#javier pena fan fic
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All of You
Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (eventual wife reader)
Word Count: 2900+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: I’m not sure who originally said it, but the wonderful @morallyinept shared this and I had to write it for her! A Boxing Day gift? Is that a thing (said in American)? Shoutout to @rhoorl for the nickname! This is not beta’d because I’m tired lol
Yeah... I'm not okay. I read a reblog comment which made me chuckle saying this is older, retired Peña who's being slowly overfed by his wife
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“I’ll be right with you!” I yell over my shoulder as the entry bell dings, boots casually walking across the hard floors of my little corner store bakery.
I slide the baking pan in my old oven, an antique to most but she works better than most of these modern ones. I set my timer and place it on the counter next to the oven, wiping my hands on my apron as I spin around to address the customer and am momentarily rendered speechless. A man casually peruses my glass display case, all dark hair and dark eyes, a slim frame but the broadest shoulders I’ve seen. His nose is prominent, a mustache that sort of reminds me of Burt Reynolds is neatly trimmed, and he leans down to look closer at something in the case.
Sexy would not begin to describe this man.
“Are those coyotas?”
I blink, his voice runs through my brain and makes my body shiver, goosebumps erupting across my arms.
“Y-yeah. Yes. Coyotas.”
He looks up at me, his eyes wide and round just like a damn puppy and I could get lost in those eyes.
“Could I have a few?”
“Absolutely. Anything else?”
He finally looks at me, pulling his eyes away from whatever memory the coyotas held and blinks, his eyes scanning down my body, the tingles from before starting back up.
“S-sir?”
“Huh? Oh. Uh yeah. I’m picking up an order for Chucho? Peña?”
I chuckle. “Chucho. My favorite customer! I have his order right here.” I move to grab a small bag with various pastries inside, making him a to-go cup of cafe con leche to accompany it.
“Would you like a cup?”
“What? Oh I don’t want to put you out.”
“You’re not. How do you like it?”
“Plain?”
I pour him a black cup of coffee, sliding the lid over it before turning to hand it to him, his fingers brushing against mine as he takes it and I feel my cheeks heat up at the spark that passes between us.
“Chucho normally comes to say hi.”
“Yeah he’s dealing with farm shit right now. Asked me to come.”
I nod. “And you are?”
“Oh shit! Sorry! I’m Javier. Chucho’s son.” He extends a hand as I say my name but does it too quickly, coffee spilling out of the cup that he had squeezed a little harder than he should have. “Fuck I’m so sorry. Let me help-”
I wave my hand. “I got it. Are you ok? Some of that got on you. Hold still.” I take a clean cloth from my apron pocket and run some water on it, turning back to Javier. I gently take his hand, placing it in mine, trying to ignore the heat that immediately sprung up between my thighs. I dab at his hand, hearing his breath come in short bursts.
“Am I hurting you?”
“N-no. Not..hurting.”
He looks into my eyes, his pinched together and round and we just stare at each other for several moments, getting lost in the other. Then the bell rings and the spell is broken, Javier jerking his hand back as a woman walks in and I wave to her, letting her know I’d be right over. I grab Chucho’s order and coffee, carefully handing the latter to Javier.
“Wait. I haven’t paid.”
I wave him off. “Don’t worry about it. I got it.”
“No. You deserve payment.”
“Javier, really. It’s ok.” My body braver than I am, I place my hand on his forearm, giving it a little squeeze, offering him a smile. Javier shifts from foot to foot before looking at me and nodding.
“If you insist.” He hesitates, opening his mouth to say something else but then the door bell jingles again and he closes his mouth, holding up the bag slightly in thanks.
Javier comes to get his dad’s order every day for the next few months. I’m fairly certain Chucho will have gained some major weight by now, with all the cookies and pastries Javier brings him. But I am not complaining - any chance to see this man, hear him talk. He doesn’t tell me much about the last few years, but I imagine he can’t, not really. His job has so much confidentiality involved but it’s deeper than that. I can see it in his eyes, the hardness, sadness, regret for things he must have had to do to take down an evil man.
So he asks me about me, where I’m from, how did I get so good at baking, all of it. I tell him how my “abuela” taught me the from moment I could talk, teaching me all the traditions that accompany each pastry. Even though we weren’t blood related, she had been really close with my mom, who reminded her of a daughter she’d lost. Javier listens with rapt attention, asking me questions to learn more as he sips his coffee.
But one day he doesn’t come in at his normal time in the morning. Instead, Chucho walks in, smiling and giving me a quick hug before making his usual order.
“No Javier today?” I ask, trying to be nonchalant. Which I guess I’m not because he smirks.
“Actually, I had business in town today. Javi is mending some things in the barn for me.”
The image of a sweaty Javier fills my mind and I shake my head a little. Focus.
“Oh. Sounds like hard work.”
There’s that smirk again. “It is. Hey, could you do me a favor? I owed him dinner and I won’t be home in time for that. Poker night at Robert’s house. If I call Rita’s, could you bring it to him?”
“I..me?”
“You close early enough?”
I’d close right now if it meant seeing sweaty Javier pounding nails.
“Y-yeah. I can do that for you.”
He smiles, handing me money for his coffee. “I’ll call Rita’s. Could you get it around 4?”
I pick up his food at Rita’s, ready and waiting for me at 4pm, and follow the directions Chucho had given me out to the Peña farm. I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t nervous, getting to see Javier outside of the walls of my little bakery was something I’d only dreamed of. I figured if he were interested, he would’ve asked me out or something by now. Right?
Taking one last glance in the mirror to adjust my hair, I step out of my car, walking around to open the passenger door and grab the food, his drink secured in my other hand. I hesitate at the front door, mostly because I’m trying not to chicken out but also because my hands are full and my brain is not operating fully. I eventually decide to set his drink down on the arm of the porch chair and knock, waiting several moments. Only, no one comes and the house is quiet. I knock again, wait again, and still nothing. But then I hear a faint clink! Clink! Coming from around back where the barn is and I assume Javier is in there.
Grabbing up the drink, I take a deep breath and head towards the barn, where I hear some more banging and a couple of swear words. Nervously, I raise my hand to the wood door and knock, despite the door already being open. The pounding stops immediately and then he walks into my vision, Javier, sweaty, no shirt, jeans with some wear on them, and a tool belt slung low on his hips. He’s wiping his hands on a handkerchief as he walks towards me, head cocked to the side but his eyes wide and…nervous?
“Pastelito?”
I smile, clumsily holding up the food and drink. “Chucho said he was going to Robert’s and wouldn’t be home to get you the dinner he owed you.” Don’t look at his chest, don’t look at his chest. Don’t. Look.
His eyebrows pinch together in confusion. “Owed me? He doesn’t owe me anything.”
“O-oh. I..he just asked me and I said I’d help. But you look busy, I can take this back if you don’t-”
“No!” He steps closer to me, reaching for the food. “I mean, no. I’ll…thank you, pastelito.”
I hold out the food and drink, Javier only a couple of steps away. I finally manage to look at him and find him already looking at me, his eyes dark and bright, looking for something in mine. He takes the food, his fingers brushing against mine, only this time he doesn’t move away. His large hands pause over mine for several moments before his fingers start to trace little lines up my forearm, goosebumps pimpling my skin, my heart racing. No longer in control of my brain, my eyes scan down his shirtless chest and back up, heat flaring between my thighs. He grips my forearms, pulling me to him and I drop the food, my hands immediately coming up to touch his chest as he lifts my chin, his lips pressing against mine. Fuck, his lips are soft and he’s so warm, sweaty from his work and all I can think is how I want him to press me into this bale of hay and take me, let me take his worries away.
One hand slides down my back, the other cradling the back of my head as his tongue pushes gently forward, my lips parting, tongue coming out to meet his. He presses his body against mine, the sweat from his chest getting me wet all over. He walks me backwards until I bump against a beam. He starts to kiss a path down my neck and I gasp, whining a little when he sucks on some spot below my ear. His hands are wandering, sliding across my body, hoisting one of my thighs up on his hip, his stomach pressing in between my thighs and I moan at the feel of it. As he reaches my boobs he stops, pulling his head up so fast I’m dizzy with the motion of it.
“Javier?”
His eyes are nearly black, his chest heaving, and he shifts slightly where he stands. “I…I can’t.”
Ouch. “Oh. I..you can. If you need permission, you definitely have it.”
“No, it’s just-” He sighs, gently setting my leg back on the floor and stepping away from me and I feel cold despite the heat of the evening, and embarrassed.
“I’ll see you around then,” I have to get out of here before the tears come. But his hand gently closes around my arm, tugging on it lightly until I turn, swallowing hard.
“Paselito, it’s not you. Please, come sit? And I’ll explain?”
I nod, shaking my head to rid myself of the tears. At least for the moment. He sits on a bale of hay and pats the space next to him. I sit, wrapping my arms around myself for some sort of comfort. He looks at me, taking my hand in his and holy shit why are his hands so large?
“Pastelito…I..I normally rush right into the physical. Hell, that’s all I really had for the last 6 years.” He sighs. “But I don’t want to do that with you. I don’t want to rush it. I definitely want to, but I want to date you. Fuck, I sound stupid don’t I?”
“Not at all, Javier. I…I’ll assume this isn’t a line,” Javier chuckles at that. “But I would absolutely love to date you.”
We fuck at the end of the first date and through the remainder of that weekend.
10 years later…
Javier sets his utensils down, chewing the last bit of his dinner before taking a sip from his glass. “You need to stop cooking so well, mi esposa [my wife], or I may not be able to fit through the door.” He rubs at his stomach, softer and slightly more fluffy after a few years of early retirement.
“Never. I love cooking for my husband. He’s definitely earned it.”
“Yes but soon you may not want me.” He pats his stomach and smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, insecurity brimming behind it.
I set down my fork, pushing my chair back to stand up and walk over to him. His eyes follow my movements and I gesture for him to push his chair back from the table, which he does. I stand between his legs, looking down at him. I place my hand over his, where it rests on his stomach.
“You think I’d find you unattractive because of this?” He shrugs, a non committal answer.
“Maybe. I am not in the shape I was when we met.”
“Neither am I, Javi.”
“Yes, but you’re gorgeous.”
“So are you.”
He blows air from his lips, looking away from me. Much to his surprise, I decide to straddle him, his arms quickly hooking behind my knees to help hold me. I lean forward, kissing him hard and he kisses me back, his nails digging into my skin. I’m grateful I wore a dress today, especially because there’s less layers between us. I start to move my hips, slowly at first but the heat quickly builds as I grind along his belly, breaking the kiss to gasp. He watches me, eyes wide and dark as I rub myself on this area that causes so much insecurity.
“Fuck, Javier, you’re so fucking..ngh!” My hands grip his shoulders, digging into his skin.
“Yes, pastelito, use me. Fuck me how you want. Show me how you feel.” His chest heaves, helping to hold me in place still, but his hands are twitching, wanting to touch me. I speed up, grinding harder and then suddenly I come, his name spilling from my lips as I leave a wet mark on his shirt. Finally, I look down at him smiling, seeing his eyes like a damn puppy.
“I fucking love your body, Javi. All of it. I could fuck myself on all of YOU!” I scream out the last word as Javier suddenly stands, pushing me up and laying me on the table, somehow pushing dishes out of the way as he did, some of them clattering to the floor, to be picked up later.
His hands scramble up under my dress, yanking down my soaked panties and pulling them off, groaning when he felt how wet they were. His belt buckle clanks as he undoes it and drops his pants to the floor. He lines up, but I lean up on my arm.
“Wait.” I reach forward with my other hand and undo some of his buttons, Javi finishing the rest before yanking it off himself. I run my nails down his chest and over his belly, the damp skin there heating me up.
I meet his eyes. “You’re so fucking, hot Javi. I will never stop thinking that.”
He pushes me back down and into me at the same time and I yell his name as he splits me open, his fingers digging into my hips and pulling me towards him as he thrusts, an extra hard jut of his hips when he’s already inside, knowing how that makes me writhe and moan, my entire body like a livewire. He grunts with every thrust of his hips, baring his teeth sometimes with the force of it and all I can do is hold on, my fingers digging into his arms as I moan and yell his name.
“Yes! Fuck me, Javi!”
His hand moves between my thighs, touching me and my legs twitch. He smirks down at me as I chant his name. “Scream my name, pastelito. Make the neighbors know who I am.”
“Ye-YES! JAVI!” I come hard, yelling his name as he asks, stars in my vision and the sound of wind rushing in my ears, but not loud enough that I don’t hear him, grunting and panting out my name as he spills into me. His forehead touches mine, his nose nuzzling into me for several moments before he sits back up with a different groan, rubbing at his back for a moment before pulling out.
“Well my back definitely tells me I’m getting older.”
I chuckle, my breathing finally leveling out as Javi extends his hand to me, helping me sit up. He holds it, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand before placing it on his cheek, looking at me.
“So, you said you could fuck yourself on all of me?” His eyebrows are raised questioningly.
I nod. “Oh yes.”
His eyes darken. “Then show me.”
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CHARLIE you talented writer YOU!! If I could give you the world I would. I’ve been enjoying reading all these prompts turned into fics! Beautifully and nastily written 🤭
I would like to request ‘i want to see you’ fwb with Javier Peña. If you could make it angsty, dirty and fluffy in the end, I’d gladly kiss the ground you walk on. Luv ya! 😘
Oh my god Anon, you have no idea how much this message means to me ❤️ I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing - it makes me the happiest gal alive when people take time out of their day to tell me they like what I'm producing, so thank you 🫶🏼
This prompt flew out of my fingers at lightening speed - thank you! I hope you enjoy it!
Pairing | Javier Peña x Female Reader
Word Count | 1.9K (I'm getting carried away with these now!)
Fluff, angst and of course, smut below the cut! Still open for prompts - check here and pop into my ask if there's anything you want to see! Writing for Javi P, Javi G, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales and Dieter Bravo!
Javier slammed the phone down onto his desk for the third time in thirty minutes, putting a cigarette between his lips to light it, feeling the slight relief of the nicotine in his system almost immediately.
“You know, if you slam that any harder you might actually finally break it.” Steve mused from his place opposite him.
Javier glared at him, using his free hand to massage his temple. It had been a rough day. A failed attempt to capture one of Escobar’s right-hand men and a dressing down from Messina about ‘wasting resources’ had him furious and in these times, it was always you that he’d turn to for relief. He’d pick up the desk phone, only ever after midnight, mumble down the phone that he was coming over and hang up. He’d spend as long as he could buried inside of you, seeking the comfort and release he needed before he’d get up, dress himself and leave.
At the beginning it suited you. Relatively new to Colombia and the administration you’d found it thrilling that the famous Javier Peña had taken to calling you instead of turning to the company he’d always had at the city’s brothels. But then it had started taking it’s toll. He’d call in the early hours of the morning, begging to see you and you’d always let him come but then he’d come to expect that he could waltz in and take exactly what he wanted and leave without an explanation, and it was beginning to make you feel like nothing more than a whore yourself.
Two weeks ago, when he’d called and told you he was coming over you’d refused. You’d complained you were tired and needed an early start, to which he’d pointed out that it had never mattered before. You’d lost your temper, shouting down the phone about it always having to be on his terms, in the dead of night, with no-one else being able to know what the two of you were doing. You’d slammed the phone down on him and done everything possible to avoid him since.
“I don’t even know what I’ve done.” Javier spoke to Steve, continuing to massage his temples.
“I didn’t think you were actually this dense.” Was Steve’s blunt reply.
“What the fucking hell is that supposed to mean?” Javier spoke with a harsh tone.
“Dude, you’ve been fucking her for months now, you do exactly this, phone her when you’ve had a bad day, turn up, get your fill and leave,” He had waved his hands whilst trying to explain, “You treat her no differently to any of the girls you saw before apart from this time she doesn’t charge you for the honor.”
“She knew what she was getting into.” Was what Javier replied with.
“That don’t make it right, man,” Steve tried to reason, “If you’re going to be friends with benefits, you’ve got to be her friend.”
Javier growled, stubbing out his cigarette before rubbing his face with his hands, “You know, sorry would probably go a long way,” Steve said before standing up, “I’ll see you tomorrow man.”
Javier picked up the phone once more, stopping to decide if this was really the right thing to do before dialing your number for the fourth time. He was convinced it was going to ring out again, but the ringing stopped, and he could hear a distant shuffling on the other end of the phone.
“Hello?” Your voice drifted through the receiver, immediately dissipating some of the tension in his shoulders.
“Hermosa?”
“What do you want Javier?” There was an ice to your voice that he wasn’t used to, even when he spoke to you last time the tone had been more one of disappointment than anything else.
“I just wanted to hear your voice.”
He could hear you take a deep sigh on the other end of the phone, “Well, you’ve heard it now, can I go back to bed?” He could already tell you were moving to hang up the phone.
“Hermosa, wait, please.”
On the other side of the phone, you were stood in the entryway of your apartment where the phone lived, fighting with your brain telling you to hang up and your heart telling you that you couldn’t spend another day without him.
“I’m still here.” You whispered softly.
“I want to see you.”
You closed your eyes and tipped your head back, silently wishing that this was easier. You cared about him, cared about making him feel good in the dark hours when no-one else could, but you also cared about the fact that he really did make you feel like shit when he got up and dressed himself and left without a word.
“I’m going to bed in 30 minutes, so hurry.”
***
You weren’t quite sure how he’d managed it but in just under 20 minutes he was knocking on your door. You tried not to think about the speed limits he’d broken to get here in the time he had.
You opened the door for him, expecting what always happened, for his lips to be on yours in seconds, back pressed up against the wall as his hands roamed underneath the loose-fitting top you were wearing. Instead, he walked in and straight past you. That was new.
“You want a drink?” You asked, pointing to the bottle of whiskey and the glass that you usually always set out for him.
“No, I’m okay thank you.” That was also new.
He stood awkwardly in your space. He really only ever spent time in your bedroom and something about him stood in the living area seemed wrong. You walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Bad day?” You asked.
“The worst,” Was his reply, “It’s all bullshit, hermosa, I can’t do right for doing wrong, they’re always one step ahead of us.”
You squeezed his shoulder in understanding, “What do you need?”
He turned to look at you, the darkness usually present in his eyes was replaced by a soft wanting stare towards you, “I just want you, it’s all I ever want.”
You took hold of his hand and led him towards your bedroom. You used soft hands to push his shoulders, sitting him down on the edge of the bed as you sank to your knees in front of him, his eyes never leaving you as you did.
“Take off your shirt.” You commanded softly, watching as he dragged it up and over his head and discarded it to the floor before leaning back on his hands.
He watched intently as you made light work of undoing his belt, dragging it through the belt loops to discard next to his shirt on the floor.
“Lift your hips up.” You instructed once the button of his jeans had been dealt with.
You dragged his jeans down his legs, fighting to get them off his feet, your eyes focusing on his semi-hard cock sitting right in your eyeline.
“You need me to help you relax?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“Please, querida.” He begged.
You gently took his cock in your hand, using it to pump him to his full glory before dipping your head to him. You gently licked your tongue over the head, reveling in the sounds that fell from his mouth. Spurred on by his excitement, you took him fully into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling back short of choking on him to shower attention back to the weeping head of his cock.
You continued like this for a moment, taking him as far into your mouth as you could, using your hand to pump the rest of his length and then using your tongue to taste the salty drops of precum at his head.
“Hermosa,” He choked out, “Please, I need to be inside you.”
You pulled your face back but kept your hand running slow movements up and down his cock, “Get on the bed and lie back.” You demanded, standing and shedding your clothes as he did as you asked.
Once you were naked you crawled onto the bed, settling yourself above him as a grin formed on his face. He loved watching you ride him and you knew it. He watched with dark eyes as you reached a hand down between your legs, gathering the wetness weeping from your pussy, using your wet fingers to circle your clit. You dragged your fingers back down and inside of you, pumping two fingers into yourself, keeping your eyes on Javier’s before pulling them out and bringing them to his mouth.
“Go on,” You urged, “I know you like to taste me.”
As he sucked your fingers into his mouth and ran his tongue all over them to clean your slick off them, you shifted your hips above him and slowly sank down onto his cock, watching his face twist with the pleasure on your tight heat enveloping him.
“Jesus Christ, querida, you feel incredible.”
You smirked down at him, slowly lifting your hips a way off him before sinking back down, placing your hands on the headboard for leverage as you began fucking yourself on his cock. Javi’s hands flew to your hips, guiding you to move in exactly the way he liked, grinding into him as you sank back down onto him every time. You stayed like this for some time before Javi used his hands to still your hips.
You grinned, knowing exactly what was coming. He was taking control. Keeping you above him, he brought his knees up, resting them against your backside to give him purchase before he started fucking himself up into you. The friction of his thrusts was incredible, the feeling of fullness was something you’d undeniably missed.
“Oh my god, Javi.” You moaned, hands flying to your tits to grab and palm them, using your fingers to give attention to your nipples.
“I’m not going to last much longer, hermosa, not when you put on a show like this.”
“I want you to fill me up, Javi,” You moaned as he squeezed his fingers into your hips, not letting up on his pace, “Cum inside me please.”
It was moments later that a string of expletives fell from his mouth as he did exactly as you’d asked, pumping his cum inside your pussy whilst his fingers left bruises on your hips. You slowly lifted your hips off him, looking down as his cum dripped from you before collapsing on the bed next to him.
Once he’d caught his breath, he slowly stood from the bed and walked to the small bathroom at the end of your room. You could hear the tap running and then he was back with your warm washcloth, delicately cleaning you up before fishing his cigarettes from his jeans.
This was usually the moment he’d throw his clothes back on and leave wordlessly, but he settled himself on the bed, lighting the cigarette between his lips.
“Can I stay tonight?” He asked quietly.
“You want to stay?” You replied, a tone of surprise in your voice, “Who are you and what have you done with the real Javier Peña?”
He let out a soft chuckle, “Hermosa, I’m sorry.” He placed a warm hand on your thigh for comfort, “I’m not good at this, I’ve never been good at this, and I’m sorry for how I treated you,” He sighed, taking a drag of his smoke, “I want to do right by you, I care about you, but I’m not quite sure how to do it.”
You placed one of your hands on top of his and squeezed, “It’s okay, I’m not very good at this either,” You reassured, “But maybe we can figure it out together?”
He turned and smiled at you, “I’d like that.”
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Hi! I am Hemmy and live in a delusional world where I am the female companion to Frankie Morales, Joel Miller and Javier Peña. The amazing banner by the incredible @proxima-writes @pr0ximamidnight; mid-banners and dividers by @cafekitsune
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The man with the broken heart Part 1
Javier Pena x reader
Note: you are a sex worker, meeting Javier during his time going after Escobar.
Warning: mention or sex work, swearing, nakedness, kissing
It was a rainy night when you first met Javier. He was so stressed, yet ready for action. You knew he wanted more than just sex, he had his reputation in town.
When he gets his information he puts money on the counter.
“Is it for the sex or for the information? I don’t need money from the goverment thank you!” You are serious, it is risky to give out info, getting money for it just proof for it.
“Both!” He looks you up and down, eyes still hungry even he enjoyed every minute of his stay.
“No Thank you!” You hand him his money back. “I can still feed my child with out this!”
“Your child?” He looks suprised, while lighting a cigarette.
“Yes, I lost her father in an overdose, one income from a market job was not enough, and I was not about to work for Pablo after everything, so here I am!” You don’t know why are you so offended, it was just a question.
“Look I don’t think there is any shame in your work, but I can see you do!” He steps closer and smooths your face. “You need to know that I won’t come here for any info ever again… your daugther deserves her mother to be safe, and being an informator is not exectly that.”
“I need to agree on that, thank you!” You walk him out. He lets a cloud out before turning back to you in the door, grabing your face kissing you so hard, no client ever did.
“Have a good night!” He walks off.
“You too!”
Two weeks went by before you seen Pena again. He looked rough when he knocked on your door at 1 am, who are you kidding? Banging.
“Javier, if you wake her up I kill you!” You open the door already pissed, knowing he stands there, noone would dare to come without calling first.
“Sorry… I’m a mess…” he runs his fingers trough his wet locks.
“Long night?” You let him in, and he kisses you deep and desparet, like it would be his last night to live. You close the door behind him and grab his hand, so you can lead him to your room into your bed. He can’t keep his hands of off you, ripping every clothes left on you apart, so he can kiss every inch of your body.
After his mouth met every part of your skin he backs up and just admires what he sees. You feel seen for the very first time since you worked in this field. He falls on his knees, and you can see his broken heart in his eyes.
“Fuck I don’t know how long I can do this!”
He closes his eyes, and you immidietly get to him and hold him strong. Both of you are on the knees, yet you can feel how he lets his walls down, and leans into your touch.
“Sssh” you smooth some hair out of his face, as he shivers in your arms. “You are stronger than you think!” You kiss his forhead. You don’t know why you said that, how would you know? Still you felt like that is the Truth.
“I… I should go!” He rubs his eyes, as he gets up, with you kneeling at his feet.
“Wait!” You grab his hand as you stand up. “You don’t need to go!”
“I can’t keep you from other clients!” He holds your face between his palms.
“It is past 1 am, noone is coming!” You kiss him so gentle, you thought you forget how it can be. “You can stay… it was a long time ago I could hug someone in my sleep… it would be nice to have you here tonight!”
“You want me to stay?” He was suprised, but you could see in his eyes he needed it just as much as you did. Your hand sneaks up his chest feeling his pounding heart as you nod. “That would be lovely!”
You search for something that is not in tiny pieces, so you can sleep in it. You lay in bed grabing his hand pulling him into your arms. He puts his head on your chest listening to you fast beating heart. You are softly playing with his hair, while humming a lullaby, until he falls a sleep.
You are watching his steady breathing, slowly falling asleep yourself.
“Mama! Mama!” You wake up to your daugther calling for you in her room.
“I’m coming!” You answer and realise you are all by yourself again.
You look to the side and see a little note next to a stase of money. “It worth more than anything anyone ever did for me!” As you pick up the money you realise it worths more than a fully booked week of work.
To be continued…
Part 2
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She’s Got The Ticket - Chapter 5
Pairing: Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (reader has a latina name but no physical descriptions)
Word Count: 4500+
Rating: M for mature - 18+ only! NSFW
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
A/N: Thank you everyone for the response and positive vibes from the intro of this series. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Here we go :)
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CHAPTER 5
Over the next couple of weeks, you and Javi got closer, but nothing went beyond that; it was just straight work oriented. Your partnership was spectacular. You complimented each other. Not having anyone to go home to, late nights for both of you was becoming the new norm. Every night a different take out place for dinner. Javi and you would eat in his office and have late conversations whether it was work related or personal. Each one of you is fighting through your feelings towards each other. Lust filled glances exchanged throughout the day at each other, but that path was never crossed between the both of you.. Since that night at your apartment ,the almost kiss was never mentioned or even tried again. It was as if nothing happened. You were starting to like him more, but you didn't know if he felt the same about you.
Thursday night
“Come on Val! You need to come to my wedding! I haven’t seen you since you left.” She yelled across the phone.
Lea, a family friend from back home, was the only person that knew almost everything that was going on in your life, especially about your new crush. Finding out that she was engaged made you feel excited and happy for her. Finding out that she was having her wedding in Cali, her fiance's hometown made you unsure that you wanted to go. After the struggles of this past year going to a wedding was something that you didn’t want to be part of.
“I don't know Lea. I’m swamped at work.” As much as you wanted to see Lea you weren’t in the mood to celebrate love especially having to go alone.
“Oh with that hot agent of yours?”
Flustered by her response, you quickly shut it down. “What?! No! Nothing has happened between us since that night. He hasn’t mentioned or said anything about it since then”. It had been weeks since that night. Even though your work relationship with him did become better, it just stayed that way “professional”. The commissioner noticed a difference in your partnership. The both of you complimented each other.
“Wait a minute. You are going to tell me since that night nothing has happened between you two? Don’t you both work late every single day? He hasn’t made a move?? What’s wrong with him?” Lea was persistent in wanting answers from you.
“We are trying to be professional Lea. Plus, I was the one that didn’t want it to go further.” You lean against the wall, hand to your face in defeat. You did want it to go further, but did Javi even feel the same?
“Come on, woman!. From what you have told me that man has a reputation for fucking every woman he sees walk right by him. You need to unwind from the craziness that is happening, and my wedding is the perfect excuse. Ask him to come with you. I’m sure he'll say yes.”
You started fidgeting the phone cord and questioning if you should ask him. “I don’t know, I'll think about it and let you know.”
“Just do it, Estrellita! Where is the confident, resilient woman that I grew up with. What’s the worst he can say? No!” Lea was giving you the courage that you needed. Maybe it was worth a shot at asking him.
The next day
Words couldn’t describe how nervous you were coming into work. You were extremely nervous to ask Javi to go with you. Since it was Friday you had the perfect game-plan. You were going to leave early to go dress shopping and before leaving you were going to ask him. If he said no to save the embarrassment you had two days without having to see him and if he said yes…. well you weren’t sure how to react to that because you were sure that he was going to say no.
Grabbing your items and heading out, you walk into Javi’s office, he looks up at you and checks his watch for the time.
“Wow, is it dinner time already? What are we eating today?”
You started to fidget with your blouse feeling so nervous to ask him.
“Javi?”
Looking puzzled at you Javi reacts. “Estrellita, what's wrong? You seem nervous. Is everything ok?”
“Um.. yes I’m fine. I need to ask you something.”
Javi took out the food menus from his drawer and started looking over them “Ok? Do you not want Chinese again? I’m not in the mood for that.”
Speaking in a low tone “Javi..”
Continuing to look through the menus “What about Cuban food? I’m kinda in the mood for a good Cuban sandwich.”
Your tone got a little louder. “Javi! I need to ask you something.”
Giving up on looking at the menus he put them down on his desk and looks back at you with a frustrated face “What’s going on?”
This was your shot, all or nothing at this point. “Are you doing anything this weekend Javi?”
“Not really why do you ask?”
“Remember my friend Lea who I had mentioned?”
Confused by your comment he started passing his fingers through his mustache trying to understand what was going on with you “Isn’t that your friend from back home?”
“Right! Yeah well she is getting married here in Cali this weekend. She invited me to come but I have no one to go with and I wanted to see if you would like to come with me.” Finally asking him you felt a huge relief but yet you were still a little nervous with his response to your question. Your nerves cause you to start rambling.
“I mean, I know it's last minute. It’s ok if you don’t want to go. I know with everything going on I'm sure you wouldn't want to go. I would completely understand. I just figured …….”
Javi gets up from his chair and puts both of his hands on your arms. His hands felt soft, bringing you a sense of calm, even though you knew he was about to turn you down.
“Estrellita, relax. Of course I will go with you. Why wouldn’t I go? We're friends.”
You suddenly felt deflated hearing him say “friends”. This was not the reaction you were expecting. Having the interpretation that there was something between the both of you made you believe that the wedding was the opportunity to explore that but you were completely wrong.
“Right! Friends! Of course we are. That’s what friends are for.” Tears slowly began to pool in your eyes and you needed to get out of there quickly before Javi noticed. Backing away slowly towards the door, Javi's hands fell from your arms.
“Estrellita, are you ok?” He asks.
“Yes I am. I gotta go, it's getting late.”
Thump..
The door was closed and now you just smacked yourself into it as you were heading out. As embarrassed as you were already, this just made matters worse.
Javi quickly came to you to see if you were ok. “Shit Estrellita are you ok? Did you hurt yourself”
“Javi, I'm fine. Clumsy me! By the way It’s tomorrow. Dress formally. Pick me up at 7 pm. Have a good night, see you tomorrow.” You opened the door and left his office more embarrassed than when you initially walked in. Javi leaned against the door as he saw you quickly leave his office. He wasn’t sure if he said the right things to you. I mean the both of you are friends but is it possible that it can be more?
Turning into the nearest hallway you slammed yourself against the wall and slowly fell to the ground and started to cry from the embarrassment. Is he rejecting you for not kissing him the other night? What were you going to do? You can’t back away now. You can’t uninvite him. You now have to take the heat and go to this wedding with your “Friend” Javi. You sat on the floor for a couple of minutes trying to compose everything that just happened in Javi’s office. Hearing the words ,“That’s what friends are for '' felt like your heart was ripped open and broken into pieces. Seeing how he was with you these past couple of weeks, you truly thought that there was a connection between the both of you, but after what you just experienced maybe it's best to just leave it as “Friends”. After a couple of minutes, you finally composed yourself, got up and headed toward the door. With a smile on your face, you were determined to get pretty and have a good time at this wedding with Javi, even though nothing was going to happen between you.
The next day…
Javi’s apartment
Figuring out a suit for Javi to wear was pretty easy for him to find because his whole closet was full of suits. With his new position in Cali the tight fitted jeans and casual shirts went out the window. You had told him it was formal wear so Javi had to level up his wardrobe for the occasion. He wanted to look somewhat different from how he looked at the office. Looking through his closet he was able to find a navy blue fitted suit. The suit fit him well. He knew that you had not seen him in this suit. He matched it with a dark blue silk shirt underneath. He didn’t feel like wearing a tie; he wore that plenty every single day. He added some black dress shoes that were just collecting dust in the back of his closet. The whole outfit seems to form to him, hugging him in all the right places. He was contemplating on shaving but he remembered that you had complimented his dark shadow and the little goatee so he decided not to shave it off.
As he was getting ready thoughts started brewing in his mind. He wasn’t good with relationships. His type of relationship was just one night stands and nothing further. Accepting your invitation to this wedding was a nice thing to do. It would be a good distraction for him. He hadn’t had a free weekend in months and yet he was quite excited to go out and not have to think about work and everything going on with the cartel.
Your apartment
It was 6:45pm and you were putting the finishing touches to your makeup. You had told Javi at 7 so time was limited.
You wanted to look your best not just to impress Javi, but you also wanted to feel beautiful for once. In your past relationship with Rey you always tried to look on point for Rey and he never gave you a compliment, which was one of the things that you hated about him, but yet you still wanted to marry him. After you had humiliated yourself in front of Javi you left the office and went dress shopping at a local shop that was near to your apartments. You were able to find a blue silk dress that hugged your body in all the right places. Even though you were still hurt by his “friends'' comment you knew you had to put a smile on and have fun tonight. Panic started to creep in as you noticed that 7 was nearing.
Whiskey! I need that. Maybe that will loosen me up.
Javi had gifted you his favorite bottle after completing your first mission together with a note that said:
“Thank you for everything you did. To many more. When in doubt, have a glass.”
Doubt is what you had and liquid courage is what you needed. You weren't a whiskey drinker, wine was more your thing. The whiskey went down smoothly and didn’t have a wacky after taste. Javi was right, when in doubt have a glass. After taking your last sip you look at your kitchen clock.
Shit! 6:55pm Javi will be here any minute! I better hurry.
You headed towards the bathroom to put on final touches on your hair. Nerves were getting the best of you. You take a couple of deep breaths to relax. Visions of how dapper Javi will look in a suit were coming to your mind. You were hopeful that he wouldn’t wear one of his everyday suits. Thinking of how good looking he can look sends ecstasy down your body. You force yourself to remember that a decision was made not to go any further and this was a friend's date. This was what was best for both of you.
Back at Javi’s
Javi looked at his watch and noticed it was 7pm. He quickly put on his favorite cologne, looked one last time at the mirror made sure everything looked good and headed out the door. He slowly took the stairs down to your apartment. Making sure he didn’t show any sweat he didn’t rush down the stairs. Arriving at your door thoughts started passing through his mind:
There can’t be anything between us.
I like her and I think she likes me back but we can’t be anything.
We have to be very professional.
You are here accompanying her to this party.
Nerves start kicking in. He starts fixing his suit and finally knocks on your door.
We are friends.
We are going to have fun tonight.
What could go wrong?
You open the door and he couldn't believe his eyes.
“Hi Javi! You look very handsome.”
I’m fucked.
At your apartment
Javi was speechless when you opened the door. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing you looked like a goddess. He couldn’t believe his eyes as the blue dress hugged all your curves. The dress was a little risky because it had a high slit which was going to immediately make all eyes go on you. To complete your look, you were wearing a matching necklace with a pair of silver heels. Thinking of you as a friend was slowly going out the window in Javi’s mind.
“Wow! ” as he was standing at the doorway. “You look….”
He pauses as he sees a different version of you that he hadn’t seen since he met you.
“Breathtaking”
You blushed and smiled at his comment.
“You look amazing yourself. It’s very nice to see you in a suit other than that khaki suit you wear.”
Javi chuckled at her joke.
“Holy shit you look like a goddess.” Javi starts to ramble and quickly corrects himself.
“I mean, I’m sorry. You look beautiful.”
You smiled because you didn't want to laugh as you noticed that it seemed Javi was nervous.
“Thank you Javi.”
He extended his hand towards you “Umm, yeah. Ready to go?”
“Yes, let's go” as you intertwined his fingers with his and headed towards Javi’s truck.
Later on that night
The wedding was beautiful. Lea did a great job designing everything from flowers to the party favors on the table. The ceremony itself was stunning. The ballroom was decorated with multiple chandeliers across the dance floor with a string quartet playing in the corner. It's what you had hoped for if you had gotten married to Rey. Watching two people that loved each other made you think what could have been. As the night went on the music started going. At any other party you were always the first person on the dance floor but tonight you weren’t in the mood to dance. You were noticing from the corner of your eye Javi staring at you. You had a contagious smile that Javi couldn’t shake off and everything that he was thinking of not doing with you now was the complete opposite.
He needed a drink to settle down. “Do you want something from the bar?”
“No, but thank you Javi.”
While waiting for his drink at the bar, he was approached by a very good looking blonde woman.
“Hi there.”
He cracks a small smile.
“Are you here for the bride or groom?”
“I’m here for the bride.”
The blonde really seemed like she had more than too many drinks because she was slurring her words a little.
“Are you here alone, hot stuff?”
Javi looks back to see you and for the first time, he realizes that you were more than his work partner. He really wanted something with you. All the thoughts that he had of not pursuing anything with you went out as soon as you opened your apartment door. As the blonde woman approached him he started to feel uncomfortable but quickly answered her question.
He turns to her while grabbing his drink and with a firm answer replies “Yes, I am with someone. Have a good night.” He slowly walked away from the bar leaving the woman behind. He casually sits back down next to you and the mood changes as Purple Rain comes out through the speakers and couples start approaching the dance floor. Javi needed the perfect time to make his move; this was his shot. He stood up from his chair and turned to you.
“What are you doing Javi?”
“Dance with me.”
He stretched his hand towards you and stared into your eyes. He looked genuine and truthful. You gave him a small smile while presenting your hand. Your fingers intertwined together as both of you moved towards the dance floor. He pulled you close to his chest and laid his other hand on your hip. You gently place your cheek on his as you close your eyes to make sure you savor the moment. The sensation didn’t bother you at all - Javi didn’t seem to mind it either. This was the moment that the both of you were waiting for.
The song felt like it was being played just for them. Every lyric matched what Javi was feeling. It was in that moment that Javi realized he was falling for you and hard. He never felt these emotions for anyone, not even Lorainne. It was starting to become romantic but the both of you were hesitant still having that thought that this would interfere with your work relationship. Javi looking at you the way he did in this moment made all those thoughts go away. Something inside of him burned and he started to feel a strong sense of happiness.
As the song was slowly coming to an end you both separated from each other and looked into each other's eyes. There was a surge of emotions that were passing through you. The look that Javi had on you was not the look you had seen from him. He didn’t seem like Agent Javier Peña - he looked like Javi the man that almost kissed you that night. Could this be the moment that you were waiting for? Was this the moment that Javi needed to really take things forward with you? Lost in transition, you look at Javi.
“Javi, are you ok? Do I have something in my face?”
Javi lets out a small smile and locks his eyes on your lips. He pulls you closer to his chest and whispers in your ears.
“You just look extremely beautiful.”
You clear your throat not knowing what to say.
“Thank you, Javi. You look extremely dapper tonight. I am really glad that you came with me.”
“I am glad you invited me. This has been an amazing night.”
Both sets of eyes were locked to each other. A rush was going through each of your bones. You made Javi weak and tender. Being here with you made him forget everything that was going on. The whole drug war didn’t matter to him at the moment. He felt at peace with you. All his rules just went out the window the moment he realized what he was about to do.
“Javi?”
He really wanted to kiss you. He didn’t want the moment to be fast. He really wanted to savor every inch of you. He was hesitant to do it but he did it anyway - this was his chance. He leans into you with his hand on your waist, he dips down to you and places his lips on yours. He retreated back a couple of inches as you both looked at each other. Without hesitation you couldn’t resist and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back into another kiss. You slid your tongue over the seam of his mouth and whimpered as the kiss became more passionate. He tasted amazing. The mix of cigarettes and whiskey aroused you in places that you had never felt before from anyone. Not caring that the song had finished and everyone was dancing around them, you broke the kiss and smiled at Javi. It took everything from Javi not to go back for more; to keep from pressing his tongue into your mouth. What was coming next was something that the both of them would never regret doing.
“You want to get out of here?” He asked you.
“I would love to.”
You grabbed your purse and while holding each other's hands you headed out to Javi’s truck.
Javi raced back to your apartment and the both of you were excited for what was about to happen. As you arrive at your place he hops off and runs to your side and opens your door and reaches his hand for you to get out of the truck. He was acting like a true gentleman. Both of your hands were locked on each other as you head towards the main door of the building. Smiling back and forth, not looking away from each other.
“Would you like to come in Javi?” you ask biting your bottom lip, hoping that the line was going to be crossed.
"I would love to." He responded in return.
Upon arriving at your door you were nervous as you looked for your keys to your apartment. He hasn't kissed you since you left the party. You really didn’t know what to expect from him as you found your key and opened the door. As the both of you entered and you placed your purse and keys on the counter and without hesitation he turned to you quickly and his lips were on yours. This kiss was different from the kiss before. The first one was soft, this kiss was a hungry kiss. He pulled you back and looked at you. You had never ever been so lost on someone before.
He kissed you again and you relaxed wondering if you were dreaming. He parted his lips from you as he spoke to you.
"Are you sure about this? If it’s not okay please let me know."
At that moment he felt honest and worried at the same time. This didn’t seem like the playboy womanizer that you had heard of from the office. You felt that Javi was a caring man who was falling for you.
“Yes” you responded to him. Without speaking another word he pulled you in and kissed you deeply. His hands felt so warm as he slid them up and down your hips. He slowly turned you around to undo your dress. He would kiss every inch of your neck. As you picked up your hair he slowly grabbed the zipper and started pulling it down. He caressed every single body part as he pulled it down your body. The dress fell to the ground and you carefully made your way towards him while wearing nothing but black laced panties. You raised your arms to wrap them around his neck and Javi nuzzled his nose on the back of your neck. His eyes couldn’t get away from you. You felt like something was going to explode from your chest. Your lips parted as you grabbed his hand and led him towards your bedroom. When you arrived you gently kissed him one more time as he was taking off his belt and pants you started to unbutton his shirt and you slowly placed your hands on his chest and pushed his shirt off. He cursed under his breath as the both of you slowly moved towards the bed. Javi pressed up against you,
His warm breath was driving you crazy as he would kiss you around your neck and slowly head his way down to your sternum. You slowly rolled your hips against him and you both gripped each other tighter. You grab his face in your hands and angled it upwards so you can kiss him again. With every press you let out a low moan. He wanted you badly as he slipped his hands and started rubbing over your panties. You were soaked with your arousal. He would tease you and he hoped that he wouldn’t come right there and then by just touching you. He pushed your panties down and slid a finger inside you. You cried out as his digit began to slide inside you and the bottom of his palm rubs on your clit.
You were on cloud nine, floating through the air as he gently pressed your clit hitting spots that no one has ever touched. His touch was firm but gentle. As he pushed his two fingers into you he would kiss your neck, pressing his lips and tongue against your soft skin just below your jaw and down to your shoulders.
“Javi…” you moaned softly.
You lost full control of your body and you were to the point of passing out as you were slowly reaching your peak. He brought his hand to cradle your face. He then began to pepper kisses down your throat, chest, your breast, sucking on your nipple. Javi then moves to your other nipple to give it a gentle tug with his lips and kisses you down to your belly button. He stops below it and looks up at you with parted lips as if to seek permission to keep going. You slightly run your fingers in his hair giving his head a gentle tug down. The corner of his lips lift in a small grin. Javi slides two fingers into you thrusting them in and out while he would work his tongue on your clit. Javi couldn’t get enough of you. You were losing yourself and there was no turning back. He moved his tongue repeatedly over your clit. He wanted to taste more so he buried his face in your pussy. You gasped as you were trying to keep up with everything Javi was doing to you. You wanted more from him as you grabbed a handful of his thick brown hair. The more he sucked and licked you, the harder it was for you to not move your pelvis to the rhythm of his tongue.
“Fuccck Javi, I’m g-going shit I'm going to c-come”.
It’s pure ecstasy and adrenaline courses through your whole body and you’re sure your surroundings go dark. Javi cleans you out with his tongue and brings his body up onto yours. He kissed you, tasting your arousal on his lips. He pressed his forehead on yours and both of your breaths were in unison. Javi slowly slides his cock into you and begins to thrust. Javi was a mess, overwhelmed with pleasure as he nestled deep in your body. Everything that the both of you were feeling towards each other was finally being exposed.
Javi felt his walls closing around him as an orgasm was slowly approaching. He captured your lips again and swallowed down on your moans. The angle that he was thrusting you in was hitting your clit perfectly and sensually. Your body was trembling as your arms gripped him tighter around his shoulder. You were almost on the edge again.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped. “You are amazing, I just can’t stop.”
“Javi kiss me now” you demanded from him.
He kissed you, slow and deep as he kept pushing into you. Javi was feeling that you were about to come and it took everything for him to not unload on you yet. He wanted to be in this moment forever with you. He gripped your thighs and then held onto your hips to pull you closer for a harder thrust. He slowly started picking speed and you braced yourself for what was about to come. At this moment you were so wet that Javi kept slipping out. You placed both of your hands on your headboard as the both of you moaned from extreme pleasure as Javi places the last couple of thrusts before they both come undone. Javi collapsed on you with a heavy sigh and you kissed the top of his head sliding your fingers through his hair. He laid down next to you as you. You both laid quiet with only each other’s breaths for a few minutes as the both of you were exhausted. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gave him a small kiss on his forehand and fell asleep.
The sun was rising as hours had passed and you were still cuddled next to him asleep. Javi was wide awake. As he stares back at you still sleeping, thinking about the amazing night that the both of you experienced. He didn't want to leave but he felt guilty here. He knew that having a relationship and working together was not part of your function and this was going to be a one time thing but at the same time he couldn’t resist how beautiful you looked last night. Staying here, staying here with you was what he really wanted and that scared him. Could he actually have true feelings for you? He didn’t want to let his walls down so easily. He placed a kiss on you and slowly pulled out of bed and put his clothes back on. As he headed towards the door he took a look at you as you were sound asleep and hoped that you wouldn’t get mad at him for leaving but also hoped that this could happen again.
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stuffing
summary: javier has never been able to get enough of you, but it's only gotten worse ever since you've become pregnant.
pairing: javier peña x f!reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; unprotected p in v; oral (f receiving); fingering; established relationship; pregnancy sex/kink; squirting; cum eating; cum play; creampie; some dirty talk
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Life in Laredo was boring.
Boring people, boring houses, hell, even the birds singing here seemed boring.
But that’s how Javier liked it.
The biggest news here was barely worth a mention compared to what he had seen in Colombia.
He was more than fine with this boring life, no more chases, no more heavy protection tact vests. No looking over the shoulder, no suspicious staring.
Though, he still did that from time to time.
Couldn’t quite shake the habit of suspecting people planned something bad, occasionally checking his car for bombs.
He’d probably never lose these things, it was too deeply embedded into his being now, had become a part of him.
But that’s why he loved this boring life.
Coming home to the little plot of land they had purchased right next to his father’s, staying close to Chucho and helping out whenever they could.
Coming home to a warm home, decorated with silly little trinkets, pretty paintings.
Everything neatly organized but with a certain chaos to it. He didn’t like things too neat, and while their home was tidy and clean, it looked lived in.
Maybe a little wild at times.
Not bare or sparsely decorated like safehouses or his apartment back in Medellín.
He loved coming home to the smell of food wafting to the front door.
Loved coming home to her.
His lovely wife, her back turned towards him as she worked on something, hair up and out of her face.
Moving her pretty hips and ass as she hummed along to whatever song the radio was playing. Completely in her own world.
He smiled when he saw her, walking up to her and pressing himself close, hands on her hip and kissing the back of her head before pressing one against her exposed neck.
She was warm and inviting, letting out a small sigh when she felt him, leaning back while still working on whatever food she was making.
“Looks good, cariño.” He said, kissing that spot behind her ear that let her sigh even deeper before resting his chin on her shoulder to watch.
“Thank you, it’s the stuffing for the poblano peppers I wanna make at the cookout tomorrow.” She said, her skilled hands cutting vegetables into small portions. “I know I could whip it up tomorrow, but I have so many things still planned and I don’t know how I’ll feel.”
A smirk stretched his lips wide, his hands roaming to her large, round belly. Just letting his hands smooth over it for a moment, they wandered to the underside of it, gently lifting it.
The sigh of relief that spilled over her lips echoed loudly in the kitchen and he watched how she put down the knife, just leaning back into him, hands gripping the counter.
It was a heavy weight in his hands and he couldn’t imagine carrying that around every day.
But she was such a champ, despite her swearing and complaints. And she had never looked more beautiful.
“We could make a different kind of stuffing.” He suggested, tone teasing. “Together.”
A small laugh bubbled in her chest, and fuck, how he loved hearing it.
“Pretty sure there’s enough stuffing inside of me already.”
Javier had always been pretty insatiable when it came to her, whether it was for the basic need of wanting to fuck his beautiful wife or because his past was plaguing him and he needed a respite, seeking comfort in her body rather than his usual vices.
But ever since she had become pregnant, he truly couldn’t get enough of her, hands all over her round belly and swollen breasts, needing some part of himself buried inside her pussy.
Not that she minded, he always made sure to make her feel good.
“C’mon, nena.” He said, letting her belly down again gently, taking notice of how she slumped a little. “There can never be enough stuffing inside of you.”
She rolled her eyes with a groan, partially from the heavy weight returning, partially because he was ridiculous. In the best way, of course.
“Better keep that talk to a minimum tomorrow.” She warned with a grin, turning around in his arms and leaning back against the counter.
“Yes ma’am.”
His lips on hers were gentle at first, moulding languidly together, his hand roaming up and down her side. Moustache tickling her upper lip.
Letting his tongue find hers, he could taste some of the vegetables she had chopped up, smiling at that. She tasted amazing and Javier couldn’t wait to have whatever she was making tomorrow.
But first, he wanted her.
Deepening the kiss, his hands wandered down to her ass, squeezing hard which made her moan.
The most beautiful sound he knew, soft and already high-pitched, a song no one else would ever know.
“C’mon, nena” He rasped against her lips, a small groan leaving him when her hands wandered into his hair. “Let me take care of you.”
She chuckled at his words.
“Take care of me or of your dick?”
Javier had to laugh at that as well, forehead coming to rest against hers, looking into her eyes.
“Is that what you think of me?”
She shrugged her shoulders, upside down smile on her lips.
Her hands moved to his cheeks, squishing them just lightly. She really wanted him, feeling wet already at the thought of him inside her.
But she needed to finish chopping the vegetables first, knowing she wouldn’t come back here once he had her in bed. And he wouldn’t do it.
“Can I finish this first, Javi?” She placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose, right over the small scar there. “I know you won’t let me out of bed once you get me there.”
Javier sighed but nodded. Anything for his wife.
Kissing her forehead, he let his lips linger there as she hummed. “I’ll help you, cariño.”
It took them longer than expected to land in their bedroom, with Javier trying to get things done the fast way and getting reprimanded by her more than just once for how sloppily he diced the vegetables.
But, they had managed somehow, leaving the mess to get cleaned up in the morning.
She giggled when he pushed her onto the bed, gently, before kneeling before her.
Hands on her belly, lips back on hers.
“Wanna taste that pussy so bad.” He said, one hand sliding to her thigh and slowly pushing up the hem of her dress. “Wet and sweet for me.”
Kissing down her jaw to her neck, he could feel the moan vibrating in her throat, her hand at the back of his neck.
“Please, Javi.” She sighed, enjoying the way his lips felt against her skin, how tantalisingly slow he moved his calloused hand up her thigh.
Her legs spread further, allowing him to trace his fingers up the inside of her thigh before reaching the hem of her panties, already wet.
A soft gasp echoed between them when he pressed a knuckle over her clit, applying just a little bit of pressure.
Her fingers curled into his neck, eyes closed.
She was much more sensitive now, every little touch so much more intense as he languidly dragged his knuckle over the damp material.
“Feels good, huh, nena?” He asked, leaning back to look at her face, drinking in her pleasure as he pressed a little harder.
She nodded, humming, biting her lip when he brushed over her clit again.
“Take them off, Javi.”
He grinned, fingers hooking under the waistband and tugging them down her legs when she lifted her hips to help him.
Both his hands were back on her immediately, bunching up her summer dress so he could look at her soaking pussy when she leaned back on one arm. The other caressed the back of his head still.
No matter how often he saw her, he always looked mesmerised somehow, like this was his first time.
Made her feel special, the low, quiet whistle and grin on his face making her giggle.
“Pretty pussy all soaked for me.” He said, eyes still on her middle as he used his thumbs to spread her open, the air chilly against her. “You're stunning, cariño.”
She couldn’t quite see, her belly too big already, but she felt the rough pad of one thumb press into her clit, making her hips jerk forward.
“Always for you, Javi.” She smiled, nails scratching against his scalp.
His dark eyes found hers, sparkling and so loving and he leaned up towards her face, pressing a long kiss to her lips.
“Let me taste you, nena.” He said.
Just a few years back, when she had met him between his stays in Colombia, he would have just dived in without even asking, merely announcing it.
It made her happy that he had settled a little, had found enough rest to allow himself to change just a bit.
Just a little though, still falling into his old ways more often than not.
Exactly how she liked it.
“‘Course, Javi, you fucking know that.” She chuckled, kissing him again before he settled back down, grinning like he’d just won the damn lottery.
In his mind, he did.
With a woman so stunning, so perfect with her charm and wits and that round belly only making her angelic.
He felt like he had done something right for once when he put a ring on her, just them in a tiny ceremony.
Only Chucho with them.
They never liked the big celebrations, just them was enough.
“Scootch back and lay down, cariño.” He said, helping her to move back on the bed, making it easier for both of them.
That growing stomach of hers had made it just a little harder to do all this, but they found a way.
She hummed when he kissed down the insides of her thighs, occasionally biting her while his hands kept them spread for him.
Her hand in his hair tugged weakly on his dark locks, making him hum in return.
“So fucking pretty.” He murmured, right before finding her middle, tongue twisting around her clit, seeing how her back arched off the bed, her fingers curling tighter into his hair. “So fucking sensitive, cariño.”
Licking a broad stripe up her folds, he focused solely on her clit, tongue flicking over it before he sucked on it, making her moan and whimper.
“Javi, fuck, that feels good, baby.” She whined loudly, writhing on the bed already, one hand twisted in the sheets while the other still gripped his hair tightly.
She wished she could watch him, watch his face as he ate her out. He always looked so pretty when he did.
So she closed her eyes and imagined his staring up at hers, brows furrowed in concentration. The wet sounds growing louder, mingling with her moans.
Her hips bucked against his mouth and he laid one of his hands on her hip to keep her still, the other finding her wet entrance, two fingers teasing her and making her whine.
“Oh- Baby, please, fuck me with your fingers, please.” She rushed out, trying to inch closer to him but he kept teasing her, letting them glide over her aching hole but not pushing inside. “You’re a mean man, Javi.”
He hummed against her, the vibrations running up her spine and pushed his fingers in, taking her by surprise.
She clenched around him, moaning loudly and throwing her head back as he slowly started pumping in and out of her, fingers curling against that spongy sweet spot inside of her.
“That’s my girl.” He mumbled, grabbing her hip harder as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. “Sweet pussy gripping me so tight, nena.”
Her orgasm was building rapidly, feeling so sensitive as he touched all the right spots.
A different, unfamiliar sensation built alongside it, faster and faster as she writhed below him, whines growing louder.
“Baby- I’m gonna-” She choked out, unable to finish her sentence as her orgasm crashed into her so suddenly and so violently that she couldn’t even make more sounds.
Then she felt it, a warm, wet gush, her hand in his hair managing to tug him away as he kept pumping his fingers, fucking her through her orgasm as she soaked his shirt.
He just looked stunned. This was the first time this had ever happened and seeing her body tremble, legs shaking and her thighs and the sheets wet…
Could he possibly be more in love and crazy for her?
“‘M sorry, Javier.” She gasped out when he removed his fingers once she had calmed down again, breathing hard. “I don’t know-”
“Stop.” He cut her off, rising to his feet so he could crawl over her. “That was fucking hot, cariño.”
His eyes were hungry when he looked down at her, lips crashing into hers.
His moustache was wet, as was his chin and she could taste herself on him when he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
She could practically feel how excited he was, not that he ever wasn’t, but all the shame she might have felt at what she did was melting away as he kissed her so roughly and passionately, his hands moving to push down the straps of her dress.
Quickly his fingers unclasped her bra and she helped him take it off, groaning when his rough hands cupped her sensitive breasts.
“God, I love you pregnant.” He said, kissing down her neck to her chest.
She giggled, the sound broken by a gasp when his mouth closed around one nipple.
“Just ‘cause my tits get bigger?”
Javier had to laugh at that. “Exactly, and you’re fucking sexy like this.”
She rolled her eyes, moaning again when his tongue curled around her nipple, back arching into him.
“Can you finally fuck me?” She asked, hands in his hair. “Please, baby, it hurts.”
He sat up, taking off his soaked shirt and throwing it to the side, revealing his toned chest and soft stomach.
“Hurts for me, nena?” He said, brow raised as his fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. “Gonna need my dick to help you feel better?”
She nodded, biting her lip as she watched him take off his jeans, then his underwear, his hard cock springing free.
“Say it.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to coax him closer.
“Need your cock in my aching pussy, Javi. Want you to fuck me.”
His hands wandered to her dress, still bunched around her hips and pulled it off of her.
“My pretty little wife.” He chuckled, lining himself up with her, her legs draped over his hips. “You sound so sweet, you’re always so good to me.”
Slowly he pushed in, watching for her reactions as he pushed in deeper, until he was settled all the way.
She moaned, eyes closing and her hands reaching for his thighs, needing to hold onto him in some way.
“Feels good?” He asked, running his hands over her legs, then placed them over hers.
A low hum left her and she nodded. “Move, baby. Wanna feel you.”
Javier obliged almost immediately, rolling his hips slowly, pulling out before pushing himself all the way in again.
Dragging low moans from her, short gasps and pants.
Watching her face contort in pleasure when one of her hands left his leg to squeeze her own breast.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, cariño.” He groaned, feeling her clench around him. “My dirty, little wife.”
A new orgasm built rapidly, his dick hitting all the right places inside of her, his groans and moans only helping the waves of pleasure grow.
She opened her eyes to look at him, watching his muscles flex as he slammed his hips against hers, when he lifted her legs to lay them against his shoulders, changing the angle and moving faster.
“Oh- Javi, fuck!” She gasped, feeling herself so close already as he kept fucking her. “You feel so good!”
“I know, nena.” He rasped, his eyes moving back and forth between her face and her bouncing breasts. “Be a good girl for me and let go, yeah? Wanna feel that pussy all tight, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this, cariño.”
Just a few more thrusts, looking at his face, teeth bared and brows furrowed, her second orgasm crashed into her, making her tense up and moan his name, squeezing him so tightly he had to stop for a moment.
“Just like that, nena, yes.” He breathed out, picking up his speed as he fucked her through it, rhythm faltering. “That’s my girl, fuck-”
His hips pressed into her, a guttural groan ripped from him as he came, fingers curling into her thighs.
“So fucking pretty with your belly, fuck- Gotta give you more.”
She barely understood his rambling over the blood rushing in her ears, struggling to breathe as she still felt the pleasure running through her.
But something about it was just incredibly hot.
He let her legs down gently before pulling out carefully, spreading her legs to watch his cum leak out of her.
She felt hot under his gaze and watched as he used his fingers to push it back into her, making her groan and roll her eyes.
“Javi, I am already pregnant.” She said, watching his face closely.
He hummed in response, still pushing more back into her.
“Just gotta make sure.” He said, hearing her laugh at that. “Love seeing my cum inside you, cariño, you know that.”
“Just gotta make sure…” She mumbled under her breath with a chuckle. “You’re ridiculous.”
Happy with what he’d done, he leaned forward to kiss her belly before leaning over her again, putting his fingers to her mouth.
“Open.”
She did, sucking his fingers into her mouth and humming at the salty taste, both of them together.
When he pulled them out again, he kissed her, soft and tender now, his hand smoothing over her belly.
“We do make good stuffing.” She said, trying not to laugh but feeling herself unable to when he started grinning.
He laughed too, loving her laugh and kissing her forehead.
“We do, and I’ll make sure there’s more where that came from.” He said, eyes twinkling.
“Not tomorrow.” She warned.
He kissed her cheek.
“I won’t have to mention it, everyone can already see how well I stuffed you.”
That earned him a playful swat on the arm, pushing him off of her with a laugh.
Yeah, she really loved this Javier.
And she could imagine letting him stuff her just once or twice more.
He was pretty good at this, after all.
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Master list
Joel Miller
The Virgin Series
Part one
Part two
Part three
Joel suffers PTSD accidentally hurting you
After giving birth, Joel is over protective of you
Joel feels guilty after you suffer a miscarriage
Joel notices a man bothering you through his rear view mirror
Joel is assigned to assist a blind woman
You and Joel tell Ellie you're expecting a baby
Joel is forced to take Ellie when his wife is 7 months pregnant
Joel takes care of his girlfriend who suffers from anxiety and depression
Joel feels insecure with his age difference and leaves you only to find out you were SA
Joel reacts in a cruel way when finding out you're pregnant
Sarah is in college and brings home a friend Joel is secretly attracted to
Joel acts like he doesn't like you until he comes across your rapist
Javier Pena
Javier finds out his ex girlfriend is now dating one of Escobars men and trys to help her.
You are intimate with Javier for the first time after being SA
Javier gets close to you to get information and unexpectedly falls for you
You're a DEA agent who accidentally gets hurt and tries to hide it from Javi
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The agreement (Blackmail part 2)
4k3 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Joel Miller (post OB)
Chapt summary: you can't get Javi out of your head. You and Joel go back for more
Warnings: 18+ mdni. sharing, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected piv, spitting, cum eating, anal play, threesome, double vag penetration, double creampie, degradation.
a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you so much for beta-ing me again 💕💕💕🫶🫶 And helping me with the title 😭
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Part 1
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
You opened your eyes and looked at Joel, whose cock was buried deep in your pussy. He stopped and looked at you thoughtfully. He gently stroked your hair.
“Are you with me, darlin’?”
“Yeah, sure. I'm here, baby.” You put your hands on his hips and pushed your pelvis towards him, so he could continue fucking you.
Joel began to fuck you slowly again, scrutinizing you with his eyes. He slipped his hand down to your pussy and rubbed your clit under his thumb, gently, the way he knew how to do so well.
“Come for me,” he murmured.
In a few seconds you were cuming, followed by Joel pulling out just before jerking off, and shooting his cum all over your lower stomach. He grabbed a towel from the nightstand and wiped you off.
He lay down next to you, his elbow bent and his hand holding his head up, facing you.
"Tell me what’s happening."
“I’m fine, Joel. Just tired."
You had returned from Bill and Frank’s the day before, after your supply trip.
“You’re thinking about him, aren’t ya?”
You lowered your gaze feeling the guilt.
“I’m…I’m sorry.”
Tears welled up in your eyes, and Joel wiped them away with his thumbs when they started to fall.
“Sweetheart… It’s ok. We went to his apartment after a mutual agreement. I know that what happened was unexpected. For both of us. But… I liked it too.” He was trying to meet your gaze.
“I shouldn’t have reacted like that. I should have… stayed detached.”
“Baby… it’s not like we can block our emotions. This is the principle of emotions. And isn't it better this way? Rather than fuckin’ a guy who would have disgusted you. I'd rather have seen you enjoying it."
You hugged him and said “I love you, Joel.”
“I love you, baby.”
You hadn’t talked about that night before this moment. Joel showed no resentment. But you were disturbed and had trouble getting the images of the evening out of your head. When you were making love to Joel, Javi's face would sometimes appear in your thoughts.
And you felt guilty.
You went out to do the planned tasks. You sorted the clothes collected by the patrols, and Joel cleaned the sewers. His task was arduous but it paid the best in ration cards.
You were walking towards your apartment late in the afternoon when you ran into Javi who was obviously going to take his night shift. You hadn’t seen him since that night.
“Hi, hermosa. Miller.”
“Peña”, Joel replied.
“Hello”, you whispered.
“Glad to see you returned safely from your outing.”
Joel grumbled “thanks.”
You tried to regain your composure and said “have a nice day” to Javi. He was looking at you, smiling. You blushed and said “let’s go, Joel.”
You continued on your way, Joel placing his hand against the small of your back and Javi watching you leave.
Joel and Javi crossed paths the next day.
“Did your outing go well?” Javi asked.
“We’re not friends, Peña.”
"Of course. We're doing business, that's all. You still seem a little tense. More than usual, I mean. Well, you're not exactly the most relaxed man I know,” Javi said with his usual insolence.
"Fuck off." Joel left without looking back.
The next week, you were finishing your work when you heard “Hi, Hermosa” behind you.
You froze before turning around and saying “Hi, Javi.”
“How are you, Hermosa?”
“Javi… you can’t call me that. It was business, that’s all.”
“Really?” he smiled kindly.
You looked at him annoyed but his soft teasing smile disconcerted you.
“I am available if you need to do business together again.”
And he left. You were stuck in place, feeling your panties getting soaked and said “Fuck!”
When you got back to the apartment, you lay down on the couch and quickly slipped your hands into your panties. You slipped your middle finger into your pussy to recover some wetness before sliding it over your clit and rolling it under your fingers. You put your other middle finger in your pussy and came quickly, feeling the spasms contracting it.
You said “Fuck…fuck!” again.
Joel returned shortly after. He hugged you and asked how you were.
“I saw Javi today. When I was leaving work. We just said hello.”
“You don’t need to justify yourself, sweetheart. It’s ok.”
You had been hugging for a few moments, then he said “you want to see him again, don’t you? Like the other night”
You pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Joel I… No… No. I don’t want to see him again.”
Joel took your hands and said “I understand why you do baby. Really. The way he behaved towards you… I understand.”
You looked at him questioningly. You couldn’t believe he was saying that to you. Joel had always been a gentle lover, attentive to your desires, but possessive. And there he was, proposing you to see Javi again, with the possible risks that this could entail for your relationship.
He hugged you again holding you close, and said “I love you, sweetheart. I'm not worried about our relationship. We are the survivors of a damn apocalypse, in a QZ where our life is reduced to picking up shit. What if we allow ourselves more? And if we can do it through him, then I'm ok with it."
“I don’t understand why you don’t wait for this desire to pass, baby...”
“Because I don’t want the temptation to consume you and be more difficult to manage. I prefer to anticipate it.”
You hugged him tighter and said “I love you, Joel. But are you sure?”
“100% baby. I loved it too, you know.”
The next day, Joel went to meet Javi.
“Miller?”
“I’ll be quick. She liked the evening at your place. She liked you, and she’s everything to me. I told her that if she wanted we could do it again. No need to ask if you agree with this idea, I think?”
"Course not. Are you ok with that?”
“I told you, she’s everything to me. So yeah. But no chair for me this time.”
Javi smiled and said “You impress me Miller. I don’t know if I'd be able to do it.”
“You would be.”
Javi smiled. "Tomorrow evening?"
Joel nodded and they went their separate ways.
The next evening, you arrived at Javi’s place. His apartment was as clean as the last time.
“Good evening, Hermosa. Joel.”
You noticed that it was the first time he called him by his first name.
“Good evening, Javi,” you replied.
“Javier,” Joel greeted him back.
“Come in for a drink.”
He suggested that you sit on the couch while you had a drink. You downed your drinks, enjoying them more than last time, even if you and Joel were slightly uncomfortable.
“Pe… huh… Javier. The conditions are the same as last time, okay?” He turned to you and added “you’re in charge.”
You nodded and Javi added “of course.”
Joel and Javi looked at each other and nodded. They stood up and took off their tops: brown shirt for Javi, denim shirt for Joel. They kept their jeans on.
You wondered where Javi had found such a dated shirt. Oddly enough, it suited him very well.
You looked at them, standing in front of you.
Two men with dark hair, Javi's darker.
Of equivalent size.
Javi was slightly more slender than Joel. His body was more agile, while Joel's was all strength.
Joel, a little older than Javi, stood more hunched.
His face was serious, marked by hardship, while Javi's was mischievous with a sparkle in his eyes.
Both were stunning, breathtakingly beautiful.
And both were just waiting for you.
Javi offered you his hand, and you took it getting up from the couch. You barely dared to look him in the eye.
Javi leaned down to kiss your cheek, and said “there’s no reason to be embarrassed, Hermosa. The three of us are here because we want to, because the other evening went well. We want to have fun again. Joel and I, as well as you. Ok?
You looked at him, then Joel, who told you “he’s right sweetheart.”
You nodded and smiled, and said “ok.”
You held out your hand for Joel to come closer, and you kissed Javi on the lips.
Joel kept your hand in his as he moved closer to you. He came up against your back and kissed your neck. You moaned. Having these two men against you gave you butterflies in your stomach. You turned to Joel to kiss him while Javi was now against your back with his hands on your hips. He ran his hands up along your breasts and then down to your hips, breathing in your hair and neck.
Joel took off your shirt and Javi unhooked your bra before taking it off. Joel took the opportunity to take your breasts in his hands and caressed them gently. Javi placed kisses on your cheek, then up to your earlobe, his nose brushing against your skin. He moved down to your neck, his hands still on your hips, before sliding them down to your stomach and unzipping your jeans. He slid them down to your feet, kissing your body as he knelt down. You lifted your feet to remove each leg of your pants, as you kissed Joel. Javi stood up and ran his hand over your soaked panties, saying “mmm Hermosa” softly in your ear.
Joel took you by the hand and said “follow me, sweetheart” and led you to the dining room table where he leaned you against it, butt against the edge while Javi took off his jeans.
Joel pulled you closer to him, pressing his crotch against you. He was hard. He kissed you, hands on your hips, before leaning down to your breasts and taking one in his mouth while he caressed the other. He sucked on your nipple and swirled his tongue over it, before moving on to the other.
You looked at Javi then at Joel, waiting for his approval. He looked up at you and nodded.
You said “Come here, Javi”. Javi approached, his cock erect and hard. You kissed him and took his cock in your hand, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the precum. He growled into your mouth. Joel stepped aside and removed his jeans and boxers, while Javi faced you. He placed his lips on yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth, mingling it with yours as you jerked him off.
Joel moved closer to you and you got on your knees. You looked at them in turn, before taking Javi in your mouth and jerking Joel off. You looked at them again. Joel's gaze was intense. You moved away from Javi before taking Joel in your mouth and jerking Javi off.
“Damn Hermosa… you’re fucking hot.”
“Get up, baby” Joel said before grabbing you to help you. “Sit on the table.”
You leaned against the table and Joel lifted you to sit on it. He spread your legs with his large hands before kneeling between them. “Lay down, baby” he said.
As you lay down, Javi moved closer, jerking himself gently. He said “fuck… Hermosa you’re so beautiful.”
Joel ran his tongue over your pussy and you moaned under his tongue. He spread the folds with his fingers and ran his tongue more gently before coming to tickle your clit.
“Will you suck my dick Hermosa?” asked Javi.
“Yeah, come here, Javi”, you replied.
You turned your head towards him, he was holding his cock at the base. You ran your tongue over it before placing your lips around his tip and caressing it with your tongue.
You felt Joel’s fingers dig into your pussy, while he focused on your clit with his tongue. You moaned, making Javi groan in turn as you sucked his cock further and further, depending on the rhythm of his hips.
Joel sat up and stood up, and said “make her cum Javier.”
They switched places, Joel bringing his cock to your mouth. “Wanna suck your cock, baby”, you said.
“Take it sweetheart. Suck my dick. Make me feel good in your mouth” you nodded and took him in your mouth, before feeling Javi’s breath on your pussy. He ran his tongue, his saliva mixing with Joel’s in your pussy.
“Doesn’t she taste good Javier?”
“Yeah… You taste so good Hermosa. Joel, you're a lucky bastard.”
Joel smiled at Javi for the first time, and looked back at you “You’re doing well, sweetheart. So good for us.”
You looked at him, before lowering your gaze to his cock which was sliding into your mouth.
Javi stuck his tongue into your pussy and was fucking you with it, while his nose rubbed against your clit. He held your legs apart with his hands. You placed your hand on his head, moaning more and more.
“You’re gonna cum baby, right? Come in his mouth baby. Soak his tongue.”
You stopped sucking him as your pleasure mounted, keeping him in your mouth until you came in Javi's mouth. He held his hands tight around you to keep your legs from moving too much and keep you within his reach, continuing to lick you until the spasms stopped. Joel pulled out of your mouth as Javi stood up, and bended over to twirl his tongue over your pussy again. You jumped at his touch on your overly sensitive clit, before caressing his head with your hands.
While Joel helped you get up, Javi went to sit on the couch and said “Come sit in my lap, Hermosa. Facing him."
You walked over to him before sitting on his thighs. He slid his hand up to your pussy, avoiding your overly sensitive clit for the moment, but sliding his middle finger into your hole.
“Come get sucked Joel,” Javi told him.
Joel came closer to you and said “open sweetheart. Stick out your tongue.” You did as he told you, waiting for him with your tongue out. He placed his cock on your tongue, grabbing your chin with his hand to lift it up, and dripped his saliva onto his cock, watching it slide down to your tongue. And he slid his cock into your mouth. Your eyes were fixed on him. Javi grabbed one of your breasts with his other hand, continuing to gently slide his middle finger into your pussy.
You didn't move, letting Joel handle the movements. He pushed himself deeper and deeper into your throat, his hand resting on your head, the other falling down his body.
Javi said “give me a second Joel” and Joel withdrew. Javi grabbed his cock in his hand and lifted you up, pushing his cock into your pussy and you impaled yourself on it “oh god… Fuck, Javi…”
“Missed my cock Hermosa?”
You looked at Joel before answering, who nodded.
“Answer him baby. Tell him.”
“Yeah fuck… yeah I missed it.”
“I missed you too, Hermosa. You have quite an effect.”
Javi lifted you with his hands, and moved his hips to start fucking you. His movements were slow, and allowed Joel to come back into your mouth. You let him resume his pace, your lips wrapping around his shaft.
“Are you still too sensitive, baby?” asked Joel.
“No… I don't think so Joel. It’s ok.”
Joel knelt down and watched as Javi’s cock slid into your pussy. Your wetness slid down to his balls. He came closer and licked your clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh god, Joel!” The sensations were indescribable. Javi’s cock was buried in your pussy, your legs raised. Javi held them apart. Joel sucking on your clit.
“Fuckin hell hermosa… you’re so hot. So good for us.”
You placed your hands on either side of Joel’s face and leaned against Javi’s chest, letting him lead the pace. You heard Joel grunting against your clit.
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum again. Fuck…”
“Come on, baby. Come on his tongue and on my cock. I wanna feel you squeeze me again and soak me. Couldn’t stop thinking about it since the other night.”
You came, throwing your head back and squeezing Joel’s head so hard he groaned.
Joel pulled away to look at where your two bodies met and said “fuck baby… such a fuckin’ slut. Let’s go to the bedroom now.”
As you were about to get up, leaning forward to support yourself on your feet, Javi held you, hands on your hips and fucked you at a fast pace “fuckin’ soaked hole...” before letting you get up.
Once in the room, you lay down on the bed and said “come fuck me Joel.”
Joel lay on top of you and thrust into you, making you moan.
Your gaze was fixed on him but you were lost in your emotions. You loved everything about this evening. The way they fucked you, the way they shared you.
You stared at Joel. Intensely.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I want you to…” You bit your lip.
“Tell me,” he said, thrusting hard.
You cried out in surprise, and said "I want you to talk to me. Dirty. Joel, please…"
“Fuck… you want me to tell you what a slut you are? Wanna hear it out loud?”
“Yes Joel…fuck…yes, please.”
"I can't believe you were reluctant to come back here, when your slutty holes just wanted to be filled by both of our cocks."
He grabbed your chin in his hand and added "That's what you wanted? To be filled by two cocks? Mine isn't enough for you, you need two big, fat cocks?"
He brought his hand down and squeezed your throat. His gaze was black. He held you so tightly that you could just nod your head.
“We’ll give you what you want.”
He released his grip on your throat, continuing to thrust into you.
“Javi, I want you in my mouth.”
Javi knelt on the bed, holding his cock in his hand. You looked at him, and stuck out your tongue.
“Fuckin christ, woman,” Joel said, fucking you harder.
Javi placed his cock on your tongue, just the tip. He jerked himself off while watching you, then Joel fucking you. And he slid his cock into your mouth, you rounded your lips to welcome him. He placed his hand on your cheek, and felt his cock through your skin.
Joel buried his head in your neck, kissing it, then came to bite your earlobe. His head brushing against Javi’s hand, before pulling out of you.
“Come fuck her Javi.”
Javi smiled, before saying “you like being shared by our two cocks, huh?” You nodded, looking at Joel.
Javi came and lay down between your legs and slid his cock inside you.
Joel was standing next to the bed, jerking off gently. “You take both of our cocks so well darlin. You’re doing so well for us.”
He walked over and fondled one of your breasts, still jerking off. He leaned towards you and said “open up baby”. As you opened your mouth, he spat in it and clamped your jaw shut with his hand.
“Fill her up javi. Then I’ll fill her cunt too.”
You groaned at his words.
“Look at me hermosa. You're going to get filled by two cocks, like a little slut. Is that what you want?"
“Yes! Yes Javi, that’s what I want.”
“Yeah? Want your pussy filled with both our cum? Wanna feel them running down your thighs?”
You nodded.
"Ok baby. I'll give you what you want.” He picked up the pace and put his arms under your shoulders to fuck you harder. Joel was still jerking off next to the bed.
“Fuck…I’m gonna cum hermosa. Gonna fill this tight cunt.”
He thrusted in two more times before spreading his cum deep inside your pussy. Once his balls were empty, he withdrew, and Joel took his place instantly. He looked down at your folds to see Javi's cum starting to leak out. He ran his fingers around picking some up and stuffing them into your pussy.
“You want both of us, right? Can't miss a drop baby.”
He lay down between your thighs and bottomed out in one go. He put his fingers covered with Javi's cum in your mouth for you to lick them.
“Fuck. Such a slut. With your pussy dripping with the cum from another man. You’re so fucking soaked of his cum and so wet, I'm sure you could take both of our cocks in your pussy."
He growled against your ear, and his words hurried your orgasm.
“You’re such a whore, you know that?”
“Yes Joel…yeah.”
“Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a whore. I’m a fucking whore.”
Javi sat in the chair watching the whole scene.
Joel picked up the pace, unable to stop talking. “Can’t believe it, I thought you were a nice girl who wanted only my cock. But one cock isn’t enough for you anymore, is it?”
You couldn't answer anymore. He smacked your cheek. Not too hard. “Fuckin answer me.”
“Fuck. I want two cocks Joel. I want your two cocks. So bad.”
“Shit… I’m gonna fill you too.”
He grunted before thrusting deep inside you and shooting his load. Your orgasm rushed over you.
“Oh god Joel…”
He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath.
He finally got up while you were still lying down, and said “come see this Javi.”
The two men were standing at the foot of the bed, looking at your sore pussy, with their cum leaking out.
You heard the curfew sirens and Joel looked worriedly at Javi, who replied “stay here tonight. It's too late for you to go back. The bed is big enough, we’ll squeeze in.” The two men came to join you, each from one side.
You fell asleep.
You woke up a few hours later, Joel and Javi’s bodies pressed against you. You felt some of their cum still leaking from your pussy but you didn't have the courage to go to the bathroom. Javi was against your back, his cock resting against your ass.
You stretched your ass towards him, at the same time as you took Joel’s cock in your hands, jerking him gently. You felt them wake up at the same time.
Javi’s hand came to squeeze your breast, before moving down to your thigh. He lifted your knee to give himself access to your pussy, and you felt the tip of his already hard cock directly slide into your hole.
Looking at Joel, you saw that his gaze was on you.
“Looks like you don’t need any preparation to take his cock baby? Still full of our cum huh?”
You bit your lip and just nodded, while Javi was pounding in you.
“Don’t stop jerking me off,” said Joel. You resumed your movement, stopped when Javi entered you.
“How is her pussy, Javi?”
“Ruined. I slide in so easily.”
“Mmmm” Joel muttered. Lie on your back Javi.”
Javi withdrew before settling in as Joel asked.
“And you sweetheart, come ride him.”
You moved on top of Javi, before grabbing his cock in your hand and pushing it inside you.
“Is the lube still in the top drawer?”
“Yeah.”
Joel went to get it and coated his cock with it, before putting the bottle down.
"You’re gonna prepare my ass, Joel?”
“It’s not your ass I’m gonna fuck."
“Wait what? I never…”
“There’s always a first time, baby.”
You looked at Javi with a panicked look, but he just said “come on Hermosa. You’re fuckin’ soaked and still dripping our cum from last night. You’ll take us easily.”
Joel kneeled behind you and spread your ass cheeks.
“Fuck… you’re gonna be so full….”
He leaned against Javi's cock, which had stopped his movements. Joel started to thrust and told you to lean on Javi’s chest.
You leaned forward and felt Joel’s cock sink into you.
“Fuck…Fuck! Joel, wait. It's too much. I don’t think I can -”
“Yes, you fuckin’ can.”
He didn't stop. He felt the walls of your pussy adjust to the two of them. He continued to thrust until his balls were against Javi's.
Looking up, you saw the look in Javi’s eyes, who nodded at Joel. And they both moved.
“Oh fuck… Cant’ believe… God. Cant’ believe I’m getting fucked by two cocks."
Javi smiled and kissed you, before telling you “you’re really doing well Hermosa, you’re so good for us.”
“You can do better, darlin’.“
“What? What do you mean, Joel?”
Joel put his thumb in his mouth and spat on your ass. He caught the saliva with his thumb before applying it to your asshole.
“Shit Joel…”
“Stop whining. I know you like it” and he pushed his knuckle into your ass.
“Fuck..Yeah. Yes I do.”
Joel smiled as he looked at Javi.
You felt full. Two cocks in your pussy, Joel's thumb in your ass.
Joel told you “I’m sure if there were three cocks here, you’d take one in your mouth.”
“Fuck yeah…I bet she would”, added Javi.
They continued for a few minutes, and you heard Javi breathing harder.
“You’re gonna cum Javi? You’re gonna cum in my pussy?”
“Yeah Hermosa…I’m gonna fill you again.”
“Go ahead Javi. Cum in her pussy, and don't pull out until I fill her too. Not gonna be long.”
Your clit had been rubbing against Javi’s crotch for several minutes, and you felt like you were going to cum soon too.
“Fuck… yeah… ‘m gonna fill you Hermosa. Oh… oh god….”
Javi's cock twitched as he came, his cock crushed against Joel's.
“Fuck. I’m gonna fill you too baby.”
Joel growled louder and louder, and you felt Javi’s cum starting to leak out of your pussy.
Joel stiffened and shot his cum into you.
He collapsed on top of you, still straddling Javi and you came for the last time that night, full of their cum.
Before pulling out, Joel said, “You’re gonna have to help me find more after pills, Javi.”
Part 3
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To the Flame chapter 6
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader
Word count: 2.6k
Chapter tags/warnings: smut, piv sex, breeding kink (kinda, more like territory kink), possessiveness, oral (f receiving), talk of m oral, pwp, manipulation, rough sex, rough oral sex, nipple stimulation, squirting, stuff I'm definitely forgetting, dirty talk, manhandling, stupid amounts of making out/kissing
Chapter summary: You arrive at your new home and spend some quality time with the man of your dreams
A/N: Hey y'all! Hope we're still liking this story! Gotta be honest, 90% of this chapter is pure smut lmao. Can't go wrong there! (or can we?) Thank you for putting up with my bs and for staying tuned while I get some more served up!
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Javi’s house is almost exactly what you had expected it to be. It’s not too big, and not too small. The Spanish style home is tucked back behind some woods in the middle of a small plot of land, which is apparently owned by his father.
There’s a pasture on half of his property filled with cows, which he tends to in return for living in the house. It’s peaceful and cozy, reminding you of the man who lives in it.
It doesn’t take long for you and Javi to haul your things inside, placing your clothes in his room, and any extra belongings in a hall closet. Your stomach makes nervous flutters the entire time, keeping you giddy with happiness despite your current situation.
Within just a few hours, you’ve gotten engaged, and have moved out—well, been kicked out, but it sounds better the other way—of your house and into Javier’s. It seems like a dream come true when you really think about it.
You fiddle with the ring on your finger as you bite your lip to hide the smile that’s creeping across your face. It’s absolutely the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen, and it fits you perfectly. How did he even figure that out?
It’s a simple ring, but intricate enough to hold anyone’s attention. The plain, gold band comes up to mold into a thorny vine design near the top, where it holds the perfect sized diamond. Not big or obnoxious enough to be gaudy, but keeping on the delicate side.
You also appreciate the way the vine design doesn’t continue all the way to the bottom, instead flattening out so that it doesn’t make you uncomfortable if it scratches or digs into your skin. It seems like Javi really thought this out, on top of knowing that he was going to marry you one day. Never have you experienced something so romantic in your life.
As you’re staring down at it, completely enamored with your thoughts, Javi comes up behind you. He admires the piece of jewelry over your shoulder, putting one hand carefully on the side of your head to pull you to him so he can place a kiss to the opposite side.
“It’s so pretty, Javi,” you tell him without taking your eyes off of it. You hadn’t gotten a good look at it until it was on your finger and Javi pulled back onto the road, and you’ve been in a trance since then. You lean into him, finally looking up to see him gazing adoringly back down at you.
“You deserve pretty things, pretty girl,” he says, wrapping you in a hug as you lean your head into his chest. He sighs and rests his chin on your head.
“I hope you know we’re not going to be able to have a big wedding at first, but I promise you that we will when the time is right. I want everything to be perfect for you, bebecita.”
You smile at that. You don’t mind that you can’t have a ceremony. You know that he will keep his promise, and you’ll get the fairytale wedding you’ve always dreamed of one day. He would do anything for you, he told you so.
HIs hand comes up to your chin, and you allow him to tilt your head up to capture your lips in a slow kiss. He slips his tongue between your lips, gently licking into your mouth in a way that makes your entire body light up with the sensuality of it.
Sparks jump in your belly, and you can feel wetness seeping into your panties. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your body responds to his touch. You moan into his mouth and bring your arms up to circle his neck, leaning on your toes to deepen the kiss until it feels like you’re trying to consume each other.
Javi lets you push him backwards to the couch, keeping his mouth on yours and pulling you back with him as he takes a seat. Your thighs bracket his, and the position immediately reminds you of just last night, when the two of you had been in the back of his truck, you giving your body to him for the first time.
Is it weird that you already want him again?
You decide it’s not as you start to grind down on him, and Javi definitely agrees with that assessment by the way he groans into your mouth.
“Shit, baby, lay down for me. Gonna do this properly this time,” Javi pulls away from you to say, his lips still close enough to be brushing against yours.
You eagerly comply to his request, letting him place you down on your back across the seat of the couch. He takes his position above you, giving you a few more teasing kisses before he starts to trail down your body.
Your eyes widen as you realize what he’s doing, a gasp tumbling from your swollen lips as he sharply nips at your neck. His hands are slithering up your shirt, and you subconsciously arch your back to help him get it off you.
He grabs hold of the hem and raises it up until your stomach and your breasts are exposed, his mouth worshiping each inch of skin as it’s revealed to his greedy gaze.
“So pretty and soft for me, sweetheart.”
Javi’s lips are so close to your skin when he says it, that you can feel the moisture from his breath. You whine and wiggle, trying to get some friction somewhere. Your nipples are almost painfully hard against your bra, and you wish he would take it off.
“Please, Javi,” you beg, bucking your hips up while simultaneously trying to keep your hands planted on the couch. He didn’t give you explicit instruction to keep them there, but you see the game he’s playing, and you know he would if you moved them right now.
The look in his eyes can only be described as feral, fed by the carnal desire to have you above all. Seeing your struggle, he reaches his hands up again, and you lift up so he can undo your bra and then pull it off.
As soon as the article hits the ground, his hands are on you, fondling your breasts and thumbing over your erect nipples in a manner that makes you keen. You close your eyes as he moves up enough to seal his mouth over one of the buds, sucking and flicking his tongue harshly.
You moan his name wildly as he grasps you so that you’re unable to move, stuck with nothing to do other than take the assault on your sensitive flesh. You feel a heat stirring between your legs—which you didn’t know was even possible without direct stimulation—and when Javi lets one hand sneak down to rub tiny circles on your clit at the same time as he bites down on you, you’re coming undone in a matter of seconds.
You’re distracted enough by the blinding pleasure to be almost unaware of Javi pulling his mouth from your breast and snaking down even lower. His thumb stays on your clit as he spews bouts of encouragement your way.
It’s only when he removes his hand and pulls your pants and panties down that you open your eyes again to watch him scoop up your thighs, and dive into your cunt like a starved man. Your hands immediately fly to his messy hair, already damp from his efforts.
Javi moans into you as he tongues in and out, not wasting a second before going full force, alternating between your overstimulated clit and your weeping pussy. You’re getting light headed, your entire body heating up as he begins to pull another orgasm to the edge, just waiting for that one push. Just as you think he’s about to give it to you, he pulls away, breathing heavily as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.
“You have no idea how fucking good you taste, sweetheart,” he says, and you don’t know if you’ve ever heard him say anything with so much conviction.
Despite the crudeness of what the two of you are doing right now, you feel your face flush at his words. He licks a quick stripe up your seam before coming up again, and you almost come untouched at how much this look puts the last to shame. You’ve heard the term “pussy drunk”, but this might be your first time truly seeing it.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you with my cock and make you taste yourself on me after I make you come, would you like that, baby? See how god damn sweet you taste?”
Your jaw completely drops. You didn’t even know he could talk this dirty. You just keep getting luckier with this man. Your head nods frantically before you can even think about it. Javi chuckles lightly from between your thighs.
“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” is all he says before dipping down to continue feasting on you.
It only takes a couple of strokes for you to be coming on Javi’s tongue, though he moans and squirms enough for it to sound like he’s the one getting his second orgasm today. He only pulls away once you’re whining and tugging on his hair from the overstimulation.
For a moment, he looks like he’s going to get up and strip, but you see something flash across his eyes, and he just reaches down instead. Your head falls back as you hear the sound of his zipper going down, just the thought of him fucking you naked while he’s fully clothed makes your cunt pulse with need.
You look down, and your mouth goes dry when you see that he doesn’t have any underwear on. He keeps his eyes on yours even though they’re trained on where he’s pulling his thick, throbbing cock from the opening in his dark jeans.
Your eyes flicker back up to his as he lines himself up, wasting no time in pushing into you. Your jaw goes slack at the stretch as he leans over you completely, putting his palms on the couch on either side of your head as he sinks in all the way. Your own arms wrap beneath his to cling and claw at his back. Just by his body language and the hungry look he’s giving you, you have a feeling you’ll need something to hang on to.
Somehow, it feels even better than the first time. You feel stuffed to the brim, but also complete. Like Javi’s been your missing piece this whole time, and now that you’ve found him you feel whole. When you’re staring into his big, deep, brown eyes, you see nothing but adoration for you. Lust. Love.
And it’s in this exact moment that you know you’re in love with him.
Javi hisses as he rears back enough for just the tip to remain inside you, and he captures your lips in a feverish kiss as he thrusts back in, already nailing your g-spot. You gasp and he steals the air from your lungs. You can taste a hint of yourself mixed in with his saliva, and you had no idea until this moment that something like that could turn you on so much.
He quickly picks up the pace, and you find yourself too weak to do much more than whine and moan for him, much less continue kissing him. Javi brings one hand up to hold your chin and make out with you even though you can’t reciprocate. You don’t mind, the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth is an orgasmic feeling in itself.
You just focus on breathing through your nose, keeping a hold of the man who’s sending you up the couch with his cock, and the feeling of his thick tip pummeling into your most sensitive spot. Your entire body is shaking with the intensity of the sheer force he’s slamming into you with.
There’s a strange but good feeling starting to tug at you someplace between your pussy and your abdomen, making your desperate sounds come out wobbly in addition to being smothered by your fiance’s mouth.
He makes a strangled noise and suddenly moves on to sucking the skin on your throat. You wonder if he can feel the way you’re tightening around him in anticipation as this new feeling grows and spreads.
“J-Javi,” you warn, unsure about what’s happening. You almost feel like you need to pee, but this sensation is far more intense.
He must not hear you, because his pace doesn’t falter and he doesn’t look up at you. He just keeps jackhammering his hips to yours and sucking hickeys on your already-sensitive skin.
It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because you’re already feeling that coil snap, crying out as you tighten like a vice and gush all over Javi’s dick.
It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, your body tensing as you ride out what has to be the longest orgasm you’ve ever had. You barely even hear Javi talking to you through your foggy mind. It’s like you’ve been transported to another place completely, a place where you can only feel pleasure.
“Such a good f-fucking girl, squirting all over my cock like that,” Javi praises as he nudges your chin up to make room for more sloppy kisses.
As you begin to come down, you can hear the steady slapslapslap that comes from where your bodies connect, each collision now aided by your juices and Javi’s heavy balls smacking against your swollen cunt.
It’s a disgusting sound in retrospect, but it turns you on even more when you hear your whines and Javi’s grunts blended into it. You can tell he’s starting to get close by the way he isn’t pulling out as much, and his noises are becoming more frantic.
“R-remember to p-pull out,” you breathe into his ear just in case he forgot. He, again, shows no sign of having heard you. You must be speaking even quieter than you thought.
“Javi, please pull out,” you say, louder this time even though it’s a task to do so through your exhaustion. This time, he hears you.
“Please, baby, it’ll be f-fine, gonna marry you, let me come in this pretty cunt,” he says, though you’re unsure of the correlation between those two things.
“No, Javi, it’s not safe.”
He’s pumping himself harder and faster, getting up to the edge.
“Buy you–fuck—buy you a plan B,” he grunts, his voice strained.
“No, n-not this time. C-can’t risk it,” you squeak, clawing at his back as he pushes you even further up the cushions.
You hear him mutter a curse as he pulls out just enough to grasp his dick and splatter rope after rope of cum on your damp stomach. You let out a breath when he finishes and lays back down on you, his cum spreading between your sweaty bodies.
You’re both breathing heavily, trying to come back down to earth. The ceiling fan above you is spinning slowly, pushing just enough air your way as you close your eyes and toy with Javi’s curls where his head is resting on your chest.
“I love you, Javi.”
You don’t know why you say it, well,you do, but you hadn’t known the words were even on your tongue or even on your mind. They just slipped out without a thought. Javi tenses against you, and you feel a ball of dread drop into your stomach.
Was it too soon? Does he not love you back? Are you being too clingy? Too immature?
When he looks up at you, your breath caught in your throat, there are tears in his eyes along with another emotion you can’t quite place. One corner of his lip twitches, like he’s resisting the urge to smile too hard.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he says, obviously a little choked up.
You grin at him as he climbs up again to kiss you, this time soft and slow, with care.
“Going to take such good care of you,” he promises when he pulls away.
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A Busy Kiss
Pairing: Javier Peña x wife reader
Word Count: 600
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
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He’s gone a lot. Most days, my husband wakes before me, quietly trying to rush his routine to get to work as he’s usually running late. I asked him once why he didn’t just wake up earlier if he was always barely making it in time. Javier simply smiled at me, cupping my cheek with his warm hand and said, simply, “But then I’d miss that time with you.”
So for me, he rushes out of the front door nearly every morning, a quick press of his lips to mine or my cheek or forehead before he all but runs from our apartment.
But lately, I’ve barely seen him at all.
I know they’re closing in on Cali and that there’s a sort of deadline if Javi was to catch them before their deal with the government. I understand the need for Javi to spend all of his time focusing on catching them, bringing them to justice.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss the hell out of him.
A couple months into this new schedule, he comes home earlier than normal, which is still late by society standards. I’m already in bed but I hear him shuffle in the room, slipping into the bathroom and turning on the shower. He’s not there for long, choosing to slip under the covers and slide up behind me instead. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest as he nuzzles into my ear.
“I love you, hermosa,” he whispers, gently kissing my ear, his mustache tickling me. I let out a small chuckle and he repeats his action, loving the way I squirm in his grip.
The next morning, we wake to his phone ringing. Javi groans, answering the call with a gruff tone. He sighs and I know it was a call to come in early, despite the fact he got in late. Sure enough, he hangs up the phone, turning on his back and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I gotta go in, hermosa.”
“Mmm.” I’m still half asleep, on the edge, deciding whether to fall back asleep or wake up.
Javi gets up with a groan and quietly gets ready. I hear him in the living room putting on his shoes and grabbing his keys, the front door lock sliding in place.
About 20 minutes later, the door opens again and I’m blinking awake. Javi comes bursting into the room, striding over to the bed and leans down to place a soft but heated kiss to my lips.
“Aren’t you gonna be late?”
He smiles down at me. “I got halfway there and realized I’d forgotten to kiss you before I left. I wouldn’t be able to focus all day if I didn’t get to kiss my wife.”
I lean up, fingers wrapping around his tie to pull him to me, deepening the kiss. Javi braces himself on his arms, placing them on either side of me as he leans over me.
“Aren’t you gonna be late?” I smirk against his lips.
Javi glances down at his watch. “I think I can spare a few minutes. For my wife.”
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Swept of my feet part 4
Javier Pena x reader
Note: you work with Pena and Murphy to take down Escobar.
Warning: unprotected sex, speak of violance
You knew all along what went down between Javi and the los pepes, yet you didn’t say a word. Your heart ached after him as he was sent home, you couldn’t even celebrate Escobar’s death. Yet it wasn’t your time to go home.
“You really about to just stay in Bogota and carry on with a new drug cartel’s case?” Steve ask as he is packing his own stuff in the embassy.
“If you can get in touch with him, please forward my new number to him!” You knew what was the under lying question here.
“Don’t you want to go after him?” He doesn’t understands you.
“More than anything, but I know that he would want someone to countinue this… people are still dying from this, he would want me to carry on…” you sight as you have a break. “I hate that they made us loose all contact with eachother, but I know this is temporary, we will somehow find the way to eachother, I have no doubt about that!”
“I will give him your number if I can get in contact with him before you, if you can, please let me know you all are okay!” He hugs you before walking out. You watch him trough the window with tears in your eyes. The end of an area.
Few weeks later:
You are sitting in his chair and your heart is beating so fast. You are already waiting for more than an hour in there, when he steps in the door.
“You thought you can get rid of me?” You ask as he glaces over you suprised. “Ain’t that easy!”
He speeds in your way, in the time he gets there, you are already on your feet. He kisses you like his life depends on it. “I though I lost you…” he can’t keep his hands to himself. “It was hell without you, chica!” He mumbles between kisses.
“I knew we would find the way back to eachother!” You shiver under his touch. “Your heart belongs to mine!” You wishper, while getting his suit down, starting to unbotton his shirt. His shaky hands are under your flowery dress.
“How did you know?” He wants to get you panties down, but he forgets everything as he realises you don’t have any on. “Chica, you were waiting for me like this?”
“All day long!” You giggle as he pushes down his pants and boxers. Even you knew him as a man who loved to please you before entering you, he do not waiste anytime, he just puts you up on his desk and slides into you. “Javier!” You scream, bitting your lips in a failed atempt to not be heard by the whole embassy, while he fucks you hard and fast.
“I missed you so much, chica!” He mumble smoving even faster, like his life depend on it. “ Te amo, mi amor!” He groans, and you know very well that the walls are not that thick to hold all the noises back you are making, still couldn’t care less.
“Yo también te amo!” You scream as your climax hits you like a train. You could never imagine how it would effect you feeling him again after being away from eachother almost for a month.
“Y/N!” His voice is huskier than ever as he comes inside you. You spend the next few minutes shaking, resting pressed to eachother before he pulls out, and start to get dressed.
“I will see you later, we are neightbors again!” You giggle, as you smooth your dress down, still feeling him dripping from the inside of you. “Make yourself at home, I will be in my office!” You walk out before he could say anything. The people standing on the hallway are giving you looks, you defenetly were loud. Atleast everyone will know not to even try to get your man. He is 30 minutes in the embassy and you already marked your teratory, very classy of you.
Later that night:
“I see noone cut your hair since you were gone!” You brush your fingers through his messy locks, as it was longer than it used to be. For a long time now you were the one cuting it, even before you two ever hooked up.
“Noone knows how to cut it, just you, chica!” His answer smooths your soul.
You guide him to one of the kitchen chairs and make him sit, while looking for your good scissors. He smiles at you as you walk to him, and your heart skips a beat. As you start to trim his hair the heat keeps buggering you, until you decide to take down your dress. His eyes are dreamy until they met with all the purple patches on your body.
“Who did this to you!” He hops up grabing your cheeks, almost leading into a bloody scene as you just pull away your open scissors.
“Relax… it is nothing!” You smooth some hair out of his face. “I don’t know if you recall, but after this wasn’t a secret anymore…” you gravitate your finger between the two of you. “… we did not care who sees us in town. Well the whores who’s undivided income came from you didn’t like that!” You giggle as it was funny in a way.
“Not undivided!” He looks offended.
“Okay, almost undivided income… back to the point, as you were sent home, they thought it would be a good idea to show me who is more superior…” you can see how on edge is he. “Long story short three of them attacked me, I shoted once, everyone walked away alive, they never tried to bother me, or look me in the eyes when I walked by them.” You sound proud, you feel proud.
“Esta es mi chica…” he mumbles still concerned, but somewhat proud.
To be continued…
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She’s Got The Ticket - Chapter 4
Pairing: Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (reader has a latina name but no physical descriptions)
Word Count: 3900+
Rating: M for mature - 18+ only! NSFW
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
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Endless late nights seemed like the new norm for you; it was something you weren’t accustomed to back home. Back in Miami you had a life, friends, family and ex-fiance. With all the new madness in your life that was going on, you had to create somewhat of a routine for yourself. The day for you starts at 5:30am. You get dressed and go for your morning run, setting the coffee before you leave. You had stopped running years ago because Rey didn’t like you running all alone in the morning, but now there was no one to tell you not to. Running was your escape to clear your mind and get your head straight for the day. Upon returning, you get in the shower, get dressed and head out to the bakery where you grab the second coffee of the day. You made it a goal to always be the first person to arrive at the office and then shortly after, Javi would arrive. Unlike you, Javi would come in everyday in a fitted suit and tie but had a face of hell from maybe too much drinking the night before. Endless paperwork, meetings and phone conferences with agents from the US were on a constant hamster wheel everyday. Javi on the other hand would be stuck in meetings with the commissioners and donors that were trying to help with the fight to defeat the Cali cartel, but were really supporting them instead. Javi was never amused by the so-called “Donors”. Before you know it, it's 8pm and the day has come to a close. Your mind is fried and can’t handle anymore so you retire and head back home to start the same routine all over again the next day.
After that night at the bar your work relationship with Javi did change but in a professional way of course. He was more interactive and more attentive with you. He asked for your thoughts and your opinions. Some he agreed with, while others he would just simply ignore. As usual you both were always the last ones at the office practically every night. The weekend was approaching and you decided that you weren’t going to work this weekend and just relax and explore the city which you hadn’t since you had arrived weeks ago.
Saturday arrived and you had been looking forward to a quiet day. You were able to sleep in, which wasn’t something that you had been able to do since you had arrived. During your morning run, you spotted a farmers market and decided that you were going to come back to it. Your fridge was practically empty and you were in the mood to make a nice home cooked meal for yourself. Since you got here, you haven't made or had a proper meal. Dinners were usually a glass of wine with a kit-kat or protein bar. Sometimes you would come home so tired you just went straight to bed. After you showered and got dressed you headed out to the farmers market which was where you decided you were going to make your mom’s favorite “Milanesa de Pollo” (Chicken with red sauce on top as well as ham and cheese). Taking in the summer heat, you decided to wear a sleeveless floral pink dress and a straw hat that your mom bought for you before you left.
The local market was only a 10 minute walk from your apartment. Walking through the streets you sometimes felt that you were back home. The market was vibrant. Countless kiosks with fresh produce. Children running around with sweet treats in their hands. Vendors trying to sell you everything they have. You spotted a kiosk that was selling tulips, which were your favorite. You ended up picking the yellow tulips and carried on throughout the market to get all the ingredients that you needed. After an hour of exploring the market you were a little hungry and decided to get lunch before heading back to the apartment. While waiting in line she heard her name from afar.
"Diaz?" a voice calls .
Oh no it can’t be! You think.
Your eyes went wide as you turned around and spotted none other than your boss, Javi. You spotted him instantly, he was leaning against a fruit stand eating a granadilla. He was wearing a khaki yellow shirt and wearing tight fitted jeans. Wearing yellow aviator glasses was the cherry on top for this look. This was an unusual view because you had only seen Javi wear casual suits to the office everyday.
He looked good.
Really good.
“Oh hey……. What are you doing here Javi?”
You were noticing that the first couple of buttons were undone giving you a good view of his neck and your mouth watered thinking of how you would want to lick that amazing soft skin. He noticed you looking into his eyes and he was already looking at you while savoring what was left of his fruit. Your cheeks were heating up as you were caught staring at him.
“I was taking a break from the office to grab some lunch.”
“You're working on the weekend?”
“DEA never stops when fighting the Cali Cartel, Diaz. I came here to grab something to eat” He was eating the last piece of orange when he noticed you.
Rolling your eyes by his response you couldn’t understand how this man worked so much and never escaped to do other things that didn’t involve catching the cartel.
“But we need to live a life outside the cartel every once and a while, Javi. You should try it sometime.”
In that moment Javi analyzed you not as his partner, but as a very attractive woman. You weren’t wearing the button up blouse with the slacks and heels, you didn't look like the girls that he would hook up with when he was lonely. The pink floral dress and the straw hat that you were wearing made Javi take a second look at you. The way that you smiled back at him caught him off guard and made him realize that there might be something that he had never felt before.
“What are you up to Diaz?”
"I’m going to actually cook a meal for myself today. I haven’t had real food since I got here." With the bags in your hand you start walking back to your apartment and Javi joins you.
“I didn’t know you cooked.” Javi comments as the both of you stop where his truck is parked. He leans back against the hood of his truck and puts his hands in his pockets, without you noticing he stares at how pretty you looked in your dress and sunflower hat. In joking matter you respond to him.
“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me, Javi. Maybe you should get to know the people that work around you, that way they don’t think you're the grinch.” you smirked at him.
“People think I'm the grinch?”
You started laughing at him. “Yeah they do! I just say that you're more like Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street.”
Javi smirks at your joke.
“Is that a smile I see from DEA Agent Javier Peña? Ladies and Gentleman he is real!” you gesture up and down his body giving him a little round of applause making him chuckle.
He chuckles as he rubs his hand behind his neck.
“Oh Really? Well then I guess I might have to change your mind so that you’ll stop calling me Oscar the Grouch.” People at the office had mentioned that Javi was always grumpy and extremely demanding. Oscar the Grouch was the perfect analogy. Yet at the moment you didn’t see the grumpiness in him. You were staring at a fine looking man that was smiling at your extremely lame joke and showing one dimple on his left cheek.
You flirt back with a smile.
“Well enjoy your dinner Diaz. I will see you on Monday.”
As he turns to walk away you didn’t hesitate and asked:
“Javi?”
He quickly turns around to respond.
“Yes?”
“Would you like to come over for dinner?”
Javi was taken back by her open invitation but he could use a nice home cooked meal.
“If that’s ok with you, I accept your invitation.”
“So it's a date.” You froze when the words came out of your mouth. Your eyes opened wide like a deer in headlights. Instantly regretting the words that came out of your mouth. “I mean I'll see you at 7.”
You quickly turned and walked away as fast as you could with your head looking down. Javi just stands with his hands on his hips and chuckles at how cute you seemed while inviting him to dinner.
Putting your legs to the test you ran as fast as you could towards your apartment. Quickly closing the door behind you as reality sinks in.
What have I done?
Did I just invite him over?
WHAT THE FUCK!
You spend the next couple of hours prepping and dinner and unpacking the remaining boxes that were left to unpack from the move. You had procrastinated unpacking because you hadn’t had time and coming late from work didn’t help either. Once complete your place finally felt like home. While your apartment wasn’t a 5 star hotel suite it was homie. The Embassy had given you an apartment in the same building as Javi. One thing you loved about the apartment was that it was spacious and it was exactly what you needed. You weren’t difficult as long as you had your radio to listen to music, you were good. One thing you loved was listening to music and dancing. Having Cuban parents it was mandatory to listen to old school Cuban music and dance to it. The apartment was filled with pictures of your family and friends. The one good thing about this apartment was that it had a little corner with a window that would face the city. Usually every night since you arrived before going to bed you have a glass of wine and stare out the window and catch a glimpse of the city night life. Thoughts would pass through your mind when you sit here. You would think about your past, your future, would you ever find love, reflect on your day and more importantly what your future holds. In this corner you also had a little vase which was holding the tulips that you had when you bumped into Javi at the market that led to this unexpected invite over for dinner.
In the process of all of this preparation thoughts would come passing through your mind:
This is just my coworker coming
Why am I freaking out?
He doesn't like you
You are out of his league
Before you knew it, it was 7pm.
Knock Knock
You were startled by the knock. Not wanting to seem desperate you waited a little before heading towards the door. Before opening it you gave a quick glance at your reflection in the mirror and made sure you were wearing the right thing for Javi. There wasn’t much to choose from in your closet so you ended up wearing a simple blue knee length summer dress that you bought from the farmers market that day. Not wanting to look pale you added in some blush, lipgloss and eyeliner to look somewhat presentable. Last minute thoughts started running through your mind right before you opened the door.
Act casual
Be cool
You don't like this guy
He is your partner
Nothing can happen
You put a smile and open the door and there he was staring back at you with a smile.
“Javi.”
“Val.”
“Come on in, welcome to my home."
Javi handed you a bottle of whiskey.
Grabbing the bottle of whiskey your eyes opened wide. “Oh boy, I see you brought the liquid courage”
“I’m sorry,” he replied.
“This is great, thank you for bringing this. Make yourself at home.”
“Dinner should be ready soon. Would you like a drink? You ask as he slowly walks into your apartment.
“Sure either whiskey or wine”. You grab a glass and pour the wine and hand it to Javi.
"Thank you. Val this smells delicious. What are you cooking?"
"This is my favorite meal that my mom would make for me back home. It's called Milanesa de pollo. It’s breaded chicken, red sauce, ham and cheese."
"Wow, that sounds delicious - can't wait to try it."
He shared a smile with a wink to which you were taken back from, but in a good way. Butterflies were going round and round in your stomach.
Is he flirting with me?
Do I flirt back?
"Well I'm excited for you to try it." You replied with a flirty tone.
Finishing up with the sauce you asked Javi if he wanted to try it.
“Here, try the sauce, it’s my mom's recipe with a secret ingredient”. Javi comes close to you to taste the sauce. With a final stir you scoop some of the sauce from the pan into a wooden spoon, turning it slightly to Javi as you put your hand under the spoon. He holds your gaze, stares into your eyes as you bring the wooden spoon to his lips. Your eyes lock onto his lips as Javi takes a lick of the spoon, mesmerized by the way his tongue slides up and down the spoon.
“Wow this is amazing! What is the secret ingredient?”
You giggle “Haha I can’t tell you. If I do, I'd have to kill you”. He chuckles at your lame joke as he takes a seat at your counter.
Dinner was served and the both of you sat in silence as you both took in the food. It wasn’t as perfect as your mom made it but it was good enough to make it feel like a home cooked meal. You and Javi sat in silence for a few minutes as you were both simply enjoying the meal. Trying to make conversation, Javi asks you questions about the dish and conversation flows from there, the occasional silence sitting heavy with some unspoken tension when it happens. To loosen the mood both of your wine glasses were filled up. Once he’s finished, Javi sets down his fork and stretches, rubbing his stomach. As he stretches you are caught off guard when you notice his shirt go slightly up and give you a peak of his little happy trail. As tipsy as you felt you started to giggle by the sight you just saw a good thing he didn’t notice.
"I am stuffed. Val, this was amazing. I am glad you invited me over. I really needed a home cooked meal and you fullfled that."
"I am glad that I can fulfill you.”
Oh crap!
Nice one Val!
"I mean! I’m glad you liked it, Javi!"
He smirked and smiled back at you.
"So, Diaz, tell me about yourself? How was your life back home?"
“Call me Estrellita. I think we have reached the point of calling each other by our first names”.
“Estrellita? Star? Really? Where did you get that nickname from?”
“My friends back home gave me that nickname because I like to shine bright at everything I do. Hence Estrellita”.
He pauses and smirks.
“So…. Estrellita. That’s cute, I like it”.
You blush by his comment and smile as you take another slip of your wine.
“Would you like to move to the couch?”
Javi nods in acceptance and the both of you grab your wine cups and head over to the couch. You take a sip of your wine and start telling Javi your life story. You let him know how you became a CIA agent, what led you to come here, and the disapproval of your friends and family not approving of the assignment transfer during these scary times.
"But I'm sure you have a boyfriend waiting for you back home right?"
You became flustered when he asked you that question. Grabbing the wine bottle you poured what was left of the bottle into your wine glass. You really hadn’t told anyone about your personal life since arriving here and realistically you didn’t even tell your friends back home what really happened with you and Rey. Javi was going to be the first person you tell everything that happened with Rey. You felt comfortable telling him or maybe it was the wine that was giving you the courage.
"You mean ex-fiance."
"Ex-fiance? You guys aren’t together anymore?"
"No. I called it off because I caught him cheating two months before the wedding."
You looked down and started twirling your finger around the edge of your glass, feeling Javi’s eyes on you as he waited patiently for you to explain.
"At first I felt it was my fault because I was so busy with the academy, and trying to move up the ladder, as well as planning the wedding that maybe I wasn't giving him the time he needed. It was hard getting over the fact that he did this to me and I felt that I couldn't love again after that.”
You started to feel emotional saying this to practically a stranger so you instantly looked down as your eyes started to get watery.
“When the opportunity for this assignment came about, I didn't think about it and took it on the spot. Coming here has made me believe that this is a new beginning for my life. My parents think that I am just escaping from everything that was going on but I think this was my one shot to prove to everyone that I can do this."
Javi stretched out his hand and slowly wiped away the tear that was running down your face.
"I’m sorry you had to see me like that as I am telling you my life story with you barely knowing me."
The touch of Javi’s hand on your face made you feel heavenly. You closed your eyes with his touch. A spark started to brew deep inside which was something that you hadn’t felt in a long time. You realized that Javi had gotten closer to you but you didn’t care if he did. He placed his hand on top of yours. It felt soft as he held yours. You slowly opened your staring into his big brown eyes and it was the most beautiful sight you had seen. Stuck in the moment you quickly shake your head to distract from the thoughts that are passing through your mind and come back to reality.
"It’s ok. I was the one that asked. It’s a shame that a beautiful girl like you has gone through so much pain and suffering."
Flustered as you were, you realized that he was still holding your hand.. Butterflies were being felt and it was only with the touch of his hand. Neither one of you wanted to let go. Time had seemed to stop, the conversation of your past was long gone. Right now it was trying to figure out who would make the first move. As you stared at his lips you had the urge to touch them and feel them on yours. You notice that he is coming closer to you and your mind starts doing cartwheels.
What should I do? This is my partner. Can’t go past that. I'm falling for this guy. This could ruin all my chances of moving up in your career without having to be “that person” that sleeps their way to the top. What if this can be different?
Endless possibilities rush through your mind. Time was standing still for her and Javi. You don’t have time to think anymore. All your thoughts rush out the window when the both of you are so close to each other your breaths are insync. Nothing can ruin this moment.
Ring ring ring
You breathe a sigh of relief as you hear the phone ring and it was the wake up call that you needed before things got complicated. You slowly pulled back. Javier looked straight into your eyes, his mouth still slightly open. You felt embarrassed when you muttered "Sorry" and turned your gaze away from him and you got the phone.
“Hello?”
“Diaz, its Feistl”
“Hi Feistl what’s up. Is there a reason you're calling me on my day off?”
“I’m sorry I hope I didn't ruin any plans you had at the moment”.
You turn to see Javi and turn back and slowly respond to Feistl.
“No you didn’t ruin anything at all. Tell me what's going on?”
Feistl informed you that they had information from the Cornerstone raid in Miami and that he and Van Hess were planning on going to an office building that was owned by Cali.
"We will be right there Feistl."
"We? Are you with Peña?" Feistl questions you.
Nervously you respond.
“Ummm yes I am. I bumped into him at the market and invited him over for dinner. Is there a problem with that agent?”
Feistl quickly responded “No ma’am not all. We will see you soon”.
You hang up the phone and inform Javi on what was going on.
“Let me change and we can head out together if you want.”
“That’s ok I can meet you at the office.” Javi’s tone had changed, more stern and flat than it was a few moments ago.
You and Javi started slowly heading towards the door.
“Oh. Well ok. I guess I will see you at the office shortly”.
Not wanting him to leave you open the door for him. Knowing that if it wasn’t for Feistl calling a line could have been crossed between you and Javi but yet you wouldn’t have cared. You wanted him and you believe that he wanted you to in return.
“Thank you for coming over tonight and hearing me talk about my boring and depressing life. Now we need another meal for you to talk about your life and hopefully not get interrupted.”
He cracked a little smile back at you.
“Then I guess next time it will be my turn to cook then. Thank you for the food. It was delicious.”
The both of you were waiting at the door, neither of you wanted to leave. He approaches you slowly and grabs your hand. There was that touch full of electricity running through your veins again. This was the moment you wanted to kiss him so bad you closed your eyes again believing that he is going to kiss you but instead he gives you a sensual kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll see you at the office, Estrellita.”
As he walks away you are left frozen by what just happened. You closed the door and didn’t know how to feel. Can you be genuinely falling for him? These feelings are new to you. Being in a relationship for so long you didn’t know how to feel. Does he feel the same too? Playing with fire at this stage in your career was something you had to decide if it was worth it. This is Javier Peña you are talking about. Javier Peña the guy that is known through the office a womanizer; he could be just using you for his pleasure. Your mind is smacked back to reality when you realize that Javi will never have something serious with you. Hearing so many rumors about him it was a fact that nothing will happen. Composing yourself quickly you picked up the kitchen, got dressed and headed to the office where you were to meet up with Feistl, Van Hess and ………
Shit..
Javi…
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Break My Heart
Pairing: Javier Pena x Black!Fem!reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is smut! PWP, PIV, size kink, kinda toxic, spanking, pet names. Non-inclusive language. Somes sentences are intentional AAVE. Apologies if I missed some.
Summary: You intended to spend New Year's Eve alone, per usual. But Javi's pestering convinced you to have a few drinks with the team. You want to remain strong and resist him but you aren't sure for how long.
Word Count: 3,421k
A/N: Ahhh, my first Pedro fic. This was intimidating! Even after watching more of the show. Be gentle, I'm sensitive 'bout it LOL. This was still fun and so hot and lordt, I need him so badly. Likes are always awesome. Please considering commenting and reblogging to help support writers!
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“You’re coming to the bar with us, right?”
You looked up from your desk to see Javi hovering over you, entirely too close. He knows you hate that. He’s always crowding into your space. Leaning too close, leaning that sinful ass on your desk, or bending down to turn those puppy brown eyes on you.
He smelled like cigarettes and sweat. A combination that shouldn’t be so hot, but here you were.
“No,” you said with a smile.
“Come on, you’re hurting my feelings,” he said. He had a sleepy way of talking that immediately turned your thoughts dirty. Thinking of what he must sound like first thing in the morning. But that line of thinking was dangerous. You just hadn’t had a good fucking in a while.
“Aww, you don’t have any feelings, Javi,” you said. You gave him an extra sugary smile and he huffed a laugh and looked around the office. He leaned his ass against your desk and you sighed loudly for his benefit.
The office was noisy, filled with agents running around chasing down leads. With your complexion, you were relegated to the office. You were an agent in name only and it pissed you off. The higher ups thought that they could stick you in the ass end of South America and you’d quit.
Joke was on them. You loved the food here and there wasn’t a person alive that could get you to quit being an agent.
“Maybe I’d have some feelings if you finally agreed to go out with me,” Javi said.
You wrinkled your nose. You’d happily climb on Peña if he wasn’t such a slut. Not that you were in the market for commitment. The last thing you needed was to get caught up with someone, especially at work, when you were still trying to prove yourself to the agency.
“I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, Javi,” you said.
Javier only licked his lips and smiled. His fingers played with a cigarette but all of his attention was on you. “So, what, I need to find an eleven foot pole?”
You rolled your eyes and fought off your smirk. You didn’t need to encourage him. “What favor do you want this time, Javi?” You asked.
“I want you to finally say yes! We’ve been working together for years and you won’t even give me the time of day,” he said.
“Why would I do that?” You asked. Fuck it, the numbers were starting to swim in your head anyway. If Javi was good for anything, it was a distraction. You sat back in your seat and prepared yourself for the Javi show.
He smirked and turned those puppy eyes up to a thousand. “You know we’d be good together,” he said. His voice even got deeper.
You weren’t entirely immune to Javier Peña. There were more than a few times that you caught yourself staring at his ass. Or that damn black shirt that clung to him in all the right places. Your favorite time was when he got back to the office from chasing a lead all day. The way he got so flustered and sweaty. The way his hair would plaster to his head and he’d settle into the office with a deep sigh and a soft curse.
You looked away from him so he wouldn’t see the downright lust in your eyes. No, you were not immune to Javier Peña but everyone knew his vices. You were not trying to be another notch on his belt.
Your eyes roamed to the desk in front of you. In their infinite wisdom, the higher ups also put you in front of Javi and Murphy’s office. They thought it was real hilarious to wave the lonely Black woman in front of Javi the slut. They were itchin’ to ditch you. That also meant that no one else sat around here. The empty desk in front of you was a dumping ground for random files, donuts, or supplies.
There were times when people left random food there for anyone to snack on. Like now, there was a jar of pickles on the desk abandoned and swimming in pickle juice. You smirked and looked at Javi.
“Javi, there is no way on the green earth that I would entertain this,” you said.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” He asked.
“Because you’re a pickle,” you said and smirked.
He laughed and shook his head. “What?”
“A pickle! You’re like…community pickle,” you said. You waved your hand for him to catch your drift. He just stared at you, patient, focused. It was unnerving to be on the other side of that look.
Your throat dried and you had the sudden urge to disappear. To leave that sight line. But you forged on. Maybe he’d get insulted and move on. “See that jar? You’re like those pickles. You’re on every burger, every sandwich, readily available,” you said.
Javier tilted his head. “Are you calling me a slut?”
“Your word, not mine,” you said.
“I didn’t take you for someone who listens to rumors,” Javi said.
You laughed. “Rumors? Javi, you scream it loud and clear for anyone to hear,” you said.
Javi waved your comment off. He looked around the office and then slid closer. You leaned back, scooting your chair back. He wore a denim shirt, open at the collar, and his tanned skin showed through. You brought your eyes back to his, though that wasn’t any better. He was a danger to your sanity.
“Come on. Have a drink with me,” he said.
You sighed and rubbed your head. “We already tried this, Javi,” you said.
“When?” He asked, sounding offended.
“Hmm, ‘bout six months after I got here. You asked me out, I said not on your life. We did that surveillance job together and you wore me down. Said let’s meet up and we never did,” you said.
Javi held his hand to his heart. “You’re killing me, princesa. I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said.
A shiver ran through you and you hated it. You had to be strong around this man, though you really, really didn’t want to. “I’m not mad, Javi, it’s just in your nature.” You stood up and placed your hand on his shoulder. It was a huge mistake, but you pretended to be nonchalant. You tapped his shoulder and walked around him.
You went to the wall of file cabinets and dug through for the next set of numbers you needed anyway. Javi followed you, getting even closer. He leaned against a cabinet and smiled.
“I think you’re just scared,” he said.
“Scared of what?” You asked.
“Getting close to us. To me,” he said. His eyes dropped to your mouth. You almost couldn’t believe his audacity.
You couldn’t help licking your lips and his eyes flicked up to yours. “If I go…”
“Yes!”
“If I go, you’re buying all of my drinks and you’re keeping your hands to yourself. Got it?” You asked.
“Scout’s honor,” he said.
“You’ve never been a fuckin’ Boy Scout,” you said.
Javi shrugged and smirked. “You never asked,” he said. He walked backwards, looking at you with that satisfied, smug smile on his face. “See you tonight!”
Why not, it was New Year’s after all.
Later that night, you were nervously walking up to the bar. It was a bar friendly enough to Americans. The air was balmy but comfortable and you opted for a short purple dress and short heels. Your purse swung on your shoulder and you mentally prepared yourself to see Javi off the clock.
You knew that other people would be there and you weren’t expecting any funny business, but it was still nerve wracking. You made a career of being ice cold because that was all anyone expected of you. The minute you laughed or - goodness forbid - showed a personality, the guys suddenly remembered that you were a woman.
You walked inside to a raucous mix of Spanish and English. The words hit you even over the loud music, drinks clinking, and general rowdiness of the bar. You found your group easy enough. They took up an entire corner of the bar. Murphy saw you first. The huge white boy stuck out even more than you did but he seemed to make it work, despite not knowing a lick of Spanish.
He waved you over and you approached the table. Some of the other guys looked you over. Look it over, boys. You inwardly smiled. You knew that you had a great figure that you hid under ugly and boring business suits. It was rare that you got to go out in something pretty for once, so you might have spruced things up more than usual.
Javi turned to see you, his eyes roaming over your outfit, and you felt the tips of your ears burn. You sat down, immediately swiping Javi’s beer and taking a sip. He let you, still not having said a word.
“Find this place okay?” Murphy asked.
You nodded. “Surprised to see you out too!” You had to yell over the noise but he heard you.
“Only to show my face. Gonna head home and celebrate with the missus,” he said.
You nodded. You turned your attention to Javi who still hadn’t said anything. “Mad I stole your drink, Javi?”
Like waking from a stupor, Javi shook his head. “Who knew there was a girl under there,” he said.
You shoved him and rolled your eyes but laughed along with the table. “I’m surprised you can recognize one with her clothes on,” you said.
The guys at the table erupted into laughter. Javi’s personal activities were a well-known fact by this point. Javi waved everyone off.
“Since we’re laughing, we might as well laugh about the prank on poor Murphy,” Javi said.
Your eyes rounded as Javi betrayed you to Murphy. Murphy’s jaw dropped as he looked at you. “That was you?”
“That was all Javi’s idea!”
“You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?” Oh, he sounded so innocent and wounded.
You tried to kick him under the table but he moved his leg at the last moment. “I was…” You tried to think of a good excuse for your whereabouts as you hid Murphy’s things while Javi kept him distracted. It was an innocent prank, but it had Murphy in a panic.
Everyone snickered and laughed while Murphy hunted and stalked around the office. It was a team effort and you tried to convey that without words while you looked at Javi.
“Wow, real nice,” Murphy said with a smile.
At least he was a sport about it. You glared at Javi but he only smirked. Ass. But it was the icebreaker you needed. The other guys warmed up to you and began to tell you wild stories about their hunt for the elusive Pablo Escobar. It seemed like no matter what they tried, Pablo already bought his way several steps ahead.
You listened as they told you the sanitized version of some of the skirmishes they got into. How they found people connected to Pablo but each one was too scared to speak. How they were trying to work with the local police but Pablo had more than half of them on the payroll.
It made you sick that someone could just pay their way to the top like that. It wasn’t lost on any of you that one wrong move and it was your ass.
True to his word, Javi kept his hands to himself for the most part. He bought you drink after drink, until you finally had to stop and drink some water before you ended up stumbling home. No thank you. You did not need the hangover in the morning, celebrating the new year or not.
Javi did other things. He shifted in his seat and always managed to brush against your bare leg. He would turn his whole body towards you when you were speaking and then turn completely around when you weren’t. He was driving you nuts and you wanted to smack him.
“What is your deal?” You whispered to him while the other guys were preoccupied with Murphy leaving.
“You!” He said.
“Me?!” You smacked his arm. He rubbed his legs and took a deep swig of his beer.
“Wearing that!” He hissed.
“What are you talking about?” Murphy was making his way around the table, saying goodbye individually. Any minute, he would make it to your side.
“I just want to…rip that damn dress off. You tell me to keep my hands to myself and you come in wearing that,” he said.
You reared back as if he’d slapped you. Javi had dabbled in harmless flirting since you met him. It was just how he interacted with women. Truly, you didn’t hold it against him. But the way he was acting right now…it was a mistake coming here.
Because of the drinks you had, the atmosphere, the celebratory mood…you suddenly couldn’t remember why you were fighting this man so hard.
“It’s just a dress, Javi,” you breathed. Your heartbeat sped up in your chest, thumping in your chest painfully. Your hands shook and you rubbed the tips of your fingers together.
“Like hell…” Javi started. Murphy made his way to the end of the table, shaking Javi’s hand and giving you a hug.
“See you in the office.”
You smiled at Murphy but you had no way of remembering what you said. Your eyes were on Javi. His eyes were on you.
“I’ll be back, bathroom,” you said. You scooped up your purse from the table and disappeared down the short hallway towards the bathrooms. The dim lights were actually a blessing.
You didn’t want to think about how you looked at the moment. You didn’t want to see if you looked as needy as you felt. You didn’t want your dirty thoughts projected all over your face for anyone to pick up on.
You were careful. You were smart. You avoided Peña like the plague and you didn’t need to be here right now.
A knocking on the door tore you from your spirling thoughts. “A second!”
The knocking continued obnoxiously and you finally had to approach the door and open it a crack. “I said–”
Javi pushed into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. “Javi!”
Javi slammed his lips against yours, groaning once you made contact. You melted instantly, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and molding your body against his. He groaned low in his throat and pulled up your dress. His fingers dragged along your thighs and you sighed.
You were chasing relief. Your skin was feverish. The wet heat of the night did not mix well with the cheap beer you consumed. You felt like you were crawling out of your skin with a red hot need. Need for Javier fucking Peña of all people.
“Tell me to stop, princesa,” he groaned against your lips.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” you moaned. His thick fingers were working magic on you, dagging along your skin and igniting a fire in your veins. His fingers found your panties and he yanked them down, nearly snapping the flimsy fabric. You kicked them off to the side, not caring where they ended up.
Your hands worked furiously to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans, and slide that zipper down. Your hands reached in eagerly, palming him, and he groaned. His lips descended on your neck, biting and licking away the gathering sweat.
You shoved his pants down low enough to free that dangerous dick you heard so much about. He was long and thick, easily backing up his claims. You see why he had so much sex. He was practically built for it. Sculpted for it. He was forged by the gods to hand deliver pleasure.
His hands squeezed your hips, slipping down to your ass to grab and pinch and yank closer to his body. He lifted your leg and placed it over his hip. He rubbed the tip of his dick through your slick folds. He moaned and bit your neck.
“Fuck, princesa. Have you been sitting there wet for me?” His voice was so deep and dark and filthy in this dim bathroom.
“Whole time,” you said, licking his lips and pulling him by the hair for another kiss. For a taste of those lips soaked in beer and cigarettes and something uniquely spicy and all Javi.
He groaned and finally shoved in roughly. Your head fell back against the wall as you cried out. He was so big and it had been so long and fuck, he felt so good. Why did you deny yourself this? Why would you do that?
You panted in his ear as he slid out and then shoved back in. He was fucking you. There was nothing sweet about how hard he gripped your thighs, how roughly he fucked into you, or how loudly he groaned against your chest. He licked the top of your breasts, the part exposed from the cleavage of your dress.
Javi sped up as if he couldn’t help himself. As if he needed to keep going, needed to stake his claim. He lifted your leg higher, spreading you wider, as he continued to pound into your pussy.
“Oh fuck, Javi,” you moaned.
“Say it again, princesa. Again,” he moaned.
“Javi, Javi,” you moaned as he pounded into you so fiercely, you were seeing stars as you came. Flooding his dick with your arousal. Filling up the tiny room with shrieks and screams. It was drowned out by the ruckus of the bar. Noise exploded as you assumed it finally turned midnight.
This was a hell of a way to ring in the new year.
“Love feelin’ this pussy, princesa,” Javi moaned. He slipped out and you cried out, needing him back inside. He kissed your cheek and smirked. “I wanna see that ass.”
He flipped you over. He shoved you against the low sink to your right. Your hands gripped the porcelain as he thrust back inside. You bit your lip and moaned lewdly. You didn’t give a fuck who heard.
Javi smacked your ass once, twice, three times as he continued to rut inside of you. You looked up at the dirty mirror and looked at his gorgeous, focused face as he pounded you into oblivion.
“Fuck, fuck, right there, Javi,” you moaned. You brought your hand back to dig into his hair. You gripped his fine brown hair and pulled. Javi groaned and licked the shell of your ear, nibbling on it while his hips slapped into yours.
“Javi, I’m–”
“Shh, shh, let me feel it,” he whispered in your ear. You finally exploded once more, cumming with a sharp vengeance that robbed you of all breath. Javi thrusted two more times before joining you, moaning as he unloaded inside of you.
His cum stuffed you and he thrusted at least once more time with a groan. He dropped against you, kissing the back of your neck and shoulder. Your legs were noodles. Your thighs shook as you calmed down from such a rough fucking.
Screwing Javi was absolutely everything you imagined and it sucked. It was like tasting paradise knowing you’ll never return. It was cruel and you hung your head thinking about what everyone was going to say.
Something like this? Office fodder. And once they got a hold of it, they were not going to let you live it down. They would give him hi-fives and they would judge the hell out of you. Although with his dick still inside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care too much.
Javi softened and slipped out of you. You cleaned yourselves up in silence. It was like that wild, crazy and burning need was finally sated. You could think straight for once, see more clearly and breathe easier.
Javi zipped himself back up and you retrieved your panties, stuffing them into your purse. Javi sidled up to you, pulling your hips until you were too close.
“You don’t have to do this, Javi,” you said.
Javi nuzzled your neck and placed a soft kiss there. “Maybe I want to do it,” he said.
“You know this was the first and only time, right?” There was enough light to see him smirk.
“We just gettin’ started, princesa,” he said with a wink.
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pretty please can you write something like reader giving javier peña the silent treatment and he's so in love with her that he goes crazy trying to get her to forgive him 🥺 thank youuuu
a/n; omg this is so cute <33
you were truly mad, truly. it was one of those days when javi had took it too far, had taken too many risks and had appeared home full of new cuts and with a broken lip. the fight against pablo escobar wasn’t easy, just as easy as trying to hunt him down, which was almost mission impossible due to his incredible power, but for javi? it was just a mere dare, a thrill to be the first to end the number one most searched narco and criminal of the country.
he hissed as you pressed harder against the cut on his bottom lip, the alcohol you’d poured on it disinfecting the wound and cleaning the dried blood off. you were so mad that you hadn’t even muttered a word. it wasn’t the first time this had happened, in which he had ended up hurt on his job, and you knew it was normal, it was dangerous what he was doing out there, but this…
you had no words. was he trying to kill himself or what?
“baby…” he muttered, and your scowl only worsened, throwing to the bin the damped cotton just to take a new one to continue with the curing of his wounds. he looked like a mess, with a bruised cheek, bleeding lip and cuts all over his arms. you were sure he had more bruises underneath his shirt. you wanted to kill him yourself before he would find his own way. “mi amor please…”
the silent treatment. there was nothing more deadly for him than that. having you completely silent was dreadful. not being able to hear your voice, after missing you all day, having you mad at him and not even looking him in the eyes… it was killing him. ‘cause he loved you so much his heart felt like it was about to break in half if you didn’t mutter a word.
“please talk to me cielo, talk to me…” he begged, and you stood up, leaving him seating on the bed to put back the first aid kit to where it belonged. he was quick on his feet, following you, capturing you in between his arms from behind, his chest tightly pressed against your back as his nose tickled your neck, taking in your perfume, the sweetness of your skin. you were like heaven on earth. the way you talked, the way you laughed, even when you hated him… you were so perfect and beautiful it hurt. “i’m sorry.” his lips tickled the skin of your neck, leaving a sweet kiss there that almost made you melt. almost. but not quite yet. you were boiling.
yes, javi loved you, a lot, but you loved him just the same amount, and seeing someone you held so close to your heart hurt and bleeding was something you couldn’t take. it broke you every single time. it punched the breath out of your lungs.
“i’m so so so so sorry baby.” he repeated, leaving kisses along your neck and upwards with every word, until he had reached your cheek and one of his hands took your chin to make you look at him. he crumbled at the way you looked so hurt, so worried about him. “please forgive me my love.” he pleaded, leaving a kiss on your lips that this time seemed to do the trick, since your whole body seemed to lean on him, muscles leaving all tension.
“i hate you.” you said, but didn’t move away, your hands grabbing at his own, leaning closer into his warmth and touch.
“i love you.” he whispered, kissing you once again, softly, and you closed your eyes as he pulled you closer, this time your chest being pressed against his. you sighed, and let him hold you, kissing him slowly.
when he leaned back, your hazed expression quickly changed back to an annoyed one.
“i’m still mad at you.” he whined, begging once again for you to forgive him.
but you simply ignored him, even when he got onto his knees and kissed your hands, puppy eyes and sweet voice.
this time it wasn’t gonna work. you weren’t gonna forgive him.
but of course, you couldn’t scape his arms holding you at night, neither his sweet words and kisses the next morning. and like he always did, he made his way under your skin…
it always ended the same way. and still… you loved him so much it hurt.
<3
a/n; hope you like it and came out as you expected it<3 i love a silly puppy eyed javi 😭
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With or without you || Javier P. x reader x Frankie
Summary: You ask your partner, Javi, to join in on a bad idea. (3k words)
CW: MFM dynamics, bi!frankie, probably a bit ooc sometimes but it’s a fanfiction idc, petnames (hermosa, bonita, baby, good boy, etc.), alcohol, cigarettes, no homo!javi, shameless flirting, dom!javi, switch!reader, sub!frankie, lots of talk of consent, praise kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), deepthroating, fingering, masturbation, Javier talks you through it, squirting, unsafe p in v, creampie, using cum as lube, cum eating.
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“Javi?”
The man looked up at you from his desk, big brown eyes showing a false sense of innocence, lips curled around an eternal cigarette. “Hm?”
“What do you think about the new military guy… Francisco?”
You had this look on your face; the one when you had a really bad idea. Javier sighed and let his cigarette sit in his ashtray before folding his muscular arms on his chest.
“I know this look, hermosa. Tell me what’s on your mind and stop fucking around. We have work to do.”
He leaned back on his chair with a disinterested look. You sat in front of him and played with his cigarette, rolling it around the ashtray, distracted.
“I want him to fuck me. With or without you.”
Javier rolled his eyes, annoyed. “Can we not talk about this at work?”
“Fine. Usual place, at 8?”
**
Spanish music played on shitty speakers. Doors and windows were wide open, letting in the crushing heat. Javier was fidgeting with his whiskey glass, while you were sitting in front of him.
“Talk.” He simply said.
“Said what I had to say, Javi.”
You had known and worked with this man for a long time. You also both found pleasure in each other’s bodies frequently. The only understanding was to say when you were seeing a new partner. But this time… you wanted both of them, together.
“I don’t want you to fuck a work colleague.”
“Damn, you suddenly have morals?” You snorted and sipped on your cocktail. “And technically, you are a work colleague.”
Javier rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. He seemed partly annoyed, partly jealous.
“Then I’ll be there.”
“You’ll watch or you’ll participate?”
“Participate. But if he does a bad job, I’ll kick him out.” A beat, then. “Are you sure he wants this?”
You were ecstatic.
“Let me do my thing.” You said as you clapped.
“Fine. M’not touching him though.”
“I would never dream of attacking your straightness, Mr. Macho man.” Or did you.
He looked behind you, distracted. “Time to work your magic, I guess, hermosa.”
You looked behind you and smiled warmly when you saw Francisco awkwardly standing near the door and you got up to greet him. He had similar features to Javi; a prominent nose and pretty eyes. But their hair were different; while Javi rocked a mustache and a clean cut, Frankie had a patchy beard and wild curls that came out the back of his cap.
“Francisco! I’m so glad you could make it!” You held him by the arm to bring him closer to the bar, feeling his muscles under your palm. You could almost feel Javier’s burning stare on your back.
“Please, just… Frankie.” He corrected. Like Javier, the man had an American heritage.
“So, Frankie, how do you find work?”
You made small talk with him after he ordered a drink or himself, until Javi got up to meet you at the bar, your forgotten cocktail in hand.
“Shouldn’t leave your drink alone, hermosa.”
“Shit, thank you, Javi.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek, not failing to notice how Frankie looked away. “Frankie, you know Javi, right? Works in the DEA with me.”
“Yeah, uh… nice to see you, man.” They exchanged a firm handshake, while Javier tried to have a staring contest with the man and the other one blushed lightly. Was it the alcohol or pure shyness?
“Didn’t wanna bother you and your man, sorry.” Frankie finally said, taking his hand back for himself.
“Oh, it’s not like that.” You brushed it away and sipped on your cocktail. “We just have fun sometimes; this work is too intense to have someone waiting for you back home.” Javier looked at you like you did everything wrong, but you were feeling bold. Your finger traced Frankie’s hand, the one that was holding his drink firmly. The tip of your finger stopped on the target tattooed on his hand, the ink once black had become a blueish tint over time. “Do you have someone waiting for you back home?”
“I don’t.”
“So… what do you say if we finish those drinks and go back to my place… together?”
Javier sure didn’t seem thrilled about the idea. Frankie rubbed the back of his neck in an uncomfortable manner. You were both attractive to him, it just was… a lot. Let’s say he didn’t expect to finish his workday with a threesome.
“Fuck, yeah… why not.” He finally said.
You lifted your drink to suggest a toast.
**
“So here’s how it’s gonna work, Morales. I’ll show you how to take care of her and you do as I say. You do one thing out of our understanding, and I kick your ass, understood?” Frankie, sat on the edge of your bed, nodded.
You rolled your eyes at Javi. “Don’t listen to him, he’s all bark, no bite.” Your hands laid on Frankie’s shoulders. “Just have fun, be yourself and I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, okay?” A little of the tension in his shoulders left. You smiled warmly and leaned down to press your lips against his. His lips were soft, and he kissed you delicately, too scared to fuck up under Javier’s gaze. His calloused hand took place on your cheek. His hands were rougher than Javi’s, while the rest of him was all soft.
“Is this okay?” You asked as you took off his cap, revealing wild, brown curls. Your fingers went directly through his hair.
“Yes.”
You smiled and turned to Javi. “Javier, stop standing in the corner like a creep, and come here.” He chuckled lightly and approached your bodies, his chest pressing against your back. His big hands rested on your hips, and he brought you closer, leaving long kisses in your neck. Your eyes rolled in the back of your skull, and you leaned back on him as he held you firmly. Frankie got up from the bed to kiss you once more, this time with more confidence. His hand went higher than Javi’s, resting on the small of your waist.
“Is he kissing you well, hermosa?” Javier’s hot breath tickled your skin.
“Yes.” You breathed and turned your head to look at Javi. “He’s really soft.” Your lover’s lips met yours in a kiss full of his hunger. He didn’t think he’d be turned on by the situation, but you could feel it as he pressed his hips against the curve of your ass. Meanwhile, hesitating hands undid your work shirt, popping buttons open until your chest was exposed to the hot air of your bedroom.
From behind you, Javier helped Frankie take your shirt all the way off, the light fabric flying down to the ground. The two men worked together to get rid of the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely naked between them.
“Isn’t she so pretty, Morales?” Javier asked as he grabbed a handful of your breasts, making you squeak.
Frankie was hypnotized by your body and Javier’s big hands touching you. “Yes, she is.”
Eager to discover what was hidden under Frankie’s clothes, you helped him take them off, until he was left in his boxers. Behind you, Javier was getting rid of his own clothes without any shame. You pushed Frankie on the bed, and he laid down on your pillows, looking at the both of you with interest glistening in his big brown eyes.
You turned to Javi to give him some attention. Your hands trailed down his toned chest, passed the hair at the base at his cock, and you took his stiff member in your hand, pumping it a few times. His head fell back, and his mouth opened slightly.
On your bed, Frankie was palming himself through his dark boxers.
You gave a few kisses to Javi, a bit of softness. “Still okay?” You asked against his lips.
He nodded. “Doing this for you, hermosa.”
You nodded and gave him a warm smile. You then turned around to look at Frankie, bucking his hips against his hand, desperate for friction.
“Oh, pretty boy.” You cooed. “I’ll help you.” You kneeled on the bed between his opened thighs. You slowly slid down his boxers, his red and angry cock springing out. “So beautiful.” You praised, and you saw Frankie’s cheeks flushing at the compliment. You leaned down and licked his cock from the base to the tip. The man whimpered under you. While you were pleasing him, Javier pulled on your hips to raise your ass in the air and spread your thighs. His fingers slipped in the wetness of your slit, gathering lubrification to easily insert a finger in your hole. You moaned against Frankie’s cock at the intrusion, before taking the head of his cock between your lips. You sucked on it softly, coaxing moans from Frankie.
“I’ll be the first to make you cum tonight, hermosa.” Javi said, slowly pumping his finger in and out. “Then, I’ll show him how to do it.”
You could only moan in response, and Javier inserted another finger. He thrusted them in and out and you followed the same rhythm with your lips, taking as much of Frankie’s cock that you could. You felt Javier’s fingers curl and pleasure twisted your stomach. Your walls tightened around his fingers as he pulled a first orgasm out of you.
Javi’s hand grabbed on your hair to pull you away from the other man’s cock, and he pushed you against the bed, so you’d lay down.
“Do you wanna please her, Morales?” He asked Frankie as he looked at him.
“Please.” He breathed. Javier nodded and spread your legs with his hands, before taking Frankie’s spot. Your other colleague took place between your thighs and leaned down to kiss you sweetly. You grabbed on to his cheeks as you deepened the kiss, keeping him close.
“She likes to get eaten out. So you better fucking get to it.” Javier grunted, his back laying against the cushions, and lazily palming himself.
“O-Okay.” Frankie
The sweet man left kisses down every part of your body, until he got to your mound. He tentatively licked a stripe across your slit, and you hummed appreciatively, closing your eyes to appreciate the feeling. He flattened his tongue and concentrated his attention on your clit, pressing hard against it. Your hands went to his hair, tugging gently.
“Doing so good.” You praised.
Javier looked attentively at the two of you, waiting for the moment Frankie would screw up. But he seemed at ease between your thighs, licking and drinking until you were moaning softly.
“Touch her too, it’ll make her squirt.” Javier directed, turning his body to yours to caress your hair. You turned your face to him, kissing him hungrily and letting your moans die against his lips as Frankie did just that; easily inserting two fingers as he sucked on your clit.
Javier looked down at Frankie. “Curl your fingers. Like that. That’s it.” He murmured in a deep voice that made Frankie dizzy with want.
Frankie hit that spongey spot between your walls again and again, as his tongue circled your clit rhythmically. You cursed in a moan as a warning, and you gushed around his fingers, wetting the bottom of his pretty face.
Frankie slowly straightened up with a small smile. You caressed his cheek. “Good boy, you did so good.” You looked at Javi with a devilish grin. “Baby, want you to taste me on his tongue.” Javi didn’t seem pleased with the idea at all. “Please.” You added.
“I want it too.” Frankie finally said, flustered.
“Fine. But we’re never talking about this.” He sighed. Frankie leaned down and their lips joined. Javier seemed annoyed at first, but he let Frankie taste his lips. Javier could discern your sweet and familiar essence through the man’s saliva. You admired the two beautiful men kissing, feeling even more arousal building in your stomach. Frankie moaned against the DEA agent’s mouth before Javier let him go. The latter one wiped his mouth.
“Thank you.” You put your hand on the back of Javier’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He let your lips wash away the other man’s taste in his mouth. Javier then sat beside you, and you laid your head on his lap. He caressed your hair affectionately.
You pulled on Frankie’s arms to bring him closer, and once his body was over yours; you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Fuck me, pretty boy.” You said softly, as if you were scared of making him run away.
Frankie leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, always so soft. He didn’t seem used to casual sex, you noted. He took his time, and he was loving in every way. Seconds later, Javier’s hand grabbed the man’s curly hair to pull him away from your lips. Frankie moaned under his touch, cheeks red from embarrassment. “Are you gonna fuck her or not, Morales?” Javier asked, growing impatient as he stayed untouched himself, dick still stiff and angry between his legs.
“Perdón.” Frankie whispered, before circling his length with his masculine hand. He slowly invaded your walls, and you relaxed under Javier’s caresses on your hair and your breasts. You regular partner was playing with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He seemed to want to concentrate his dark gaze on your anatomy instead on the other man fucking you.
Frankie bottomed, hips flush with yours. You sighed happily. His dick was similar to Javi’s in appearance, but while Javi’s was longer, his was on the girthier side. Either way, it felt amazing. The military man also seemed more conscious about the hair growing on his body, the hair at base of his shaft neatly trimmed.
“Will you suck Javier while I fuck you, bonita?” It was the longest sentence that Frankie had said that night. And in that moment, you had wished he had spoken like this the whole time. The man started moving his hips slowly, trying to figure out how you liked it.
“Hmmm, yes.” Javier’s hand grabbed on your hair to pull your face flush to his dick. “You wish you could have that dick in your mouth, don’t you, Frankie?” You smirked as you looked to the side to see the man’s expression. The way his hips stuttered confirmed what you thought.
Javier pushed on your head to encourage you, and you took about half of his stiffness in your mouth. You didn’t have to do much work at this point, Javier’s hand was guiding you, while each thrust from the other man pushed the other man’s cock farther into your mouth. When you felt him hit the back of your throat, you breathed heavily through your nose and felt the tears prickling your eyes.
“You feel so fucking good.” Frankie groaned, picking up the pace. You moaned around Javi’s cock, spit sliding down your chin as you did so. Javi pulled on your hair to push you away, and he wiped your chin with his fingers.
“Stop, I don’t wanna cum yet, hermosa.” You nodded weakly and became easily overstimulated when Javi’s hand met your cunt, thumb circling your clit, as Frankie pounded into you without mercy. You moaned loudly.
“Alright baby, alright baby, give us another one.” Francisco said softly. They both coaxed another orgasm out of you, your walls chocking the man’s dick. “Fuck.” He groaned. “So fucking close.”
Javi’s hand slid up from your wetness, laying on your stomach to let you calm down.
“Be a good boy and fuck your cum into me.” You said, out of breath, as you pulled on the man’s curls to bring him closer. In a deep groan, Frankie’s seed erupted between your walls. You savored each drop that you felt, until he came to a stop and laid down on top of you. You kissed his temple softly, before pushing him away, knowing Javier was impatient to get his turn. Francisco rolled over and looked at you, half-lidded, as the DEA agent took his spot between your thighs.
“Still okay?” Javier asked, and you nodded with a smile.
“Fuck me, Javi.”
He pumped his angry cock a few times, before sliding easily between your walls, eased by your own juices and Frankie’s cum spilling out of you. He tried not to think about the other man’s substance and concentrated on chasing his end, already picking up a harsh pace. Frankie’s calloused hand caressed your cheek while you moaned freely under your lover’s thrusts. The DEA agent leaned down and supported his upper body on his forearms, fucking you deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Without a warning, you came again, starting to see stars behind your closed eyes.
“M’close, hermosa.” Javi alerted.
“C’mon, fill me up, Javi.” You straightened up a bit to chase his lips, all teeth, tongue, and no softness left. He obliged seconds later, also meeting his own end.
He cursed and slowly backed away from your body, heading to the bathroom to find something to clean you up. He was barely gone, and Frankie was already on his knees beside the bed, bringing your thighs closer to his face, so he could lick you clean. The tip of his tongue traced your hole, drinking every drop of cum he could find.
You were so overstimulated, it was almost painful, but you couldn’t rob him from tasting Javi’s cum on you. When Javier saw the two of you in this position, his towel fell to the floor, mouth hanging open.
“No need cleaning up now, I guess.” He said, slightly amused at the way Frankie was licking you up eagerly.
“Sorry.” Frankie shamefully said.
“It’s okay, baby.” You reassured him.
Minutes later, you were falling asleep on the messy bed, and Frankie was awkwardly picking up his clothes to leave. He dressed up completely under Javier’s severe gaze, the latter smoking a cigarette on the edge of the bed.
“See you Monday, Morales.”
“See you Monday, Javier.”
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