 

Instead of asking Steve to go on this illegal stakeout, Javier asked you to accompany him because he knew you would say yes right from the get go. Mainly because you are one of those people who is willing to do whatever it takes to take down Escobar, but there are other reasons why you teamed up with him too.

Yes, Escobar is the most important reason why you’re inside this dark, dusky hotel room with high tech cameras set up, ready to snap pictures of the criminals, but the other reason why you agreed is because of your secret relationship with Javier. 

Which brings you to think about the whole point of secrecy once again because there is nothing secretive about the compromising position he currently has over you up against the window; your blushing red cheek pressed against the cool glass, your back arched with his hand laying on your hip as he lines himself up at your entrance. Oh no, there was nothing secretive, or moral, about the position at all.

“Ready, mi querida niña?”(my darling girl) He asks, ever the gentlemen, before continuing any further. He didn’t need to ask because you’re more than ready. Stripping your clothes for him and moving into this position against the window without any protest apparently wasn’t enough confirmation to satisfy Javier - he needed more, needed to hear you say it with words just for his own sexual enjoyment. 

“I’m ready, baby.” You reply in a huff, the sound of impatience evident in your tone which amused Javier. He chuckles mockingly, then slips the tip of his cock inside ever so slowly to live in the moment of every inch burying to the hilt. The deep throaty moans that escaped your lips were indecent and inelegant, though shameless. 

You did not care how feral you sounded, the first stretch from Javier’s cock always draws out the dirtiest of moans from you, but most importantly, you didn’t care because he sounded just as wild as you did. The man growls through gritted teeth, then sucks in a sharp breath of air upon feeling you clench around him. “Jesus.” He exhaled shakily while feeling you pulse around him. “Always warm and ready for me, cariño.” 

“Javi, hurry up. We’re gonna get caught.” You whine upon seeing people walk the streets below in the corner of your eyes. Anyone would be able to see you if they just decided to look up, and if they do, your cover would be blown, so it really makes you wonder what Javier’s intentions are by taking his time with you. He’s barely moved since bottoming out, only rotated his hips carefully like he was trying to push deeper. 

“Patience, baby, patience.” He groans and you see his brows furrow while biting his bottom lip in the corner of your eyes. Still rotating his hips steadily, you start to feel the effects he was hoping for when it feels like he is in your stomach. Javier isn’t in your stomach of course, but he had to be breaching your cervix with his slow grinding movements. “No one is going to see us.” He reassures softly, then distracts your worries with a compliment. “And even if they do, they’ll be jealous of me when they see your heavenliness, cariño.” 

“Oh so kind and chivalrous tonight, aren’t you Jav?” You tease and smile against the glass window, enjoying the coolness it brought to your hot skin. Javier laughs then, a genuine laugh that sounded so sweet to your ears, almost infectious too, but instead of giggling with him, you gasped as he decided to move - to really move. He pulled back a little then slammed himself inside, thus delivering a short and hard thrust that stole the breath from your lungs. 

“What was that, y/n? I didn’t quite hear you.” He smirks, then gently caresses the supple flesh of your ass while moving in and out of your cunt. You moan to him, the pretty sound making his eyes close with a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Keep your hands on the window.” Javier commands, his movements speeding up gradually as he nears his peak. You keep your hands on the window and mewl, mewl from the pleasure he was inflicting and mewl from the punishment he was dealing. 

Sex with Javier is the best, memorable and satisfying, but you need that little extra help on your clit to push you over the edge, which explains the punishment Javier is serving you right now. He’s about to come with his release, make you feel him climax and weep with need to feel your own. Your clit throbs, desperate to be touched and your walls pulse around him, begging to be eased of their ache, but no matter how much you whimper for Javier, he doesn’t give in. 

Coming once, then again minutes later, you were pumped full and brought to the brink of pleading with him. And that’s what Javier wants - for you to plead pathetically. You didn’t understand why though, he doesn’t usually take this approach during sex, doesn’t usually pin you up against a glass window for all to see and drag out your chance to orgasm for as long as he could.

Normally, Javier makes you climax twice more than he does himself, putting your pleasure first before his own, but tonight is different. Tonight he seems so fucking sure on getting caught by onlookers below and you don’t understand why, nor do you understand why it feels so fucking good to be exposed like this. You wonder what his true intentions are, it's like he wants to get caught. 

However, stopping his actions to ask what his intentions are isn’t on your mind right now, not when he knows how to fuck just right so that you can barely get a coherent sentence to roll of your tongue. It’s all mumbled up. Whimpering and moaning pleasured nonsense into the glass window, fogging it up with your breath while Javier grunts heavily into your ear from behind, whispering filth whenever his pace allows him a break to speak. 

His hunger and stamina for more remains at an all time high. It’s really quite reckless of him, reckless and risky to fuck you against the glass window of this hotel when you have an important job to do, but Javier has said to you more than once that your pussy would be his demise and right now, that seems to be true. 

“Oh, mi querida niña.” He breathes right into your ear, a heavy groan of how you’re his darling girl and it makes you mewl, a cry for more, more of his punishable pleasure, more of his groaning terms of endearments that you’re beginning to suspect mean something more. You want more from Javier, more than just secret sex in this secret relationship.  

“Javi!” You manage to moan out, feeling overwhelmed by your emotions in the heat of the moment. Kicking your feet apart, he lays his hands over yours before slipping his fingers between your own, keeping you right where he wants you to be. “Look at you, cariño.” He babbles breathlessly, his voice sounding sickly sweet. “Letting me fuck you like this. You’re my little slut, sí?” 

“Sí, Javi.” You respond clearly and firmly, obediently. Javier has stamina like no one else you’ve ever had before and it impresses you while also exhausts you. He still hasn’t let you see stars yet, has withheld you from reaching your peak but has pumped you full twice now with his creamy white seed. You can feel it oozing out of your entrance, making a mess on your thighs and the floor as he continues to fuck you like a man gone wild.

He’s completely lost himself, careless of the world around you and him, but you need release, need to ease the ache in your lower abdomen and cry out his name like no one in this hotel could possibly hear. And to do that, you become his obedient little slut who pleads pathetically. “Please, Javi. I need to cum, baby - please.” 

“Fuck! Atta girl.” Javier grunts. Resting his sweaty forehead to your temple, he kisses the corner of your mouth with ragged inhales of breath, struggling to hold himself together. “That’s it, y/n. That’s my girl.” He repeats, more of a whine, like a worn out croak. He sounds out of breath. Still kissing the corner of your mouth softly, he pulls one of his hands away from yours then slips it between your body and the glass window, fingers locating your swollen clit quickly. 

“Oh God!” You cry out from the contact, finally feeling that added stimulation you needed to urge you towards your release. Rubbing nameless shapes on your bundle of nerves, sparking waves of pleasure to course through your entire body, you feel it everywhere. Your knees become weak, your chest burns pure desire and your eyes gloss over with tears. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You cry while bucking your hips against him, no matter which direction as both were equally sensational.  

“Cum for me, hermosa.” He requests, not demands, just requests and that tells you that Javier Pena is nearing exhaustion as well as yourself. Mutually feeling spent, your throat becomes more dry by the second and your moans sounded hoarse and rough, just like him. His voice quickly becomes gruff, gutturally grunting directly into your ear that sings praise in your mind. “Almost there - I can feel it.” He says, eyes screwing shut to focus on the feeling of your vice-like grip around his cock. “Fuck! Squeezing me so tight, querida. I can feel it.” 

Moaning together as one, the tears rolling down your cheeks as Javier continues with his sloppy, erratic movements, he squeezes your hand tightly against the window, kisses your lips endearingly while whispering reassuring praises - all acting in a beautiful way to push you towards your peak. You inhale sharply, breath out a pornographic whine then clench round him hard, so hard that his movements come to an immediate stop. 

“Javi!” You cry his name like no one could hear, pulsing around his cock and milking him of every last creamy white rope of cum that he could give. Legs shaking violently from feeling so utterly spent, the muscles all over your body burned with passion and Javier held on as you rode out your powerfully euphoric high. 

“Mi querida.” He groans thickly, heavy with lust and desire, a sound so comforting to your soul, thus making you feel entirely weak for him. He feels your legs buckle before it even happens and acts quickly by wrapping an arm around your lower stomach, essentially catching you before the fall.

Javier walks backwards until his legs meet the base of the bed, then lays down on his side with you in his arms, still buried inside your warmth. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice ringing with concern. “I wasn’t too rough was I, cariño?”

“No, not at all. I’m okay, Javi.” Sighing tiredly, you tilt your head back to meet his line of sight and gaze into his big brown eyes. Upon feeling his relieving breath fan across your face and visibly seeing his shoulders relax, you smile softly and lean in close to whisper. “You were perfect as always, baby.” 

“Perfect, huh?” He chuckles bashfully with a mirrored smile, but after spending a few moments letting his eyes roam the expanse of your face, he shakes his head. “You’re too good to me, too good and too beautiful - mi querida.” He mumbles those last two words into your mouth after closing the gap. 

Kissing him lazily, though passionately, the words he has spoken tonight will stick with you for a long time; my girl and mi querida probably mean nothing to some, but for you they’re important next steps in your secret relationship with Javier. You’re not just the office floozy or another women he regularly visits for some casual sex - you mean something to him whether or not he is ready to properly admit that, and you don’t mind waiting anyways, you’ve known Javier long enough now to tell when he is being sincere and truthful. 

You’re his girl. It's that simple. 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Astarion/Halsin (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Astarion/Halsin/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Kinktober, Flashing, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Pining Series: Part 3 of Fall With Me Summary:

Halsin desires a relationship with Astarion and Rhea but is he welcome?

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Day Thirteen: Spanking - Joel Miller

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WC: 1.4k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Smut. Spanking. Praise Kink. Foreplay. Fingering. Squirting. Over-Stimulation. Dom Vibes from Joel, but not in detail. AN: Ahh, yes, yes, yes. I hope ya'll enjoy this little smutty spanking fic for Joel.

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Entering the gates of Jackson swiftly, you take your horse inside the stables, feed her some treats and stroke her mane before saying goodbye and rushing home to your partner. 

Joel is your partner and is waiting for you at home. He hasn’t been too well lately, the winter months are a nuisance for giving everybody a common cold, but this time it was a little too much for the man.

Normally he just toughs it out and shrugs it off, it doesn’t slow him down, but you insisted that he just take a couple days rest. There isn’t any harm in that, especially since Jackson allows him that luxury. 

He, and yourself, didn’t realise at first how much he actually needed it. Yesterday and the day before that, he has spent a large chunk of his day sleeping it off, so you rush home today to make sure that he has eaten and has taken care of himself during your absence. He’s a grown man, he knows how to, but it can be so easily pushed aside when you're not well.  

Heading up the porch steps and entering your home, you weren’t expecting any visitors today and decided to lock it up behind you. The house was quiet, therefore you assumed that Joel was sleeping, but the smell and faint sound of your oven said otherwise. “I’m in here, doll.” He calls out after noticing you were about to head into the kitchen and check. You turn to face the lounge and peep your head inside, seeing Joel sitting on the sofa with his arm laying over the back and the TV remote held in his hands. He pats the empty spot beside him and beckons you to join. “Dinner's gonna be a little while, babe. C’mon, come sit with me.” 

“You’re looking a lot better today, handsome.” You smile. Kicking your shoes off quickly and hanging up your jacket, you join Joel on the sofa and pull a blanket over your lap and his. “How are you feeling? Has the fever gone?” You ask, then bring your hand up to feel his forehead. His skin was cool, not cold or hot, just cool, and the colour was back to normal too. On the first day, he was grey, then at night time he was rosey red and it stayed like that ever since. When you left him this morning, his skin was still pinkish, but now he looks better. So much better. 

“It's gone, doll.” Joel smiles too. Pressing play on the TV, he turns the volume down then directs all of his attention to you. “No headache, no sore throat, no nausea, nothing. It’s all gone. Enough worrying about me, babygirl. How are you doing? Everything going okay out there?”

“You know, the usual day in-day out, type of stuff.” You shrug. Gazing into his eyes, bright and healthy, you scoot closer and cosy up into his side, mumbling how relieved you are that he’s feeling better. He brushes it off like it’s no big deal, like he always does. “Mhm.” You hum sarcastically, like you haven’t just spent the last two days seeing him clearly beaten up by a common cold. Joel chuckles under his breath anyways, picking up on your mocking gesture, but returns the playfulness by pulling you into his side more and lowering his hand to your ass with a groping squeeze. 

“Yeah, you’re definitely feeling better.” You giggle. Knowing Joel as well as you do now after being his girl for three and a half years, you can tell by the way he was fondling your ass cheeks that he is aroused and looking for something more. He’s feeling much better because he hasn’t worshipped you like he normally does in the last few days, hasn’t had sex, or kissed you. And right now, he was slipping his fingers between your legs and rubbing you over the fabric of your jeans. The contact was delightful, making you hum into his side, but it wasn’t nearly enough. 

Tilting your head back to look up into his eyes again, you both shared a wordless familiar look and smirks now appeared on your lips. You held your breath, mouth parted slightly when feeling his hand move away, knowing exactly what he was about to do. Joel kept his eyes trained on yours while bringing his hand down quickly and smacking your ass, his expression growing darker and darker with sexual need from the way you squeked. 

“Lay over my lap, sexy.” He says, wasting no time with satiating his desires. And yours too. You love when Joel does this, and sometimes go out of your own way to get it. Laying your stomach over his lap and resting your cheek on your hands across the sofa, you can feel his growth beneath you and day-dream about how you’re going to take care of that for him. However, Joel is taking care of you first. “Must’ve been awful, huh girl?” He teases while pulling your jeans over the globes of your ass. “Not having my touch in the last few days.” 

“Oh, are we talking about me here or you, baby?” You retort, looking for a reaction that you hope he gives. And he does - magnificently. Joel smacks your ass again, this time harder, which causes your whole body to jerk away from him naturally, though after a second passes, you wiggle your way back towards his hand. He palms the stinging flesh and looks down at your pretty face looking back up at him. “S’pose we both missed this, didn’t we?” He asks, to which you nod with your eyes threatening to close from the soothing actions of his hand rubbing your lower back. 

Joel saw this and multitasked with it. Using the heel of one hand to rub your lower back lightly, he used his free hand to slide his fingers up and down your slit over the fabric of your panties. It was a new type of pleasure, two pleasures mixed together that were making it oh so enjoyable to receive. “Oh.” Lifting your head with a gasp, you squirm over his lap and beg. “Don’t stop, more baby, more.” 

The man slipped his fingers inside your panties and circled your slick entrance. Joel did plan to tease you a little while longer, but your pleadings reached his heart and he gave in. Slipping two fingers inside your cunt and burying them all the way, your cries bounced off the walls, satisfying him completely. “There you go, darlin’.” He praised, then stopped massaging your back to deliver another harsh smack to your ass. You clenched around his fingers and it made him grunt. “Oh, like that, don't yer?” 

“Y-yes, J-Joel.” You stutter pathetically, barely able to spill the words from your tongue as he caresses your g-spot. Arching your back and lifting your ass up, the angle gives him a little more access and he strokes your walls deeper. “Fuck! Right there, right there!” You scream, feeling a strong surge of pleasure rippling across your stomach. 

“Nuh-uh. Stay still.” He growls a warning. You squirmed against him through the intensity of the stimulations and he grabbed your ass cheek to keep you in place. “That’s it, just like that.” He praises, then spanks you again, chuckling sardonically at the way you whine for more and clench around his fingers. “Cum on my hand, Y/N. Go on, just like that.” He asks in an almost sickly sweet tone of voice and you do. You do cum on his hand, and then some. 

“Shit! Joel, I-Im… g-gonna.” You could barely get the warning out, there wasn’t enough time. Seconds is all it took for the coil to unravel and you gushed all over his fingers. Your desire soaked his hand, the action of squirting making your cheeks burn with embarrassment before Joel made quick work of reassuring you. “Yes, darlin’. Keep going and don’t fucking stop.” He smacks your ass one more time, making your jolt against him and squirting more and more of your desire as he continues to prod your g-spot. 

“Joel… Too much.” You whine and plead, begging him to slow down as you reach over-stimulation. He stops his movements, but keeps his fingers buried inside as you breathe through the rest of your climax. “Okay down there, sweetheart?” He asks after a minute or so, and when you lift your head to look at him, nodding that you were indeed okay, he smirks. 

Eyes now almost obsidian black, the smirk on his lips said it all - he isn't finished with you yet.

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