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armpirate · 9 months
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Is it the water or is it me? || JJK
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pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader
w.c.: 2.3k
Warnings: Smut, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob.
Summary: You and Jungkook have been working together for quite some time, which ended up with him growing a crush on you that was one sided. Or so he thought.
There you were again, walking around with that radiant smile that made everyone instantly smile at you, as if you brought with you a ray of sunshine in your pocket. Jungkook wasn’t sure about the rest, but he for sure thought his morning would get better only with the idea of seeing you there.
He wasn’t sure of when his crush on you started, but he knew that something clicked in his brain when you first stepped in the office, starting your practices there. And he remembered how hard it was for him to focus on something else when his boss assigned him to be your mentor. He tried to keep his focus on the screen, but his eyes kept running over your body, tracing the subtle way your curves formed under your floral dress.
And while he thought it was a temporary attraction because you were the new thing, it only kept evolving as you grew closer together.
As time went by, you two became the type of coworkers that would be constantly together in the workplace, and that would get more touchy than you should -sometimes his hand would reach to your nape, under your hair, to give it a playful and soft squeeze; sometimes it was you the one who touched his arm or playfully laid your head on your shoulder as you laughed together. Not to mention those “colleagues dates” you would have randomly, out of the office, just to catch up with rumors and gossip when you weren’t on the same shift. And more than once, Jungkook finished the day feeling guilty for not taking the chance on you. He wasn’t sure whether you’d feel comfortable or not. He could easily be misinterpreting your too friendly behavior. Maybe you were like that with everyone you were close to -although he didn’t see you acting that way with anyone else from the company, whether it was a man or a woman.
You both were attending the annual company dinner your boss prepared at the end of the year, but even then he knew nothing would change. And chances of him leaving earlier were high. Confirming that idea when you showed up with a tight black dress that lifted higher on your thigh when you sat next to him. His hand wanted to reach to your skin, and the amount of times he had to stop himself from doing it was insane.
His mind tried to concentrate on other things, as he desperately engaged in conversations with the others, until you laid your hand on his thigh, supporting your body when you leaned closer, pressing your breasts on his arms when you tried to reply to the man who was sitting next to him. If he didn’t know you, he’d have thought you were doing it on purpose.
Well, it seemed like he didn’t know you indeed, because your intention was pretty obvious. And it might have been for a few months already. Always meeting up with him, trying to finish your hang out with a kiss even. Yet you always came back disappointed when he left after giving you a friendly hug.
You went back to your seat, earning a sigh of relief from the person on your left as he moved uncomfortably, noticing one of his hands was trying to place his pants properly, before he tried to completely hide the lower part of his body under the table.
The rest of the dinner went by as a rough challenge for him, trying to test his limits before he jumped on you in front of everyone. Although all that control would only last until you all moved your party to a club near the restaurant you were at. Having to see you dancing with random guys all night wasn’t what he was planning at all, and he blamed himself for staying longer than he was intending to only because you insisted on him going.
During one of those glances he aimed at you, he was sure he caught you looking at him over the guy’s shoulder, and he swore your eyes squinted because of the smile you were hiding when his jaw clenched.
You were playing with him that night. And that annoyed him just as much as it turned him on.
Looking around him, making sure neither of your colleagues would mind your business -either because they were already too drunk or because they were somewhere else-, he started walking in your direction.
“Y/n, I’m going home” he screamed over the music.
He didn’t have to tell you, he could’ve sent you a text as he left… Yet he walked over to you, in a little hope you’d leave with him.
You frowned your eyes, finally stepping back from the blond guy that was still having his hands on you “Already?” you frowned confused “It hasn’t even been an hour since we came”.
One hour of seeing you flirt and be surrounded by men constantly, while he stared from afar hoping he had as much confidence as they did. “I don’t feel well” he lied.
Convinced you’d just shrug your shoulders and turn again, he was surprised when you held his wrist and dragged him to the restrooms, leaving behind the man you’d been dancing with for the past fifteen minutes. His feet battled to keep up with the speed of your steps, being surprised by how you were walking that fast so neatly while wearing heels.
You entered the ladies restroom, being welcomed by a few surprised looks from the women that were retouching their makeup. He was waiting for you to speak, but you had no intentions to. You knew he was feeling fine, and what bothered him was the fact that you paid no attention to him all night. You were acting bittersweet on purpose, just to get a reaction from him. Getting some water on your hands, only making them humid enough, you spreaded the tiny drops on his forehead, drenching his locks a bit when you pushed his bangs back. Your fingers felt so good when you lowered them on his cheeks, and dangerously close to his lips.
“Feeling better?” Jungkook nodded, eyes closing under your touch “Is it the water or is it me?”.
Your question made him open his eyes wide, surprised by the suggestive tone you were using. Although he didn’t know that smirk would make it way worse. “Y/n…” he whispered. “Because if it’s me, I think there are better ways to make you feel good” your doe eyes, feeling so innocent in contrast with your voice was making it difficult for his brain to work properly.
He wasn’t sure if alcohol was speaking on your behalf, but he discarded that idea when your breath smelled fruity from the only drink you’ve gotten ever since dinner started.
This time he was the one dragging your body to one of the cubicles, pressing your body to the door he had just locked. Both of his hands on both sides of your head, as he leaned over you to know what was up with your attitude that night “You’re making it so difficult for me to hold back”, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.
It was ironic he was the one saying that, when he reached out to you in the middle of the dance floor to make sure you wouldn’t leave the place with that other guy.
“Who says you should hold back?” you raised an eyebrow, getting back control on the conversation.
His neck flinched when one of your hands reached his nape, digging inside his locks, at the same time your warm breath was gently caressing his throat. His cock grew bigger inside his pants as his skin welcomed the humidity of your tongue, tracing his jaw. “I want this just as much as you do, Kook” you whispered when you reached his ear.
Your voice sent dangerous alarms into his brain, something that he wasn’t able to control before he was cupping your face in his hands to lean into a sloppy and messy kiss. Feeling the taste of your saliva, mixed with the pineapple flavor of your drink, on his tongue was driving him crazy. Your hands tugging his blue shirt, and digging under it was rotting his brain with full images of everything he wanted to do to you. You didn’t know what you started.
His tongue twirled around yours, while your lips sucked on his like your life depended on it. You both had wanted this for so long, and you were finally giving in to all your wishes.
Jungkook barely gave you time to process the kiss, before he was already attacking your neck with wet open mouth kisses. Hands sneaking down your back to squeeze your ass and keep you in place. You still had room to move though, letting the thin strips of your dress fall off your shoulders, just to get your arms out of them and be able to lower your dress, exposing your tits.
Attracted to them like a magnet, his lips closed around one of your hard nipples, while his tattooed hand pinched and pulled your other button. He kept switching, making sure he’d get enough taste of the both of them.
Even if you were drunk in pleasure and excitement, too absorbed in how your clit throbbed for attention, you went to his pants instead, unzipping it and lowering them just enough to let his hard cock jump free. His teeth digged in your sensitive button as soon as your thumb started circling around his tip, getting it wet with his own precum. His cock only escaping from your fingers momentarily when he took your panties off, and circled his wrist with them.
Jungkook made sure to get his fingers wet and ready before they slid through your folds, deviously caressing you until they reached your needy clit. He felt how tight you were when he dug them deeper down your entrance, and he could only think of how it was better than he ever had imagined. You held back your moan, finally feeling being stretched by him, your walls hugging him tight and perfectly, while your brain could only picture the way he was so deep inside you that only the character on his knuckles would be the only thing visible. “You’re so tight, baby” he whispered, slowly moving his fingers in and out.
“Just imagine how tight I’ll feel around your cock” you replied back with a smirk, hearing him groan when your fingers started working on his cock again. Both of you kept moving in sync, as if it were a little heads up for what was to come.
Jungkook started walking backwards, with his fingers still stretching your pussy as much as he was able to. He dragged you on his lap when he sat on the toilet, making you straddle him. He was eager to feel you, and it was written all over his face when you dropped his cock.
Lips parted, holding back the moan that came out as a gap when you felt full again, feeling every inch of his cock invade you and stretch you out so perfectly. Both of you groaning low when your pubes finally touched, while you gave each other time to adjust to that new sensation.
Although, not even a few seconds later, Jungkook was urging you to move, fingers digging in your flesh as he pushed you upwards. Every move of your body was making him like he was in heaven, as your insides kept hugging him. Your hands held onto his shoulders, trying to get used to that new sensation that made little stars float in front of your eyes.
You felt his hips raise, trying to get deeper into you, trying to hit that right spot that would make your knees weak and barely possible to hold back your moans. Your lower lip hid under your teeth, which were biting hard on your skin, trying to keep any moan from escaping while Jungkook kept groaning against your neck and throat. Far from making you stop, though, it only encouraged you to go faster, making the tank behind him move constantly, hitting the wall and joining the sounds of your flesh clapping against each other.
“You feel so fucking good” he said, “Way better than I could ever have imagined” his lips let out a groan, and seemed like he was more careless about being heard than you were. “Fuck, keep riding my cock that way” Jungkook kept moving his hips up against you “You like it?”.
“Fuck, yes” you finally moaned lowly, moving even faster when your pussy started clenching around his cock.
That ticklish feeling in your belly was going hard on you, just a few more moves and you’d feel it showering over you, from head to toe. “Cum, baby. Cum with me” he managed your hips, controlling your movements with both of his hands, until you both exploded together.
You hugged him tight, hiding your face in his neck, biting it hard just to keep your moan from sounding louder than it already is, when you felt that sticky liquid fill your loads just as fast.
“Fuck, baby” he sighed, trying to get his breathing back to normal “Shit” he threw his head back. “I can’t believe I’ve missed on this for so long”.
You smiled against his neck, feeling exactly the same way he was “Well, I think we should make up for the wasted time tonight”.
“Let’s get out of here”
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incognitopolls · 6 days
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Assuming you're not talking about anything particularly sensitive or private…
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dennischilchuck · 1 month
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Me in the wine dungeon with my coworker
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deity-prompts · 8 months
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I've only seen a few making one-liners/prompts on office romance T^T please make one huehue 🛐🥺
How could I ever say no to that face 🥺? I LOVED making these so please let me know if you want more.
Office Romance Prompts
Prompts
A pretends to not know how to work appliances around the office (photocopier, coffee machine, etc.) so that B will help them.
There’s an office Secret Santa and A swaps with people in order to get B because they have a great present idea for them. Little do they know, B is doing the same thing.
A and B are secretaries for two different executives and often stop by each other’s desks to complain about their boss.
A has a series of meetings with someone who speaks a different language, and B, who’s bilingual, volunteers to be their translator.
A is a delivery person for a local café who does two coffee runs to the office per day. B orders extra coffees throughout the day for an excuse to talk to A.
Oneliners
“Can you grab me some coffee too—” “Already did. Just the way you like it.”
“Your work ties are always so boring so I figured I’d get you a more interesting one.”
“You spend more time at my desk than yours.”
“Didn’t you hear? One of us is getting fired.”
“If we’re going to share an office, you have to let me decorate it a little.”
“I’m just sitting on the roof eating leftover ‘congratulations on your new job’ cake. Wanna join me?”
“I don’t think what your wearing is suitable for an office.”
“How many of my pens have you borrowed? Ten? Thirty?”
“Someone keeps leaving origami figures in my desk.”
“Did the storage closet door lock behind us?”
Also see:
Reasons for entrepreneurs to fake date
Rival lawyer prompts and oneliners
Prompts masterlist
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pratchettquotes · 2 months
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"You know I've always wanted a paperless office--"
"Yes, Archchancellor, that's why you hide it all in cupboards and throw it out of the window at night."
"Clean desk, clean mind," said the Archchancellor.
Terry Pratchett, The Truth
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lackinglevi · 1 year
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yandere!coworker when you’re out sick
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cw: yandere behavior, stalking, mention of kidnapping, mentions of being sick, mention of murder.
a/n: first time actually finishing something and posting it, i have no idea how to start doing this shit.
yandere!coworker . . . who just can’t help but wonder if you won’t bother coming into work today when he catches a glimpse of your heavy panting and a chilled towel placed on your pretty forehead from the camera he managed to discreetly place in the aquarium facing your bed, which is just below the window-the exact one he’s learned to expertly open and shut hundreds of times by now without so much as an offbeat breath from your sleeping form.
yandere!coworker . . . who is already hyperventilating at the thought of not being able to see the way your hips move side-to-side while walking up to greet those disgusting customers who recognize-like him-just how intoxicating you are and hope for the chance to get the cute girl’s number. he’s replaying the incident from a couple days ago in his head like a loop. you squeamishly made your way over to him from across the room that night when you knew you wouldn’t be able to get the annoying regular who insists he can "treat you right" off your tail. he’s got it handled really! he’s glad you can trust him to deal with these pesky animals. a princess like you needs to be taken care of, you just need.…him (even if you don’t see that yet), not some greasy-fingered 40-something clinging to the hem of your shorts like a child. you don’t even notice the news headline proclaiming his tragic "suicide" the following week!
yandere!coworker . . .  who wonders if he should call out from work and bring you some warm soup? would it be too weird if he showed up on your doorstep? maybe just leaving a small note that reads, "feel better my love<;3 you look divine in your sleep" beside the steaming pot of chicken noodle soup and leaving it at your doorstep would suffice. crouched down on the neighbor's front lawn to ensure you got your meal, he can’t help but notice the way you still look stunning as your limping form appeared behind the keypad-locked door (he’s made sure to get the code just in case you need his help!), the ruffles on your pajama shorts just barely exposing the color of your underwear, you went with red that day. my favorite color, he thought, whether or not you made that choice knowingly, it already had a tent forming in his pants and he took mental note to snatch the pair you had on now, the next morning.
yandere!coworker . . . who can’t handle knowing whether or not your extremely high fever has gone down and spends the entirety of his lunch break monitoring you from the dozens of hidden cameras he’s managed to put in your home during his little "visits." from the way your breath quickens, to the way you mumble silly nothings in your sleep, he’s entranced (but still keeping a worried face). he records everything, not only in his mind, but on his spare flash drive while being squeezed into the bathroom stall. a so-called private moment, to be replayed only by him later on. he can’t help but think about how good he’s going to treat you the next time you’re sick. . . because you’ll be with him! his own wellbeing is of no concern to him, but just think of how much easier it would be to know you were around him 24/7. it’s much less stressful for him to know you’ll always be nearby instead of staying up for nights on end peeled behind bright monitors in a poorly lit room, which is what his routine consisted of for the past couple of months. 
yandere!coworker . . . who once he manages to get your nails to stop clawing at his arms and reassures you that you’re only in his basement for your own health (which he’s lined up with all your favorites and everything you may need down there), swears no one knows how to treat their darling better than he does, even if he’s just the dead-eyed coworker that manages to scare off most of the new customers and seems to be around you just a little too much. he can be more than your coworker. . . you'll see that soon!
wc: 711
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call-me-maggie13 · 8 months
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Things my coworkers said during the Barbie movie:
Carson (17) : “wait. Is Ken the OG incel?”
Jermie (22) : “where do I get those rollerblades?” Also “That little girl is kinda mean. It’s not Barbie’s fault the world sucks. She should punch a president instead of yelling at Barbie.”
Jalen (19) : “now I’m upset that horses don’t run the world.”
Ken (24) : [quietly, during “I’m Just Ken,” in time with the music] “Ken. Ken. Ken. Ken. Ken.”
Caleb (18, his first day was the same day we went to the movie) : “I always thought I would want Morgan Freeman to narrate my life, but now I want Lizzo to write a song about it.”
Nathan (22, dressed up as Allan) : “Midge is actually Allan’s wife. Did you know that? He’s not actually gay. I mean, he is because him and Ken definitely fuck but - ” [gets told to shut up by another movie-goer] [quietly] “some people don’t know the Barbie lore and it shows.”
Cody (20, brought his gf but made her sit alone so he could sit with us) : “I like the little old lady. She reminds me of my granny. Except less racist.”
Questions the boys asked after the Barbie movie:
Carson : “I don’t think I understood it. Why was Barbieland supposed to be better than the real world if the Kens were treated like objects.” [we all kinda explain it] “Wait. Maggie. You feel like a Ken every day? I’m so sorry.”
Jermie : “Why did the old lady not tell Barbie she could be real? Is that something I was supposed to understand?”
Jalen : “Was that Dua Lipa? Was she a mermaid? Also, Ryan Gosling? Margot Robbie? Kate McKinnon? Dude. I thought this was gunna be bad just because it had so many big Hollywood people. But it was - god. Greta Gerwig will definitely be mentioned in my next therapy session. Can we come back next week?”
Ken : “Did you cry? I didn’t cry. It was alright.” (he definitely cried. Twice. I sat next to him.)
Caleb : “Can we get matching I Am Kenough shirts?”
Nathan : “Can I write a letter to Greta Gerwig to both thank her and ask her to never make a movie again? I don’t think I’ll survive another Greta movie.” (He has seen Little Women (2019) and Lady Bird (2017). He claims to have not recovered from either of them as well.)
Cody : “What’s a gynecologist?”
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db2k · 4 months
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Tohoshinki VOGUE JAPAN 2018
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genevawren38 · 14 days
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I could headcanon this though.
Cause in lore a robot [Created body & transferred consciousness?] and an immortal totem decide a nuclear creeper that has a gigantic explosion is the perfect prank for the old crow whose a hermit but also surrounded by people.
The crow then blames the demon who is known for arguing with the shark totem no matter the era because they exist to spite each other affectionately and with sharp objects.
These immortal motherfuckers and their idea of a prank is twisted lmao
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minkminkart · 16 days
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Alvin. Alvin.
@favorvn
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terrazaurio · 2 months
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They have fun sometimes 🥹💗
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one-time-i-dreamt · 9 months
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I was at a party with all of my coworkers and it was really boring, but I walked through a doorway and it transformed into a house filled with endless racks of clothes and one of my coworkers was touring me through it like it was her house.
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jenosbliss · 2 months
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Hi could I request 5 & 19 with Doyoung for female reader please? 😋
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paining. fem!reader x coworker!doyoung | genre. fluff | wc. 1.3k | warnings. none
a/n. hey anon, hope you like this one!
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The clock strike 11.09 pm when you clicked the shutdown tab on your P.C. sighing in relief as your work for today and this week was finally over, so you can spend your weekend peacefully now. No more calls to answer, files to go through, screen to stare at… just a weekend filled with sleeping in late, Netflix, junk greasy food, and calmness.
It was pretty late at night and way past working hours which meant that almost everyone on your floor had already left and the only source of light on the floor had been previously from your dimly lit screen and the night lights on the ceiling. There wasn’t a single sound on the floor except for your steps hurrying towards the elevator.
“Y/N? You’re working overtime again?” a deep voice from behind you asked. A voice which made your eye roll out of annoyance as if on cue. “Hello to you to Mr. Kim. And yes, I am working overtime again. Are you surprised?” turning around scoffed at his fake concern. Both of you were now waiting for the elevator.
“Amused. I thought after becoming the head of R&D you’ll cut some slack… guess I was wrong.” he whispered the last part right above your ear, heat spreading to your cheeks at this action of his. “You’re becoming quite bold nowadays” chuckling nervously as you took a step away from him. A smirk unbeknownst to you adorning his lips at your nervousness.
“Guess I’m following in your steps. You’re working overtime too.” Your eyes searched his tired face as you waited for a reply, he looked worn out and eye bags under his eyes reflected the lack of sleep in his daily routine. His skin also looked paler than usual and- why the hell am I noticing so much?
“Well…yes but it’s not because of work.” He turned his head to look down at you sideways. The look in his eyes made you even more nervous, you felt like a prey, and he was the predator ready to pounce at you any moment. It was hot, hell he was hot, the hottest man alive…get yourself together y/n! 
The safe distance you had created between both of you was intruded by him as shifted closer to you, eyes not leaving for a moment. “What man in his right senses would work overtime without any reason?” opting to sarcasm was your defence mechanism, ever in a situation you can’t escape? Be sarcastic or so you thought because what Doyoung said next made your eyes almost pop out.
“Who said I’m in my senses? For a while now I am going insane because of you-” he was interrupted mid-sentence when the elevator doors opened, and you almost jumped inside. “It’s here!” To say the least, Doyoung was disappointed with the timing of the elevator and how you avoided him in the elevator as if he was a stranger.
“Will you please stop staring?” you had tried your best to ignore him but just couldn’t. “Why? Does it make you nervous when I stare?" A devilish grin made its way to his lips, contented with the effect he had on you. “Doyoung please! What’s gotten into you? Did the work toll on your mental health or what? You weren’t like this before.”
A childish glint appeared in his eyes at the mention of the name. Not Mr. Kim or Sir but Doyoung, he never liked the sound of his name like this before. “I was always like this, it’s just you took time to notice.” again he shifted closer to you making you trapped between him and the wall.
“I’m done okay, do whatever you want.” his laugh reverberated throughout the small space as you scoffed. “Sorry, let’s change the topic.” “Thank you.”
“I liked hanging out with your friends the other day.” he confessed out of the blue. It has been three weeks since that unfortunate event and he just had to bring that up now?
Liked meeting your friends even if you had asked him not to? Accepted he meant no harm and was there just to return the pen drive you left behind but his presence and the tension between both of you had led your friends to assume there way more to the relationship you strictly labelled as coworkers.
“I’ll let them know.” you answered in a monotonous tone. “By the way, that Kiho guy… are you two seeing each other?” baffle would be a predicament to his statement, you were shocked. Firstly, because who was he to ask such a personal question, and secondly how could he think you would date Kiho? 
You had better type than Kiho, and thought Doyoung must be aware that he’s someone you’re interested in- what? Is this the moment of realization for me? WHAT!? 
“No, we’re just friends, not even best friends.” you explained while trying to not focus on the feelings which were surfacing for the man beside you. “You know he was being very touchy and flirty considering you’re just friends.” maybe you’re being delusional or was Doyoung actually jealous?
“It’s because he’s single and we met for the first time after long that he suddenly found me attractive to be his girlfriend. You know Glow Up.” You chuckled, remembering his behaviour during the hangout. “Didn’t he have eyes to see your beauty?” Doyoung grumbled. “I- did you just call me beautiful?” unable to believe your ears you questioned. “Pretty cannot define your beauty because everything about you is beautiful.” 
“Are you doing drugs?” you laughed walking out of the elevator. “Y/n believe me, I saw your college pics, your friend showed them to me while you were away and if I had been there… I would have fallen in love with you way earlier.”
“You can’t be serious right now…” it was happening, Doyoung was confessing his love for you, something –no matter how much you try to deny– you waited for all these days. “Do you trust me?” you nodded your head as he pulled you closer to him, a hand resting on your back while he gently placed the other on your cheek, his breath hot on your face.
“Then trust me in showing you how beautiful you are. I’m so thankful to Kiho and every other guy who didn’t see you the way I do, because I can’t risk losing you. Trust me y/n in worshipping you and loving you. Will you trust me?” he was holding himself from showing you just how much he loved you, how he had loved you all this time, he waited for so many days, but these few seconds felt the longest.
“I trust you.” the moment you said this, Doyoung didn’t even waste a heartbeat before he kissed you, pulling you even closer than before, if that was possible. He kissed you with passion, lips against yours in a heated deep kiss, just perfectly showcasing his undying love for you.
You were the first one to break the kiss in order to breathe but he chased after your lips, laughing as you placed a hand on his chest “Leave something for tomorrow.” He placed a delicate kiss –unlike the previous one– on your forehead before pulling you in a hug.
“I have to make up for all the days I was supposed to be kissing you” he kissed the top of your head as you hid your face in his chest trying to hide the blush. “Are you free tomorrow?” he asked, running his hand through your hair. “Why? Are you gonna kiss me all day?” 
“Hmm… doesn’t sound like a bad idea but I was thinking about going on a date.” perking your head up you smiled, “This is the perfect idea.” he leaned down to kiss you again as he whispered, “I love you.”
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aengelren · 4 months
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Let me tell you the lore baby
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pratchettquotes · 6 months
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"All right, what happened?" said Vimes, turning to the troll.
"We're hearing where dis boy shot dis man," said Detritus. "We got here, next minute it rainin' people from everywhere, shoutin'."
"He smote him as Hudrun smote the fleshpots of Ur," said Constable Visit.*
"Smote?" said Vimes, bewildered. "He killed someone?"
"Not by der way der man was cussing, sir," said Detritus.
* Constable Visit-the-Ungodly-With-Explanatory-Pamphlets was a good copper, Vimes always said, and that was his highest term of praise. He was an Omnian with his countrymen's almost pathological interest in evangelical religion and spent all his wages on pamphlets; he even had his own printing press. The results were handed out to anyone interested and everyone who wasn't interested as well. Even Detritus couldn't clear a crowd faster than Visit, Vimes said. And on his days off he could be seen tramping the streets with his colleague, Smite-The-Unbeliever-with-Cunning-Arguments. So far they hadn't made a single convert. Vimes thought that Visit was probably a really nice man underneath it all, but somehow he could never face the task of finding out.
Terry Pratchett, Jingo
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auteurdelabre · 3 months
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DARE TO SURRENDER (FINAL CHAPTER) JavierPenax f!Reader
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Dare to Surrender Finale
DARE TO SURRENDER: Javier Pena x f!reader
Words: 9.8
summary: Things with Javier finally come to a head and the truth comes out at a dinner party thrown by the Murphy's.
warnings: (some tags not included to avoid plot spoiler) unprotected p in v, dirty talk, love, romantic, domestic, sex at work/public-ish sex.
A/N: Ya know I'm gonna miss these two. Didn't expect a silly little smutty story to turn romantic but I'm happy where we leave these two. Wanna know what y'all think about this story!
masterlist here
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DARE TO SURRENDER FINALE
Javier feels like shit when he strides into work on Monday. His head is pounding and his mouth tastes like an ashtray much stronger than usual. 
He can't stop thinking about you. About your taste and the way you'd kissed him. You kissed him! You initiated it! And it felt so fucking good. Not just fucking you but your hand carding through his hair, your eyes so glazed as you whimpered against his mouth. 
And then you'd mentioned Brad. Fucking Brad.
Javier feels his stomach churn at the memory. This jealousy gnawed at him the entire weekend and hasn't let up. What had he been expecting though? That you'd come home with him? No he hadn't been expecting it. He'd been desperately hoping for it. He'd wanted it so badly. Wanted you to tell him that these feelings aren't one sided. 
But you didn't. 
And why would you? He's been horrible. How could you ever guess the depths of his feelings when he's been blowing hot and cold? The thing is Javier has no idea what to do with these feelings for you. The last time he thought he cared about a woman he left her at the altar. 
He doesn't trust his heart. 
Javier comes to his office door, imagining you there on other side and he notices his hands are shaking. He chases drug cartels down and the thought of you has his fucking hands shaking. He swallows thickly before pushing the door open. 
You're not there. 
Murphy calls Javier over immediately, citing a lead they need to follow in town. Javier decides that he needs to throw himself into his work. That is better that his attention go somewhere else.
But it doesn't. All day all he can think of is you. 
"You okay, man?" Murphy asks on the drive over. "You're acting off."
"Just hungover."
Javi can tell that Steve doesn't buy it, but it's thankful when he lets it go. 
You're not there Tuesday either. 
It makes the days drag by, not seeing your face across the room. He misses the way your tongue peeks out the corner of your mouth when you type. He misses bringing you coffee and feeling your gentle smile as you take it from him in grateful surprise. But most of all he just misses your presence.  
Because he likes you. He more than likes you.
It's become pathetically apparent to Javier in a way he can't deny any more.
Waking up Saturday morning and knowing you were probably with Brad in bed had him reaching for the bottle before his eyes were even fully open. The weekend had gone by in a drunken blur. 
He likes you a lot. More than he anticipated.. And he's realizing that he has for a long time. Even before the bet. Hell, the bet had just been a way to get closer to you, to spend more time with you. He’s terrified that he loves you
He wants you back in his apartment, back in his arms. Even if it's not to fuck, he wants you. He wants nights of snuggling under that crochet blanket, of taking you to dance in a dress you like wearing, at a bar outside of town where the music isn't too loud. He wants nights arguing about who has to cook dinner and whose place to spend the night. He wants more and he wants it with you. 
But why would you want him? He's been horrible. How could you ever guess the depths of his feelings when he's been blowing hot and cold? The thing is Javier has no idea what to do with these feelings for you. The last time he thought he cared about a woman he left her at the altar. 
He doesn't trust his heart. 
When he arrives at the office on Wednesday morning Javier decides that he'll tell you everything. If nothing else perhaps it will explain to you why he's been such a fucking dick. He considers buying flowers but then realizes that might be an overstep. He doesn’t need the entire office knowing.
But then Brad arrives with you that morning, his large hand clutching yours. He kisses your cheek and says he'll pick you up after work as you smile up at him. 
"Morning," Steve calls out and when Bradley leaves he adds: "Seems like a real nice guy."
"He is," you reply quickly. 
"You guys serious?"
Javier holds his breath. 
"Yeah," you say after a pause. "Yeah we are."
"You should definitely bring him to dinner this week then."
"Sure."
You're fast to start on work, not even offering Javier so much as a glance. Javier lights a cigarette, inhaling deeply as he realizes he's missed his chance.
It's too late. 
///
Brad spent the night on Friday. Against all your better judgment you let him come into your apartment when he dropped you off. 
You couldn't fuck him, not when Javier's saliva still clung to your inner thighs. Not when all you could do was picture his reflection in the mirror at the club. 
So you gave Brad a hand job, hating yourself because instead of focusing on the man whose cock you stroked and mouth you kissed, all you could think of was Javier Peña. Javier Peña dancing. Javier Peña calling you pretty girl. Javier Peña's mouth on yours. 
You like him.
You like the way he looks at you and not just during sex. The way his arms hold you. You like how he calls you baby in that gentle murmur that makes you feel cared for. You like how he makes you laugh. You like how his mind works during a case. You just like him. 
When Brad left the next morning all you could do was mope around your apartment thinking about how you'd fallen for your coworker. Your coworker known for his bedroom prowess. The same co-worker who has slept with half the female embassy staff and shows no signs of slowing down. You've fallen for a playboy like an idiot. 
And now you sit across from Javier at work trying everything in your power not to look at him because if you do you're terrified your eyes will give you away.
You're humiliated at how much you like playboy Peña. Even after you told yourself that you wouldn't fall for his charms. And now look at you- lovesick over a man who wants nothing from you but sex. 
The moment in the club was so obviously a power trip for Javier. Proof that he could still seduce you if he wanted. And you'd gone right along with it. Your cheeks burn at the memory of how willing you were to have his mouth between your legs. 
You think of Rosalia and the way her body had moved with his. You think of how she'd giggled about his bed. Your mouth twists into a scowl.
You'd passed her this morning as you entered the embassy hand-in-hand with Brad. You were confused at the look of open hostility she shot you. You wonder if Javier told her about the club. You wonder if after they fucked they laughed about how easily you succumbed to him.
You think of your own experience after the club. Giving Brad a hand job, kissing him before extricating yourself and setting him up with a pillow and blanket on your sofa.  
Brad had urged you to fuck him Saturday morning before he left. His hand sliding over your clothed breasts as you stirred to wakefulness in your bed. He'd been hard, palming himself through his slacks.
When you'd declined he'd been huffy, almost resentful. But he'd kissed you and told you that he'd see you at work on Monday. 
But you hadn't wanted to see Brad or Javier on Monday. Thoughts of Javier and Rosalia haunted you. Baby. Pretty girl. Thoughts of them in bed together. These painful ruminations wouldn't leave you until Tuesday night when Brad called to see how you were feeling and offered to drive you to work the next day. 
And now you sit here, shoulders hunched as you focus on your paperwork half finished from last week.  
///
Steve excuses himself during the mid-morning, citing that Connie has an appointment he needs to accompany her on.  Javier is pretty sure that means Connie's in the family way, but he just nods when his partner announces his departure. 
Then it's just you and Javier. You've taken a page from his book, tilting to use the opposite edge of your desk in order to face your back to Javier. You're typing hurriedly, your shoulders tense. 
He longs to touch you. To massage those shoulders until you loosen up. To brush your hair from your shoulders. Wants your mouth on his. 
But he can't. He knows this. Instead Javier prepares your coffee, carrying it to your desk with his heart pounding. He places it next to your hand on the desk.
"Hey," Javier says, his pulse skyrocketing when he inhales and can catch a trace of your perfume in the air. "You feeling better, osita?"
Your eyes slope up to his face, irritation clear. "You're not serious."
"What?"
"After everything you're just gonna stand there and act like you haven't treated me like absolute shit?"
Javier feels his eyes blow wide. "What?"
"I don't know what the fuck is going on with you Peña, but I can't handle all your mood swings," you tell him, eyes on his shoulder. "One minute you're following me to the club, next minute you're taking some girl home in front of me. And now you're bringing me coffee and acting like we're fine?" 
You break off, swallowing. 
"I don't deserve it," you tell him when you're voice returns. "And I think it's better if we just go back to how things used to be. Co-workers who bicker all the time."
Javier is uncharacteristically stoic, listening to you and his mouth thins as you speak before he clears his throat. 
"Is that what you want?" 
The air seems to have been sucked out of the room. You square your shoulders, taking a deep breath. 
"Yes."
Javier's face is pained as he takes in what you've said. He taps the edge of your desk absently before nodding. 
"Understood." 
He moves from your desk quickly, face tilted from you. You watch him pull on his jacket, arms snapping before he leaves the office, door closing quietly behind him. 
///
Before long it's Friday and Steve is excited to have everyone to his apartment. Apparently Connie has been working hard on food all day.
"Bring wine," Steve suggests when you ask what to bring you and Brad should bring to dinner that evening. 
You know Javier will be invited as well and you hope that he turns down the invitation. You don't want more time with Javier outside of work.  You’ve been lucky that he’s barely been in the office this week.
Steve glances at his watch, his light brows knitted. "Wonder where Jav--"
As if summoned, Javier saunters into the office and it's very reminiscent of his previous behavior. Arriving late, dropping by your desk to tease you.  
But today a cigarette is hanging out of his  mouth and he looks like he's barely been sleeping. He doesn't greet either of you.
"Hey Javi," Steve calls out, glancing over with a wry grin. "Rough night?"
"Fuck off."
Steve shoots you an amused look that you return weakly. But your gaze drifts over to Javier's brooding frame, watching as he drops into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. 
You sigh gently, your eyes darting away when he glances in your direction. You can't look him in the face, can't be swayed by those beautiful eyes of his.
"I-I'm going to the evidence locker," you murmur to Steve. "Need to check something."
You stumble from your desk, heading down to the elevator. Your foot taps, waiting. You hear a sniff from behind you, glancing over your shoulder to see Rosalia with a handful of documents. When she sees it's you, she gives a dramatic sigh, turning on her heel and heading in the opposite direction.
What the fuck? 
The elevator arrives and you load onto it, deep in thought about what just happened as the doors start to close. A broad hand slices between the closing doors at the last second and your head jerks up to see Javier sliding into the elevator next to you. 
You bristle, wanting nothing more than to break down and tell him everything. How you can't stop thinking about him. How your desire for him goes beyond the bedroom. 
But instead you fold your hands in front of you, trying to hide their trembling. Javier's shoulder brushes yours, and you can feel his eyes on you.
"Can we talk?"
"There's nothing to say, Peña." 
The elevator door opens and several men from the department load on, causing Javier to squeeze closer to you. They press the button for the lower floors and you hold your breath as Javier tilts towards you.
"Please," he murmurs, the warm air from his breath huffing against your ear. 
"Not here," you whisper, eyes steely.
You arrive at the basement level, stepping out with Javier quick on your heels. The guard out front gives you a nod as you and Peña flash your badges. He unlocks the room and you and Javier walk in, the door shutting behind you. 
The room is dark and almost immediately you feel your pulse begin to pound. You can feel Javier behind you, his body warm and the scent of leather and his cologne washes over you.  Fuck. He smells so good. It transports you back to his apartment. To riding him, his eyes and hands on your body. 
You force yourself to move to the far side of the room with large tiered shelves filled with bins. Beside it are units filled with contraband locked behind chain link. 
You pretend to look through the nearest bin, your eyes scanning the paperwork inside. You hear Javier clear his throat but you don't turn to face him. 
"I'm sorry for treating you so... I'm sorry for being such an asshole," he tells you, eyes fixed on the back of your head.  You turn your head to the side and he can just see your profile when you reply.
"You've been really horrible."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."  Javier feels his heart thudding in his chest. "I-I don't. . . It was shitty."
"Thanks," you murmur your eyes on the paper in your hand. You can't turn around and look at him. You know that if you do its game over. 
"I never meant to hurt you." Javier runs a hand through his hair. "I... I think I got, uh... I'm not used to..."
He sees your head tilt to the left indicating that you're listening to him at least. That's something. But he needs your eyes; they tell him everything you're feeling. 
"Would you look at me? Please, osita?"
You sigh, turning after a beat. Your eyes won't go to his, but they land somewhere around his collar.  He immediately feels the words he rehearsed leaving him. All he can do is step towards you, desperately. 
"I don't want things to go back to the way they were before," Javier murmurs, his hand going to your jaw.
Another game. Another tease.
"Stop Javier," you insist, your voice scraping the bottom of your shoes. "I can't take it-"
Of course he doesn't want things to go back to how they were before, you muse. Before you didn't fuck him. He likes having your pussy on speed dial. He likes having an easy fuck around the office, why wouldn’t he?
You try to turn away from him but his wide palm is at the back of your neck, stopping you. 
"Wait," Peña insists, his hand on the back of your neck squeezing softly. "Look at me." 
You turn your eyes on him and there's so much in your gaze that it takes Javier's breath from him. Your eyes, normally so guarded are so open right now, so needy, so heated. 
"Please," you say and Javier has no idea what you're asking for. For him to touch you? For him to leave?
"Please what? What do you need?"
You can't find the words. Can't explain this fucking need that won't leave you when he's around. Can't express that you miss him. Can't say that you want him. Can't say that you really like him. 
But Javier has never needed words, not when he can read everything in your eyes.
And when your arms wrap around his neck and your mouth goes to his it's all but confirmed. Your mouth is warm and pliant and he feels himself surrendering to you immediately. 
Javier begins to unbuckle his jeans, the belt clinking against the zipper as you step out of your heels and then your panties and pantyhose are drawn down, discarded without thought as you both continue kissing. 
He backs you against the chain link wall of the evidence locker, pulling back to see your face. Behind you is contraband and weaponry. In front of you is Javier taking his cock from his jeans, never looking away from you. 
There's no teasing, no build up. It's just Javier bringing his fingers to his mouth swirling his tongue around them and then slipping them into your waiting cunt. 
He didn't need to bother with his saliva, you're already soaked. You cry out as his thumb finds your clit, curving as his mouth descends to your neck, grazing his lips over your pulse point. 
You know he's trying to build you up but you don't need it, you need him inside you. Now. Your hand reaches between you going to gently grip his cock, coaxing him between your legs under your skirt. 
He removes his fingers quickly, not arguing with your silent request. One of his hands skates down to your thigh, urging it around his hip. He leans his torso into yours heavily, pushing your back against the chain link. Your fingers wrap around the metal, curling instinctively and holding you there. 
His mouth meets yours, urgent and desperate before he's moving between your thighs and in one motion slides into you. You tilt back to let out a cry that's immediately muffled by one of his broad hands. 
"Shhh," he commands softly against your temple. "Gotta be quiet, baby."
He starts a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours as you hold firm to the chain link.  
"You needed this," Peña rasps, "Needed me. Didn't you?"
You let out a loud whine, muffled by his hand so you nod. Javier is grunting, his voice husky and dark from beside your ear.
"Fuck, I needed this too. Needed you." 
You're ashamed at how much you need Javier, so full of this seemingly insatiable need that you don't reply. You only grit your teeth and thrust against him, fucking yourself on his length. 
Javier grunts in approval, eyes on yours. He pushes the hair from your brow so he can see every inch of your face. "You take what you need, pretty girl. Wanna see you feel good."
There is something about Javier's body that speaks to yours. No matter how much he drives you insane, there is a biological pull that makes you want his body against yours. That needs to feel his hands on your body.  Both of your legs go around his waist, hooking at the ankles. 
"Deeper," you whisper. "Deeper, please."
Javier lets out a soft sigh as your head tilts back, your chest bouncing under your blouse as he drives into you. You’re so fucking sexy he can't handle it. He lets out little rasping whimpers. 
He's tugging one of your hands from the chain, urging it to hold the back of his neck. He needs your grip to keep him grounded so he can look into your face and you into his as he fucks you.
He needs you to want him the way he wants you. He's desperate for you. You grip him around the neck, your pupils blown out. 
"You want me," he says, twisting his hips to drive into an angle that has you groaning. "Stop pretending you don't."
"Haven't you got enough?" you bite back. "The brothel girls? Rosalia?"
His forehead presses against yours, both damp from the suffocating heat of the evidence locker. 
"Don't want them," Peña grunts. "Want you."
You want to argue, you want to push him from you but that delicious pleasure is building within you.  The sound of your flesh smacking together in the locker is obscene, but it turns you on in a  way you can’t explain.
"You feel so..." you whimper, trying to focus on what to say while your body keeps cresting.  "I'm gonna-"
Before you can say more your orgasm overtakes you, ripping through you like a stripe of white hot heat. Javier watches as your body arches against his, covering your mouth with his hand once more as you rut against him. You cry out against his palm, hot and urgent. 
Don't want them. Want you.
Javier watches you climax, his brows saddling as he groans. To him there is nothing sexier than you coming because of him. You give little whimpers, little jolts as you come down, your eyes heavy as you look at him. 
He removes his hand slowly from your mouth, lowering it to his side. You're chest heaves as you pant heavily, your body loose. 
Javier pulls himself from you, tucking his still hard cock into his jeans. You continue standing there against the fence, eyes blinking in a daze. 
His hand goes back to your face, trailing his fingers along the curve of your soft cheek before tilting his mouth towards yours. 
"Osita, I-"
You swerve from him, bending down to retrieve your panties and hosiery. You pull them both on before slipping into your heels. Javier watches this all quietly, the fingers of his left hand laced in the chain link. 
"I'll see you at dinner tonight," you offer, your legs shaky. 
Javier says nothing as you leave him.
///
You decide on deviled eggs as something to bring this evening. Something simple that you think the Murphy's will like. 
Despite your parting words in the evidence locker today, you think there's no way Javier will actually come to dinner tonight. He knows you're coming with Brad. The frustrating thing is that Javier and Steve live in the same building.
You remember Javier’s unit. You hold your breath as you pass his door, heading up the stairs to the Murphy’s.
"You made it," Connie says brightly opening the door. Brad holds the deviled eggs as she pulls you into a tight hug. 
"Wouldn't miss it," you enthuse with a smile. 
"C'mon in, you wanna glass of wine?"
"Sure."
You enter into the apartment, taking in the tasteful decorations, the warm colored paint on the walls. 
It strikes you that despite Javier and Steve having the same apartment layout in the same building, this one is so warm and homey. Javier's looks so sterile, aside from that colorful crochet blanket over his sofa.  
Stop thinking about him.
You take the wine glass from Connie, greeting Steve as he comes from the kitchen to say hello. 
"Glad you could make it Brad," Steve says shaking his hand. 
"Same here."
You watch the two of them and smile. Brad is so handsome, so confident. You like being on his arm. They chat casually, the two of them so similar in their looks and upbringing. You realize that Brad however seems to feel the need to dominate the conversation, laughing a little too loud, speaking a little too much.
But then again you might just be comparing him to someone else. Someone more laid back, someone who has an inner confidence that oozes from every pore.
Stop it.
There's a knock at the door and Connie rushes over to it. You stomach drops as you hear the door swing open.   
"Sorry I'm late." 
At the sound of his familiar rasp your stomach tightens. You don't even turn to see him enter, you just bristle. Brad has put the eggs in the kitchen and walks out to see Javier enter. 
"Hey Javier," Brad says with a grin. "Nice to see you. No Rosalia tonight?"
"Uh no," Javier sounds uneasy. "No Rosalia."
Immediately you feel your chest begin to tighten. Just hearing her name takes you back to the club and Javier's hand around her waist. Connie takes Javier's the wine bottle he's brought smiling at him and giving him a thank you.
"Beer Javier?"
"Sounds great, Con, thanks."
You follow Brad to the sofa, sure not to look over at Javier as he chats with Steve and Connie. If Brad or the Murphy's think it's odd that you two don't interact, none say anything. 
You feel your cheeks burning as you think of only hours ago with Javier between your legs. 
Brad puts his hand on your crossed knee, leaning comfortably against the sofa. You startle before giving a ghost of a smile.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," you insist. "Just a little tired." 
Steve hands Brad a beer before he drops into the sofa opposite you Brad. Javier joins him seconds later, his eye stuck on Brad’s hand on your knee. How could you fuck him hours ago and then sit there snuggled up to Brad? Why fuck Javier if you don’t want him how he wants you?
"So how's the case going?" Brad asks with his eyes bright. "I know you can't give too many details."
"Things are progressing," Javier offers huskily. "Not as quickly as we'd like but..."
He trails off before taking a swig from his beer bottle. 
"Can't say much more than that I'm afraid," Steve says with wink in your direction. You grin as Brad gives you a friendly nudge with his elbow.
"I'll see if I can get something outta this one," Brad teases you. 
"Good luck," Javier scoffs. "She's a vault."
Somehow you sense that Javier isn't talking about the case. 
"Well I have ways of making her talk," Brad says with a suggestive wink in your direction. You flush immediately feeling Javier's eyes on you. 
And that's where you make your mistake. 
Because now for the first time since he came into the apartment do you chance a look at Javier. He's staring directly at you, one hand curled over the arm of the sofa, his other hand holding his beer bottle loosely between his legs. 
He holds your gaze in his own, dark and beckoning. 
And this is when Steve senses something amiss. There's no teasing, no baiting each other. And when he thinks back to this week he realizes there's been a strange harmony at work.
No, not a harmony. A quiet. 
Steve looks between you and Javier, seeing as you two stare at one another before you're dragging your attention to your wine glass. Steve glances over to see Javier gazing at you a beat longer before his attention is on his beer bottle. 
You glance over to Murphy just in time to see as everything clicks for him. He knows something has gone on between the two of you. You see it flicker in his light eyes before his attention is back on Brad as your date launches into something about work and one of the local busts. 
The three of you listen to him as Connie darts around the kitchen. It's not long before she's summoning you all to the table she's laid out beautifully, even going so far as to fold the fabric napkins into flower shapes. 
The five of you sit at the table, giving murmurs of delight at her staging and of course Javier is seated across from you. You can feel his gaze sweeping over you every so often as you try to ignore him. 
Don't look at him.
The meal is pleasant. Connie is a marvelous cook and you enjoy every bite.  But your mind is everywhere but the conversation. It's over the table in Javier's arms. It's focusing on his wide hands as he lifts the fork to his full mouth. It's stuck on his dark eyes that sail to yours just as you tear them away. 
Brad is charming as he always is. Connie and Steve seem to really enjoy his company. You wish you could enjoy it this evening as well but it seems impossible. You consider faking a headache just so you can leave early. 
But you see how much effort Connie is put into this dinner. You know that you can't just take off. And when they tell you that they brought you over to share some exciting news, you know you have to stay.
"We wanted you to be the first here in Bogotá to know that we're expecting," Connie says with a wide grin. Steve is near tears, looking so in love with his wife that it makes your heart ache.
"That's amazing!" You burst out, eyes bright. Javier quickly gives his genuine well wishes, his smile warm.
Connie and Steve accept the well wishes from everyone at the table looking delighted.
"You want kids one day, Osita?" Brad asks you quietly.
You glance to him, eyes widening. It's a totally fair question to ask someone you're dating, you suppose. But to you it feels like too much too fast.
Before you can reply though you both turn when Javier slaps his beer bottle onto the table.  
Javier can't take it. He can't take another moment of you ignoring him. He can't take another second of another man calling you a nickname he gave you as an inside joke. 
She's not your osita," Javier snaps out loud before remembering himself.
He sees the widening of your eyes, the narrowing of Brad's. He misses when Steve and Connie exchange looks of embarrassed surprise behind their drinking glasses. 
"Well she isn't yours," Brad laughs back, nudging you with his shoulder. "Unless I'm missing something?" 
All eyes at the table are now on you. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes have dropped to the table.  You twist your fingers on your lap anxiously, willing the heat in your face to lessen. 
You can't form the words and you can't look at either of them. To look at them would reveal everything. 
Javier feels his heart picking up speed with every silent second that ticks by. You're not saying no to Brad. You're not saying no to Javier. 
Brad says your name, prompting you for an answer with a pained smile. But you can't look at him. You feel so terrible because you know there's no way he'll forgive you. No way Brad will understand that you were Javier's long before you were his, even if the agent across from you doesn't want you like you want him. 
But you can't say it. Can't put those words into the world where they'll be crushed like the wings of a butterfly. They're so too delicate, they'd never survive it. 
But your silence is its own kind of answer and when Javier softly says your name and your eyes instinctively rise to meet his, Brad sees it all. 
"Are you fucking kidding me?" 
Your eyes shoot back to the table, guilt clear from your slumped shoulders and red face. 
Brad is thunderous, looking over at Javier in shock. And Javier who never misses the chance to gloat or to mock has gone uncharacteristically quiet, his large brown eyes only fixed on your downturned face. 
"Fucking made for each other," Brad scoffs waving a loose hand between you and Javier. "The tease and the whore." 
"Whoa," Connie snaps. 
"Hey," Steve says raising a hand in Brad's direction. "That's enough, man."
"You won't fuck me but you'll fuck this walking STD?" Brad continues, ignoring Steve. He looks shocked, as if he's never been rejected before. 
Javier feels his chest tighten. You still didn't fuck Brad. There's gotta be a reason. There has to be. He wants to leap across the table and pull you into his arms. 
"You need to leave," Steve says, rising from his chair, shielding Connie. "Now."
Brad seems to remember himself, and he gives a scoff. 
"Fuck it. You're welcome to her," Brad sneers at Javier.  Then he moves his cold gaze to you in the chair. "And you just wait until I tell everyone about you and your fucking head games." 
Brad's glaring down at you but your eyes are on the table, your body curling into itself. It breaks Javier's heart to see it. 
"Get the fuck away from her," Javier says in a dark voice of warning, jerking to a stand. "Now."
Your eyes fly to him, feeling breathless. And there in his dark eyes is the fighter you know, the man that risks everything for intel, the man that doesn't take shit even from drug lords. 
Javier knows that your reputation is everything to you. He knows you want the respect of the people you work with, especially the men who pass judgment so easily on their female co-workers. And he knows something like Brad mouthing off will destroy your credibility you've spent so long accruing. 
"And if you say anything about her, if I hear one goddam thing in that office I'll make sure you're transferred to the middle of nowhere giving out parking tickets for the rest of your pathetic fucking career."
Brad knows Javier has friends in high places. He knows that the threat isn't empty and Brad for all his posturing just gives a sound of disgust before striding off, slamming the door to Steve's apartment after him.
A long stretch of silence falls over the remaining guests. Javier, who hasn't taken his eyes off of you takes his seat again before he reaches across the table to take your hand in his. 
"Are you okay?"
At the sensation of his warm hand covering yours, your jerk back as if coming out of a trance. 
"I'm sorry everyone," you say in a voice that sounds detached from you. You start to gather your purse onto your shoulder.  "He shouldn't have brought you into the middle of all that. That was so... I'm so sorry." 
"Don't go," Connie insists. "We were just gonna have dessert."
"Maybe next time," you say weakly smiling. “Congrats again you too. I’m so happy for you.”
You feel your eyes getting wet and you refuse for your colleagues to see you cry. You murmur a quick thank you for dinner and move from the table. 
Javier watches this with indecision plaguing him. Despite wanting to gather you into his arms you seem to need space. He doesn't want to crowd you with his body, he's done that in the past and he's worried you'd only see it as sexual. 
Steve is staring at Javier, his brows furrowed. Connie has lowered her wine glass to fix Javier with a matching look of confusion.
"What the fuck are you still doing sitting there?" Steve challenges. "Go after her!"
///
You're halfway down the steps when you hear your name being called. Javier jogs down the steps, his boots scraping the cement as he does and you meet him at the bottom, ironically just outside his apartment door.
"Are you okay? Really?"
"Why are you pretending like you care?" you say with a sardonic twist of your lips. You go to shoulder past him but his hand reaches out, gently holding you in place by the upper arm. 
"I do care," Javier promises and you almost think you can see sincerity there in the depths of his gaze. But you know better, Javier doesn't do sincerity. 
"Javier, we all know what this is to you. A game. A tease. Well congrats, you won the bet. And now you've won whatever game you were playing with me and Brad."
You go to leave him again, desperate to not to cry in front of him. Javier's brows saddle as you try to pull from him and he feels himself desperate to keep you close.
"Wait, baby don't-"
Baby.
You jerk back from his touch as soon as the pet name accidentally leaves his mouth. Those eyes, so limpid and open are now shuttered closed, icing Javier out. 
His hand drops as you step back. He wants to say something, anything to get that look back in your eyes. But you're already turning, walking away from him. The conversation is closed and Javier feels that wall being thrust between you two again. 
"Go back to Rosalia, Peña," you throw over your shoulder as you turn the corner. "Just don't call me when you fuck this one."
"Stop."
He says your name. Your real first name. No nicknames, no childish pronunciation. Just your first name. And for some reason the sound of it on his tongue makes you turn to see what he has to say. 
"There is no me and Rosalia," Javier tells you, his voice thick with emotion. "I haven't taken anyone to bed since Sofia." 
Besides you.
"Bullshit," you scoff. "I saw you and Rosalia leave the club together. I heard what you said."
The high of Javier’s cheeks go red. He holds his mouth to the side in embarrassment before clearing his throat.
"I invited her back to my place after the club to make you jealous. She wanted a drink, and so I poured us some whisky except I got wasted." Javier looks humiliated.  "Apparently the more I drank the more I wouldn't stop talking about you. She got pissed off. Left."
You think back to Rosalia's cold attitude to you at work. You think of her almost angrily stalking away from you at the elevator. It makes sense now.
"What were you saying about me?"
Javier goes pink around his neck. "Don't remember."
But he does. You vow to get it out of him someday. "Why were you talking about me with her?"
"Because I like you," Javier confesses. He doesn’t even try to gently approach the subject. He just lays his cards out there for you to see. He knows that this isn’t one sided. He saw it in your eyes over the dinner table.
"You like me?"
"Yeah." He nods, closing the distance between you. “A lot.”
“You like fucking me,” you correct him.
“That too,” he admits with a soft chuckle. “But not just that. I want you in my bed, in my arms, next to me at the office, laying with me on the sofa. Don't really care where I just wanna be with you." 
"But... The bet?"
"It was never about the bet," Javier tells you. "I think I just used it because I knew you didn't like me but I wanted to get closer to you. I've been crazy about you since you started here, osita."
Yes! He likes you!
No. He can't.
This is Javier Peña we’re talking about. Javier Peña doesn't do relationships. He does one night stands. He does cat houses. He does secretaries in tight sweaters. 
"Javier I think you're just confused," you say, trying to hide your disappointment. "We just have really great sex. That doesn't mean more than that."
Javier looks wounded before his eyes blaze. "If it was just sex for you why did you kiss me that morning in my apartment?"
"I-I thought you were asleep," you stutter embarrassed. 
"Yeah and you kissed me anyway," Javier says softly challenging you. "Because you like me too."
You're silent. 
"If it was just sex why would I know how you take your coffee? Or memorize what your face looks like when you're falling asleep?"Javier insists. "If it was just sex, why do I imagine where I'd take you on a date or what we'd cook for dinner?"
"Where would you take me on a date?" You ask quietly. Javier doesn't miss the small curl to the corners of your mouth. He feels his own mouth doing the same.
"Dinner at this place in Teusaquillo. Great food and wine. Then this salsa club with good music."
"I don't know how to salsa."
"I'd teach you," Javier smiles. 
You swallow at the memory of what Javier looks like dancing. You long to feel his body move against yours like that. To be out in public with him holding you to him, grinding against you.
"Then what?"
"I'd take you to the beach after sunset and we'd go skinny dipping."
"Brrrr."
"I'd keep you warm."
He can see the tension being released from your shoulders as you continue listening. You take a step towards him, closing the gap. He does the same until your bodies are inches from one another.
"What next?"
"I'd bring you here to my place," Javier says motioning to the door behind you. "We'd shower off the sand. I'd fuck you against the tile of the shower wall. Make you feel so good you'd call me papi." 
Javier doesn't miss how your cheeks flame red and your eyes glaze at this point. You let out a small giggle that warms him from the inside.
"And then I'd take you to bed and make you come as many times as possible before falling asleep with you in my arms." Javier murmurs, his hand sliding to your neck, his thumb on your jaw. "Then the next morning I'd kiss you awake and make you breakfast. Then I'd take you back to bed so I could fuck you all morning."
Your eyes are glazed and he can tell you’re imagining it all. So is he.  
"But only if you say you want it, osita," Javier murmurs. "And if you don't I'll stay away and I'll never bring it up again." 
All your breath leaves you because Javier is looking at you with those big, luminous eyes in the kind of way that promises more than sex. It promises a relationship. It promises nights curled against one another and mornings making coffee side by side. It promises whispered desire just as quickly as it promises gentle kisses awake.
And you want it all.
"Well we've already had dinner and I don't feel much like dancing," you say, your fingers absently playing with the buttons on his shirt. "And since we didn't go swimming there's no sand to wash off so... Do you think we could just do the other stuff now?"
"You sure? I don't wanna rush you," Javier's hands slide through your hair, over your shoulder. Now that you’re leaning into his hands he can't stop touching you. 
"I'm sure,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his mouth. "Take me to bed, Javi."
Javier fumbles for his keys, pushing the door open and allowing you to enter first. The door isn’t even closed behind him before his hands are around your waist, pulling you against him and kissing you with intensity.
"Want you in my bed," Javier says between kisses. "Please?"
"We've done it everywhere else," you tease, allowing him to drag you after him. "A bed might be a nice change of pace." 
Within seconds you’re both undressed and he's seated in his bed.  He’s positioned you atop his hips, cupping your face in his hands as you adjust to him, your arms coming to rest loosely on his shoulders. 
He slides into your wet and welcoming cunt, eyes half opened and mouth slack. You love how he looks when he’s unguarded. And you love how he feels. Nothing in his world feels as good as Javier Peña entering you. From the sweet clench of your pussy to the little whines that escape you when he does. 
"So fucking good," he groans against your mouth. You lick into his mouth; a small part of your subconscious remembering when you’d told him kissing was off the table. What a fucking idiot you’d been.
He rocks into you slowly, not wanting to rush this. To Javier there is nothing better than you naked in his lap, mewling and arching for him. He cups your breasts, mouth going to nibble at each nipple. You give a strangled moan at the sensation, gripping him tightly.
“Oh!”
He grins as you begin to thrust more ardently against him. His hands are spreading your thighs wide on his abdomen so he can watch your cunt sliding along his slick cock. The sight of your pussy stretched around him, dripping makes his pupils blow wide.
"That's my fucking girl," Javier groans. "So wet for papi."
Your eyes are heavy lidded and you gasp gently when his thumb comes to circle your clit as you ride him. He feels you tighten around his cock and he grins, relishing in the desire overtaking you. You’re already so close.
You give a whimper, eyes slammed shut. He watches your face morph into pleasure, head tilted as you rock against him. 
"Eyes open, baby."
Your eyes ease open to see Javier smiling softly, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he moves within you. 
"Feel good?"
"Mhmm."
You give a drunken nod that has Javier unable to hold back his smile. When you're unguarded and aroused like this he finds you completely endearing.
"Love it when my girl feels good."
"Your girl," you murmur smiling softly. The sight and sound of it makes his heart seize. You like being his. 
"My girl," he whispers back. "You like being my girl?"
"Wanted to be your girl for a while," you confess, feeling vulnerable the second it leaves your lips.
Javier response takes you by surprise. He grips you to him, rolling until your body is under his. 
He kisses your mouth gently as his hips move lazily against yours. He moves his face back, bracing himself on his forearms and holding your face so he can gaze at you as he slides into your cunt. Your eyes are on his and it makes the experience feel more potent with every thrust. This isn’t fucking. This is making love.
"Fuck you're beautiful," Javier breathes as he watches you arch against him, brows saddling as you keen. You stretch your arms above your head, feeling strangely boneless. Javier sighs, pressing sweet kisses to your breasts, then your throat as he gently drives himself deeper.
"You feel so good," you tell him, eyes glazed as your thighs cradle his hips. "You always feel so fucking good Javi."
Javi.
"I love when you say my name," Javier confesses, pressing a kiss to your mouth before sliding his hips further against yours. 
"Thought you liked it when I called you baby?" You smile. "Or papi?"
"I like whatever you call me when you're happy with me."
"I like when you call me pretty girl," you confess, cheeks flushed. You tilt your head to the side shyly and Javier's mouth is on your ear instantly. 
"Oh I know that, pretty girl," Javier teases, pressing a wet kiss to your jaw. "And it's true because you are such a pretty girl. So pretty when you come for me." 
He grins when he sees you preening under the praise. Now that he knows how you feel he's completely besotted. He rocks into you, mouth on yours as you groan under him, trying not to be too loud. But he can see the flutter of your eyelids and he knows that you’re cresting.  
"Don't have to be quiet here," he promises you, mouth grazing along your earlobe. "Wanna hear how good I make you feel. Wanna hear how hard you come for me."
And you do. You come spectacularly for him. Beautiful and raw and completely undone by him, chasing your high and capturing it in a shuddering cry. Javier is overcome by the sight, his entire body breaking out into goosebumps. You’re all his. He gets to make you feel like this.
And when you go to catch your breath and you wait for him to release himself within you, you’re confused when he slides out of you, still hard.
“Javi-“
His mouth is on your cunt within seconds, spreading your thighs luridly for him under the sheets. You pull them back, needing to watch. His dark eyes are like beckoning tunnels as he sucks at your clit.
“You’re gonna come on my tongue this time pretty girl,” he says huskily before his mouth descends between your legs again. You realize why – he never got what he wanted in the club. And you want to insist that he finish, but then his tongue swirls in a very specific spot and your hips nearly jump off the bed.
He grips your ass in his hands, burying his face further into your cunt. You feel his mouth on your clit, his nose dragging against your mound and you buck into it. Already you can feel yourself on the cusp of another orgasm.
“Feels so good baby,” you moan, hands carding through his hair. He hums his approval, his eyes rolling back in pleasure at both the use of baby and as your nails scrape along his scalp. When he lets out a small groan at your whines you feel yourself release again, whimpering when you feel him lapping at your essence.
When he’s had his fill he returns to kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips and you feel your pulse spike. You urge him onto his back, sliding down his length and taking a moment to look at him.  He’s so fucking sexy laying back against the pillow. His mouth all swollen from kissing and his hair mussed.
He grins as you begin bouncing on his cock. His hands fly to your hips, guiding you along. He makes you feel fucking amazing and you need him to feel as good as you do. Your hands splay on his chest and your eyes meet his.
“Please,” you whimper. “Fill me up baby, I need it.”
Javier growls, something animalistic at hearing those words. Echoes of the first time you slept together when you twisted your eyes to gaze over your shoulder at him and begged him to come deep.
You rock against him, breasts heaving. Your eyes never leave one anothers, not even when you see his lids growing heavy and his hips begin to stutter. You urge him to fuck you deeper, to take and take and take.
“Come for me, Javi,” you beg, your body jolting against his upward thrusts. “Please, baby.”
And he does. He comes hard, chanting your name over and over as he empties himself into you. His body releasing everything, the tension of what he thought was unrequited affection, the fury of seeing you with Brad, the deep desire he’s held for you. He releases it all.
And you take it eagerly. You rock against him until he sighs and goes boneless. Only then do you gently climb off of him, sliding into his waiting arms as he curls around you. He holds you to him, his mouth searching for yours.
“My pretty girl,” he rasps, moving his hand along the side of your face.  
“All yours,” you promise him before pressing a kiss to his smiling mouth.
You both fall into a light doze, waking some hours later to the sound of someone pulling their car into the parking lot. You stretch like a lazy cat against him and Javier holds back a sigh of contentment at waking up with you still in his arms.
“I need a drink,” you say. “I’m parched.”
Javier grins at you, smiling widely before kissing your mouth. “One second.”
He slips on his jeans and ducks out of the bedroom. He comes back with a warm towel and his crochet blanket. He cleans you gently, lovingly. Then he wraps you in the blanket, until just your face is peeking out at him. It reminds him of the first night you spent here. He kisses your nose and you blush.
"Hey, so what did you tell Rosalia?"
"Fuck, not now," Javier says with an embarrassed smile. "Don't make me say it."
Javier's cheeks are flaming red and you can't help but find him completely adorable. You laugh.
"I'll let you off the hook tonight. But only because you made me feel so good." 
You walk into his kitchen, taking a seat at his table and looking over at him as he makes you a coffee. He knows how you take it. You go to tell him that you always stop drinking caffeine after two pm but he just places the mug in front of you.
“Decaf,” he explains and it’s not the drink that warms you.
He sits across from you, his eyes so soft as he gazes at you drinking from his mug. There’s something so possessive in him that relishes you wearing his blanket drinking from his mug because you’re his girl.
"I want this to be something," Javier tells you after a few minutes of silence. "Something real. Not a bet. Not a game."
"I don't think it's been a bet for a while Javier," you admit shyly. "At least not for me." 
“Me neither.”
You nod, drinking happily as your eyes go unfocussed. He knows that this happens when you’re aroused or you’re deep in thought. He hopes for the former because he intends to keep his promise.
Javier smiles as he watches you go thoughtful, acute fondness for you running through him as you glance around his home. He really likes you. You snap your fingers as if something has just occurred to you.
"Do you have a hammer and nails?"
Javier gives you a strange look before retrieving the items you requested from the hallway closet. He places them into your outstretched hand, watching as you turn and world towards the far wall by the kitchen. The blanket drags behind you as you stop by the wall where one of his framed posters leans against. He’s had it sitting against the wall for months, never knowing where to put it.
"If I'm gonna be staying over your place needs to look less like a prison cell," you tell him.
Javier tries to hold back the grin that threatens to take him over completely. You’re telling him you’re serious about him. You’re telling him you plan on staying over at his place.
He watches bemused as you drive the nail into the wall. You hang the picture up, standing back and admiring your handiwork. Javier walks over to you, eyes full of affection.
He slides his arms around you from behind, gazing at the hung picture. You walked in and you knew exactly where it should go. You lean back against his chest, warmed both inside and out by his presence.
"What do you think?"
Javier’s nose nuzzles your neck. "Beautiful. Your remarkably talented at home design."
"More talented in other things," you murmur against his cheek. You feel his lips curve into a smile, his hands coming to tug the blanket away from your body. 
"Show me?" 
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Its hours later and you’re asleep in his bed, in his arms. Your mouth is inches from his and he kisses it softly, as you did to him not so long ago when you thought he was sleeping. He watches the rise and fall of your chest, calmed by the sight.
He loves you, of that he's certain.
But he won't tell you that until months later during a movie you both hate, the two of you snuggled under that same crochet blanket on his sofa as you eat reheated Arepas.
Years later when your belly swells with his first child he'll confess to you what he told Rosalia that drunken night. That he was so in love with you he couldn't stand it. That just being near you made him feel safe and right. That no one made him feel like you do.  
"I bet I loved you first," you'll offer with a cheeky grin, but your eyes will be glazed with emotion. 
"No more bets," Javier will reply grinning before kissing you.
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