#javier peña x reader smut

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javier peña x f!reader

warnings: nsfw. 18+. smut. like actually just filth.

you've made peña make a lot of noise.

the grunts when you've let him fuck you on his desk. papers scattering, burying your own cries of his name against his neck out of fear some poor cleaner will think someone is being murdered.

but then there's the time you corner him in an empty room, desperate for him as much as he is for you, and he tells you "Hermosa, wanna make you feel good", but you're already undoing his pants and getting on your knees. and fuck, that look in his eyes and the moan he elicits when you free him—mouth not even wrapped around him yet.

but, when your lips wrap around his cock, fuck it's guttural. comes from somewhere deep within. it's a grunt and a moan combined, a snarl as you take as much of him down your pretty little throat and handle the rest with your hand. the noises only increase when he opens his eyes to look down at you, spit and his spend collected all over your chin, your skirt risen up to cut into the top of your thighs, fucking eager for him to fill your mouth. you're ruined, a mess, an absolute fucking disgrace but you don't care. not about the way your makeup is ruined; you're likely to need to shower even if he hasn't touched you.

then, there's later. when you've thrown your keys into the bowl, undoing buttons on your blouse as you round the corner to the kitchen. not knowing he's already there, already home, all but surprised to find him waiting, a coffee brewed and already half drunk. but, that's forgotten when your own whimper paints the air, it turning into an oomf when he pulls you flush, mouth sliding over yours with expertise as his fingers dig into cloth-covered flesh as though he wants your body to blend into his.

you whine when he pushes his cock into you, when your back is flush to his chest and you can hear the low pants he's trying to bury and conceal. but you want to hear him, a thing you tell him—practically command, a thing alone that makes him hiss your name into your ear as his hand grasps your hip.

then, you're bathed in moans, wrapped in them, newly baptised in the sounds you're making him make as you clench and tell him how good he feels, how big he is, that you're his as he grunts into your ear, nose against your hairline as he spills inside of you.

but those sounds are different from the ones he makes when his tongue circles your clit. when his mouth sucks and his tongue lathes across your core. when he's pressing fingers inside of you as you arch into him, a curse, cry and whimper of words that somehow make a sentence as he makes you come again. it's only smothered by the noises your body makes as he buries his face against you, as he moans into your pussy, more so when you pull on his hair. when you yank it between your fingers and come, blinded by white as your body tremors and shakes.

but, still, the best noise that you pull from javier peña is the curse-wrapped moan he released when you stripped for him that first time. when you stood in front of him, nervous as fuck and naked.

that one, fuck that one, is burned into your fucking mind.

[mellowswriting]

Hiiii! First of all let me tell you that i love all your Javier Peña fics omg you keep us the Javi girlies fed!!!!

And second! I saw that your requests were open and i had to come here! would you ever consider writing something about Javi being possesive bc some guy’s flirting with reader but she doesn’t realize until much late and he gets jealous and overall breeding kink bc he wants to make her all his and put a baby in her so everyone knows who she belongs to!

his girl

pairing || Javier Peña x fem!Reader

word count || 3.6k

summary || There's a possessiveness that strikes a man once he finally has everything he's ever wanted. Javier soothes that animal feeling by marking you - his ring on your finger, his initial hanging at your throat, his marks sucked into your skin. But lately, it just isn't enough. Luckily, he has the perfect plan. He's putting a baby in your belly.

content || SMUT, jealousy, possessiveness, explicit breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex/manhandling, aftercare, praise, massages, husband!Javi being an absolute menace, unbeta'd and unedited (written largely while having covid, so bear with me babes)

a/n || has this sat in my inbox for a humiliating amount of time? yes. did I have a blast finally writing it? absolutely. I am forever and ever in love with husband!Javi

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Javier loves watching you. He has from the very beginning, long before he could even call you his. From the very moment you started occupying the desk across from him, he has loathed taking his eyes off of you. He took note of the little things. The way you threw your head back and laughed at Murphy’s awful jokes. The furrow of your brow as you read over a file. The smile you flashed him when your eyes locked from across the room. You consumed him right from the start. Those glimpses grew more personal as he gravitated toward you, unable to resist the pull of that warm smile and the spitfire burning in your blood. The grumpy expression you wear in those first weary moments after waking. The dramatic glance you give him when you overhear a couple arguing in the grocery store. The feeling of your weight sinking into him as you fall asleep in the bed you share.

No matter how much time passes, he still finds himself enamored by the very sight of you. A glass of whiskey sweats on the table in front of him, relatively untouched. He’s too busy eying you from across the bar to bother with it. You look so beautiful in the low light, chatting and smiling with your girls as you wait for the bartender. He can’t even guess the number of times he’s seen you in this bar, wearing that pretty little dress, but it doesn’t matter. You catch his eye every time.

There’s only one problem. He isn’t the only one looking.

Possessiveness comes naturally to a man who finally has everything he wants. It flares in his chest, hot and untamed, as a man settles against the bar beside you. The man says something to catch your attention and leans closer with a flirtatious smile - and Javier has to bite back the urge to rip his throat out. The man must be oblivious to the ring on your finger and the ‘J’ hanging from the thin gold chain around your neck. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. Javier grits his teeth and tries to be patient.

He lasts less than five minutes.

Your eyes light up when you spot him shouldering his way through the crowd. The urge to kiss that dazzling smile off your lips is irresistible. His name just barely leaves you before his hands find the familiar curve of your waist and tug you close. He kisses you, softly at first. His hand cradles your jaw and you melt into him, your fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist. Your breathing stutters in your chest. Javier swears he gets high off the ease with which you sway for him.

The parting of your lips is an invitation he takes without hesitation. You tug him closer by the front of his shirt as he deepens the kiss. The way you cling to him sends a thrill of arousal through him. He can’t help but tighten his grip at your waist, pinning you back against the bartop just slightly. Javier eagerly drinks in the little moan he pulls from you. Fuck, he knows he has to stop before he bends you right over this damn bartop. He gives you one last kiss, short and sweet, before he reluctantly pulls away. You look up at him with those bright eyes and a tipsy little smile.

He gives your waist a little squeeze. “So, who’s your new friend?”

“Huh…? Oh!” You brush off the haziness with a little shake of your head. “This is… um, James! He’s Maria’s brother.”

“Nice to meet you.” Javier curls a covetous arm around your waist and holds you close. He offers his other hand to James and when the man shakes it, he makes sure to squeeze. Hard. He tries not to look too proud of himself. A song comes across the bar’s speakers, something familiar with a good beat. “Well, I hate to cut this short but my wife looks like she needs a dance.”

James is smart enough to take the hint and get the hell out of there.

You let out a knowing laugh as Javier tugs you into the crowd. “What was that about?”

“I need an excuse to dance with my girl?” He asks, the picture of innocence.

It doesn’t take long for you to forget the whole thing once he gets his hands on you. Javier can feel the shift in your energy. Every gentle, lingering touch only makes you melt into him more. You lean back into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder. He can smell your shampoo and perfume, and the feeling of your hips swaying against him makes his cock twitch.

Your dress twists in his greedy grip as he shamelessly gropes your ass and your drunken giggle is music to his ears. He has to force himself not to be too rough. The soft, lacey fabric falls delicately at your waist, all flowy and beautiful. He loves this dress on you - and so does every other man in this bar. Javier spots James watching the two of you from across the room and that familiar need to stake his claim flares.

His hand drifts up from your waist to your chest and his fingers trace the little gold ‘J’ that hangs there before going higher. His fingers wrap around your throat and you don’t even open your eyes. Your trust is so painfully clear and it makes his cock even harder. He tilts your head to the side, plants a hot kiss against your pulse point, and you melt even more for him. James averts his gaze, his cheeks bright red.

Pride and possessiveness vie for control, an unwinnable fight between his love of showing you off and the unbearable need for everyone to know exactly who you belong to. The ring on your finger, his initial at your neck - it just isn’t enough.

The idea takes root before his rational mind can stop it. Instinct and pure possessiveness blend into one rabid, desperate need: he needs to knock you up. The mere image is enough to have him grinding his cock against your ass without shame. Your belly swelling with the baby he planted there. The flowy fabric of this dress stretching over your stomach until it doesn’t fit. Huddling up with you in those tiny dressing rooms as you try on new clothes. His baby on your hip and another growing in your belly. The undeniable proof of who exactly you belong to - his wife, the mother of his children. His, his his.

“Every man in this bar has been eying you up all night,” Javier grumbles.

“Ah, that’s what this is about…” You say indulgently. “Feeling jealous?”

“They think they have a chance if I’m not glued to your side. That pretty ring on your finger is just a challenge to them.” The annoyance rings clear in his voice. You turn around in his arms, a teasing smile on your pretty face. He knows just how much you love it when he gets like this. His arms tighten around you. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll make sure they know you belong to me.”

“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows. “And how are you doing that?”

Javier tightens his arms around you until your chest is flush with his. The smirk fades from your face, quickly replaced with something softer, more curious. He leans closer until his lips brush your ear, his voice low and dripping with sin. “I’m gonna take you home and put a baby in your belly.”

He watches the realization wash over you - the way your breath catches and your eyes go all wide. The buttons of his shirt twist in your hand where you cling to him. Your eyes flick back and forth as you study his face, obviously trying to gauge his seriousness. There isn’t a hint of humor or halfheartedness to be found.

“Fuck… I- really? Are you serious?” You whisper. Anticipation curls tight in his belly. Javier grabs your jaw, his touch gentle as he keeps your attention solely on him.

“Not letting you out of that bed ‘til I knock you up.” He murmurs as his thumb traces the line of your bottom lip. You draw in a shuddering breath, your pupils blown out as you look up at him with an expression he knows all too well. All tender, lush with softness and submission. “Everyone will know exactly who you fuckin’ belong to with my baby growing in your belly.”

Your eyes flutter shut, a vain attempt to steady yourself. “Javi…”

“Yeah?” He whispers. “What do you think?”

“I think…” You lock eyes with his. “I think you need to take me home. Now.”

A thrill surges through him. He couldn’t get you out of there faster, even if he tried.

The front door barely closes before you kick off your heels and take off toward the bedroom. Adrenaline rushes through you at the sound of Javier hot on your tail. Your laughter echoes through the hall as he chases you down. The bedroom is just in your sight when you feel his arms wrap around your waist and he yanks you up off of your feet - just to prove that he can. Picture frames rattle against the wall where he pushes you up against it. He shoves his thigh between your legs and the pressure against your aching cunt sends pleasure arcing up your spine. The kiss he gives you is hot and frenzied, searing pure desire into your skin.

You don’t hesitate to grab a handful of his hair, which has finally grown out enough to show off those pretty curls you adore. Javier moans and that deep, rich rumble sends you into overdrive. You grind against his thigh, the thin cotton of your underwear all that separates you from the friction you truly crave. A sharp nip of his teeth against your lower lip makes you gasp but he soothes you with a skillful swipe of his tongue.

He breaks the kiss, only to gift his attention to the long line of your throat. The blunt edge of his teeth digs into the place where your neck and shoulder meet. You know there will be a mess of marks all over your skin at this rate, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you know that you will bear an indisputable mark of his claim soon enough. Heat courses through you at the thought. Javier finally relents and leans back to take in his handiwork, seeming satisfied with the latest hickey on your throat. Your hand absentmindedly strokes the mark he just left and his eyes track the movement, a smirk growing on his handsome face.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He murmurs. “I’m only getting started.”

The grip he has on your waist is bruising as he walks you back toward the bed. You let yourself get lost in the way he manhandles you onto the bed, your thighs spread to welcome his body between them. The image of him standing over you is breathtaking - the fire burning in his eyes, the kiss-bitten quality to his lips, the flush that has overtaken his neck and chest. You don’t get long to admire him before he falls to his knees and pushes the skirt of your dress up to your waist. He yanks you closer to the edge of the mattress and a startled sound comes from you - but it melts away into a moan as he tongues your cunt over your soaked panties.

“Fuck,” You sigh, your hand snaking down to bury in his hair. Instinct drives your hips to buck up into that sinful mouth and Javier rewards you with an eager groan. The telltale pop of seams meets your ears a mere millisecond before your husband tears through the lace underwear you wore just for him. You gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair. “What the fuck are you - oh, fuck.”

“Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock, amor.” He murmurs.

The wet heat of his mouth against your bare cunt steals the fight right out from under you. He doesn’t falter as your thighs wrap around his head - in fact, it only encourages him. He eats you out like a man starved, like your dripping cunt is the only sustenance he could ever need. If you weren’t so strung out on pleasure, you would be embarrassed by the sounds he pulls from your body - wet, desperate, filthy sounds. His tongue circles over your clit in steady strokes that have you shivering with white-hot pleasure.

You can’t resist the temptation to look at him. Those dark eyes gleam at you from between your thighs, feverish with lust. Two thick fingers slip inside you and hook upwards, finding that sweet spot with practiced ease. A violent shudder rocks through your body as he drives you closer and closer to that edge. He needs it almost as much as you do - you know just from the glint in his eyes. Pure hunger, pure devotion. He moans in encouragement as you grind into his touch, easily rocking in sync with your movements. You can practically read the words running through his head.

C’mon, sweet thing. Let go. Come for me.

That ever-tightening coil in your belly finally snaps. Every nerve ending lights up with the pleasure that surges through you, leaving you a trembling, whining mess beneath him. Little sparks flicker through your core with every lingering caress of his fingers and lick of his tongue. It isn’t until you push his head away that he finally relents. You sink into the shivery haze of it all, the weightless, floating feeling he always brings out in you. Bliss surrounds you in every gentle stroke of his fingers and sweet praise that leaves his lips.

Javier’s hands deftly unzip the back of your dress and slip it from your body, your bra quickly following it onto the floor. You shiver at the chill of the air against your sweat-slick skin, but he’s quick to remedy that. You swear your husband burns hotter than a damn furnace, but you welcome the heat of his bare skin against yours. He showers you with attention as you come down. Messy kisses leave wet marks along your chest and throat. His warm hands wander and squeeze at your thighs and waist - any soft, supple flesh he can get his greedy hands on.

His fingers nudge your jaw up and he captures your lips in a lazy kiss, all tongue and sweetness. It’s too easy to get lost in the heat of it - the easy caress of his tongue, the grip of his fingers holding you right where he wants you, the rough brush of his stubble. He steals the breath from your lungs and breathes life back into you in the same second. Intoxicating - that’s the only way you can describe the attention he gives you. Need still thrums through you, even with the sensitivity still pulsing through your body.

Javier groans as you pull his body flush against yours, the heavy weight of his cock resting between your thighs. He pulls back and takes in the sight of his cock gliding along your slick cunt. He’s transfixed as he slowly thrusts against you, those big hands palming your ass eagerly. The head of his cock nudges your clit and you whine, your body jerking with the overstimulation.

“Shh, I got you, baby,” He murmurs, his voice low and rough with lust. Anticipation sings in your veins, only to be dashed as he keeps rocking his hips at a devastatingly slow pace. Your voice breaks around his name, every ounce of need bled into your tone, but Javier just smirks down at you. He squeezes the soft flesh of your thighs. “Use your words, baby.”

“Fuck, please” Heat rushes to your cheeks and floods your core at his teasing words. Javier shakes his head and tuts at you, unmoving in his ploy to get exactly what he wants. Your teeth tug at the soft pillow of your bottom lip before soothing the mark with a careful swipe of your tongue. His gaze follows the movement, his own lips parting as he takes you in. You take advantage of the distraction with ease. Those deep eyes flit back to your own as your fingers brush his cheek. The touch draws him closer, his nose nearly brushing yours.

“Put a baby in me. Let me make you a daddy.”

An animalistic sound leaves Javier’s chest, something rough and feral and promising. Javier sinks into the slick heat of your cunt in one easy thrust, not stopping until his cock presses snugly against your cervix. It damn near drives you crazy - the stretch, the stimulation, the pleasure-pain of almost too much. Your hips jerk, your body instinctively pulling away from the overstimulation.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” Javier grits out as his hands take a firm grip on your waist, holding you in place as he presses even deeper. The whine that leaves you feels pathetic but you can’t help it. Not when he’s so fucking deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. “No running, mama. You’re gettin’ what you begged for.”

The words that hang at the tip of your tongue disappear as he pulls back a few inches only to fill you all over again. Your nails find purchase in the taut muscle of his shoulders as he sets a devastatingly languid pace. He retreats just enough for you to feel the loss before he sinks as deep as your body can take him. Every thrust forces a broken sound from your lips, sounds that only encourage him to take you apart piece by piece.

Pleasure scorches your belly, reignited into an uncontrollable blaze under your husband’s tender hands. It hurts so good - you can’t help but cling to him and roll your hips in time with his. You meet him touch for touch. He pushes, you pull. He gives, you take - and take and take and take. It only fuels his need to take you apart that much more. His hands slip to the small of your back and curve your ass up at that perfect angle to make you see stars.

“Too much, too much - fuck, Javi!” You babble through the onslaught.

“It’s not enough, baby,” Javier whispers. The wet heat of his mouth against your ear makes you shiver. “Can never get enough of you.”

The hard edge of his pelvis grinds against your sensitive clit and your body jolts under the rush of pleasure. Your body fights it, fights him, but your squirming is something he handles all too well. He pins you into the sheets with his weight, his thrusts devolving into sharp grinds that make you cry out beneath him. He can feel it in every pulse of your cunt.

“That’s it,” The low growl in his voice makes you tremble. “Come for me, little mama.”

Your eyes roll and your vision whites out as a second orgasm crashes over your body. It feels like something breaks - something gushing and hot and wet. You can hear the soft sounds of praise somewhere underneath the blood rushing in your ears. It isn’t until your double vision finally comes back together that you feel it - every hot pulse of his cock inside of you, intensified by the way your cunt milks him for every last drop.

You welcome the full weight of his body sinking into you. Javier buries his face in your neck with a soft grunt. Goosebumps follow every sloppy kiss he presses there, praise murmured between every pass of his lips. You don’t know just how long you lay there soaking it in but soon enough, the ache in your hips interrupts the bliss.

“Javi,” You nudge his hip with your knee but he doesn’t budge. “Javi,”

“Mm,” He grunts as he cranes his head back to take a look at you.

“M’ sore, baby. Gotta get up.” You murmur.

Javier drags himself off of you with a groan and before you can do more than flex your legs, he maneuvers you up onto the bed. You can’t help but chuckle as he gets you settled against the mountain of fluffy pillows and immediately crowds against you once more. You cradle his face in your hands and draw him closer, your nose brushing his. His lips part in a quiet sigh as his gaze flits over your face. A tender, aching devotion lays bare on his own. You can see it all - the pride, the wonder, the love. You card your fingers through his hair, pushing the dark, overgrown curls away from his pretty face. Javier kisses you soft and slow, a low hum of happiness rumbling through him.

Something warm and happy settles in your chest as he eases you onto your stomach and sets to work rubbing your shoulders and back. His thumbs dig into every knot he comes across, working you into a melted mess of happiness. He’s so good at taking care of you, your lovely husband. So thorough, so attentive. For the millionth time, you’re struck by how lucky you are. You couldn’t imagine a better man to raise a family with.

“You’re going to be such an amazing dad, sweetheart.” You murmur drowsily. His hands pause where they were working at a particularly stubborn knot in your lower back. A deep breath shudders through him and suddenly, he’s straddling your thighs. His cock twitches against your ass and you wiggle against him despite your exhaustion. You can’t help but tease him. “Already, Javi? I don’t know…”

“Shh, just one more…” He murmurs, his voice dark and lusty as he manhandles you onto your stomach. He squeezes your thighs and moans low in his chest. “Let me do all the work, honey. Just one more and it’ll take, I know it…”

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Yes, Mr President.

There's an endless amount of things you shouldn't do as the President of the United States. Defiling the Oval Office is definitely one of them.

Author's Note - oh boy. buckle in. this is entirely inspired by the fitz / scandal edits that are all over my tiktok currently. i'd be very interested in politics if javier was my president <3 as always, reblogs and comments are always greatly appreciated x

Pairing - President!Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 2074

Masterlist. Requests.

You've always been a sickeningly good liar.

"I'm just bringing some papers he requested," is what you tell the security guard at the end of the hallway as you push past.

I'm about to get railed by the President of the United States in the Oval Office, is what you mean.

Your kitten pumps click against the wooden floors as you stride fiercely towards the heavy wooden door. Luckily, security posts themselves at the end of the hallway. Javier has told them time and time again that he feels smothered when they stand right outside his door. It works in your favour, anyway.

You knock four times in quick succession - your secret code.

"Come in."

His low, booming voice permeates through the wood, settling in your bones. Oh, that voice.

You enter the room and lay eyes on him immediately. He looks so broad, sat in his leather chair. His shoulders fill it out completely, dwarfing the back of it. His shirt sleeves are pushed up and over his forearms, the top few buttons undone. He looks delectable.

"Hi, hermosa," he drawls. "You bring me those papers I wanted?"

"Sure did," you purr, making your way over to him. You throw the documents onto his desk and hitch a leg over so you're straddling his lap on the chair.

"Missed you," he mumbles against your lips, warm hands grabbing at your hips to pull you closer so you're chest to chest.

"You saw me this morning," you chuckle, resting your forehead against his.

"I saw you in a foreign affairs meeting this morning. It's not the same."

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, revelling in the content sigh you let out. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging gently. He groans, and the vibrations of the sound settle in your core.

You grind your hips forward, searching for any friction you can find. Javi helps you, rocking you over his lap.

"Oh, you look so pretty like this, honey," he drawls. "You love this, don't you? The thrill of being caught turns you on, doesn't it?"

All you can do is whine in response.

"It'd be a national scandal," he continues lowly. "I bet they'd all think I seduced you. But that's not the truth, is it, baby?"

When you don't answer, he grabs your hips roughly, holding you so you are no longer able to move.

"Answer me, pretty girl. That's not the truth, is it?"

"No," you whine.

"No, what?"

"No, Mr President."

Hearing his title fall from your lips all pretty makes him moan, head thrown back and gorgeous neck exposed. You lunge forward and attack it, pressing kisses into the spots you know he likes.

"Walking around here in your tight skirts, those button up blouses. Batting your eyelashes at me like butter wouldn't melt. If only they all knew, huh? If only they knew how filthy you are."

Your hands fly to his shirt, fingers trembling as you try to undo the buttons. He chuckles as he watches you struggle, making no move to help you.

"You need help, sweetheart? All you have to do is ask. I'll give you anything you want. Anything."

You know he means it.

"Yes, sir. Help, please."

"Good girl."

He makes quick work of his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders before doing the same to yours. He presses you into him, revelling in the skin on skin contact. He's so warm and you're so soft and you both sigh at the feeling.

"Been thinking about this all day," he mumbles against your neck. His hands trace patterns up and down your spine, enjoying the feeling of your skin underneath the rough pads of his fingers.

"Me too," you whine. "You looked so big stood up there today. So broad and powerful. Wanted you to bend me over the desk in front of everyone."

He groans at your confession, and the vibrations settle in your core.

"Come here, honey," he half requests, half demands, grabbing your thighs to hoist you onto the desk in front of him. He remains sat on his chair, wheeling closer to where you're now spread out, legs apart.

"God, you look good enough to eat," he winks, rucking your skirt up and over your hips.

Javier leans forward and presses his nose into your core, inhaling deeply. It's so filthy and so intimate that you'd be cringing if you weren't so turned on.

He sucks at you through your underwear, groaning at your muffled taste. It's the one thing he can never get enough of.

"Fuck, you're so sweet," he sighs. "And to think that I'm the only person in the world that gets to taste you like this. Such a shame."

"It's not a shame," you whimper breathlessly. "It's all yours. All for you. No one else."

He moans unashamedly, gripping at the waistband of your underwear to pull them down and off. He tucks them into the pocket of his slacks, revelling in the way he can feel how wet they are against his thigh.

Without a second thought, he dives into you, tongue licking an eager stripe from bottom to top. You jolt upwards when he sucks on your clit, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him work.

You've always been turned on by the way Javi enjoys himself when he eats you out. It's as if he enjoys it as much as you do. He hums and groans in contentment the entire time, and the vibrations drive you closer and closer to the edge.

You can feel your climax licking at the base of your spine, warming you up from the inside out. Javier can feel it too, doubling down on his efforts. He's always taken pride in how easily he can get you off with just his tongue, no fingers needed.

"That's it, pretty girl," he mumbles into your core. "You're almost there, I know you are. You can do it. Come for me, honey."

You tip over the edge, back arching and hips canting. He uses a strong hand to push you back down, fingers splayed over your stomach. The other hand keeps your thighs apart, determined to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible.

You finally come down, slumping back against the desk. Your chest is heaving, breath coming in quick pants. Javi stands up and leans over you, kissing your lips gently.

"Such a good girl," he praises. "You'd let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn't you? As long as you get to come, you don't care."

As humiliating as it is, he isn't wrong. It's nothing to do with the fact he's the most influential man in the world. No, it's more to do with the fact that you feel like you've known him your whole life. The minute you met, the two of you clicked. There's always been an undeniable, unavoidable chemistry between you, buzzing away underneath everything. You're genuinely surprised no one has caught on yet.

"Javi," you whinge, grabbing at him to pull him closer.

"What is it, hermosa? What do you need, huh?"

You thread your fingers through his hair, ignoring the way your heart sings when he leans into your touch like a puppy.

"Need you," you mumble against his lips.

He kisses you again, tongue sweeping into your mouth. He bites your bottom lip, making you gasp in surprise. Chuckling lowly, he unbuttons his suit trousers, reaching into his underwear. You watch his every move, practically salivating. When he doesn't immediately do what you want, you whimper, trying to get his attention.

"You need something, pretty girl?"

You roll your eyes, unimpressed by his arrogance. You'd think that being the most powerful man on the planet would get exhausting, and that he'd want to give it up in his downtime, but no. He loves to have all the power in the bedroom, his authority not relenting for a minute.

Javier moves back to standing in between your legs, grabbing your hips and pulling you forward so you're at the edge of the desk. He swipes his length through your folds, seeing how far he can tease you before you'll break. You wiggle your hips, willing him to get the message.

"You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?" he asks, condescension dripping from his tone.

You nod your head frantically, but Javier won't let up.

"Beg."

You think, for a second, that you've misheard him. Usually, all you have to do is whine a little, pout your bottom lip, look at him with your big doe eyes. His long day has clearly taken its toll on him.

"... What?" you ask meekly.

"You heard me. Beg."

If this was any other man, any other situation, you'd be laughing in his face and storming out of the room. But this isn't just any man. This is Javier. Javier Peña, President of the United States of America.

You relent embarrassingly quickly.

"Please," you whine. "Please, Javi, baby. Fuck me. Please, I need it. I need you."

His gaze sweeps you up and down slowly, surveying you carefully. He must be feeling generous, because he decides to take mercy on you.

"Okay, sweet girl. Only because you asked me so pretty."

He slides home in one smooth thrust, connecting you in more ways than one. He rests his forehead against yours, kissing you gently, tenderly.

"There we go," he coos. "That's what you needed, isn't it?"

"You're a menace," you laugh breathlessly, adjusting to him.

"You wouldn't have it any other way," he teases, kissing you again before withdrawing his hips and slamming forward.

Javier sets a steady, bruising rhythm, fingers digging into your hips to stop you from sliding off the desk. You're suddenly very grateful security are at the end of the hallway, and not directly outside the door.

One of his hands moves to rest at the base of your throat, holding you in place. As if you'd want to be anywhere but here.

"Fuck, princesa," he breathes. "Can never get enough of this. Of you."

His hips pick up in pace, fingers tightening on your neck. The lack of oxygen is making your vision fuzzy around the edges, allowing everything to feel more intense. Your climax is building rapidly, racing through your veins.

"Can feel you squeezing me, honey," Javier groans. "You're so close. Almost there, baby, come on. You gonna come with me? Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes, Mr President," you pant breathlessly. "Please, Javi. Please."

"Come with me, pretty girl. Let me feel you. That's it, atta girl."

Javier releases his grip on your neck at the exact moment your orgasm hits you. The oxygen rushes back into your lungs and you see stars, gripping onto his biceps for dear life. He finishes with you, groaning as his head falls forward to rest on your shoulder.

The two of you are panting, chests heaving and sweat dripping down your backs. You run your fingers through his hair, revelling in how soft it is, how the ends are curling because it's getting longer.

After a few minutes, you come back to reality, realising it's probably much later than you initially thought.

"What time is it?" you whisper against his temple.

He pulls back to check the clock on the wall behind you.

"11:18pm."

"Shit," you groan.

"Yeah," he agrees.

Javi pulls out of you with a wince, and tucks himself back into his trousers. He wraps a strong arm around your middle and helps you off the desk, setting you on shaky legs. He finds your shirt and buttons it up for you, before doing his own. Sitting back down in his chair, he runs his fingers through his hair.

"I should go," you admit reluctantly. "We've got an early morning tomorrow. I can't meet the Texan Senator looking like I haven't slept."

Javier chuckles, eyes boring into yours. He smiles at you so genuinely it makes you want to cry.

"Goodnight, hermosa."

You gather your stuff and slip your shoes back on, making your way towards the door.

"Oh, and Mr President?"

His head immediately whips around to look at you, giving you his full attention.

"Yeah, baby?"

You turn around, one hand on the door knob. Flicking your hair over your shoulder, you rake your gaze down his body and back up again.

"Say hi to your wife for me."

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L'informateur

-The informant-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

le croque-mitaine. The boogeyman

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

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

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

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

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

God, you wanted him to do it again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[luvpedropascal]

andante, andante (18+)

Pairing: Javier Peña x afab!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, age gap, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), kissing

A/N: Virginity is a construct and the reader has been nervous about their virginity for a while! Hopefully through writing Javi I can help more people realize that you don’t have to ‘lose’ all aspects of it in one night. Javi is very sweet and patient so prepare your hearts.

One night, after far too many refilled martinis and a conversation that strayed far from your workplace happenings, you had managed to accidentally blurt out to Javier that you liked him. You didn’t even realize what you had said in the moment — not until there was a small smile pulling at his lips and he was asking, “Let me take you out to dinner than. Tomorrow, maybe?”

Before that first date, you had a grueling crush on him for months. How couldn’t you? He was the older, handsome, polite agent who didn’t just brush you off and send you out for coffee like the others did. The internship you had taken had proven to be quite boring and you weren’t getting half of the experience you were promised, but Javier did his best to let you in on what he could.

Nothing could have prepared you for how sweet and gentle Javier was in your relationship. From the first date, he was the biggest gentleman, never pushing you to do anything, always giving you the space you needed. After a particularly handsy make out session when you told him you didn’t have much experience, if any, he had assured you that the two of you could take it as slow as you needed.

Javier really liked you. He wanted you to feel safe your first time — feel comfortable and cared for. In the past, he’d driven head first into sex, but that was all meaningless sex. With you, he was hooked. He wanted you for as long you’d take him.

He doted on you, completely and wholeheartedly. When you had asked him to come over earlier that night, he had arrived bearing two bags of food from your favorite restaurant in town, as well as a box of the tea you mentioned you wanted to try a few days ago.

You had ended up in Javier’s lap quickly after eating, his hands on your hips warm as he smiled up at you, listening to every word you had to say between soft, stolen kisses. Unlike everything in his life, you were stable — stable in the way you laid in his lap practically every night, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck and subtly reminding him that you were there.

He wanted you bad. Obviously, he wouldn’t act until you were ready, but hearing you squirm in his lap as he kissed you tonight had him overwhelmed. The two of you had done nothing more than what you could call heavy petting, but even the noises you made during that had him losing his mind.

When your hips met his in a slow grind and you whimpered out that soft “Javi” he had to pull back from you to prevent himself from getting too worked up. He didn’t want anyone else to call him by his nickname again, not after hearing the way you called it so sweetly.

“Baby, I think we should slow down,” he breathed out, fingers stroking your arm gently, grounding himself and you. He was flushed, cheeks a little red and breath moving a little quicker — just the sight of him so disheveled made you laugh. Javi had been abstaining all this time with you, so even this could get him worked up.

The sound of your giggle pulled at his heart, like everything you did, and he looked absolutely devastated. “Can we keep going? Just, you know, step by step.. See what happens,” you asked.

Javi took in a breath, thumb stroking your cheek gently as he smiled devilishly, “I can tell you what’ll happen, cariño, but I don’t want to be a tease.”

You laughed softly, swatting at his chest and kissing him again like it was the easiest thing in the world. When you pulled away, your eyes were a little bit darker, more serious.

“I want this, Javi. I mean, if you want it too,” you murmured and he looked almost offended for a split second, “If I want it? Fuck, baby, I want you so bad, you have no idea. But it’s not about me, it’s about you. Do you know what you want? What you’re ready for?”

Your cheeks felt hot all of a sudden and he noticed your pause, “Or we can just pick up where we left off and see what happens. Don’t want you overthinking this, baby.”

Javi’s hands fell back to your hips and he nudged your nose with his own, making you smile again and slotting his lips over yours in a soft, yet hungry kiss. Your hands on his jaw were so warm, fingertips just barely grazing his neck. He felt you part your lips for him, a silent request for him to take the lead, and he happily obliged, the taste of you making him groan softly.

His back was sliding down the couch as your intensity shifted, your hips beginning to rut into his again in that deliciously slow way.

“Fuck, baby,” Javi whispered, kissing your chin first before leading a hot trail of kisses down your neck. Your soft gasps had him growing in his pants fast and when you gripped his shoulders for stability, trying to grind faster, he cursed under his breath again.

Your hands were tugging at the fabric of his shirt and Javi nipped at your collarbone just enough to get another pretty sound out of you.

“Please, can I take this off?” Was what you asked, and he was pulling his thin t-shirt off within seconds. Gently, he laid you down on the couch, smiling down at you when you took a second to wiggle around and find a comfortable position.

The sight of him hovering over you like this, tan skin glowing under the soft light of the lamp across the room and just so broad above you, had you squirming again. He was looking at you with so much affection, like if he didn’t kiss you or feel you soon, he’d light up in flames.

But if this was as far as the two of you would ever go, Javi would die a happy man. Seeing you like this, absolutely radiant beneath him, was all he needed.

“Mi vida,” he murmured, the tip of his nose tracing the bridge of yours, “You’re so beautiful.”

He watched your eyes fall to his lips out of shyness before you were wrapping your arms around him again, pulling him into another kiss. You smiled into the kiss when you felt his hands slip under your shirt just a little bit, his fingers warm against your skin. Sitting up, you pulled your shirt up and off, barely breaking the kiss as you did.

Javi groaned out as his head fell to your chest, “So pretty, baby.” His lips traveled all over your chest and stomach, leaving small marks in his favorite spots subconsciously, which left you pretty much covered in love bites. Your hands fell to his hair, playing with it gently as you watched him crawl further down, even worshipping the sides of your hips.

When he looked back up, your heart jumped with how soft his eyes looked. “Can I take these off?” he asked, tugging gently at the hem of your shorts.

You nodded, pushing a stray curl out of his eyes. He pulled your shorts down slowly, giving you time to back out and leaving soft kisses on each new inch of skin exposed. Once they were off, he smiled again, his lips pressed to your inner knee, “Look at you.”

Opening your eyes, you looked down at him a little breathless. Just those kisses to your thighs and hips had you worked up and aching for him. He was taking his time, marking your inner thighs and holding them apart gently when they started to shake a little bit.

“Javi please.. I- Do something, anything. Please, I’m ready,” you whimpered and he looked up at you, his eyes hooked on your lips, which were puffy from all the kissing.

He nodded after a second, “Okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

Still, he was going to take it slow, as to not overwhelm you. He climbed back up to you so he could kiss you, silently thanking you for trusting him, and his hand brushed your thighs, barely ghosting over your clothed center. He could feel the heat radiating off of you when he gently cupped you, pressing his forehead to yours as he started to slowly rub you through the fabric of your underwear.

The softest whimper fell from your lips and you leaned into him more, hands clutching his shoulders. His hand was so big against you, fingers light as he worked you up slowly. You had never been touched like this before and it was starting to drive you crazy quickly. The already damp fabric of your underwear was becoming more and more ruined by the second.

Javi could smell you, and it was driving him crazy. If you let him, he’d taste you tonight — take you apart and put you back together as many times as he could. He looked into your eyes as he asked, “Can I take these off, baby?”

You nodded through a soft whine and his heart swelled as he pulled your underwear down your legs, seeing the way your heat was glistening for him. He cursed under his breath, burying his face in the softness of your stomach before looking back up at you, eyes absolutely devastated , “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

Despite your need for him, you laughed softly, reaching down to stroke his hair again. He leaned into your touch, kissing your palm gently before lacing his fingers through yours, “Can I use my mouth, amor? We can stop whenever you want, you just say the word.”

As much as you were nervous about how you tasted or smelled and whatnot, you needed him more and you knew he’d take care of you, so you nodded gently, “Go ahead.”

Javi found himself between your thighs, spreading them gently with his shoulders and keeping his hand entwined with yours on your stomach. He kissed and nibbled at your thighs again, inching closer to your center. His kisses were open, tongue peaking out and tasting your skin, suckling gently at the sensitive skin at the crease of your hip.

Then he was looking up at you, gauging every reaction as his lips and tongue found their way home. You were so vocal, a mess of whimpers and soft moans as his tongue swirled over your sensitive clit. Your free hand was in his hair, holding him down desperately and begging him for more, even though you could barely think straight.

“Javi- Fuck, that’s so good,” you cried out, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

The taste of you had him moaning against you, mumbling quiet praises to you as you writhed under him. His free hand came up, thumb circling your clit as his tongue dipped to prod at your entrance. He could taste you even better this way and he nearly stopped to take it all in, but he didn’t want to forgo your pleasure.

He gave your hand a squeeze, “You want my fingers, baby?”

You nodded quickly and he chuckled at how eager you were, giving your clit a gentle kiss before letting one finger dip inside you slowly. Immediately, you were trying to buck your hips up, your lip pulled between your teeth as you melted back against the pillows again.

He curled his finger inside of you at the end of each stroke, his tongue finding it’s place against your clit again. One finger became two and soon you were tightening around him, thighs shaking and trying to close around his head as you cried out a little, “M’close.”

Javi didn’t stop for a second, keeping his pace steady, right where you liked it until you were gushing around his fingers, calling his name so sweetly again. Your chest heaved with your orgasm, legs quivering when he finally pulled away with a boyish grin on his lips. He didn’t pull back far, leaving kisses all over your thighs as he whispered, “You taste so fucking good cariño, I thought I was gonna lose it.”

Your eyes were closed, cheek pressed against the velvet of the pillow beside you, the softest smile forming as you came back to reality. When you opened your eyes, Javi was crawling back up to you and kissing you deeply, his big hand cupping face so tenderly. His kiss was hungry, devouring you in the most Javi way possible.

He didn’t expect anything more from you, and you could feel that in the way his lips weren’t asking you for more, just drinking you in and enjoying this moment with you. But you could feel the swell of him against your thigh, straining in his pants, and you wanted to make him feel just as good he made you feel.

“Javi,” you muttered between kisses, “Let me make you feel good..”

His forehead found yours and he stopped for a second, taking a deep breath, “You don’t have to, baby.”

“I want to,” you whispered, kissing his full lower lip chastely, “Just need you to show me how.”

Javi was almost embarrassed by how much your words turned him on. You couldn’t help it, but the way you asked him to show you — to guide you, had him throbbing against the seam of his pants.

He gave you a small nod, smiling almost shyly as he sat up. You followed him, sinking to your knees by the edge of the couch and asking, “Can I use my mouth?”

Brain backfiring for just a second, Javi took in the sight of you like this, on your knees for him and asking if you could suck him off.

“Fuck- Come up here, cielito. I’ll show you how,” he groaned, laying down flat in the couch and spreading his legs to make room for you. Underneath you, he was the most disheveled you’d ever seen him — all messy curls and kiss bitten lips — and you loved it.

Your hands settled on his belt buckle and looked up at him for approval, giggling when you saw him smiling up at you like a dork.

“Look at you, trying to get into my pants already,” Javi chuckled, reaching up to the cup the back of your neck and bring you in for a soft kiss, “Go ahead.”

Leaning back, you undid his pants and started to pull them down along with his boxers. He hissed a little bit, his cock painfully hard when it slapped up against the softness of his lower stomach. You laid down between his thighs, nuzzling them gently and pressing a soft kiss to every freckle you could find while you waited for Javi’s instruction.

He sat up a little bit, just to see you better, and brushed a hand over your hair, “Do whatever feels right, baby, and I’ll tell you what feels good, okay?”

You nodded, just a little dazed from all of this, and led your kisses closer to his cock. Lips hot and open now, you let your tongue trace the line of his hip bone, looking up at him to see his reactions.

The softness of your actions made Javi’s heart ache; he never thought he could want someone so bad, in so many different ways. For the first time in his life, he was desperately fighting the urge blurt out an “I love you.” But he knew he couldn’t — not now at least. Not when all of this was already so new to you.

Your lips found his cock and you kissed up from the base slowly, your lips so warm and soft that just that had Javi gripping the couch beneath him. He wanted to close his eyes, but he wouldn’t dare miss this, at least not the first time.

When you reach his tip, your lips parted and you took him in, suckling on him lightly and drawing a low moan from Javi. He pushed your hair out of your eyes gently, letting you continue however you saw fit and groaning quietly, “That’s it, querida.”

You moaned around him, enjoying the weight of him on your tongue and starting to bob your head along about half of him. Your pacing was a little awkward, so he cupped your head again, gently guiding your rhythm.

Feeling and seeing Javi crumble beneath you was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Your usually composed boyfriend had been reduced to gasped moans and was clutching the couch so hard his knuckles were close to turning white.

Deciding to take him a little deeper, you gagged from the sheer size of him and Javi beckoned you back up to how you had him before, “I don’t want you choking, baby. Take your time.”

His words made your cheeks heat up and you hummed against him, deciding to bring your hand up to stroke what you couldn’t take in your mouth. Javi was right — the two of your were learning what made the other feel good, so there was no reason to rush. Coming up for air, you took a breath before swirling your tongue around his tip, letting your hand stroke him slow and tight.

“That’s- Fuck, baby that’s so good, don’t stop. B-Breathe through your nose,” Javi whined.

You didn’t change the pace at all, following his directions and looking up at him through your lashes to watch him fall apart with each second. When your eyes met his, Javi twitched against your tongue and threw his head back for a second, mumbling something about how close he was. All it took was a few more strokes and he was falling over the edge, holding his hips back from bucking into your mouth.

He didn’t expect you to swallow, but when he felt you suckling every drop from him, he nearly came again just at the thought. Vision coming back to him, he reached for you, using his remaining strength to pull you up to him, kissing you with more passion than you’d ever felt from him. His tongue dipped between your lips, tasting himself on your tongue and groaning again.

Every press of his lips to yours was a thank you, a promise; even an “I love you” that he wouldn’t dare utter yet. He kissed down from your lips, tracing the lines of your face with his lips. Smiling under his affection, you muttered a soft ‘thank you’. A smile pulled at his lips immediately and he kissed you again, pulling you closer to lay down on top of him.

You wanted him again. You knew you were going to want him constantly now. After tonight, going all the way didn’t seem so scary anymore, and you knew if you did, Javi would make it absolutely perfect.

The heat was pooling between your legs and the warmth of Javi under you was only stirring you on. You nosed at his neck, finding the scent of his cologne there waiting for you, like it always did. When your lips found that sweet spot on his neck, he sighed under you, running his fingers down the line of your back.

But maybe this was enough for tonight. If the sound of Javi’s slow breathing under you told you anything, it was that he didn’t mind taking things slow with you. He wasn’t going anywhere and you could go all the way with him another night. The two of you were going at your own pace, and nothing else mattered.

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[thatredheadwriter]

Who?

javier peña x reader

This is pure smut (with a little fluff at the end because I can’t resist). During the pursuit of recreational pleasure, you accidentally call Javier something new.

This is an NSFW blurb for female reader with Javier Peña of Narcos. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Lots of pet names

dom!Javier Peña

dom/sub dynamics

Dirty talk

Unprotected P in V sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

Established FWB relationship

Daddy kink (title only)

Creampie

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You babbled incoherently as Javi fucked you from above. His hot breath fanned your face as he pounded into you ruthlessly. He’d hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle was finding spots you didn’t even know you had.

“Such a good girl, takin’ it for me like this, princesa,” he purrs, one of his massive hands coming to squeeze your tit, the other firmly gripping your hip in a way that you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

“Ah, fuck…Javi,” you cried, clawing for him, needing to feel him over every inch of you. He happily obliged, changing the angle yet again and throwing you even deeper into bliss.

In all your confused pleadings of, ‘please’ and ‘more’ and other half-formed words, you almost missed it when it slipped past your lips.

“Shit, daddy. Feels so good,” you panted, clawing at his shoulders.

But then he stopped completely, halfway inside you, and looked at you with his brow furrowed.

“What’d you say?” he asked, searching your face as if he could find the words there.

You stuttered and tried to hide your face in the pillow, but he was persistent. The hand that wasn’t holding his weight up off of you came to cup your jaw, forcing you to face him.

“Princesa,” the word rolled off his tongue so smoothly, “What was that you called me?”

“I…I called you daddy,” you confessed, your face burning in shame, tears building at your waterline. Javi and you had the kink conversation fairly early in your ‘mutually beneficial recreational partnership’ as you’d dubbed it, but you never brought up your daddy kink. It was so niche and you’d never met anyone else who was into it. Besides, it’s not like Javi needed anything else to add to his toolkit. He already made you cum faster, harder, and more often than any other partner before him, a fact he was very proud of.

His face softened, and he smiled. “Oh, bebita, you could have told me.”

You gasped as he pulled nearly all the way out before filling you back to the hilt.

“Just needed daddy to fuck you dumb, eh?” he grinned as he resumed his earlier pace, his hand slipping from your jaw to wipe a tear that slipped from your eye.

You nodded, brain going to mush when he called himself daddy. That combined with the sight of him above you, sweaty and gorgeous had your orgasm building even faster than usual.

“Who fucks you this good?” he growled in your ear, hand returning to your hip.

“You, daddy!” you all but sob, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging the way you’ve learned he secretly loves.

“Fuck, that’s right. This is my pussy, bebita.”

“Only yours,” you nod in agreement, so close to cumming already it burns like a white-hot coil inside you. But try as you might, your brain couldn’t function well enough to string words together to warn him.

As if Javi didn’t already know from the flutter of your walls around his cock to the way your bit your bottom lip and whined so lowly that if he wasn’t listening for it, he’d miss it over his own heavy breathing and the sound of skin on skin.

“Gonna cum for me, princesa?” he asked, his thumb moving to where it could rub hard and fast on your clit.

You nodded furiously, barely able to do even that before the dam broke and every muscle in your body was tensing and relaxing in careful coordination. Some part of you was aware that words were still coming out of your mouth, but you had no clue what it was you were saying.

It was Javi’s voice that brought you back, low in your ear. “Solo papi te folla tan bien,” he growled.

As you came down from your high, Javi was still chasing his, but he did remove this thumb from your oversensitive nub, giving you a touch of reprieve. You tugged on his hair once more and pressed lazy kisses to the line of his jaw.

Finally, he came, thrusting hard and not stopping until every last drop was fucked up into you.

Javi rolled to the side, thick arms bringing you with him so he could keep you close without crushing you under his weight.

“Shit, where were you keeping that, princesa?” he huffed a laugh, brushing some stray hair from your face.

You curled into his shoulder, trying to hide your embarrassment, “I didn’t think you’d be into it.”

“Hey,’ he captured your chin in one of his rough hands, placing a kiss to your lips before pulling back to look you in the eye, “You can call me whatever you want, bebita, as long as you keep making those pretty noises for me.”

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Whatever My Wife Wants

Summary: On your honeymoon, Javi decides to break out a new accessory you've never seen him wear before. Little does he know, that seeing him wear a chain for the first time is about to drive you wild.

Word Count: 4.5K

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also its your honeymoon so who am I to say), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, paise kink, literally the biggest, fattest, ugliest breeding kink (I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not), marriage kink (?) creampie, cum play, kind of exhibitionism (like if you SQUINT), talks of starting a family, Javi LOVES his wife, Javi in a CHAIN, Javi on his honeymoon deserves its own warning, did I mention that Javi LOVES his wife?!

A/N: shoutout to my sweet @honeyedmiller for this request after reblogging this MASTERPIECE from @enstatia. It's supposed to be a painting of Din, but it gave me such big Javi vibes, and I really haven't been the same since picturing the one and only Javier Peña in a chain (bc If i can't unsee it, you shouldn't be allowed to either) 😵‍💫 Also shoutout to Lucien Flores for singlehandedly ruining my life today with that new clip from the Uninvited (but also you can't tell me that this outfit is so Javi on the beach coded PHEW)

Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!

Javi had never been one for jewelry- well, that was until a few days ago when a new golden wedding band had made a home on his hand. Since you had slipped it on his finger, Javi couldn’t get enough of watching it glisten in the warm, tropical sunlight on your honeymoon, a reminder that filled his heart to the brim to know that he was yours forever. 

Javi’s new wedding ring was the only jewelry that he had ever pictured himself wearing, until you had mentioned to him in passing while shopping for new clothes for your honeymoon how good he’d look with a chain to go with any of his outfits he had planned for the trip- considering there was no way Javi was going to have no less than 4 buttons undone on his shirt at any given time while basking in the tropical warmth of your honeymoon paradise. 

Later on that week, he had dug around in his dresser to find a thin, golden chain necklace he had back from his time in college, that hadn’t seen the light of day in too many years to count. But, given your enthusiasm for the idea of him wearing something like it, Javi had decided to pack it with him in his suitcase to surprise when the time felt right. 

Well, after being a few drinks deep at the pool bar from earlier, Javi’s slightly tipsy confidence had him feeling like now was the perfect time to try out his new accessory to see what you thought. Digging through his suitcase, he pulled out out the chain to go with the rest of his outfit for your dinner on the beach, clipping the necklace around his neck as he looked himself over in the mirror, quickly fixing his hair and adjusting his shirt, undoing one more button than probably necessary to show off his new look. 

And while he could admit that he didn’t look half bad with it on, and figured you’d like the new surprise addition to his wardrobe, there’d be no way in hell he could have ever prepared himself for the viscerally awestruck reaction you’d have to the thin, gold chain dangling around his neck.  

“I can practically feel you burning a hole through my chest, Hermosa.” Javi chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you as he took another bite of his food, giving you a playful smirk at the way you had been ogling at him ever since you had noticed the thin gold chain resting across his tanned skin as you began your walk through the hotel to head to dinner. 

“Oh shut up, it’s not my fault you’re so hot. You’re making it very hard not to look, in my defense.” You sighed, trying to get yourself to focus on your food instead of staring at Javi for the rest of dinner, despite the fact that the only meal you had your eyes on was sitting across the table from you. “There’s already something about you being my husband that makes you somehow even hotter than you already were, and now with this?” You picked up your fork, gesturing to the chain dangling between the parted fabric of Javi’s shirt, “I think you may be trying to legitimately kill me.” 

“Figured you’d like it. Didn’t think you’d like it this much.” Javi smirked, biting down on his lip before taking another bite of food, his cheeks growing flushed and warm as he looked at you admiring him, wondering how in the hell he had gotten so goddamn lucky. “Thanks, Mrs. Peña.” He laughed, taking another bite of his food, shooting you a quick wink. 

Mrs. Peña. 

God, if that alone wasn’t enough to send you over the edge already, your new last name, combined with the incredibly attractive man you had gotten it from that you now got to call your husband? On top of that stupidly hot chain he had decided to throw on with his outfit? There was definitely something else you were hungry for other than the half cleared plate below you. 

It was then that you couldn’t have been happier you had been seated at a table on the edge of the beachside boardwalk, tucked behind a few stray palm trees, secluded enough out of view that you had no problem reaching under the table to rest your hand on Javi’s knee, toying with the hem of his shorts before letting your fingers creep further and further up his thigh. 

“Are you almost done with your food?” You asked, your voice sweet and sultry as your hand brushing against Javi’s crotch immediately caught his attention, making his eyes go wide as he sat up straight, setting down his knife and fork to look down in his lap. “Because if you are, I can think of something else I want for dessert when we go back to our room. Something I want really bad. You wanna feel how badly I want it?” 

Javi swallowed hard as your fingers wrapped more firmly around his bulge, gently massaging his dick in your grasp, before grabbing his hand and guiding it to brush along the slit of your sundress and closer to your core, aching and dripping with arousal. Letting his fingers creep up the inside of your thighs and ghost over your folds, his eyes went even wider, jaw practically dropping open to feel that you were not only absolutely soaked, but also not wearing any underwear at all. Using every ounce of composure he had to keep from falling apart right then and there at the dinner table, letting out a deep sigh as he cursed under his breath. 

“Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck, baby… Yeah, I can be done right now.” He groaned, nodding at your proposition before wrapping his hand around the meat of your thigh as he took a long inhale, staring you down with darkening eyes and a devilish grin across the table. 

Never had you been more thankful that the resort you had picked to stay at was all inclusive, because if either of you had to wait a minute longer for a server to get your bill so you could get back up to your room, the probability of impending implosion would have been practically inevitable. 

Firmly intertwining your fingers with his as  you grabbed his hand, you were nearly dragging Javi through the hotel to the nearest bay of elevators, pleasantly shocked to find no one else waiting with you to travel up to their room, leaving the two of you alone to catch the next elevator back up to your floor. 

Without a word, the second the elevator doors had closed, the two of you were on top of each other, a messy dance of tongue and teeth crashing together, Javi’s hands palming the meat of your ass over your dress while yours roamed over his chest, tracing the freckles of his tanned skin up to the golden chain dangling in the open buttons of his shirt, stopping to wrap the necklace around your finger, tugging Javi closer to you. 

“Fuck, you look so good with this on, baby.” You moaned, your words hot against Javi’s skin as you nipped at his neck, chain still tangled in your grasp. “I can’t wait to fu-”

Barely aware of the fact that you had reached your floor, the ding of the elevator was enough to catch your attention and cut you off from completing the rest of your thought before the doors slid open, revealing a group of couples waiting for their ride down to the lobby. Frantically trying to play off the fact that if the elevator ride had gone any longer, you two definitely would have been seconds away from fucking in it, you gulped, giving Javi a nudge to his ribs to bring him back to reality, the two of you quickly trying to slide past the other guests without making a scene. 

As the door closed behind you, you and Javi couldn’t help but giggle at the fact that you couldn’t seem to take an elevator trip alone without almost being caught making out like a pair of horny teenagers (which, to be fair, a pair of horny teenagers probably would have had more self control than the two of you being newlyweds on your honeymoon). 

With your room only being a few doors down from the elevator, Javi began fumbling in the pocket of his shorts for his room key, working around the full hard on he already had under the fabric from how pent up he was. Quietly cursing under his breath until he found it, as soon as the card was swiping over the lock of the door, Javi was yanking you through into your room, instantly beginning to pull down the zipper to the back of your dress as you fumbled your way back to the bed. 

Your dress fell to the floor in a crumpled pile before Javi was tossing you onto the mattress, shocked to see that you also hadn’t even bothered to put on a bra, revealing your glowing skin and obnoxious tanlines from your time spent out in the sun. 

“Dirty fucking girl, not wearing anything underneath that dress for me. Fuck me, Hermosa. God, you’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect. My perfect wife.” Javi growled, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed to part your legs, draping them over his shoulders as he admired the wet mess between your thighs, your slick already coating your folds, glistening in the dim light of your hotel room. “My perfect wife and her perfect fucking pussy already so wet for me. 

Dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal as he ghosted over your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper in protest, sitting up on your elbows to look down at Javi, peppering kisses along the soft skin of your thighs. 

“Javi, fuck- Baby, I wanted to go down on you. You look so good, I-I wanna taste you, Jav, p-please.” You moaned, your argument becoming less and less convincing as his kisses traveled to your center, nose brushing against your aching bundle of nerves before looking up at you with a lustful smirk, tightening his grip around your hips to hold you in place. 

Javi shook his head as he laughed quietly to himself, watching you squirm and buck your hips towards his face, so desperately worked up and aching that the mess between your legs was really beginning to contradict your need to get Javi off before yourself. 

“Cariño…” Javi tutted, almost mockingly, digging his fingertips deeper into the meat of your flesh, “You’re not going anywhere ‘till I get a taste. I can’t leave my poor wife all worked up like this, can I?” 

Before you had a chance to respond, the flat of Javi’s tongue was dragging through your heat in a long, broad stroke, firmly pressing against your clit, looking up at you with a satisfied grin as you threw your head back in pleasure, a soft whimper escaping from your parted lips. As the last of his lick slid through your folds, you shuttered at the feeling of the metal of his chain ghosting over your cunt as it dangled from his neck, only to cry out as you could feel the other piece of jewelry he was wearing on his left ring finger sink deep into your entrance. 

“Oh f-fuck-” You whimpered as another finger breached your tight hole, already sucking him in with your warm, wet walls while his digits curled, bumping against the sweet spot inside you that he knew made you crumble. 

“That’s it, baby girl.” He cooed, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt before diving back between your legs like a man starved, his tongue dancing in a swirling pattern of flicks and strokes between your folds as he lapped you up. You could feel yourself rolling your hips against his hand, whining at how thick and full he felt inside you, even more so now with the wedding band that had made its permanent home on his finger, taking every chance he could get to watch you cover the glistening gold ring in your arousal as yet another way to prove that you were his. 

Javi could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his fingers as your bottom half squirmed against the sheets of the bed, the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten, tingling building at the base of your spine. Latching his lips around your clit, he began to suck at your sensitive nub, his hand thrusting faster and deeper into your cunt, feeling you slowly coming undone under his touch. 

“Oh shit- fuck, fuck, Javi, I’m so close baby, oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonnaaahhhhhh-” Just like that, you were falling over the brink of collapse, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, pleasure flowing through every inch of your veins as you met your high, feeling the smirk of Javi’s smile pressed against your cunt as you soaked his face, his free hand wrapped around your hip, holding you in place for him. 

“Fuck, I swear, I’ll never fucking get over that.” Javi mewled, pulling back enough to sit on his heels, admiring the wet and puffy mess your pussy had become, gently pulling his fingers out of your heat, looking down at the way your arousal coated his fingers, covering his wedding band. “Fucking soaked me, Hermosa. You like feeling my ring when I touch you like that, baby? Knowing I’m all yours forever?” 

With your chest heaving in heavy breaths, you nodded frantically, blissed out look plastered across your face as you stared up at Javi, lust pooling in the dark brown of his eyes as he brought his soaked fingers to your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip as, opening your mouth for you to suck him clean, the warm and tangy taste of you still fresh on his skin. 

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby. Mi esposa sabes muy dulce.” (My wife tastes so sweet) Javi cooed, gently tugging his fingers out of your mouth, standing up to lean over the bed, caging your body under his as his lips crashed against yours in a needy mess of longing and desperation. 

You could feel how painfully hard he was through the fabric of his shorts, his bulge straining against the seams of his zipper as he rubbed against your thigh, laying on top of you with one arm propped up beside your head, the other gently cupping your face, thumb rubbing back and forth along your cheek as he kissed you with the tender intensity that set your insides ablaze with desire, longing, no, needing to feel him buried deep inside you as you screamed his name. 

It really had been your intention to suck Javi off the moment you had gotten back to your room, to drop to your knees and worship the beautifully handsome man you now got to call your husband and turn him into the same type of moaning, whimpering mess that he had just made you, but with the ferocity of each kiss and the instinctual jerk of Javi’s hips, there was nothing you wanted more than to be filled by the sweet sting of his cock pounding into you, over and over.  

“J-Javi, fuck- I need to feel you baby, please. Fuck, I wanna feel you so deep inside me.” You whispered, your teeth tugging at Javi’s earlobe as he peppered your jaw and neck with kisses, feeling the audible groan in his chest at your request, followed by a deep sigh as he tried to compose himself from the mess he was already becoming. 

“Yeah? That’s what you want, sweet girl? Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.” He rasped, a devilish grin spread between his cheeks as he sat back to pull his shirt over his head, followed by his shorts and boxers, leaving him in nothing but the gold chain still dangling around his neck as he reached down to stroke his cock, red and dripping with precum before leaning back down to line up with your entrance. 

You could feel your breath hitch as his tip brushed through your folds, rubbing gently against your clit as he collected your arousal to coat his length, looking down to watch as his length sunk deep into your cunt, the both of you letting out ragged moans at the sensation. 

Javi paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sweet sting of his stretch as he filled you, his tip kissing your cervix while his hips met yours. The fullness made your brain go blank, completely at a loss for words as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, pulling himself out enough to sink his whole length back into your cunt, each thrust making you whimper and moan, desperate for more. 

“F-fuck, give me more, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your hand wrapping around his bicep, fingertips digging into his flexing muscles. 

“Yeah? You want more, Hermosa?” Javi mewled, smirking to himself at the blissed out mess you were already becoming as the pace of his hips rutting into you began to quicken. 

As each thrust became faster, the gold chain draped around his neck began to bounce against his chest, his body close enough to yours to feel the cool metal brush against your face with each snap of his hips into yours, the sight of his necklace dangling over you as you stared up at the furrowed and focused look painting his face. The image alone of him wearing that chain was enough to make you feel like you were going to cum on the spot, but as you lay caged beneath the weight of his broad body, feeling nothing but his warm skin and chain rub against you, you were nearly convinced it was going to be over for you right then and there. 

Without even thinking, you lifted your head up off the bed just enough to grab the chain between your teeth, tugging him closer to you, the sudden yank making his eyes go wide in surprise as the two of you came nose to nose, foreheads brushing against each other before his lips were on yours again, entangling you in an all consuming kiss without faltering in his pace. 

“Fuck, you look so good.” You moaned, your lips parting just enough from his to whisper your praises into his ear. “You look so hot with this fucking chain, Jesus Christ.” 

Your comment had a low, breathy laugh escaping from his chest, shaking his head to himself almost in disbelief at how enthralled you were with him. 

“Me? Baby girl, you have no idea.” He cooed, slowing his thrusts to sit back on his haunches, readjusting you to bring your knees pressed to your chest, leaning back down, running his hands along your body, up your arms until he had them above your head, pinned down to the bed in his grasp. “You know how many guys I’ve seen staring at you since we’ve been here? How many dirty fucking looks I’ve had to give them? Maybe this ring on your finger isn’t enough, mi amor.” 

“W-what do you, fuck- what do mean?” You whimpered, the new position opening you up in a way that had you feeling every inch of Javi as he sank his cock even deeper into your cunt, splitting you open in the most delicious way possible, your brain barely working enough to let your words escape from your mouth. 

“I mean,” Javi groaned, tightening his grip to hold you in place, his eyes growing darker with desire with another deep, long thrust into your heat, “That maybe, I need to fuck a baby into, Osita. Fuck a baby into my beautiful fucking wife, and let everyone see that you’re mine with our kid growing inside you.” 

Javi’s words sent a shiver down your spine, the thought alone making you whimper- You and Javi both had undeniable cases of baby fever, and now that you were finally married and had agreed that your birth control wasn’t going to be a part of your packing list, the prospect that in 9 months from now, you could have a third member to your family? That was enough to have you close to finishing right then and there. 

 A gulp traveling down your throat before a long exhale, trying to find the words to respond to his proposition, your voice trembling in an anxious excitement. 

“F-fuck- Oh my god, yes. Fuck a baby into me, Javi. Let me, oh shit- let me make you a daddy.” 

“Jesus Fucking Christ…” Javi groaned, gritting his teeth, trying his best to maintain his own composure, taking a long exhale before his gaze met yours again, a fierce kind of determination and promise pooling in the deep chocolate brown of his eyes, leaning his body on top of yours, pushing your knees closer to your chest, opening you up to an even deeper angle as his mouth crashed into yours, beginning to pick up his pace once again as his hips snapped into yours. “That’s what  you want, Hermosa? Fuck, I’ll give it to you, baby. Oh shit- Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets, remember? You want a baby? Fuck- I’ll fuck myself so deep inside you I’ll fuck a baby into you right now.” 

You could feel the all too familiar tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine once again, Javi’s cock pounding perfectly into your g-spot over and over again, the hairs at the base of his length grinding against your throbbing clit, sending you to the brink of collapse with each thrust in and out of your cunt. 

“Yes, oh my god- yes, I w-want it so bad. P-please, baby, fuck.” You whined, starting to stumble over your words as you could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his cock, the coil in your core tightening to the point of nearly snapping. 

“Fuck- say it again. Tell me- mierda- tell me how badly you want it.” Javi moaned, his thrusts becoming slopier and more desperate as he could feel himself on the verge of chasing his own high, knowing all too well you were almost hitting yours.  

“I want you to fill me up, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- I want it so bad. I want you to knock me up and give me a baby, please, baby, oh my god- please.” You were all but panting at this point, your legs starting to tremble as your cunt clenched tighter and tighter around Javi’s cock, the overwhelming sensation of his fullness, promise of pregnancy, and that damn chain dangling in your face was enough to finally send you over the edge. “Fuck, Javi, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, I’m so close baby, I’m gonna, oh shit- I’m gonna cu-ahhhhhhh.” 

Those were the last words you were able to muster before you were screaming out Javi’s name as you came, euphoria and ecstasy radiating through every inch of your body, your orgasm crashing through you with so much intensity you could have sworn you were seeing stars. 

Watching you fall apart beneath him, soaking his cock in your arousal as you came had Javi only moments behind you, the rhythm of his hips beginning to stutter, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against each others combined with your wanton moans and whimpers and curses under your breath making him begin to babble incoherently. 

“That’s it, Osita. That’s my good girl. Fucking soak my cock, baby. Cum all over me before I, fuck me- fuck myself so deep in you it’ll fucking take. Holy fuck- Fuck, I’m gonna cum too. Gonna fucking fill you up. Give you all of me. Fuck, I’ll give you everyting, baby, mierda- everything you’ll ever wa-ahhhhhh” 

With one last final thrust, Javi was spilling deep inside you, warm ropes of his spend coating your walls, milking himself of every single last drop before collapsing on top of you, the warmth and weight and of his body sinking on top of your chest as the two you sighed in sync, trying to catch your breath with long, labored huffs. 

As Javi felt himself begin to soften, a groan rumbled low in his chest while he pulled out, feeling the mix of your spend dripping out your hole, coating the inside of your thighs in glistening juices. You let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of fullness inside you, your head falling back on the mattress in blissed out satisfaction, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to bring yourself back to reality after floating away in post-colotial bliss. 

“Holy fuck…” You whispered to yourself, lifting your head back up to see Javi sitting back on his heels, admiring the mess of the two of you pooling between your legs. 

“So fucking pretty, Hermosa.” He mewled, peppering kisses down the soft skin of your thighs, making his way back towards your core. Before you could even realize what was happening, Javi’s head was back between your legs, one broad stroke of his tongue collecting the tangy, salty mixture leaking out of your cunt and lapping it back into your entrance quickly replacing his mouth with his fingers to push the mixture of your spend even further into you. 

Looking up at you, slick covering his mustache and smug grin spread between his cheeks, Javi curled his fingers just enough to make you yelp as he pressed against your g-spot, considering how worked up and overstimulated you already were. 

“Gotta make sure I keep you full of me, baby. Can’t let anything go to waste.” Javi smirked, gently pulling out his fingers, resting his hands on your thighs, drawing soft circles on your skin with his thumbs. 

You tried to sit back up, propping yourself on your elbows before Javi’s body was caging over you once again, slowly lowering himself down until your back was flat against the bed, cradling your jaw as guided you down with soft, slow kisses, feeling his chain brush against your chin he pulled away from your lips. 

“You’re not going anywhere, Momma. My wife wants a baby? Then I’m doing everything I can to give her one. Whatever she wants.” Javi smirked, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead as his hand caressed your face, brushing your skin just gently enough to tickle you, a little giggle escaping from your lips as your eyes met his sweet puppy dog ones. 

“You’re ridiculous, you menace.” You laughed, playfully nudging Javi as he rolled over next to you on the side of the bed, wrapping his arm around you, tugging you to lay against his bare chest, your hand draping over his stomach before crawling up his chest, wrapping his gold chain around your fingers. “Hmmmm whatever your wife wants, huh?” You smirked, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. 

“Whatever she wants, Hermosa.”

“Your wife wants you to never take this damn thing off again.” 

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[merz-8]

my hyperfixations keep me from killing myself so please just let me be delusional and dream of fictional older men and their big brown eyes and massive cocks

[oscarisaacsspit]

i’ll be like “need him so bad it makes me stupid” and it’s this guy:

[promisingyounglady]

accident. | JP x Reader

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Wife!Reader

SYNOPSIS: we all make accidents. javier forgetting to pick you up at the train station was an accident. you forgetting to bring an umbrella was an accident. throwing a knife at your husband? you’re going to have prove that one was an accident to him.

WC: 3.6k

WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, mentions of weapons and knives, reader throws a knife at javier *just read you’ll find out*, implied age gap, established relationship, javier is a bit older than reader, domestic au, slight dom!javi, mentions of food and cooking, profanity, bratty!reader, reader is mean but javier can be meaner, floor sex, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, handcuffs, cum eating, brief oral (f recieving), slight non-con, rough sex, praise, degradation, post-sex sweetness, not proofread.

AUTHORS NOTE: obsessed and mentally ill. so here’s slightly dom!javi with a ton of angst

A headache ensues in Javier’s mind.

He tries to combat it with the clouds of smoke rising through the air, the comfortable scent of tobacco and cigarettes filling his nose as he takes a drag from the stick perched in between his blistered fingers, this inhale, longer than the last.

Today had been shit. It really had. All day he had been cooped up in the office with stacks of paperwork almost taller than himself, tossed onto him and Murphy's desk by the higher ups, a high demand for deadlines with their patience being low.

Javier had been sitting in his office for almost seven hours straight, looking at papers with tiny writing and filing reports with pen until sensitive pink blisters formed around a hand that should’ve been driving and carrying a gun today, out in the field on a mission another team had instead been tasked with.

He’s getting old for this stuff, and he knows its true when he feels a strain in his back from shifting in his seat.

Maybe that’s why they shoved the paperwork in the old man’s hands.

Javier leans forward, grabbing his almost empty pack of cigarettes from his desk, deciding a fourth one was necessary for tonight.

“Javier,” a voice calls for him, looking up when he sees the new secretary holding the phone facing her chest. “You’ve got a call”

“From who” he says gruffly, brows furrowed. He lights the cigarette with his lighter, tossing it onto his desk and taking another puff.

“It’s your wife,” The secretary states. “she’s asking what you want for dinner.”

Javier stops in the middle of flicking the ashes, letting the cigarette sit warm in his fingers when he turns his head so he could see her correctly.

Your sweet voice calls out through the receiver, a chill running down Javier's spine when he makes out that it really is you.

“Yeah, Sherry, it’s fine if he’s busy, just let him know I called. Tell him dinner’ll be late tonight, at around 10.” you piped up sweetly, saying goodbye to your husband's secretary before hanging up the call.

She leaves after telling him what he already heard, but Javier is quick to immediately put out the burning cigarette and quickly grab his coat, making his way out the office.

“Peña, Where are you going? We only got a few more stacks left” Murphy calls out, hair in a mess from the many stressful tugs and his own cigarette nestled in between his fingers.

“my wife.” Javier replies, suddenly not liking the bitter taste in his mouth.

“It’s raining outside, you’re gonna get drenched” the blonde tells him, shaking his head as he took a drag from his own cancer stick.

Javier stops in his tracks, looking outside the window to see his partner was right. It was pouring out there, hardly able to even make out the cars in the parking lot.

Him getting wet was the least of his worries. It was you, he was thinking of.

“Fucking hell.”

_

You set the receiver down on the living room table. The ticking of the clock resonating in the silent house before a sigh finally escaping your lips.

Droplets of rain water cloud your vision, cheeks pink from the cold as water dripped onto your wooden floorboards.

Fists clench and unclench around the handle of the umbrella given to you by an old lady at the train station.

“A girl like yourself shouldn’t be alone in the rain, mija” she insisted, letting you take her frilly umbrella as her son would pick her up shortly.

Javier was supposed to pick you up too.

But after forty minutes of standing out in the rainy weather under a flimsy roof as you waited for his truck to pick you up, you disappointedly caught a taxi and drove home by yourself

You were returning from your visit to your sick grandmother. You were her only granddaughter who she called the week prior, telling you how she missed you and wanted you to visit.

Javier insisted you went, not wanting to hold you back and assured he would come to pick you up at the station after the weekend spent with her.

What a fucking liar, you thought to yourself.

You quickly undressed your wet clothes, the outcome of having to have walked in rain to find an available taxi this evening.

You're curious to see the look on Javier’s face when you make him beg on his knees and ask for forgiveness. Maybe you wouldn’t even kiss him tonight, thinking in silence as you prepared for dinner.

You definitely weren’t trying to think about what an excellent opportunity this was to be a brat.

—

Javier parks into his quiet drive way exactly thirty minutes before 10. That’s thirty minutes of trying to get on your good graces and pray that he wouldn’t be sleeping outside tonight.

When he opens the door to the house, his heart beats fast. Prepared to see you ready to lash out at him, he’s instead surprised with the aromas of spices and your homemade cooking wafting to his nose, unconsciously realizing that he skipped lunch today from how caught up he was with work.

Picking up your wet jacket from the floor, Javier slots his keys and sunglasses in the bowl by the entrance, hanging his own jacket as well before he makes his way quietly to the glowing kitchen.

The stovepot is on a low boil, and he sees you in a long t-shirt, one that you made sure wasn’t his. Your hair is damp, probably from a shower as you swiftly work your hands away in prepping the vegetables.

Javier mumbles quietly in a gruff voice. “You, uh, left your coat on the floor.”

Thwack.

An aggressive chop at the carrots replaces your words, each cut piercing louder like a gunshot ringing in his ears.

“Hermosa, I am so sorry.“ Javier begins sighing because he knows he fucked up real bad this time.

Thwack. You moved onto the chicken meat.

“There’s no excuse baby, I wasn’t keeping track after being cooped up in the office today.” he sighs, brows furrowing as big brown eyes stared into your back.

Thwack. Thwack.

The DEA agent flinches at the sound of the raw chicken being butchered by your swift, angry hands. You’re not facing Javier directly and yet he can already see your glaring eyes. He sighs, not wanting to fight you. He tries to lighten the mood, voice soft as he comments.

“Qué te ha hecho ese pobre pollo”

You don’t reply, let alone acknowledge your husband, continuing to brutally dice the chicken on the cutting board before turning around to wash your hands.

Javier watches you swiftly work in your kitchen, feeling sorry as he still watches you prepare dinner for the two of you after such a long train ride.

He moves forward, rolling his sleeves as he tries to help you . “Querida, I’ll help with the pot-”

The clang of the knife hitting the cutting board echoes in the kitchen, finally looking up to face your husband. Javier leans back, resting against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gun holsters unremoved after coming home.

You try to ignore how tired he genuinely looks, reminding yourself you were just the same when standing all alone for that one hour.

“Y’know what Javier?” You begin, eyes watering and nose twitching in anger. Javier stays silent, staring at you with sincerity.

“Fuck you” you spit, pointing an accusing finger at the man. “fuck you and your fucking DEA work, Javier”

“Mi-”

“I had to wait forty minutes outside in rainy weather, trying to see if every car passing by would be yours.” you said, voice breaking towards the end. You felt uncomfortable waiting by yourself.

Javier shuts his eyes, forehead wrinkling as he tries to calm you down. He draws your name out in a firm but gentle tone.

You ignore him, replacing his words with your attitude. “You always do this!” you exclaim, voice rising.

“Leaving your wife and family second while you think it’s cool to go and chase criminals while risking your goddamn life.” You mutter, glaring at your husband.

“I didn’t want to leave you at the station all alone, honey. I’ve been sitting at my desk since afternoon drowning in paperwork the higher-ups dumped on us” he presses, eyes sincere but patience wearing thin.

You scoff, shaking your head. “So even stupid paperwork makes you forget your wife.”

Javier pinches his nose bridge, his head pounding as he tries to communicate with you.

You go back to cutting your vegetables, mumbling under your breath. “Who the fuck in Bogotá is giving you credit for slaving away all day trying to catch Escobar, hm?”

The words pierce through Javier’s heart.

Your eyes light up in fake sarcasm. “Oh, I bet it’s the fact that you’re too busy being a fucking doormat to all the younger agents at work aren’t you? What, Murphy said he can’t do his share of the work so he gave you his leftovers?” You spit.

“Hey," Javier snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."

Anger gets the best of you as you turn to the cutting board. Grabbing the first thing you saw.

A carrot piece shoots in his way. Javier flinches, the food hitting his chest. Your husband stands there, stunned at his wife’s childish behavior.

“Go fuck yourself, Peña” you say menacingly.

“We don’t throw food in this house, mama” he barks, hands on the hips of his belt, gun and badge tucked in his back. He would never use them on you.

A celery stick slaps Javier in the face this time, making his patience hanging on by a thread even thinner.

Maybe he could whip out the handcuffs.

“Dont you fucking call me that!” you said spitefully, throwing anything and everything you could at the man who dodged your attacks.

“Querida!” Javier raises his voice at you, a growl in his words.

You felt the cold, hard material in your hands for a split second before you’re throwing it at him, almost wondering yourself why you were getting so angry at Javier.

You didn’t want to fight this bad, but at the same time you were sick of watching him work himself to death, forgetting about you. This wasn’t the first time he did something like this.

But you already crossed that line. You both stand in silence, holding your breath as you realized what you threw.

Now it was your turn to fuck things up.

Javier’s lip snarls and his mustache is in a scary frown when he shifts his head.

Only a few inches beside his face lands a dull potato knife, wedged in the kitchen cupboards above. It wouldn’t have worked on anything since it was unsharpened and unused, but the tremendous force you had thrown it with allowed it to have been lodged in the wood.

You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth.

You both watch Javier slowly raise his hand, pulling the knife inches beside his head with ease before tossing it into the sink. The clatter of the metal blade hitting the sink rings in the kitchen. A swarm of guilt fills your chest as you stand still in fear.

“Javi… I-I’m so sorry” you say, heart beating against your chest, cautiously awaiting a reaction from him.

Javier dusts off the carrot peels on his shoulder, watching as his jaw tenses but shoulders relax.

“Come here.” he all but says quietly. You see Javier reaching for his back pocket, taking out his gun and badge and placing it on the counter.

That wasn’t what scared you.

What scared you was then seeing Javier pull out the silver handcuffs lodged in his back pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight of him playing around with them.

“Javi, I’ll go get the-“

“Come. Here.” Javier cuts you off, staring at you with dark eyes.

You swiftly shake your head, refusing to go. “It was an accident!” You exclaimed, dashing out the kitchen as you tried to escape Javier who was hot on your heels.

“Honey.” he says in a not so endearing way, a warning edge to his voice.

Tears littered your cheeks, knowing that you pushed Javier’s limits and that he would really punish you for how bratty you had been tonight.

You gasp, running up the stairs before strong arms encaged your frame, desperately trying to escape before shrieking in surprise as Javier hoisted you over his shoulder, a loud and painful smack being brought down to your ass by his strong hands. You grimaced, helplessly being brought to the kitchen in swift strides.

”It was an accident, I’m sorry, I was just so angry!” You wailed, groaning as your back hit the carpeted floors of your living room. Your vision was hazy, the dizziness getting to you as you saw Javier leave the room into the kitchen, and come back a few moments later. This time, he was unbuttoning his shirt, his forest of chest hair and strong muscles peeking through.

Javier took a deep breath, eying the way your t-shirt had hiked all the way up so your panties were showing. Your hair spread around your head like a halo, and he noticed how you clenched your thighs together in vulnerability.

“Some accidents need to be punished, baby” he muttered darkly.

You sobbed softly, nose red as you turned your head to the side, looking away from Javi’s menacing look. He didn’t mind, he knew once he was done messing with you, you would be clawing at his chest, begging him to fuck you properly while looking into his eyes. Javier leans down at your level, crawling on your body so he was on top and you were trapped on the bottom. He rips your t-shirt off of you, leaving you in your bare state with panties flimsy enough he could rip them with his teeth. Not today though, he had other things in mind.

He coos at your weak state, dropping his head so he could press a kiss to your sensitive neck, giving a small nip that made you yelp. Two large hands come to play with your nipples, pulling each one hard in between his fingers as you moaned hysterically.

“What did I say about being fucking mean?” He says roughly. He inhales your scent, smelling a sweet sense of fear.

“Carino,” a warm voice calls out, you can feel the grin spreading on Javier’s face. You cry in a mix of pain and pleasure when he flips you on your tummy, cheek pressing against the rough carpet material as Javier slots his hard member encased in his jeans, right by the curve of your ass.

“Answer me, mama”

A clinking of metal makes you cry out in protest. No, you wanted to say, feeling Javier cuff you behind your back like you were one of his petty drug thiefs. But a slap to your ass cheek makes you gasp, eyes shutting as Javier pulls your panties off.

”Being mean gets me punished” you responded softly, a pool of desire aching in your folds as you almost tutted your ass up to show him you were ready. “I’m sorry, Javier” you sniffled quietly, hoping he would hear.

Javier laughs, cocking his head to the side as one hand groped the flesh of your bum, and the other undid his belt buckle. The sound makes your mouth water, wondering if he’ll let you suck him off too for forgiveness.

“So you do know how to be nice?” He groans, giving you no time before his hard members penetrates your entrance, head turning back and eyes rolling when you clenched around his dick so well. “Javier!” You screamed, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the strong stretch.

Your arms ached, desperate for release so you could brace yourself against the floor for every hard thrust your husband would give you.

“Listen carefully, querida” he moans into your ear, humping you as you moaned loudly. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, alright?” When there was no answer, he slapped your cheek again, this time echoing throughout the living room and leaving a red splotch on your ass. “Answer me.” He growled, patience growing thin from your pathetic wailing.

You grit your teeth, hating the fact that you were supposed to be mad at Javier for forgetting about you, and yet here you were receiving back shots with a stinging red ass.

”Yes, Javier” you said back, feeling his girth stretch your walls.

”Good. And once I’m done fucking my pretty wife, you’re gonna suck me off like you mean it. That sounds good mi amor?”

You nodded in return, eyes shut and panting like a slut from the feeling of Javier slowing down his thrusts, deepening every stroke.

“Yes, Javier” you repeated.

He smiled, kissing your neck sweetly, contrasting his hip movements. “Thank you, mama” he replied, cherishing your sweet moans and gasps as he went at a deeper, harder pace.

It’s delirious, the whole situation. You feel as though you’re on cloud nine with the way Javier is so possessive of you, caging you like a butterfly in his garden with the apple of desire.

You felt sinful. You felt glorious. You needed his release to fill you up so badly.

“Javi…” you muttered, tits starting to get carpet burn from being fucked against the ground.

“I know mama, you’re doing so good for me. Taking your lesson so well” he groans, sweat beading at his forehead.

You were aching and begging for orgasm, but feeling Javier rut into you so passionately made it all worth it. It dissolved any anger, any resentment from earlier because you knew how good he could take care of you.

“You’re so fucking mean sometimes, you know that?” he tells you, brows furrowed and concentrated on fucking the daylights out of you. You could feel the handprints marking your hips, wondering how many of Javier’s marks would be on you tomorrow morning.

“I know” you sigh, feeling a slap come down on your ass as you groan louder.

“You’re so fucking stubborn sometimes, you know that too?” you pant, squirming under your cuffs. Javier shudders, your walls sucking him a little too well.

“I know.” He says back gruffly.

Javier feels the knot untying in his stomach, too late to tell you verbally as you felt his warm seed leak inside, cumming first.

“Merida”

You were also close, loving how despite already coming, Javier was fucking you so that you could cum too.

”I’m gonna” you pant, forgetting to finish your words as you felt hot liquid threatening to spill from every stroke he made in your hole.

Javier whispers, pressing ticklish kisses from his mustache to your bare shoulder. “Cum on my cock, baby, you know what to do” he muttered, both of you groaning loudly as both your releases became mixed inside you.

“Oh fuck, Javi!” you scream, hair a mess and pussy aching.

You feel dizzy, used but happy, shivering as a large sludge of your cum spills out and drips down your thigh to the carpet.

Javier is quick to lap you up with his tongue, slotting his face in your ass as he filthily cleans you up.

“Can you get these off me, please?” you ask him meekly, relishing the feeling of your sensitive wrists when they touch the cool air.

Your husband presses a kiss to each one, marking your ass and shoulders with playful hickeys and bruises.

You both catch your breath for a moment, Javier turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, your sensitive tits perking up.

It’s all so sudden but before you two realize it, you’re latching onto each other immediately, hungrily sharing a kiss as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Hermosa,” he tries to begin, before being shushed by you, pulling him back in to lovingly kiss your husband.

Sure, rough sex was great, but god did you love just kissing Javier absentmindedly. You had to touch each other, kiss each other, that was how you two made up.

“Lo siento, hermosa” he sighs, wanting to get lost in your embrace. You smile, knowing that Javier is sincere. “Me too.” You reply, voices hushed as it was now later in the night, the neighbors probably aware of what had happened next door. A moment passes.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to suck you off?” you asked innocently, gazing up at Javier as your head rested on his chest.

He grins, softly whispering a later as he played with your hair, cock soft against his thigh as your leg nudges it playfully.

He growls, nipping your ear. “Behave” he says firmly, cheeks rosy. This time you listen.

“Who picked you up today then if I didn’t come?” Javi asks, reaching over to wrap a blanket around you two near the fireplace.

You smile, knowing that you can’t always listen to Javier’s warnings. “Just some cute young taxi driver. Asked me for my number y’know” you grinned.

Javier looks down, eyes darkening as he mutters softly. “Unless you’re gonna be a brat again, you better watch yourself” he reaches for your mound, cupping you softly so you moan in pleasure, still sensitive from the previous activities. He hoists you above his stomach, feeling your nails scratch his pudge and bend down as you give him a kiss. “I’m just messing with you” you giggle, a familiar feeling coming back when his bare cock is nestled by your thighs. “He was old. A grandpapi” you said, feeling his hands roam the flesh of your ass.

You press a hand against Javier’s chest, giggling as you peck his jawline. He rolls his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist instinctively.

“I missed you.” he mutters, feeling you up.

You smile, remembering how warm it is on top of your husband before you shut your eyes softly.“Me too.”

You look up, apologizing to him. “Sorry for almost stabbing you with that knife”

You feel the vibrations and sounds of a loud chuckle, Javier holding on to you. “It was an accident” you mumble, circling shapes on his skin. He knows.

You make up for it by leaning in, pressing kisses under the shell of his ear. Whispering how you’ll let him stuff his cock in your mouth again to get even.

Fuck it, he thinks. He’d let you kill him anyday.

[undercoverpena]

in my room

javier peña x f!reader | masterlist

summary: Because it’s an exchange, a two-way thing. He doesn’t tell you he likes your hair and you don’t tell him you fuck him so you don’t think.

wordcount: 6.2k (im so sorry, this was meant to be short)

warnings: explicit. smut + angst. colleagues who fuck for stress relief. grumpy-ish javi. file room shenanigans. unprotected p in v. oral!f receiving, mention of m!receiving. javi’s hand being a necklace. cum eating (by Javi), mild rough sex? mentions of grief (due to canon-compliant death), season two compliant/spoilers for season two. javi has a filthy mouth. joetics (jo and her poetic nature, credit to @/goodwithcheese for the name), no use of y/n but javi calls you princesa/baby.

an: dedicated to javi-edit-anon, hope you're doing okay.

It begins swarmed in grief.

A chest full of conflicting emotions, fingers itching for another smoke. It is all put into motion by the same person who became the catalyst—the match to the flame, the cause of the inferno.

He doesn’t usually wander around the building. But, today was a lot of firsts. Jaw clenched. Fingers digging into his palm at the memory, the realisation—the fucking play-by-play—of how he’d been played, fucked over, used.

Now, he’s left riddled with the knowledge that he’d lost a friend a few hours ago because of something he did. The understanding of it rusting in his stomach, right next door to the place disgrace is building a home where his gut had been.

He’s not thinking, not seeking—a desperation to run and hide, yet has nowhere to go.

And then he comes across you.

Finds you in the hallway like you were sent to save him. To pull him out of the water, pump the liquid from his lungs and smother the flames from burning his skin.

The two of you having stopped, paused in your travels.

Just two isolated shadows in the middle of the corridor—an invisible line being drawn, a noticeable white mark—backlit by sorrow and emptiness.

You don’t tear your eyes from him. Stubborn, even on your loss. Purposefully, intentionally, holding his gaze across the empty corridor.

Usually, you're so put together he feels contempt at how you seem unfazed at being surrounded by the shit they all have to do daily. But now, you look every bit as undone as him—shirt untucked, sadness stitched into your usually tight, rigid frame.

The only thing similar is the way you look at him, just like you did when the hours ticked on during those late nights you were forced to work together.

Files opened, documents scoured. Two eyes fairing better than one in their search. The toe of your shoe tapping against his desk, your fingers circling the rim of your mug full of coffee (never liquor, only coffee), pen clicking and clicking—

It had been Carrillo who had paired the two of you. Handing him a task, a surname—one Javi hadn’t heard—and the option of an extra pair of hands: you’ll see she’s good, and we don’t want her poached.

Then, he’d laid eyes on you.

You who’d he’d seen around, but never the chance to talk to. Had no reason to. You forever moved in any direction but the one he was heading in whenever he came into sight. That had been well over a month ago, weeks now.

In that time, he learnt your snark, your laugh—the way you take your coffee and your petulance for sugar after 8 pm—all proper in how you handle yourself, like royalty.

It’s then he learned that you hated being called princesa. Lips curling when it dripped from his lips, back straightening—all close to fracturing, snapping. So naturally, he called it you more.

It became—like the rest of it—a habit. He dropped the name as easily as he began pushing some of his shit to the side for you, so you had a space, a small corner of his desk you could commandeer when you joined him.

It didn’t mean anything. A thing be recited, thought to himself as he buried himself inside Gabriela—who looked nothing like you.

Then, a week ago, you were already there before he got back. The soles of his shoes had come to a standstill at the top of the steps, staring at the back of you—taking you in.

There was no need to see your face, Javi knew that you knew he was there. Not saying a thing when he seated himself down, the same way he didn’t with each tap of your shoes’ toe against the metal frame and you bit the end of your pen. He’d decided weeks ago, when you wore a shirt you felt the need to undo two buttons off, that if you weren’t paired with him to torture him, he wasn’t sure what else you were sitting next to him to test him for. But he’d find out, work it out.

Then you cracked it—found it, the anomaly, the name, a connection. A semblance of something in a sea of shit. A straw to grasp, to pull—your lips, likely stained from coffee and ink, twisting into a grin, one he couldn’t help but admire.

“¿Cómo?”

Pulling a face, he had only shrugged, feeling you watch him, answering with a, “You’re good.”

“You just realised? You just notice I got tits, too?”

Leaning back in his chair, he shifts his jaw to the side. Watching you stack papers before holding his stare, letting you see him flick his eyes from yours to your lips. Suddenly all unsure how to even begin telling you that he’d noticed you—had done so since they were all forced into this fucking building.

But you’d caught him, snapped him in plain sight with those beautiful eyes of yours. “Resorting to kissing colleagues now. Fucking whores not doing it for you, Peña?”

He had smirked, wider, but it had been tough. Leaning forward, he traced his bottom lip with his thumb. “You heard about that.”

Nodding, you’d smiled—cockily, full of something other than kindness. “Half the women will be lining up if they think you have free time.”

“But not you?”

Then, you’d stood, head tilted, files in the neatest pile compared to the rest of his desk, as you rolled your lips. “No. Not me. Goodnight, Peña.”

That exchange had been before things had gone to shit.

Before his cock had undone it all, left several people dead and the person who’d paired you together, gone. Taken—leaving a widow and children without a father.

Snorting, he focuses on clearing his throat as he replays it all. How much of a fever dream it all feels, his other hand pinching his thigh as he stares at you studying him, not scurrying off like he half expects.

And the fact you don’t makes his fingers itch at his side.

A part of him, suddenly stronger than all other parts, battles to move closer to you—like he needs to see what your mouth feels like on his. Like he’s been without his fill. It’s why even as much as he wants you to close the gap, he doesn’t move. Wants you to have an out—an escape.

A chance to choose whether you want to wake up with regret. Because even he knows sleeping with him ends in two ways, and shame is usually one of them.

“You should go inside your room.”

But of course you don’t. Instead, it’s the soles of your shoes on the floor that get louder, closer.

“Do you want me to, Peña?”

It’s building, rising. His eyes trailing up and down you, mouth chewing his tongue as he gets another taste of liquor, as he finally lets his gaze land back on yours.

“You want me to walk away from you?”

No. It’s final. Gruff. More spat out than said—laced with failure and remorse—but you hear him. Loud and fucking clear.

So much so, your lips twist up, smirking more devilish than he knows what to do with. “Good.”

It’s quick—you’re quick. Yanking him close as he forces you flush against him. His mouth crashes, steals and takes as his lips sear themselves to yours. And he learns, quickly, you’re not soft, but biting.

You are all jagged sweetness that throws a curve ball in how he knows how to handle this. You. Your lips taste of sadness, tears and liquor, all cheap—so very unlike what he imagines for you—and you make a knot tighten in his core as your palm flattens over his hardening cock in his jeans.

“You tested?” he asks, hand cupping your jaw, tilting your eyes up, pulse racing against his wrist—skin warm, scorching.

“Are you!?” you spit, and he almost snorts until your fingers knot in the base of his hair, pulling, likely hoping it hurts.

And it does.

Makes him groan—but he’s quick to smother it in the back of his throat. Flatten it, hide and conceal. Getting his answer for an exchange of your own.

“We should go inside my room,” you say in response to him, pulling down on him, Javi finding he bends with far too much ease as his ear finds itself close to your lips, “I’m not quiet when I’m enjoying myself.”

Twisting you, he flattens your back to his chest, rough, hearing you breathlessly laugh. “You know what you’re doing, baby, huh?”

And you’re silent, brain whirring as he begins walking you, till your chest is almost against your door.

Open it, he whispers, watching your hand dig for the key, his mouth latching to your neck, swirling a circle on your skin, tasting lingering perfume and sweat as he grips your waist.

“Last chance.”

He hears you laugh, low, buried somewhere in your throat just as the door unlocks, all loud, cutting through the silence other than both of your racing breaths. It’s why, he supposes, his words echo in his stare as you turn your head. Rolling your lips. It's all so reminiscent of the stare you gave him at the foot of his desk—but this time, you collide your mouth with his.

Not leaving—not doing anything except turning in the space between your door and him. Those nails, the ones that tapped now scrape across his hair, burying, carding, as you lightly pull on strands—forcing a groan to bury itself in your throat, find a new home, live there.

It's quick, practically animalistic the way he sheds your layers—baring you, finding (unsurprising) that even in misery you still match. His fingers run over it on your hip, rolling his lips, the tip of his tongue swiping across as he admires, as he steals a second to commit you to his mind.

Because he’s not sure if he’ll ever get to again.

“Last chance,” you echo.

Repeating his words, using them against him. Flicking the fabric against your skin, he snorts and he flips you. Sharply telling you to get on your bed, all-fours—bend over, hermosa.

“This how you pictured it at your desk?”

He barely registers your words until he’s behind you, bare, hand sliding between your thighs as he smirks at the noise you make. How you take him, all the way up to his knuckles—his free hand stroking himself to the in and out his other hand sets, desperation mixing with a need to forget—for a moment peace from thinking, existing, being.

And you’re drenched. Practically desperate. Hips moving with his movements and strokes, the air tinged with the littlest whimpers before replacing his fingers with the head of his cock, dragging it, skating it spitefully over your slick folds.

That’s when it meets his ears, those distinct words—ones he doesn’t know will haunt him just yet—I want to feel you inside me, Peña.

It unlocks something—floods him. Taking in a breath before he glides in, burying himself in you, right to the hilt, going deep.

He revels in your tightness. The way you gasp at the feel of him—fingers digging, scrunching them into your sheets, before he wrenches you up off your hands, needing your back flush with his—a move he realises, painstakingly, he’s done before.

Softening his palm anchored on your hip, lips pressing to your jaw—the other hand busy feeling, enjoying, basking in how you swallow against his palm on your neck.

“You like that, princesa?”

You moan as his hips snap, taking him so well, so perfectly—a thing he tells you, a rush of good girl, good princesa taking me like this. And he expects a bite, a flurry of insults—an exchange that would mean this would shift from stress relief to hate fucking.

But it never arrives. Instead, it’s a barrage of chants, all yes, please, yes, painting the shitty room—giving the crumbling paint something to be disgusted at, other than its own despair. The metal legs of the bed squeal against the floor, the headboard hammering, and cluttering, leaving a mess of years of repainting along the cheap flooring.

“Take me so well. Y’know that?”

Fingers just above your collarbone, pressing, feeling your head resting on his shoulder, eyes seeking his, determined to locate them and take something from him for it. He lets you. Briefly, just enough.

“Harder, Peña,” you hiss, shoving it out through clenched teeth, blinking, breaking the eye line.

“Javi,” he hisses deep into your ear, hand sliding down between your thighs—above where the two of you are joined.

Thumb expertly swirling, tracing the letters of his name against your throbbing clit—the sound of his cock fucking into you growing louder, sloppier. Arm thrown around your waist, feeling the way your skin is sheened in sweat, practically a mess from head to fucking toe, all because of him. Crown slid, shattered in a thousand parts across the floor, because of him.

A realisation that almost nears him to the edge, to bursting, to emptying inside your perfect fucking pussy and stuffing you full of him.

Teeth gritted together, jaw tight as he peers at the place your bodies join—watching, in admiration, as you take him, suck him in, barely let him able to leave your tight pussy as your heart hammers against his forearm.

“When I’m doing this to you,” he grunts, teeth pinching at your ear, your hand gripping his wrist—thumb still swirling, the A and V being a favourite from the way you clench around him tighter, and tighter, “You call me Javi.”

It undoes you. It ripples and then bursts through you—clenching all around him, tightening, squeezing him until his vision blurs and your name curls somewhere on his tongue, all set to be spat, spoken, even fucking whispered. Somehow able to swallow it when it unfurls through him, when it shoots up his spine and surges through every nerve and muscle.

The two of you collapsing against the shitty mattress, the squealing bed, as you turn in his grasp—lips finding his, burying words against him, only soft murmurs finding his ears.

He’s hard to avoid.

More so, when a part of you wishes to be a puzzle—a thing he cannot crack. Something that would take time to understand and figure out. Because then you’d be interesting, layered, something that could matter.

All of which, you suspect he knows when he kisses you after having his face buried before your thighs, tongue saturated in you, now licking into your mouth.

There’s something truthful in it, in the way his palm cups your entire jaw and chin, holding you, keeping you rooted for a few moments before you taste yourself on his tongue and can take note of what he’s done to you. For you.

Except, you don’t meet his eyes. Somehow fearful the space between your thighs has spilled all your secrets to him. Because he’s a connoisseur, likely gifted in being able to decipher the text on your inner walls. Hooked nose dragging along your slick core before coming up for air and seeing how ordinary you were, how boring, how average. He’s likely traced the pads of his fingers over the etchings of all the things that haunt your mind, the things that thrum and go bump in the fucking night.

But he comes back. Again, and again.

And you can't understand why.

You don’t ask either. Instead, you bury any of that against his tongue, and when it’s desperate to come out, a wish to ask him, you instead choose with fluttering lashes and parted lips if you can suck his cock. If he can fuck your throat, if he can stuff you full in one end before the other—

Words can’t escape if your tongue is occupied.

A thing harder to do in the day-to-day. As things around the place return to normal—other priorities sweep over and make people forget their sadness.

It’s why you’re not avoiding him, but you haven’t sought him out.

Too afraid of what you’ll confess when you’re not on your knees. A simple softening of his brown eyes almost forces words to rip up your throat and colour the air.

It won’t do any good. No words will. Not after waking again entangled in an empty sheet. All evidence of his presence gone except the littering of bruises on your hips and thighs and the mess between your legs.

It’s easier, less complicated to keep it like this—a thing you tell yourself as you brush your teeth and wash the leftover tang of him from your mouth.

Stress release, an undoing, an antidote to sadness and a bandage that allows you a moment to heal. You don’t judge him, because he doesn’t judge you either—not the first time, the second or the tenth. Because like recognises like—eyes deciphering how you’re not that different from him.

On the surface, you may pretend to be. Layer secrets and annoyances on top of the other, until it slips into something perfect—a mask, one that any of them can’t peer through and see that you see them all. Because working here is more than hard, it’s more than difficult and often rough.

It’s mornings with your forehead resting on your door wondering if you have it in you and moments alone in dark corners silently wiping away tears.

Most people don’t see your brain, your skills all too quickly forgotten, discarded on the same bit of paper the rest of your history lived when you approached for the role.

You reckon he sees you.

Not because you hoped for it—or because of some teenage fantasy. But, because of the way he looked that night at his desk. Not surprised, but confused as to why you were mainly pushing paper, why you weren’t based where he was, doing what he does. All questions you’ve asked yourself late at night, when your mind doesn’t stop ticking, stop whirring.

You suspect he ticks too. Another thing in common.

While he may have begun his dalliances to gain words, secrets, and stories, you have come to recognise it’s more than that. You know he knows all the names of them—likely lingers in their room. Offering them more than a good time and some money, but something he seeks from them too—companionship, a moment where he’s not DEA and rather something akin to a lover.

From the way he holds himself, Javi doesn’t think he shares that information. But it rolls from him in constant waves when he lights another smoke and drowns his throat in whatever is in his mug. He likes to think he’s effortless and austere, all too weighed down, while being complex, brilliant and wonderful.

It’s why you had wanted to fuck him. Why you had fucked him.

Because, objectively, he is beautiful. All soft in places and firm in others; he has scorching eyes and can offer searing touches. But, under all of that is what made heat blossom up your spine and commanded your thighs to press together for relief.

The way he thinks. The way he shifts his jaw from side to side and traces his finger down the length of his nose. It’s the way he holds himself when he doesn’t have to hold himself at all that makes you want him.

As it makes you feel less alone.

Less like an oddity in how you need to carve your nails into something. Your palm, other people’s flesh; wood, your sheets. All of it just so you become grounded, so there was pain, so there were feelings, so you didn’t float off or drown in a sea of mistakes, regrets and guilt.

It was a combination of both that floating and drowning as to why it happened that first time.

It had been a simultaneous tangling of limbs, a battle, a war both of you attempted to claim—a fight with your mouths, thighs, hands, tongues and bodies. Only stopped when you were both slick with sweat, the tops of your thighs coated with him and your breaths laboured. Your ear to his chest, hearing it—the way he beats, the way he lives. How blood rushes through him, all alive, real, not a fabrication.

Now, though, it’s different.

The grief is lessoned, yet you still find yourself pretending it's as rife as that first night.

A compromise, an opportunity to pretend that’s the reason the two of you do this. When in truth, the reason you don’t judge him, is because you too use sex to feel something. Needed it to claim something, prove something to yourself—that you’re desirable, attractive and fucking wanted. That you’re more than a sharp tongue and a brilliant mind, more than compliments through your way that never land—

That you’re worthy of being fucked to the point you cannot walk straight.

And, he does that so well, twists you, bends you—makes your ears ring with how attractive you are, how good you are, how perfect. A sin that rages a storm in his dreams and a thought he can’t silence.

So you avoid him. Fearful that you no longer wish to feel worthy of being fucked, but be worthy of being fucked by him.

And then he finds you instead.

Palm shoving open the file room door, all loud, like an announcement, before he lets it click into place. Allowing the air to tighten, to squeeze—all so thickening—before he’s charging, so much so the breath is knocked from your lungs with far too much ease when he flattens your back to the wall. The dust blowing from the shelves next to you from the sudden movement, the room quaking, shaking and fucking trembling as his brown eyes flick from one eye to the next.

As though he’s seeking something out.

Some truth, perhaps? A reason, a rhyme.

He splays his fingers across your hip, a hiss trying to escape from your pursed lips as your body threatens to betray you—wishing to curl into him, feel him flush, all warm and easy to escape to. Then, the other finds a home on the wall beside your head, no place to move to, to go—not that you fucking want to.

“I don’t fuck in file rooms, Peña.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. All well-versed, practically a library of quick retorts. “Where do you fuck then? Just your room?”

Surrounded by him, in all the ways that could torture. Nose smothered in the scent that is unabashedly him; eyes unable to look anywhere but him. Slowly, bothersomely, he begins to easily unpick the carefully placed resolve, practically cracking through like it was made of paper and not woven each night as you attempt to stop thinking about him.

Sometimes, it’s easier to think about him.

To snake your hand inside your underwear and ride your fingers with how much you loathe how good he feels. His name is both a curse and a fucking blessing on the tip of your tongue when you come—heat licking up your spine, washing you in something you suspect should be a shame.

But it never is.

Because it’s an exchange, a two-way thing. He doesn’t tell you he likes your hair and you don’t tell him you fuck him so you don’t think.

Instead, you leave that, fold it up, and make it as small as it can be, before you undress for him. Then you fixate on his eyes, on the darkness, the way his pupils swallow the colour you know all the flecks off. You stare, because you hope to see yourself in them—an outline, a shadow, evidence of living, remaining, not chipped away until you’re just stiff work attire and coffee. Something, anything—

Especially when you’re bare. When he stares at you like you’ve been carved for him, by him. When he makes you feel weightless and also like you are never allowed to be anywhere but right here.

It’s an illusion though. A trick of your mind—a delusion where want, need and hope all blend into a concoction that is sold in pink bottles and smells like fruit.

Lifting your chin, you want to chill your eyes and harden your expression. Neither happens.

You’re thrown from your axis, deep brown managing to shroud you, make your mind empty, clear.

“We don’t have to fuck,” he continues, letting it slide from his tongue—slither out, practically hissing. “There’s plenty of ways I can make you moan.”

“I’m sure there is. You’ve paid for the practice, after all.”

His chuckle does nothing to stem the fire—the one out of control somewhere in the pit of your stomach. Clothes suddenly uncomfortable on your skin, your earlier standpoint waning, thinning to the point of transparency.

“Yeah, but I bet you’ve been getting off to thoughts of me—us. How fucking good we are,” he retorts.

Your face blanks, and you hope it’s unreadable.

Because you already have witnessed how skilful he is. Had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing him hold his desk phone since, how he grips his gun, marvelling at the memory of how his fingers feel inside of you, both long and thick. How they engulf yours, practically able to grasp both your wrists in his one hand if he wishes.

But, from the glint in his eye, he’s seen you. Already solved you—cracked you.

“You only had to ask, princesa. Would never leave you wanting.”

You snarl. And it’s that which forces your lips to crash against his, steal more lines from his tongue and tease his mind. Ridding him for once, shaking him empty as your hands clutch the sides of his cheeks. Thankful, more than you care to fucking admit, that his tongue slides past your lips, moves past the back of your teeth—accompanied, and wrapped with it, a groan that vibrates down to your oesophagus.

Bodies pressed together, his mouth slanting over yours as though he’s been wishing to do this for as long as you have. Dizzying, heart-stopping—that’s what kissing him feels like. That’s what indulging feels like.

“I don’t like you.”

Smirking, he runs it over your swollen lips, traces his confidence over your mouth. “Your pussy does though.”

His hand moves, snakes between the two of you—fingers proficient, unwavering from their mission—undoing your trousers, zip sliding down, cutting between the silence as your mouths part, lips ghosting, breaths twisting together in the small gap.

The space is filled with a moan when his hand slides inside your underwear, fingers brushing the delicate nerves that make his name illuminate in your head like it’s been spelt out in light—in candles.

“See? Soaked. Drenched, aren’t you, princesa?”

Your head spins, legs weaken. Body betraying you as it rocks against his movements, curling, craving—desperate and hungry. Because you knew it would be good, that he’d be good. There’s no smoke without fire, and there’d be no discussion over shitty baked cake and decent coffee about his skills if he weren’t best-in-class.

“So fuckin’ needy for me, aren’t you?”

It’s there, ebbing on your tongue, yes, yes yes.

And fuck, you didn’t have him down to be like this. To have you at his mercy, practically dumbfounded, his name and a yes the only things you know, think or say. It falls, rolling from your tongue before his lips busy yours. Kissing you as if he’s starved, as if he wishes to coat his tongue in the way you moan against him—his hand getting slicker, coated in your faux hatred and practised indifference that holds no weight now.

Because you want him. Would gladly let him spin you around and, press your face against a case file box and kick your legs apart. You’d beg for it, want him to hold your hands behind your back as he spears his cock in and out of you, not giving a single fuck that someone could come in—

“Stop thinkin’ about what I could do to you, and more what I am doing to you.”

His eyes on you, blown, full of lust and shimmering with a desire that embeds into your skin until it reaches a whole new temperature. Your tongue is heavy and thick, as your throat struggles to swallow.

If anything, it proves he can listen—just to what he wants. And apparently, that is you. Making it flicker, it suddenly impending, slamming itself onto the track with a focus on its station.

“Think y'like being naughty and letting me do this here.”

Your nerves ablaze, legs quaking as your trousers slide a little further past your knee, pooling at your ankles—his breath dancing across your neck and little hairs.

In vengeance, you nip at his lips, charming kisses that leave him chasing—breaths tangling, teeth biting your bottom lip as you tilt your head. But, he’s resilient, unwavering, hand all but burning inside your underwear, fingers rough, middle and trigger finger calloused and pressed against your swollen nerves as you dig your toes into your shoes so you don’t unravel.

So he doesn’t get to have this so easily.

He knows.

You know he does. Likely knows your brain is firing, tension building, muscles all but quaking in faux-determination. Just barely present to hear what he whispers, but you know it pushes you over.

Gently guides you over the edge as your hips still, throat hoarse as it whispers moans, falling, descending from you as you quickly lose control. He makes you feel alive, full of electricity—blood pumping in your ears as he tastes the way you moan his name. Waves hammering against you, suddenly needing to crash, and they do, they do—

“Fuck, I love making you come.”

His chest rising and falling, pebbled sweat on his brow as he retracts his hand, offers a finger to you—finding you wrap your mouth around it, basking in how he says you’re his good girl.

You suppose that’s why he ends up at your base door past midnight—a silent exchange, a non-verbal promise.

Him and you. You and him.

A brown bag in hand; corruption and a need to not sleep present in his eyes. Drinking you in, lingering his eyes up and down your frame—a sheet clutched against your chest.

You suspect he knows that under this thin fabric, its lace, all ready to be snapped, thrown into some corner, the places they sat covering replaced by the wet expanse of his mouth.

It’s why you let him in, mouth conjoining to his, hearing the door slam behind him as you ruck the leather from his shoulders, down his arms, floor.

“He estado pensando en ti toda la noche.”

A part of you knew he’d come—sensing it. Dressing for the occasion, sliding the lace into place.

Because you know him as much as he understands you.

It’s why you smile, if only to yourself, when he spreads your thighs, coats his cock in your want, and sinks deep into you, rectifying all that is wrong, groaning into your neck as you feel thankful for being full again.

He shouldn’t think you’re a vision, but he does.

Javi learned it quickly, but ignored it at a speed faster than that. Not wanting to be in awe, not wanting to allow himself the chance to think of himself worthy of it.

Except, he’s forever salivating for more of you—desperate for another chance to taste, to hear how your whimpers sound, feel the way your fingers card through his hair, gripping, twisting, pulling.

If someone asked him, he’d confess it on his knees that it’s all he’s thought about. The way your nails feel, how your skin feels. The noises—fuck, the noises you make—and the way your eyes glisten, shimmer, bloom and explode with fucking desire.

“Javier…”

I know, he soothes. The sheet ripped from between the of you, discarded, removed from play as your fingers work his buttons open—more and more skin appearing until he can feel the warmth of your body, your tits against him, nipples peaked as the back of your legs meets the bed.

He’s surprised at the ease you fold for him. Dragging him down, and then you’re under him. Obedient, waiting, needy. He knows it. You know it.

Just like it’s probably obvious that you make him want. That he’s ticking, watching you, unable to tear his eyes away, more so since the other night. Your face close, eyes on the file, cogs turning, brain firing on all cylinders—and when you’d slid your eyes over, he hadn’t been able to not drop his sight to your lips.

The same way he suspects you hadn’t been able to fight doing the same yourself.

It’s why he fucks you with an increased pace, skin slapping, moans more deranged than usual. The drenched fabric between your legs pushed to the side as he drags moan from your lips, wringing them out, stuffing them into some cabinet in his mind that he only opens when he can’t have this, you, writhing, squirming as he fills you to the brim, stuffs you.

“Gotta taste you.” His tongue slides a line down your breastbone, eyes on you, fixated, waiting. “Can I?”

He’s fucking grateful that you nod. Moving, sinking to his knees on the hard floor of your base room—cock hard, dripping, all but throbbing and practically fucking angry. Fingers teasing the fabric, his mouth latching, lace and the taste of him and your desire singeing on his tongue.

And you’re heavenly—a rolling thought which appears as he licks, hearing you react, capturing it all, pocketing it.

Waiting, and waiting, until he feels it—you carding your nails through his hair, tracing lines you likely already suspect others have walked themselves. He wonders if you’re thinking it must be nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary for him, except it was, is.

Because it’s you, they were your fingers—your nails. The ones that type up his reports these days because he can’t type for shit, now typing a story into his scalp, leaving a tale for him to decipher when he tried to sleep later.

He doesn’t look up, too fearful of the sight that he’ll find and never be able to rid of. He keeps his head buried between your thighs, focused, panties still hooked on one thigh, hanging there, pointless and occasionally catching on his palm as he grasps and squeezes your leg. All focused, moving his tongue, working it on you, in you, as though attempting to sort out a kink in the chain—attempting to unravel you in the same way he has done others.

Except, Javi learns, you’re not like them. You’re not something linear, you’re not easy to understand, and there’s no transaction at the end. You’re more than a concept, more than a thing he can undo and figure out just with his tongue, but fuck, he’s sure you would let him try—or at least, he hoped you would.

Right now, he’s enamoured with a task that he finds more rewarding than asking: making you come.

Tongue sinking in, tasting you, coating all of his mouth that he can with you as your hips buck into his face. Nails all perfectly manicured and in a lighter shade than when it was wrapped around his cock last week, drag through his hair. The air punctured with his name—all Javi and Javier’s, not Peña’s and Putas.

He wonders as he spells it on your bundle of nerves, whether you feel it too. This thing—this pulsating, breathing, existing thing that is there all on its own.

A click of his jaw when you laugh at someone else; a flex of his fingers when he finds you in the heart of danger.

Javi reflects—thinks.

But then it goes, fades from mind like dust when you tug on him to move closer, so close your thighs are trembling—likely dangling on the edge of release.

“Need your cock, Javi.”

He doesn’t think about feelings, emotions or the flame he carries for you again—not until you’ve left, leaving him alone, sated, the memory and scent of you being all he has.

The base of his palm presses against his forehead, kneading, cigarette billowing in his other hand because it’s all a fucking mess. From the fact that the fantasy has turned into a reality; the dream has coloured itself until it has become true.

He knew this was real, not concocted by some blackened part of his imagination looking for an escape because you say his name more sweetly than you do in his reverie.

It’s a secret—not known, a thing kept unseen. His walls and sheets know, but not a living soul. And he suddenly wants to change that. Says so much as he moans that you’re mine.

Eyes widening as they stare down at him, hands poised on his chest, hips steadying as you remain seated—filled with him, tits slowly not bouncing.

So he repeats it, “You’re mine.”

No question, no ask.

Watching you swallow, painted in yellow-light which makes the sweat shimmer like glitter.

Rolling your hips, you hold his gaze, consider it, likely question your own goddamn sanity. But then you say it:

“Yours, Peña. I’m yours.”

And he knows he liked it. More than he’ll ever admit. Coming so hard and so quick inside of you once your mouth has twisted into an O and your nails have branded lines into his chest. Hearing it, over and over as he spills into you, relishes in it.

It’s only after, when Javi runs his knuckles along the underside of his jaw, thoughts populating, appearing and popping like balloons, he realises he doesn’t just like it.

It’s more than that.

And that’s why, more than he likely should, he wished he’d asked you to stay. To remain beside him. Let him hold you and make your morning a little better.

Javi could ask. Could half-dress and hammer his fist on your door.

But he doesn’t.

There’s always next time, though.

an: grins wickedly, thought i'd try something new.

[mellowswriting]

HELLLLOOO sinful sunday (monday) is back?! ok with javi p - javi having his way with you infront of a mirror when y'all are newlyweds and the seeing your rings in the mirror together turns him on (idk does that make sense?)

married man

pairing || husband!Javier Peña x f!Reader

word count || 1k (oops)

summary || the sight of you with his ring on your finger, so proud to be his little wife, does something to Javier.

content || SMUT, unprotected p in v, ring kink (is that a... thing??), wife kink, mirror sex, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, praise, unbeta'd

a/n || this got... out of hand. this was only supposed to be a few hundred words, yet here we are. i swear you're gonna give me a heart attack with these asks one of these days, cassidy. love u for it tho

sinful sunday | Javier Masterlist | Main masterlist

Four days have passed since Javier swept you away to a little tropical paradise. Four days since his shaking hands slipped that ring onto your finger. Four days since he made you his wife. 

It still doesn’t feel real to him. 

Javier watches you at the little bar on the beach. You’re waiting for the next round of drinks, a whiskey for him and something sweet and fruity for you. The woman next to you couldn’t help but compliment how beautiful you look - he can’t blame her, either. You’re simply radiant, especially in the glow of the sunset over the water. The smile on your face as you chat with her blows him away, as always. It’s the first thing he noticed about you all those years ago. That sweet smile as you held your hand out and introduced yourself has stuck with him every waking moment. 

A small movement catches his eye - your thumb carefully rubbing the set of rings on your left hand. It sends an unexpected thrill up his spine. Javier shifts in his seat, his jeans suddenly together than before. The woman asks you about the rings and you happily tell her that you’re just married the love of your life a few days ago. You point him out to her and he tries his best to give a polite smile, despite the way his cock aches against his zipper. Her eyebrows raise as she returns her gaze to you, clearly admiring. 

The conversation ends on a note of what a beautiful couple you make. Javier couldn’t agree more. 

He doesn’t know how he manages to let you finish your drink. All he wants to do is whisk you back to your little bungalow of wedded bliss, but he bides his time. He can’t help but keep his hands on you, though - his hand squeezing your thigh, his lips brushing against your cheek, his fingertips tracing your wedding band. 

The moment he has you alone, Javier strips you out of that pretty little dress and drags you into the bed. The sound of your playful laugh only makes him even more ravenous. His hands wrap around your thighs and force them open, his knees hitting the hardwood floor so hard that they’ll bruise. The taste of your cunt blooms across his tongue, all salt and woman. Your hands dig into his hair, wrenching his curls in your fingers and pressing him closer. 

He eats you out like a man starved, all messy tongue and slicked fingers. He watches you take them, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. The sight of your slick drenching his wedding band ignites something inside him, something possessive and greedy that he just can’t rein back. His fingers curl up into that sensitive spot over and over, his tongue swirling around your clit until your back arches and your thighs tighten around his head. 

He doesn’t care. If he suffocated right here, he would die a happy man. 

Javier doesn’t bother giving you time to recover. He manhandles you to the edge of the bed and onto your knees. The huge mirror on the wall gives him the perfect view as he sinks into you in one easy stroke. The pace he sets is devastating. He pulls almost all the way out before burying himself to the hilt all over again, his fingers digging into your hips. Every thrust forces the sweetest sounds from your mouth. Your fingers twist in the sheets and you hide your face in the soft fabric. Javier can’t have that. 

His bicep curls around your throat and he pulls you up, his chest pressed against your back. Careful not to restrict your breathing, he supports your body with his other arm wrapped around your waist. His pace doesn’t falter. His eyes never leave the sight of you in the mirror. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he can hear those precious cries, sung right into his ear. Your hands find purchase on his forearm, little red lines following the rake of your nails. The light glints off of your wedding ring, the diamond refracting shimmers on your fingers. 

It damn near sends him over the edge. 

“My pretty little wife,” He grunts, pressing a sloppy kiss to your temple. “Takin’ it so good for me, aren’t you? That’s it… that’s my good girl.” 

The praise ignites something in you. He can see it in your eyes. You work your hips back against him, meeting every thrust with a greediness that has fire singing in his blood. Goosebumps follow his touch as his hand skirts down your belly. You whimper his name as his fingers brush your clit. Every swipe of his fingertips makes you jerk and shudder against him. It doesn’t matter how much you squirm. He isn’t letting you out of this until you’re so fucked out you can’t remember your own name. 

You can barely choke out a warning that you’re close, but he doesn’t need it. He can tell. He knows your body better than his own. Every quiver, every hitched breath, every sharp moan tells him he’s almost got you there. He fucks you through the crashing wave of euphoria, reveling in the wet gush that coats his thighs. He buries himself deep, his hips flush against your ass as he fills you with his cum. 

Javier holds you there for a moment. He can feel the rapid flutter of your heart where his arm is pressed to your throat. You cling to him as your breathing evens out. 

“I love you, Mrs. Peña.” He murmurs in your ear. 

You huff out a laugh, a teasing lilt in your voice. “I love you too, Mr. Peña”

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

congratulations on your new milestone! you said you’d love more javi so here i am lol how about javier + best friend’s brother/brother’s best friend (whichever inspires you more) + "you look so pretty like this." 🫶🏾

2 Murphy's and a Peña.

y. Brothers best friend + 18. "You look so pretty like this."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. anon - i know you sent me another request that said to discard the brother's best friend bit because i've already done it, but i had to do it again for javi!! i'll admit, i did bump this request to the top of the pile. what can i say, i was feeling inspired by mr peña , as per usual. thanks for being the sweetest!!

Pairing - Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 1081

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Javier swings open his front door, eager to find out who's attempting to punch their way into his neighbours apartment.

"Cariño, if he hasn't answered by now, I'm guessing he isn't home."

You spin on your heel, relieved to be met with the sight of Javier Peña leaning against his doorframe, whiskey in hand.

"Him and Connie rarely go out. I assumed they'd be in," you shrug.

Javi takes a moment to look you up and down. You're wearing a tight dress that hugs your curves just right, and doesn't leave much to the imagination. The colour compliments your skin tone beautifully, and Javi has to remind himself that you are his partners sister. Strictly off limits. It doesn't stop him from staring, though.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you wink.

"I'll hang it in my apartment if you like, right above the fireplace," he teases.

You both laugh, the sound echoing down the hallway.

"What do you need, hermosa? Where are you going dressed like that?"

"Dressed like what?"

"All pretty."

You try not to blush at his compliment. He's so smooth, so easy with it, you understand why all of his informants are so willing to sleep with him.

"I'm not going out, I'm coming back. I had a date, and now I've locked myself out of my apartment. I was hoping to crash at Steve's, but I guess that option has gone out the window," you sigh, leaning back against the door.

"Well, come in while you wait for him to get back. You can tell me more about this date of yours."

He steps aside, gesturing at you to enter his apartment. It's not the first time you've been inside, but usually you're with Steve. It feels different now it's just the two of you.

"You don't wanna hear about the date, I promise you. It was fuckin' awful. God, guys suck. It's my own fault, really."

He pours you a drink as he listens, moving to sit next to you on the couch.

"What's your fault, huh?"

"I just needed to get laid, so I put too much faith in him. He did not deliver."

It's now that Javier realises you've probably had a drink or two. You're never usually this open, this brazen with him. He'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little.

"That bad?" he asks, voice an octave deeper than before.

"Worse than you can imagine. I was dry as the goddamn desert. What's the complete opposite of turned on?"

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. It makes you smile, the corners of your mouth turning up.

"It was like he was a teenager," you continue. "He kept grabbing at me. And not in a sexy way. In a clumsy, I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing kind of way."

Javi keeps chuckling, whiskey loosening him up more than usual.

"What the fuck are you laughing at, Javier?" you giggle.

"I just - " he takes a breath to try and stifle his amusement. "You need a real man, cariño. Not one of these stupid little boys. You need a guy who knows what he's doing."

"Yeah?" you tease. "And where am I supposed to find someone like that?"

"He's probably closer than you think," he murmurs.

Javier has, in fact, gotten closer. He's slowly shuffled along the couch so your legs are pressed together. You can feel his breath tickle your cheek everytime he exhales.

"You need a man who puts you first," he mutters, his nose brushing yours. "You gonna let me put you first, honey?"

His tone is low and slow, like golden honey. The timbre of it is shooting straight to your core, lust clouding your judgment.

"We can't," you whisper. "What if my brother finds out?"

"I won't tell if you won't."

Decision made. You lean in, closing the tiny space between you and pressing your lips to his. Javier kisses you greedily, trying to consume you, swallow you whole.

You hitch a leg over so you're straddling him, sitting comfortably in his lap. His hands go straight to your hips, grabbing so hard you know he'll leave fingerprints. You're moaning into his mouth, tangling your fingers through his hair to pull him closer.

Javi tugs your dress up around your waist, kneading your ass with his strong hands. You start to rock your hips slowly, reveling in the way his zipper catches your clit occasionally.

"Come here," he whispers, moving you to sit on one of his thighs. The rough denim of his jeans is a welcome contrast to the soaking material of your underwear, pleasure coursing through you instantly.

You fist your hands into the front of his shirt, using him as leverage. Javi starts to bump his leg up and down as you rock your hips back and forth, both sensations making you whine.

"You look so pretty like this," he groans. "Prettiest girl I've ever seen."

It's like his verbal filter is gone, filth spewing from his mouth in a constant stream.

"That's right baby, use me. Take what you need."

"Told you you needed a real man. I'm not even touching you and look how close you are already."

"You like that, hermosa? You like riding me like this? Fuck, I can't wait to show you what you've been missing all this time, messing around with those stupid boys."

"You're almost there, honey, I can feel it. Just a little more. That's it, atta girl. Just a little more."

His dulcet voice is driving you closer and closer to the edge, your hips moving faster on their own accord.

"Javi," you whine. "So good. So so good."

"Come for me, hermosa. Show me how pretty you look when you come. Good girl. Give it to me."

Your climax hits you like an ocean wave, crashing over your entire body. It's white hot and blinding, muscles tensing and hips stuttering.

You're spent, head falling forward to lean on Javi's shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, tracing patterns on your back soothingly.

"You did good, sweetheart."

"So did you," you chuckle sleepily.

"How about you have a nap, and then I'll show you what else I'm good at?" he asks, teasing lacing his tone.

"Sounds perfect," you whisper, settling down into his lap, face nuzzling into his chest.

Javi doesn't tell you when he hears Steve get home. You look pretty comfortable where you are.

[pascalscoffin]

Curvilínea

- Curvaceous - Requested by this lovely, lovely person

Full Pedro Masterlist

Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut(it’s not crazy descriptive): oral (f receiving); protected p in v (do whatever you want); vaginal fingering; Javi talks about your pussy in the third person (shut up). Curvy/Plus size!reader. Reader uses she/her pronouns, she and Javi are the same age. Reader understands and speaks Spanish a couple times (probably like once). Reader co-owns a bar rather than just being a bartender. Body Shaming warning!! (Please it’s so mean. I had to look it up I couldn’t even fathom something to say. I FEEL DIRTY) I’ll have them in italics or something. Javi being a gentleman. Violence (a couple punches). Mentions of past drug use/abuse. Mentions of ODing. Alcohol mentioned briefly. Physical description of after an OD.

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Co-owning a bar with your best friend wasn’t exactly your lifelong dream, though if you thought about it hard enough you didn’t ever have a “lifelong dream”. Sure when you were young you wanted to be a singer, an actor, a doctor, the president, a race car driver, a scientist, and a slew of other professions but the fascination with them never lasted long and you were hopping to the next ideal job faster than your parents could keep up.

But in college you met Lucy and Eloise, who would become two of your best friends. In your junior year, the three of discovered cocaine at a party, you and Eloise were more weekend or bi-weekend doers. Lucy, though, who’d grown up troubled and surrounded by the stuff, fell in head first. Lucy was always talking about the three of you opening up a bar together, naming it The Lucky Horseshoe, and living together in an apartment nearby.

And then that was the dream, you and Eloise stopped doing coke and fought to get and keep Lucy clean, which got more difficult with each relapse, until eventually Lucy went in over her head and you and Eloise found her face down in her own throw up.

After that, you and Eloise stuck true to your promise, saving up money and moving to Lucy’s hometown of Laredo, Texas to open the bar. She always talked about missing Laredo, so with her ashes, given as she didn’t have any family left besides the two of you, you went to Laredo and bought a small bar. Originally you were going to call it Lucy’s Horseshoe. But when you got the sign it had said Lucky Horseshoe, and considering that was what Lucy had wanted to name it, it stuck.

You and Eloise often worked together on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays since they were your busiest days of the week, one of you typically able to handle it during the week. Of course, it wasn’t perfect, drunk assholes were drunk assholes whether you owned the bar or not, they tended not to care if they were shitfaced enough. Which is why you were trying to politely tell this guy you weren’t interested, but he wasn’t getting the hint.

“Cmon, doll. When you gonna let me take you out, huh?” Don was a regular, every Friday at 8pm he came in and sat in the same stool until close, desperately trying to hit on you. “I don’t date patrons, Don. Besides, you’re drunk.” Don waved his hand at you with a grunt. “‘M tipsy. There’s a difference.” You made a face while you had your back turned, pouring him a glass of water and sitting it down. “Why don’t you drink some water and I’ll call you a cab.”

“Or c’n jus’ take me to your place. Show you a real good time.” You sighed heavily. “What’s the matter? You got a boyfriend or somethin’?” He scoffed, apparently finally agitated with your constant ‘no’s. “No- I don’t have a boyfriend-“ “girlfriend?” “No.” “Husband? Fiancé? Situationship? Anythin’ holdin’ ya down?”

“No, Don, I don’t.” “Then what’s the fuckin’ problem?” Don scoffed and you rubbed your hand against your leg. “… I’m just not interested, Don? Okay? I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, you’re a nice guy.. you’re just not my type.” Don leaned back and looked absolutely scandalized by the idea that you couldn’t possibly be interested in him.

“Seriously?” You opened your mouth but he stood up and cut you off. “I come here every god damn Friday, talk to you, try to be a nice fucking guy and take you out for a good time and I’m not your type?” His jaw clenched. “Y’know- I wouldn’t be so god damn picky if I couldn’t see my whole body when I looked in a fucking mirror. Fat bitch.” He ripped his jacket off his chair and turned around, immediately being cracked in the face, stumbling back and then getting hit again, actually falling out this time as OH’s echoed around.

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Javier had decided, since he’s been back home for about a year and he’s now settled back in, that tonight he’d go out and try to dip his toes back into the dating pool. There were no high hopes, really, tonight was mostly just to go out and get a feel for what the pool actually looked like. When Chucho suggested a new bar called Lucky Horseshoe, Javier had been skeptical, thinking maybe it was one of his dad’s old guy bars.

He was surprised to see a nicely decorated bar with great music and even better alcohol lined up behind the bar. He’d looked around, contemplating sitting at a table before deciding he’d sit at the bar, and then there was the choice of sitting on the right of the bar or the left. After two minutes of staring at the bar he decided to sit on your side.

After he sat he took that time to look around and really get a feel for his surroundings, the place was nicely decorated and a look above the alcohol showed him different photos of you, the other bartender, and a third girl, the name Lucy was written in the middle of all the pictures and he imagined the other side of the bar looked the same, a closer look at the backsplash for the alcohol would show the same type of deal, photos of a pretty blonde girl, some photos had you and in the other bartender but most were different photos of just the girl, Lucy he guessed.

He hadn't been sitting there long when you'd strolled up to him, probably about a minute, he ordered a whiskey dry and then you were being called over by a guy who was definitely wasted and probably shouldn't have anymore drinks.

He was having a decent time, chatting up different women or talking about sports he couldn't care much for with guys that sat around him, just getting to know people rather than trying to get to know them. He’d picked up on the conversation a bit, keeping himself tuned in when he picked up on the guy’s persistence.

The guy barely had his insult out before Javier was standing up and walking over. He waited for him to turn around and immediately grabbed his collar with one hand, and hit him square in the nose with the other. He let go of his shirt and watched him stumble before hitting him again, watching him fall to the ground. “Fuck! Dude! I think you broke my fucking nose!” He yelled, blood pouring onto his shirt as he held his face.

“Someone should teach you how to speak to women.” Javier grabbed his collar and yanked him up. “What kind of idle-minded, pathetic Hijo de puta son of a bitch do you have to be to hit on a woman, and then talk shit about her body when she says no?” He growled, turning him and shoving him to the door, taking a step towards him as the kid, Javier could tell now he really was just some kid, probably just turned old enough to drink, way too boyish to go after a woman like you. He stumbled back a bit, holding his nose. “Now get the fuck out of here before I break more than your god damn nose.” He grabbed the guys blazer-gross-off the back of the chair he’d been sitting at and threw it in his face.

His friends, who were smart enough to stay out of the fight, helped their friend out of the bar, yelling that they’d just lost their business, though he figured it wouldn’t be missed very much. Javier found himself following behind them, standing just outside the door as he watched them get into their car and peel away.

He was just about to go back in, make sure you were alright, when he quite literally slammed into you just as you were stumbling out of the bar, holding in your own tears. "Shit- I'm sorry." You stepped away from him and he shook his head. "My fault, I wasn't paying much attention." He looked down at you and cleared his throat. "Are you alright?"

You nodded quickly, npt looking him in the eye as you felt the tears start to well up. You always put. on a brave face when people talked about your body, pretended like it didn't bother you, you'd grown up with the comments so at this point you should be desensitized to them. Yet, still, the comments always bothered you, the backhanded compliments about your clothing from skinny female patrons who had frat boys hanging off their shoulders, "innocently" agreeing with their weekly snatch.

"I'm fine." He didn't seem to believe you, though, his brows furrowing before he gently grabbed your hand. "Come on." He guided you over to pnce of the benches outside the bar and pulled his cigarettes from his pocket. You watched him curiously, waiting for him to say something as he put a cigarette between his lips and extended the pack for you to take one, you hesitantly took one and mumbled a soft thank you.

He didn't say anything, though, just put his pack away and lit the cigarette dangling between his lips before reaching his lighter out to light yours. Now that you were actually near him, silent, with no patrons keeping you from admiring him- he really was handsome. A prominent nose with laugh lines crinkling around his dark brown eyes as the flame of the lighter flickered in front of his face.

You looked away from him, though. Just because he punched a guy for body-shaming you, doesn't mean he's interested, he likely doesn't want you ogling him while he's just trying to smoke his cigarette. "Um... why did I have to... sit here?" You asked after a moment. He looked at you and shrugged. "Figured eventually you'd give up the lie and admit that you're not okay."

You blinked rapidly and looked over at him. "Excuse me?" He sighed and leaned forward a bit. "You're not okay." He shrugged a little. "You don't have to be, but... That guys a prick, alright? Shouldn't listen to him." You frowned a little as you pulled your cigarette from your lips, slowly exhaling the smoke from your lungs before letting out a soft laugh. "I don't even know your name and you expect me to just pour my heart out to you?"

You had to admit it seemed inticing, telling him everything that bothered you, because it felt like he wanted to listen, like he wanted you to tell him every little thing that entered your mind. "Javier Peña." You looked down at the hand thrusted towards you and looked back up at him before slowly taking it and telling him your name. He repeated it a time or two and the way it sounded on his tongue made the bottom of your stomach burn.

Peña... that name sounded familiar... "Is your dad Chucho?" You asked curiously, brows furrowed as he widened his eyes. ".. yes. Chucho is my dad." He chuckled. "Didn't realize he was on a first name basis." "Oh, yeah. Chucho's an angel." You laughed softly and sniffled. "So- you're the famous Javi he goes on and on about."

"God- he doesn't." "He does. You should meet mi hijo Javier, he always says." You laughed softly. "He's very proud of you, he loves you a lot." "Uh-huh. What else does he say about me?" You hummed softly. "Sorry, I've been sworn to secrecy." "Oh, have you?" "Oh, yeah. It was a whole thing." Javier snorted a little and shook his head. "Right. So.. he comes here a lot, then?" You nodded. "Definitely. i mean, you don't have to worry about him he really doesn't drink much, I think he just likes the company."

He nodded and took a drag from his cigarette, choking on it with your next sentence. "i also think he really likes talking you up." He coughed violently and looked at you with furrowed brows. "What?" You nodded. "Mhm. Always talking about what a good man you are, how him and your mama taught you how to properly treat a lady. He's had to tell Don off a time or two before." Huh... well played, Chucho.

The old man sure knew how to formulate a plan- and kill two birds with one stone. He knew Don would be there, knew he would bother you, and of course he knew his son would step in and save the day, and if you and Javier just so happened to hit off, then he could stop worrying so much about him.

"Mm I see." Javier nodded. "Well- thanks for letting him hang around." You shook your head with a laugh. "He's sweet, I was more than happy to keep him around." You said happily. Javier chuckled softly and nodded. "Still. Thank you."

You were quiet for a while, the two of you smoking your cigarettes as you glanced at Javier from the corner of your eye. "... thank you for what you did." Javier looked at you and shook his head. "Don't thank me. No one should be spoken to that way." You chewed on your lip. "I should be used to it now, really. I've heard shit like that so much..." "But it hurts anyway." He said softly, making you nod as you reached up to wipe your eye as tears started to slip again.

"Don't cry, mi diosa curvilínea." my curvaceous goddess. He whispered softly, reaching up to swipe under the opposite eye slowly. You laughed lightly and sniffled as you looked up at him. "Well Chucho was right about you being a real flatterer." Javier chuckled softly and tossed his cigarette to the side before taking yours and tossing it in the same direction. "I'm serious."

His other hand came up to cup both of your cheeks. "You shouldn't let a Pendejo like that make you upset. He's not worth it." He rubbed his thumbs along your cheeks. "A silly little boy who resorts to tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants. You're too much woman for him, anyway, he wouldn't know what to do with una diosa like yourself." You felt your cheeks warm up under his hands, a slow grin stretched across his face. "Now- do you think your friend would let you go for the night?"

"W-what?" Javier chuckled. "Would she let you leave? There's nto very many places open at this time of night but a woman such as yourself should be wined and dined- or at least dined." You laughed lightly. "Who says i wanna be 'wined and dined' by you?" You asked curiously.

Obviously you did, you really did, watching Javier knock out Don had started a stur in your belly and the longer you sat there with him the warmer it got, the tighter it pulled. But still, you couldn't just fall right in line, you didn't want him to think you were some kinda whore, especially not after Chucho's told you all kinds of admirable things about him.

Javier tilted his head a bit, his finger running down your cheek and along your bottom lip. "Do you?" He asked softly, his eyes searching over your face before settling on yours. You swallowed thickly and slowly started to nod. "I-I'll be right back." You stood up quickly and stumbled back towards the door, your cheeks burning as you spun around and went inside quickly, over to Eloise.

"Eloise. You know i love you and I would do the same thing for you in a heartbeat- can i please leave with that beautiful, beautiful man outside." Eloise looked up from the glass she was cleaning and widened her eyes. "You whore!" She gasped before looking around at the nearly empty bar. "I can totally handle this. Go, go, go. You deserve it- and I expect all the details tomorrow morning." You nodded rapidly. "Yes, obviously. Okay i have to go now thank you so much and wish me luck with Chucho's son."

As you were grabbing your coat and practically sprinting from the bar, you heard her screech. THAT'S CHUCHO'S SON?! When you stepped out you saw Javier looking at you with raised brows, chuckling softly. "So.. I'm famous around the bar?" You laughed and shrugged. "I told you, Chucho is very, very proud to have you as a son... as he should be."

Javier chuckled and shook his head a little as he started guiding you to his truck. "Whatever you say, Diosa." He looked at you curiously when you stopped. "What about my car?" You looked over towards the run down beamer and he chuckled. "It'll be fine here, I'll bring you back for it in the morning."

You were a little hesitant, your brain momentarily making you consider the fact that this man was very obviously capable, and that going off alone in a car with a man you didn't know was a very bad decision. But something about his eyes, his pouty lips, made you nod your head and smile at him. "Yeah I-I can just come back for it tomorrow." He nodded and guided you towards his truck, opening the passemger door for you to get in.

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The diner was small, warm enough you had to take off your jacket, but not so warm that you were sweating. Javi was sitting in front of you, his elbows pressed against the table. "So I know you're not from Laredo." You laughed and nodded.

"No. No I'm not." "So, where are you from, then?" He asked, you were waiting on your food so you didn't have to worry about a waiter coming over to take your orders. "Las Vegas." Javier's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Vegas? Really?" "Oh, yeah." “How was that?” “Not that exciting, honestly.” You laughed softly and he chuckled.

“Yeah I guess all the drunk gamblers get annoying.” “God and it’s worse if you’re a woman with tits.” You rolled your eyes. “I swear, men get drunk and they think every woman with a pulse wants-“ you blinked rapidly as if realizing you were shit talking men- to a man. “Sorry.”

Javier shook his head. “Don’t be. I’m guilty of the same- except usually the women I come onto actually are into me.” He chuckled softly. “Pretty easy to tell when a woman’s not interested- if you have a couple brain cells to rub together.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Think Laredo might be missing a few.” “Probably.” Javier laughed and nodded.

“So- Chucho suggested the bar but… didn’t say anything about it?” He shook his head. “Nope.” He chuckled. “Said it’d be a good scene for me to go to.” You hummed and nodded slowly. “Guess he was right.” He added. You felt your cheeks warm up as you looked up at him, chewing on your lip lightly. “Huh?”

“Good scene.” Javier chuckled and shrugged a little. “Minus the whole having to punch a guy.” He hummed. You opened your mouth and tilted your head. “I’m sorry I’m-I’m a little lost now.”

Javier laughed softly. “I went out because I’ve been back for almost a year and I still haven’t talked to anyone- female or otherwise.” “He thinks you’re lonely.” Javier shrugged. “He’s not wrong.” He sighed. “I have been a little lonely.”

You raised a brow. “Really?” He nodded. “Yeah.” He sighed heavily. “My partner at work is… my only friend. As depressing as that sounds.” You blinked rapidly. “Oh… well I know how you feel. I don’t have many friends. Eloise and Chucho, really.” He nodded. “How come?”

You hummed and shrugged a little. “I guess I don’t… like most people honestly.” You laughed softly. “I can be around other people but eventually my social battery just runs out.” “But you’re a bartender.” You nodded. “You’d be surprised how little people actually pay attention to their bartender.” He hummed and nodded like he understood.

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You sat and talked with him for what must’ve been two hours, not leaving until the waitress came around to give you your bill and send you on your way so she could close up and go home. You’d gotten closer in the time you were there, Javier eventually moving to sit next to you on your side of the booth, playing with the ends of your hair or the collar of your shirt as you talked quietly with eachother.

And now, you and Javier were back at your apartment, both agreeing you’d rather finish your night somewhere his dad wouldn’t hear. Eloise had even texted you to say she’d stay the night with her girlfriend Cheyenne rather than going home when the bar closed.

You knew Javier was attracted to you at this point, hell you were just as attracted to him. But that didn’t stop the anxiety you felt building in your stomach as you sat on your couch, gripping a beer bottle tightly in your hands as Javier looked at you, leaned back against your couch. You weren’t ever really insecure about your size, but every once in a while the harsh words would get to you and you’d be left floundering for the confidence that once radiated.

“Come here, Diosa.” He said softly, holding his hand out to you. “You’re so far away. Me siento solo aquí.” I’m lonely over here. You felt your cheeks warm up and hesitated before grabbing his hand and sliding closer to him on the couch. “Are you… sure you-” “don’t be silly.” Javier chuckled softly and leaned forward to set his beer down before grabbing yours and sitting it down also.

“I’m not a little boy, Hermosa.” He turned to you and brought his knee up onto the couch so he could look at you head on. “You’re all woman.” He hummed happily and licked his lips slowly. “And I don’t shy away from a woman like you.” He kissed your cheek lightly, and then your neck. “Just more to love, hold, kiss.” He mumbled softly before bumping his nose against yours. “But if you’re not up to it we don’t have to do anything. Just sit here and talk.”

You looked up into his eyes and blinked rapidly, chewing on your bottom lip before you leaned in and kissed him quickly. He hummed, happily kissing you back as one hand cupped your cheek and the other curled around your back and pulled you closer to him.

It wasn’t long before you were laid back on your bed, looking up at Javier in nothing but your bra and panties as he ran his eyes over you. You felt yourself getting shy again, shifting and moving your hands to cover your stomach. Javier was quick to grab your wrists, though, gently tugging your hands above your head. “Don’t.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck before making his way down, stopping briefly to press kisses and slide his tongue along your stretch marks, making you shift and your face and neck heat up.

“Eres hermosa, Diosa, no necesitas cubrirte. Demasiado hermosa para eso.” You are beautiful, Diosa, you don't need to cover yourself. Too beautiful for that. He whispered as he got between your legs, looking up towards you as he slid your panties off. You swallowed thickly and mumbled a shy thank you as he tugged your panties off and tossed them to the side, groaning at the sight of you, wet and pretty and waiting. “Been wondering all night what she looked like- tasted like. Gonna let me taste, Diosa?” He looked up at you again, brown eyes big and pleading and how could you say no to that?

You gave him a rapid nod, shifting as you spread your legs further. “Please.” You whimpered softly, chewing on your lip as he grinned before he was diving down. He started with gentle kisses pressed to your labia before spreading them and pressing a kiss to your clit. Your eyelids fluttered and your head fell back as you moaned softly.

You’d been with quite a few men, but it had been a while so you were feeling a little desperate. When his tongue reached out and slid through you, you gasped and moaned a little louder, tangling your fingers in his hair as he started massaging your clit with his tongue, moaning against you as his eyes closed.

He let go of your labia so they closed around his mouth as he sucked on your clit, one of his hands traveling down to prod lightly at your hole before guiding two of his fingers into you slowly. Your back arched and your grip on his hair tightened as you shuddered and moaned, pressing down on his fingers. “Javi..” you chewed on your lip as he started fucking you steadily with his fingers, his other hand coming up to play with your breast and twist your nipple.

He hummed against you, massaging your clit as he sucked on it, his hips pressing into the mattress as he started moaning. “Joder, qué bien sabes, Diosa. Tomando mis dedos tan bien, también.” Fuck, you taste so good, Diosa. Taking my fingers so well, too. He pulled away to speak, panting heavily as he pushed a third finger into you, licking his lips. You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off with a loud moan when he dove back in, curling his fingers directly into your gspot this time, massaging the bundle of nerves as he continued licking and sucking on your clit.

“Fuck- Javi- Javi please.” You whimpered, tugging on his hair as you looked down at him, lip trembling. Javi hummed against you and pulled away again. “Please what, sweetheart? Hm?” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to your thigh as he continued fucking you with his fingers.

“Necesito que me folles, Javi. Quiero tanto que me folles...” I need you to fuck me, Javi. I want you to fuck me so bad... you begged him, whimpering softly. “Please.”

Javi hummed softly and kissed your cheek gently. “You’re so pretty when you’re begging.” He teased, sliding up to kiss you softly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste yourself, which wasn’t something you cared much for in the past, but when it mixed with Javi’s saliva it had you trembling.

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You weren’t sure how long you’d been going at this point, but the sun was coming up and you’d only stopped once for about ten minutes to get water and catch your breath. You didn’t think it was possible for you to cum anymore at this point but you could feel that familiar coil building up again. You’d lost count of how many times you’d cum.

“J-Javi-“ your voice was hoarse, wrecked and scratchy from screaming his name for so long. Now, though, he was pushing into you ever so gently, grinding his hips at the end of every thrust. “What, Diosa? Gonna cum again? Hm?” He purred softly, pressing harder into you. “Can feel it. She’s squeezing me so hard, baby. Just begging me to stay right here so she can drench me so good again.” He nuzzled your neck, his own voice gruff and raw as he moaned.

You were even more surprised with Javier’s ability to cum so much, not nearly as much as you but definitely more than you’d expect a man to be able to do in a matter of hours. As soon as his hand reached down, pressing just enough into your overly sensitive clit to have you screaming his name and cumming hard around him, your legs shaking and tightening around him as your nails dug into his sweaty back.

Javier groaned and started fucking into you more frantically, hands gripping your hips tightly as he groaned and huffed into your neck, offering a few more sloppy thrusts before spilling into the third condom he’s worn since you started, groaning weakly into your neck as his muscles trembled, breathing heavily.

You laid there for a moment, catching your breath before Javier slowly slid out and fell next to you. He panted heavily and slid the condom off, tossing it into your trashcan with the others. “… holy shit.” You whispered softly, swallowing thickly as Javier chuckled and pulled you close.

“We’ll get up soon to clean up and shower. Pretty sure neither of us can walk right now.” “I’d fucking say. How the hell did you do that?” You looked at him wide eyed as he furrowed his brows curiously. “What do you mean?” “Javi- you came like four times- we used three condoms.” Javier shrugged a little. “Happens when you have a sexy ass girl underneath you.”

Your cheeks warmed up and you shook your head shyly as he gripped your ass and kissed your neck. “Take a little nap. I’ll wake you up soon.” He promised. “This is my house.” “Yeah, well, I’m a cop and I’ll arrest you.” “You can’t arrest me for not taking a nap.” “Failure to cooperate with law enforcement is against the law.” You huffed and pushed his face away before laying your head on his chest. “I should thank Chucho when I get home later.” You heard him mumble before the sleep took over your mind, leaving you unable to respond.

You’d have to thank him yourself, maybe bake him some of those cookies he liked so much. And then you’ll shame him for not warning you that his son was that damn charismatic. Or telling you how to contact him sooner.

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Alright, this one was sitting in my drafts for a while, missing like a paragraph and a half right in the middle. It got tucked away and I completely forgot about it, but I found it when I was doing a little digital cleanup and I finished it. So here’s some dom!Javi, courtesy of me actually trying to get my shit together.

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Javier Peña of Narcos. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

friends/coworkers with benefits

Mentions of alcohol and tobacco

My attempts at Spanish (translations at the end)

swearing

Oral (male receiving)

Oral (female receiving)

Dirty talk

dom!Javier

inexperienced!reader

Pet names

Praise

Slight degradation

training/corruption kink

Unprotected P in V penetrative sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

Kinda belt kink (Javi just does something to me man)

Sir kink

Hair pulling

Slight choking

creampie

posessive!Javi

Javi being the KING of aftercare

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You ran your sweaty palms down the denim on your thighs. You were unprepared, nervous. It wasn’t that you hadn’t tried to do some research, but all you could find on ‘how to give your partner a blowjob’ were magazine articles filled with thinly-veiled innuendos and vague tips. But you were determined to follow through with this.

Javi hadn’t asked, never even brought it up. But the DEA’s resident asshole was a surprisingly attentive lover, and he’d eaten you out more times than you could count. In fact, you could count the times he’d fucked you without making you cum before he even entered you on one hand.

On your side, however, you’d hardly returned the favor. Aside from some heavy petting when the two of you would make out, and the one handjob you’d given him on your couch, fuelled by a lot of tequila and sexual tension, all the pleasure Javi got from you was the old-fashioned way. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to perform oral sex on him, more like you weren’t quite sure how. Not sure how to initiate it, and sure as hell not sure how to actually carry through with the act.

But last night, after Javi gave you so many earth-shattering orgasms you’d forgotten everything but his name, you were more determined than ever to repay the favor. So now you were committed. Which is why you sat on your couch, looking nervous as a hooker in church, waiting for Javi to sneak over from his place next door. 

You were purposefully wearing your favorite jeans, appreciating the confidence boost that came from having your ass look perfect. Your breasts were bare under your thin tank top, nipples pebbling through the fabric despite the sticky hot air of Medellín in the summer.

When you heard the telltale knock at your door, you jumped up from your seat far too quickly and all but ran to open it. As soon as you did, Javi sucked in a breath through his teeth. A light sheen of sweat covered your cleavage and he couldn’t help the way his eyes raked across your exposed neck and shoulders. A blank canvas perfect for the bite of his teeth and the burn of his stubble as he worked his way over you.

You didn’t have time to lock the door before you were pinned up against it, one of his knees slotted between your thighs, his thick arms caging you in so there was no escape from the reality of Javier Peña. Once he finally came up for air, your head falling back against the door as he began a planned assault against your neck, you were already drunk on him.

“Muñeca, always so perfect for me,” he growls into your ear as one of his large hands comes up to palm your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. His lips swallow the whine from yours as he rolls a nipple between two fingers, pinching lightly.

It takes all your training and experience as an agent to pull your brain from the haze of bliss that Javi induces in you so easily. You have a purpose this evening, and you’re not chickening out. You manage to plant both hands on his broad chest, covered by his red button-down, a known favorite of yours, and push slightly to get his attention.

“Hey,” you panted out, your forehead resting on his. “I, uh, I…”

Javi stopped everything he was doing instantly, moving his hands to rest respectfully at your waist as he pulled away a bit to look at you properly.

“What is it, muñeca?” his thumbs rubbed soothing circles over your stomach, brow furrowed deep with concern.

You swallowed hard, steeling your nerves before meeting his eyes again. “I want to try something.”

“For you, I’ll try almost anything,” he chuckles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Now it was your turn to chuckle. “Well, actually, I guess you would say it’s more for you,” you finished your sentence with a smirk. As Javi tried to decipher what in the hell that could mean, you turned and locked the door properly, including the deadbolt and security chain, before taking his hand and tugging him over to your couch.

“Ok, so, I guess I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, I’m just not really sure how,” you sat next to him, your knee pressed up against his.

“Just tell me already, princesa,” he laughed, “You’re making me nervous.”

As long and hard as you’d tried to piece the words together, you couldn’t find a way to say them that didn’t make you want to dive under the floorboards and hide until doomsday. So if words were going to fail you, maybe you could tell him some other way.

So instead of answering him, you put one hand on his knee and used it as a grip to lower yourself onto the rug below, shuffling to kneel between his spread thighs. You ran your hands up and down the denim of his jeans, focusing on his inner thighs and hopefully getting the message across.

It wasn’t until you looked up into his eyes, your lashes fluttering innocently as you got him all worked up that he realized what you wanted.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes blowing wide with lust. Encouraged by his reaction, your hands finally made it to the buckle of his belt. The one you’d stared at for months before that first night in the stakeout car. The same one that’d he’d used to restrain you as he gave you the fucking of a lifetime, more than once.

But as you went to undo it, one of Javi’s hands came to rest over your own, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You were instantly afraid you’d done something wrong, or that he wasn’t in the mood for this right now, but when you looked up at him, he wore a devilish grin.

“My girl’s a little eager, isn’t she?” he asked, cocking his head to look at you like a naughty pet or an irksome child.

You nodded solemnly, biting down on your lower lip and trying to contain the whimper that threatened to slip out.

He smiled then, and the hand that covered your own moved to card through your hair, before harshly tugging it back, making you gasp.

“I like words, remember,” he raised a brow at your parted lips. He knew how much you loved having your hair pulled, and he knew just the right ways to pull to get you riled. “Don’t make me remind you again.”

You nodded hastily when he released you, swallowing the excess saliva that had pooled in your mouth at his actions before managing out a meek, “Yes, sir.”

His smile was back, like sunshine after a beautiful rainstorm. “Good girl. Now, do you want my cock in your mouth, princesa?”

Another nod, another “yes sir.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Your cheeks flamed and you took a shaky breath. “I-I want your cock i-in my mouth, sir.”

Above you, Javi beamed with pride. Despite all your confidence in your career as an agent, you often lacked it in your personal life. When the two of you first started fucking, you were nervous about letting him see you with the lights on. Now you were dressing up for him and wanting to give him a blow job.

“Good girl, I’m so proud of you,” he ran a thumb along your bottom lip, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Never be afraid to tell me what you want.”

This time you only nodded in response, but he let it slide.

“Have you ever had a cock in your mouth before, muñeca?” he asked, still playing with your bottom lip.

“No,” you shook your head, before remembering to add the ‘sir’ that he loved to hear so much.

His head fell back on the couch cushions and the low groan that slipped from his lips reverberated all the way down to your core, making you leak into your panties.

“Jesus, querida,” he swore, “You’re going to be the death of me. So you want me to teach you how to suck cock?”

“I want you to teach me how to suck your cock, sir,” you corrected him innocently.

He murmured some things low and fast under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch. “Gonna turn you into my little cocksucking whore. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you said too quickly, making his eyes crinkle as he smiled at you. “I wanna make you feel good like you make me feel good.”

“Come here,” he opened his arms for you to crawl up into him, and he placed you to sit firmly on his thigh. He repeated his earlier action of moving that same strand of hair back behind your ear.

“You know you don’t have to do this, not if you don’t want to,” his eyes leveled with yours, searching for any apprehension on your face.

“I want to, Javi.” The use of his name let him know you were still all there, not floating on a cloud of sexed-out bliss. You really did want this.

“Ok, I’ll teach you then, but you’ve gotta know a few things,” his hand came to grip your hip, a favorite spot of his. Under your clothes were still tiny bruises from the last time he’d fucked you.

“First of all, you’re not going to get it right away. It’ll take practice. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, querida, so don’t try to do too much for your first time.”

“Got it, take it slow, don’t get ahead of myself,” you repeated back to him, earning a nod.

“The most important thing is to relax, and breathe through your nose. If you need to take a break or something’s wrong, you just tap my leg twice, ok?”

“Tap twice if I need a break,” you nodded along. You were practically vibrating in excitement now, and Javi could definitely sense it.

“You ready, princesa?” he placed a light kiss at the edge of your collarbone before lightly nipping at the spot, making you shiver.

“Yes, sir,” you all but purred, waiting for him to release his grip on you so that you could finally.

“Why don’t you strip for me, querida,” he let go of your hips and leaned back against the couch, watching smugly as you stood and pulled the tank top over your head. Your jeans were next, popping the button and shimmying out of them. It wasn’t as sexy as it could have been, but you were excited.

As your fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties–a gray cotton pair with lace trim, nothing spectacular–Javi stopped you.

“Leave them on,” he said with a wink, “I want to run a little experiment.”

The way he said the word ‘experiment’ sent a chill down your spine, so you happily obliged and dropped to your knees on the patterned rug of your living room, hands once more settling on Javi’s muscular thighs as he watched you with hooded eyes.

“Can I see you?” you looked up at him with big doe eyes, and he knew exactly what you wanted. As much as you loved his ass in his jeans or the way his eyes popped in that shirt, you loved seeing him bare even more, feeling the heat of him all around you.

“When you look so pretty on your knees for me, how can I say no?” he grinned as he began undoing the buttons of his shirt, quickly stripping it off and tossing it to the side. Next came his belt, and you couldn’t miss the way your cunt throbbed as he slid it from his belt loops, the brown leather flashing before your eyes.

Finally, he undid the top button of his jeans and slid the zipper down. You didn’t have to see to know Javi was going commando. He usually did, especially when he was coming over from his place down the hall to yours for just this kind of recreational activity.

The muscles of his stomach flexed as he lifted his ass off the couch and slid his jeans down. You couldn’t help the way you bit your lip when his cock finally sprang free, already hard and dripping precum. You had to help him get his jeans the rest of the way off, and soon they joined his shirt and belt on the other end of the couch.

With him bare before you, you could feel the nerves creeping up the back of your throat, but you let the feeling of Javi’s warm thighs under your hands ground you in the moment and focused on your breathing.

Leaning forward carefully, you started by placing a kiss to his weeping tip, earning you a shaky sigh from the man above you. Tentatively, you offered a kitten lick. The taste of him was salty but not unpleasant. Encouraged by the way his fingers dug into the couch cushions, you began working your way down towards his balls. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to fit all of him in your mouth, at least not this first time, you knew you’d need plenty of spit for your hand to work the base of him.

Once his length was sufficiently slick from your spit, you added a hand to the equation, working him up and down and relishing the way his breath hitched as you found the right mix of pressure and speed. You knew you could make Javi cum just like this, and he would be just as grateful as if you had deepthroated him, but this was something you wanted to do. So pumping him a few more times with your hand, you decided to try and take him in your mouth for the first time.

You didn’t expect the weight of him on your tongue, or the way you were enveloped in a cloud of his scent. It was something musky and smoky and undeniably him. The pleased hum that slipped out of you surprised you both, but any worry that it was the wrong thing to do was gone the second a deep groan echoed from deep within his chest.

“Fuck, baby,” his eyes were already squeezed shut, hands balled into fists by his thighs, “Keep doing that and I’m not gonna last.”

You just hummed again, and tentatively bobbed your head up and down a couple of times, staying shallow and letting your hands cover most of his length. Curses and praises spilled from his lips as he fought to keep his composure. The sight of you, innocent and curious on your knees before him was nearly enough to take him over. 

When you tried to go deeper, you got just over halfway when your gag reflex kicked in, and you pulled back abruptly, panting and spluttering for breath. A long line of saliva connected your lips and the tip of Javi’s dick, a sight you never expected to be so erotic, but it had you rubbing your thighs together.

“Easy, muñeca, breathe,” he panted, still staying in control for you.

You nodded, taking a deep breath before licking another stripe up the underside of him and taking him in your mouth once more. This time, you knew where you could get to before it would trigger that pesky gag reflex, and you took him as deep as you could and held him there. In the meantime, you worked your hands and tongue. This combination seemed to really get under his skin, soon Javi was gripping the cushions of the couch so hard you were afraid he’d rip them.

“Fuck, you’re good at this. Feel so good around me, querida,” he moaned. His hips jumped forward and suddenly he was in your throat again. You gagged a little, but it wasn’t quite as bad as the first time. The burn was already becoming familiar, and you were quickly associating it with the growing ache in your lower belly.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Javi sat up all the way as you coughed a little, hot tears streaking down your cheeks. His thumbs brushed them away as he cradled your face in his large hands, searching for any sign that he’d hurt you.

“It’s ok, Javi,” you reassured him, though your voice was a little raspy, “I-I liked it.”

Another wave of dampness flooded your core as he groaned.

“My innocent little princess…not so innocent,” he hummed, smiling slightly as he leaned forward to pull you into one of his all-consuming kisses. A whimper slipped from your lips to his as he reached down to knead your exposed breast. Then he was pulling you again, lifting you up onto the couch.

“But, I wanna finish,” you pouted, pulling away from him. Javi just laughed, biting on your bottom lip.

“Trust me, baby, there’ll be other times for that,” he growled, slipping his hand between your bodies and to the obvious damp spot on your panties.

When his fingers tapped at your clothed entrance, you jumped in his embrace. It wasn’t enough, you needed so much more, and you knew exactly what he had to give.

“Dripping for me, yeah?” he teased, making you gasp into his shoulder. “Just a needy little thing, gettin’ all wet from sucking me off.”

“Please,” you begged, fingers curling into the flesh of his shoulders.

“Please what?” he mocked your tone of voice.

“Fuck, Javi,” you whined, “Please fuck me. Need you.”

“Now, you know usually I’d make you ask nicely, but since you sucked my cock so good, I think you’re due for a  reward,” his hands grabbed your ass harshly and you tried your hardest to stay still. “Bend over the couch for me baby,” he ordered, with a playful swat to your ass.

You practically scrambled to comply, not even stopping to take off your panties. The first time Javi had undressed you–in the bedroom, not just with his eyes–he’d explained that sometimes he liked unwrapping his own presents. The possessiveness of his statement sent a chill down your spine even as you watched him stand from the couch and stalk around towards you.

The rough pads of his fingers ghosted along the flesh of your hips and hooked into the waistband of your panties. He was slower than you thought possible, and you could practically hear him smile when you gasped as the air hit your slick for the first time.

Suddenly his tongue was probing at your folds from behind, his large hands splayed across your ass to give him room to work. Your hips bucked into the frame of the couch and you resisted the urge to reach back and tug at his hair. One finger and then another slipped inside you, but only for a moment.

You whined at the loss of contact, but you could still hear the sound of Javi sucking his fingers clean.

“Lo siento, soy adicto a este coño,” he crooned in your ear as the tip of his cock dragged against your slit languidly. All the breath left your body when he filled you, bottoming out in one unfaltering thrust.

He didn’t stay there for long, he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, quickly setting a brutal pace that had your toes curling and your fingers fisting the cushions underneath you.

His name fell from your lips like a blasphemous prayer, but the only one meant to hear it was him. When his hand tangled in your hair for the second time that night, you wondered to you yourself if he was some kind of mind reader.

As he pulled you to his chest, the new angle allowed him to hit that spot that made you see stars and you couldn’t help but cry out.

“¿Quién te folla tan bien?” he growled. His hand moving from your hair to wrap around your throat, not yet applying pressure, told you it was not a hypothetical.

“You!” you cried, “It’s you, Javi.”

“Say my name,” he hissed.

“Javier!” you practically screamed.

His lips on your neck were a soft contrast to his hips that were stuttering in and out of you at an unbelievable pace. Javi’s hot mouth on your skin helped to ground you as the coil tightened low in your belly.

The hand on your hip slipped between your thighs and found the little bundle of nerves where he rubbed fast and hard, your slick easily coating his fingers.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warned, clenching around him.

“Cum,” he ordered. The hand around your throat applied the slightest pressure at your pulse points just as his fingers seemed to have unlocked the perfect rhythm. As you came, you were vaguely aware of him whispering in your ear, “Te voy a arruinar por cualquier otro hombre.”

When the last waves of pleasure rolled through your body, Javi released you gently to lay against the couch as he chased his own high, his hips faltering as he got close, before finally spilling into you with a final thrust.

He didn’t move for a minute, his weight still comfortably present against your back. When he was ready to get up, he did so slowly. The space in between your shoulder blades was peppered with kisses as gentle hands ran over your skin, bringing you back to the real world.

“You with me, querida?” he finally asked as he pulled out, and you winced at the feeling against your sensitive flesh.

You nodded tiredly, squirming underneath him so you could face him, hold him like he held you. No, the two of you weren’t romantically involved, but Javi knew how important aftercare was, and even though he’d never admit it, he was even more touch starved than you.

The two of you ended up on the couch, a tangled mess of limbs as the sun sank below the horizon outside. A stray hand played with your hair as one of yours traced the scars of his chest. There were no words to fill the silence, but none were needed. A small part of your heart was already broken. It fell in love with Javier Peña long before you ever slept with him, and it was the same part of you that constantly reminded you that this would only end badly.

But maybe it wouldn’t. And so what if it did. Whoever said the best things in life are free was an idiot. The best things in life break your heart, shatter your soul, and leave you behind to pick up the pieces. You pay for the best things in blood and sweat and tears. The best things in life are the best because they hurt, they make your heart ache, and they make you long to be a better person, a different person. And as far as you were concerned, Javier Peña was the best thing you’d ever met.

As he drifted off underneath you, you were thinking about what he said as you came, and you couldn’t help but whisper, “Ya los has hecho.”

Muñeca = doll

Princesa = princess

Querida = dear

Lo siento, soy adicto a este coño. = Sorry, I’m addicted to this pussy.

¿Quién te folla tan bien? = Who fucks you so good?

Te voy a arruinar por cualquier otro hombre. = I’m going to ruin you for any other man.

Ya los has hecho. = You’ve already done it.