#wheresarizonas follower celebration
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Deeply Devoted
summary: It’s your first time on an ice planet, and Din didn’t warn you about the dangers of snow. Luckily, he knows just how to warm you up.
rating: E (18+!! Soft!Din Djarin, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, first kiss, love confessions, Din taking care of you, protective!Din Djarin, Din being a consent king, feelings, softness, blindfolds.)
pairing: Din Djarin/f!reader
word count: 2400+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for @secondalto, who requested Din Djarin and the prompt, “Stay here, and I'll run you a bath.” This one kind of took on a life of its own. Reader in this one was born and raised on a desert planet and has very little knowledge about snow/ice planets. I know I said I'd post Tuesday, but I was feeling it. Shoutout to @juletheghoul, who helped with ideas and is amazing. Thank you to @invisibleismyname for the beta!
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You’d never seen snow.
It’d been fascinating, coming out of the Razor Crest to see the white wisps falling from the sky, the ground and everything surrounding it bright white. You’d also never been somewhere so cold, either, pulling your jacket closer to your chest, hugging yourself as Din led you through the snow-covered streets of the small town, people moving out of the Mandalorian’s way.
It always made you smile how he intimidated people without doing anything, when you knew he was actually very soft and sweet under all that shiny beskar.
You’d been traveling together for some months now, after he’d stopped on the desert planet you lived and grew up on for a hunt. You had been looking for a way off of the world without anyone knowing, your family having ties to some unsavory people that you wanted no part of, and since you happened to be a grown woman, taught at an early age ways around ship security without detection, you just broke into the Razor Crest while Din was gone, and stowed away.
Yes, sneaking up on a heavily armed Mandalorian was not a good idea.
But you’d been desperate.
Luckily, he hadn’t found you for hours, the ship on course through hyperspace. He’d pulled a blaster on you, which was expected, helmet tilted in confusion, demanding to know how you’d gotten on board, and you made sure he knew you weren’t a threat, and offered a substantial bag of credits for travel.
“I’m not a taxi. You’re off when we land.”
Except, you’d made yourself useful around the ship; helping him make the security better, cleaning, talking to him, and at some point, he’d decided he didn’t mind having you around and said you could stay on as a crew member.
You got to know each other, and feelings developed, one thing led to another, and eventually, the tension snapped. You found yourself bent over a crate, pants down your legs, cool beskar digging into the backs of your thighs with each push of his hips as he made you see stars. He’d told you his name while he was deep inside you, wanting to hear you say it when he made you come, and you’d said it, repeatedly.
That first time had been a couple of months ago, and you’d both jumped head first into the relationship. Din was sweet and devoted to you, and constantly showed you how much he cared; you were so unbelievably happy, giving him the same energy back. You hadn’t seen him without his helmet and understood his creed, he slept with it on, removing the rest of his armor so he could hold you close on the tiny cot at night, and you didn’t mind it one bit.
Now, Din was leading you through the cold streets to an inn, getting you a room. He was going on a hunt that would take an hour or two, and he wanted you to be cozy while you waited for him to return, and for the both of you to have an actual bed to sleep in—the fact he’d thought of such things made you feel all soft and gooey.
“Is it okay?” He’d asked when you’d entered your accommodations.
It wasn’t anything too spectacular, but contained the necessities you’d need—a bed and ‘fresher. You were surprised to see a bathtub, so used to only having access to showers.
You stood in front of him, leaning up to kiss his helmet.
“It’s perfect,” you smiled.
“Good.” He nodded.
“I am so excited about the bed.”
“We’ll sleep well.”
“Oh, I was thinking more space to do activities that didn’t require clothes. Don’t get me wrong, we make the cot work, but imagine all we could do on there.” You pointed with your thumb at the bed behind you.
You heard him clear his throat, the sound staticky from his modulator.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
You grinned.
“Now, you go catch your bounty, and I’ll be waiting for you to come back.”
He pulled you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin.
“I wish I didn’t have to go,” he said softly.
“I know,” you replied. “You’ll be thinking about the bed the entire time.”
“I’ll be thinking about you.”
You felt your chest get tight.
“I’ll be thinking about you, too.”
He moved to press his forehead against yours, hugging you against him. He said goodbye, and when he went to leave, he stood at the door, watching you for a moment like he was trying to imprint in his mind exactly how you looked before he left, and you’d smiled at him, wishing him luck before he left, the door swishing shut behind him.
You spent your time lying on the ridiculously comfortable bed, browsing the holonet on a datapad.
Your eyes kept moving to look out of the window, seeing the flurries falling from the sky, and you thought it might be fun to go look at the town and get a closer look at the snow.
You’d put on your jacket and headed for the outdoors.
You walked around, cold in what you were wearing but not unbearable, browsing shops until you came upon a little park, teenagers of various species bundled up tight, throwing wads of snow at each other. Something hit your arm, and you looked down to see the ice melting as it fell off you.
“Sorry!” One of them said.
You smiled.
“It’s okay. What are you playing?” You asked.
He gave you a funny look.
“It’s a snowball fight. You throw the balls of snow at each other. Wanna play?”
You weren’t too sure.
“What’s the objective?” You asked.
“To try and hit people. It’s fun! Join us. Just scoop up the snow like this and use your hands to make it into a ball.”
It seemed easy enough.
You bent over, getting some into your bare hands and doing what was instructed.
“And throw it!” He said.
You aimed it at him and threw it, him laughing when he dodged.
You played with the teens, your hands going numb and teeth chattering. Your jacket had started soaking through, and even with all of the running, you were beginning to feel the cold seeping into your skin, you’d need to head back inside soon.
All the kids froze, staring past you with wide eyes, and you turned to see what was wrong.
Din was walking purposely towards you, long strides, to get to you as quickly as possible.
“What are you doing?” He asked, worry in his tone.
You frowned.
“Having fun?” Your words stuttered from your jaw moving involuntarily as you showed him the snowball in your hand.
He was in your space, plucking it from you and tossing it, grabbing your hands to inspect them.
“You’re freezing,” he said.
He rubbed his gloved hands over yours as you shivered.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re going to get frostbite. Let’s go,” he said, brokering no room for argument.
He didn’t give you a chance to respond, just pulled you along by the wrist in a hurry.
“I’m okay,” you said.
He grunted in response, making you frown.
“What’s frostbite?”
“Something that happens when your skin is exposed to extreme cold.”
Your eyes went wide.
“Is it bad?” You asked.
“Yes.”
You looked at your free hand, seeing the wrinkled skin, it tingling uncomfortably, like pins and needles. Coming outside had not been your best decision, you were realizing. Nights in the desert got pretty cold, but you could get by in just a jacket—all of the planets you’d traveled to, just that outerwear had been fine. You should have gathered you weren’t dressed appropriately by how many layers the others had been wearing and their gloves.
When you made it back to the room, Din was immediately removing your jacket from your body.
“Strip,” he said.
“What?” Your teeth chattered.
“Get naked.”
“Why?”
He sighed.
“Stay here, and I'll run you a bath,” he said in a gentle tone. “Take off your clothes.”
“A bath?”
“We need to warm you up so you don’t get sick.”
You could hear how worried he was.
“Okay,” you nodded.
Din couldn’t help himself, pulling you into his arms, and squeezing you tightly, the beskar cold against you, making you hiss.
He pulled back immediately, “Sorry,” he said, hands holding onto your arms as his t-visor tilted to look you in the eye.
You smiled reassuringly.
“It’s okay,” you said.
He sighed.
“I’ll let you know when the bath is ready.”
You nodded, and saw him hesitate.
“You can kiss me,” you said, referring to the way he pressed his helmeted forehead to yours—his way of ‘kissing’ you.
He did just that, leaning in, his helmet touching you for a few seconds, before pulling back.
“Give me a few minutes,” his voice was soft.
“Sounds good.”
He left you, heading into the ‘fresher and you heard the sound of water as you quickly removed your clothes and boots, hugging your arms against your naked chest as you shivered uncontrollably.
Din called your name, and you went, him ushering you to the bath and helping you into the hot water.
He was crouched at the side of the tub, his gloved hand stroking your cheek.
“I’ll be right back,” he said softly.
“Okay.”
You were incredibly comfortable under the water, your body warming up and making the feeling come back to your appendages. Din left the room, and you heard rustling, and minutes later, he was walking back towards you in nothing but his helmet.
Your mouth fell open as you took him in, admiring his broad shoulders and chest, his belly that had slightly softened with age, the visible silvered scars scattered on his flesh, and that tantalizing trail of hair that went down and down, your eyes following until they were between his legs, making you gulp. You’d seen him in different states of dress but never entirely naked, and you were drinking him in, mapping out every piece of golden flesh until he was beside the tub.
“Scoot forward,” he said, and you followed his order, Din stepping into the water and sinking down behind you, water sloshing as his legs stretched on either side of yours, his arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you flush against his front.
You leaned your head back against his chest and closed your eyes, smiling as he held you. You were content, happy, the chattering had stopped, and your body relaxed, melting into him.
It was minutes of silence while your body warmed, Din holding you, until he finally spoke.
“You weren’t here,” he said softly, squeezing you a little tighter.
“What?” You breathed.
“When I left, you said you’d be waiting when I returned. I…,” You felt his chest move as he took in a deep breath. “I thought you left.”
You frowned deeply, eyes flying open.
“Left? Like off-planet? Like left you?”
“Yes.” You could hear the sadness, and your heart clenched.
“Din, I’d never. I lo—care about you deeply. I’d never leave you; the thought has never once crossed my mind.”
“Are you… happy?” He asked.
“More than I’ve ever been in my entire life,” you answered truthfully.
“I feel the same,” he said.
“I’m sorry I scared you.”
“I’m glad I found you when I did.”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“Don’t be.” He sighed. “I should have warned you and told you to stay in the room.”
“I just wanted to see more of the snow.”
“My sweet desert girl, almost catching her death from seeing snow for the first time.”
You snorted.
“It’s just so pretty.”
“We’ll get you the right clothes,” he said assuredly.
“I’d like that,” you smiled.
“Can you close your eyes?”
Your eyebrows creased.
“Yes?”
“Okay, close them,” he said.
You did what he said, Din moving behind you, feeling him lean over the side of the tub, and the sound of something set down.
“Keep them closed,” his voice was no longer modulated, and you sucked in a breath. “I’m going to touch you and cover your eyes. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” you whispered.
Fabric was placed over your eyes, a thin washcloth material from the feel of it.
“Lean forward.”
You moved, feeling him tie it securely to the back of your head.
“Does it feel loose at all?” He asked.
“No,” you shook your head.
“Turn around.”
You moved quickly, the water disturbed as you turned around, straddling his thighs, your hands carefully feeling his chest and moving up to wrap your arms around his neck.
“Hi,” he said softly, and you felt his breath close to your lips.
“Hi,” you replied.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, having an idea of what was about to happen.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I hoped you would.”
He chuckled, and the sound was warmer without the helmet and made a tingle move down your spine.
His big hands moved up your back, wrapping an arm around you, while a hand rested on the back of your head.
Lips brushed against yours, softly, tentatively, and you pressed harder into him. A surprised sound came out of your throat when you felt a mustache tickle your lip. You could tell he’d never done this before, and you led him, showed him, and you moaned when he’d licked across your bottom lip, happily letting him deepen the kiss. You could feel him growing hard beneath you, the kisses getting more urgent, Din figuring out quickly what to do. Your body was thrumming, core aching, wanting him desperately.
You broke the kiss panting.
“I need,” you gasped. “I need.”
“Anything,” he rasped.
“I need you.”
He groaned, hands grabbing your ass, lifting you while you moved a hand down to wrap around his length, hot and hard in your palm as you positioned him at your entrance, and started sinking down on him slowly, both of you moaning as he filled you, stretching you open.
You’d never tire of the way he felt inside you—how full you felt, the way it knocked the breath from your lungs when you bottomed out.
You both were feeling something, the emotions taking over, all of the trust and care, the way deep down you knew there would never be anyone else, that he was it for you, and you were it for him, everything came bubbling to the surface, and things got frantic.
You started working yourself on him, his hands helping you move as your mouths crashed together, tongues sliding against one another like you were trying to consume as much of the other as possible. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, surprised at the softness of the thick strands, bodies working together, feeling that familiar pull in your belly winding tighter, everything spurring you higher and higher, the rough sounds of his grunts coming out of his throat.
The coarse hair at the base of his cock was rubbing deliciously against your clit, the added stimulation rocketing you towards your high, and when it happened, when the tension in your body snapped and fell over the edge, it was with his name tumbling from your lips as he swallowed the sound, groaning as you clenched around him. He fell with you, holding you down against him, a rumbling sound vibrating against your chest as you felt him spill deep inside you, your kisses becoming languid until it was just panted breaths against each other's lips, coming down from your highs.
“I love you,” he whispered.
A smile spread across your lips.
“I love you, too, and I’ll never leave you. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
“Then marry me.”
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congratulations on 500!! 🫶🏻
could i ask for a ✍🏻 dave york fic rec and a ❓
much love!!
Hi Jana! Thank you so much 🥰
I have two Dave York fics for you, both from @wheresarizona!
Temptation - Dave is a sweet dad and a shameless flirt
Yours - Sex against a window. Need I say more?
500 Followers Celebration
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I am in shock.
Buckle up everyone.
I'm about to get ✨emotional✨ on this Wednesday.
I hit 800 followers and I’m not even sure what to do with myself.
I started this blog in March and thought it would just be something small, fast forward to now and I am floored.
So super thankful that I’ve been lucky enough to have nothing but positive experiences and have had the chance to make so many friends through this, all because of our combined thirst for this beautiful middle-aged man.
Quick little thank you to those of you who let me drop things into your dms, who always interact with me, who encouraged me to start this in the first place. @foli-vora @frannyzooey @ezrasbirdie @wheresarizona @quica-quica-quica @absurdthirst @beskarboobs @just-here-for-the-moment @dihra-vesa @anaaaispunk @gaiuswrites and so many more!!
I’m not even sure what to do as a celebration, but send me whatever you want and I’ll respond as soon as I can - whether it be a headcannon, a 5 sentence ficlet, a thot - whatever. I love them all!
(I currently have 1 request in my inbox that I’m not ignoring- just working on coming up with something for it)
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Gif by the incredible @pedropascalsx
Needy
summary: You’re running late for work, but skipping breakfast is worth Javier fucking you against the bathroom counter.
warning: E (18+!! No y/n, Soft Javier Peña (but he fucks hard), unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), mirror sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise kink, hair pulling (no descriptions of hair), spit mention, an ass slap, Javier feeling really bad about making you sore, bath, Javier taking care of you)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader
word count: 3.3k+
a/n: Can be read as a standalone, or a part of the Learning to Live ‘verse. @iamskyereads sent me something that made me go, “Oh yes, I gotta write that!” and it fit with a prompt from @chasing-the-dark for my follower celebration that was, “Stay here, and I’ll run you a bath.” Combine those with @theorganasolo wishing for some mirror sex, and here we are. This one’s for you three, and I hope you enjoy! Shoutout to @juletheghoul for checking the vibe.
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist
The alarm clock hadn’t gone off.
You’d set it before bed, but there was a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, and the power must have gone out because when you woke up, the red numbers were blinking a time that it definitely wasn’t simply based on the light spilling through the curtains.
When you’d checked your watch on the bedside table, it confirmed you’d overslept, and now you were in a hurry to get ready, standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth.
Movement could be heard from the bedroom of Javi getting out of bed, the springs in the mattress creaking as he got up.
“Cielito?” His voice was thick from sleep, deep and raspy, his footsteps getting closer.
You leaned over the sink spitting out the toothpaste and turning on the water to wash it down the drain, cleaning your toothbrush before putting it in the holder.
“Morning, babe,” you answered, Javi appearing in the doorway, seeing his face puffy from sleep, eyes big and round in the mirror. He was completely naked, unabashed by his nudeness, his hair an absolute mess atop his head.
“You weren’t in bed,” he pouted.
You turned your head to look at him, taking in his broad shoulders filling the doorframe. He had a dark hickey at the base of his throat, another fading over his pulse point, freckles dotting his tanned skin, his softened belly looking kissable, the tantalizing trail of dark hair leading down to his very hard dick jutting out from his hips.
“I’m sorry, baby,” you said. “The alarm didn’t go off, and I’m running late for work.”
He was still frowning as he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, feeling his warm skin flush against your back, the hard line of his cock pressing into your lower back while he rested his chin on your shoulder to meet your eyes in the mirror.
“I had a dream,” he sighed, kissing your neck.
“You had a dream?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he spoke into your skin. “We were in a field or park, somewhere with grass and the sun shining down on us—you wearing one of your pretty fucking dresses, and riding me, tits in my face, and I woke up, wanting….” He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a frustrated groan.
You were suddenly feeling hot and a little upset that you had to get ready instead of getting dicked down. You lifted your hand behind you to rub at his hair, stroking your fingers along his scalp.
“Oh, my poor, sweet Javi baby waking up horny,” you cooed. “I’m sorry there wasn’t time for morning sex, but you could probably jerk off before you go to work.”
He lifted his head, meeting your gaze and giving you puppy dog eyes which was honestly playing dirty.
“What if I was quick?” He ground his hips into you, letting you feel how hard he was. “I can be,” he sounded hopeful. “I can be quick and get you there, baby. You know I can.” His throat worked as he swallowed. “Can I fuck you? Please, baby?”
You bit your lip at the thought, checking the time on the watch you were wearing.
If you skipped breakfast and making coffee, there was definitely time for a quickie, and the way he was practically begging and so needy had you throbbing between your legs.
“I can grab something to eat at work,” you said, looking at him again. “Fuck me, Javi. Make me feel good, but do it quick—I’ll get so much shit if I’m late to work because of sex.”
He smiled, his eyes glazing over with want, his chocolate brown pupils going black. His hand came up to turn your head, him leaning in to kiss you at the awkward angle, all misaligned, with a nip to your lower lip when he pulled away.
“You’re too fucking perfect,” he rasped, looking into your eyes adoringly before he was moving behind you.
He stepped back, pulling your hips with him.
“Hang onto the counter, Cielito,” he said.
You bent forward, gripping the edge, Javi spreading your legs, his hand moving to your center between your thighs, sliding his fingers through your wetness.
He hummed appreciatively in the back of his throat, “So fucking wet for me.”
“Always,” you moaned. Your head fell between your shoulders when he rubbed circles against your clit, making sparks jolt into your core.
“Can you take my dick like this, baby?” He asked. “Or do you want me to loosen you up?”
“No time,” you gasped. “Just fuck me,” wiggling your ass.
He chuckled, his hand leaving you. You lifted your head, watching in the mirror as Javi spit onto his fingers, using them to get his cock wet. The thick head of him, wet and warm, pressed against your entrance, his attention between your bodies, his free hand holding your hip steady—you moaned when he pushed in, your fingers digging into the countertop, Javi rocking his thickness into you and stretching you open, inch by inch, until finally, he was flush against your ass.
You felt so full, pussy fluttering around him.
“Fuck,” Javi groaned, his eyes closing and mouth falling open. “Shit, that’s good.”
“Feel so good,” you replied. “Move.”
His hands gripped your hips, Javi pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back into you hard. Your eyes rolled back in your head, soft sounds slipping from your throat as he started fucking into you, going faster and harder with every stroke until he was setting a punishing pace that had your brain feeling fuzzy. Your body was jolting from the onslaught, having to keep yourself from falling onto the counter, Javi feeling so fucking good inside you, the fire beginning to build in your belly.
“So fucking good to me,” his words were said through gritted teeth. “Perfect fucking pussy, taking me so fucking well. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
You could hear his thrusts getting wetter, the slap of his skin against yours as he pistoned into you, building you up, pushing you closer to your release. His hand glided along your spine, up the back of your neck, and into your hair, getting purchase at your roots and pulling your head up.
“Open your eyes, baby,” his voice was still husky from sleep, and you complied, meeting his heated gaze, seeing his mouth slack, eyebrows furrowed, chest flush, and skin glistening with sweat. His arm was out in front of him, while his cock continued to spear into you over and over again. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are,” he rasped. You could see how good you felt on your face, mouth open in a perfect ‘o,’ eyes half-lidded, and brow shiny. “So fucking beautiful—can’t get enough of you.”
The fire inside you became a full-on inferno, overtaking your body, consuming you; your body wound so fucking tight that at any second, you were going to combust. His other hand moved to your front, his thick fingers circling against your clit, keeping his eyes on yours.
“Come on,” he grunted, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Your moans were stuttered from how hard he was fucking you, the sounds being pushed from your lungs. “Come on, Cielito. Give it to me, baby. Come for me. I know you’re almost there.”
The hand in your hair pulled you up a little further, making you arch your back, and it had his cock rubbing against a spot that pulled a long whining moan from you.
“There it fucking is,” he said.
He zeroed in on it, slamming into you repeatedly, Javi grunting from the force.
Everything came together—his cock, his fingers, his words—it had you falling over the edge with a cry of his name, pleasure overtaking your body, bright and hot in your veins, clenching so hard around him that Javi was forced to grind his hips into you.
“That’s it,” he groaned. You opened your eyes to see his head thrown back, the long line of his throat on display, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “My good fucking girl.” He helped you ride out your high, your body tingling, and mind floaty, chest heaving while he ground his length into your wet heat.
His head came up, letting go of your hair to wrap his arm around your chest and pull you up against his front, his chin on your shoulder, hearing his hard breaths.
He started thrusting again, slowly moving in and out of you, his eyes locked on yours.
“Can I come inside you?” He husked, voice deep and sending a tingle down your spine.
Your thoughts felt like molasses, but his question had you answering quickly.
“Yes,” you nodded. “Want it.”
His body was sturdy behind you, feeling the warmth of his skin and dampness from his perspiration.
He kissed your neck, speeding up his movements, quickening his hips while he chased his high. You pushed your ass back against him, meeting his thrusts, feeling his warm breath as he grunted. His eyes were lust-blown, face screwed up like he was in pain, his mouth kissing the skin of your shoulder and neck.
The sound of him pounding into you was echoing around the small room, his hips slapping against the plump flesh of your ass, able to hear the wet suck of your pussy—he was going hard enough you knew you’d be sore later, but you didn’t care, not when it felt so fucking good.
His hand was holding your breast, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you against him, your brain a pleasurable haze as you moaned his name. The palm on your chest moved up, Javi turning your head so he could lean in to messily kiss you at the odd angle, his tongue pressing between your lips to slide along your own.
You knew he was close when his rhythm got jerky, his mouth finding its way to the crook of your neck, Javi panting before he pushed in hard, his teeth sinking into the meat of your shoulder and making you hiss as you felt the wet pulse of him coming inside you with a rumbling groan.
His hips ground into you, feeling him fucking his come in deep until it became too much, and he stilled, breathing hard against you, soothing the bite with kisses.
You lifted a hand up to push your fingers through his sweat-damp hair.
“Feel better, baby?” You asked.
He lifted his head, a blissed-out look on his face.
“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “Feel fucking fantastic.”
You smiled back.
“I do, too. Gotta take a quick shower,” you checked the time on your watch. “If I jump in and jump out, I can get dressed and leave—should arrive to work on time.”
He frowned, those eyes of his going rounder.
“I can’t join you?” He asked softly.
You couldn’t help but giggle.
“It will literally be a five-minute shower, and you are distracting.”
He was pouting.
“I can keep my hands to myself.”
You gave him a look.
“That’s a dirty lie, and we both know it.”
He sighed.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He pulled out of you, a gasp falling from your lips, Javi turning you to face him. “I’ll bring you breakfast and coffee before I head out to the ranch.”
“You’ll be late for work….” You pointed out.
His big hands came up to cup your cheeks as he leaned in.
“And it’ll be fucking worth it,” he said before kissing you hard. Your hands landed in his hair, opening your mouth when he licked along your lip, moaning at the way he kissed you with fervor, tasting every inch of your mouth until your lungs ached for oxygen.
He pecked you one last time when he broke the kiss, looking at you with soft eyes, the adoration clear in the dark depths.
“I love you, Cielito,” he said.
“I love you, too,” you replied.
One of his hands trailed down your body, moving to your back, and making you jolt when he smacked your ass.
“Javier,” you laughed, slapping his chest playfully. “You’re so ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous for you,” he grinned, grabbing your asscheek. “Now, get in the shower, baby. I gotta take one after you.” He kissed you quickly, leaning past you to grab his toothbrush.
You pinched his ass, earning a chuckle as you went around him to get to the shower, feeling the delicious ache between your legs.
Just as you thought, you arrived to work on time, and as you suspected, you were, in fact, very sore.
Javi had shown up twenty minutes after you’d arrived with breakfast and coffee, him noticing you wincing when you sat down in your chair after kissing him and accepting the food.
The smile on his face was replaced with concern, Javi glancing from side to side to make sure nobody was around before he spoke softly.
“Did I go too hard?” He asked.
“It’s fine,” you said, waving away his concern.
“You’re in pain,” he frowned.
“Javi, it’s not the first time you’ve destroyed my pussy with your dick, and it won’t be the last. As soon as I eat, I’ll take some Tylenol. It’s really no big deal. The pain is worth it,” you smiled reassuringly.
“I don’t like that you’re hurt,” he gulped, looking away.
“Javi, baby, look at me,” his eyes met yours. “You didn’t hurt me. I like when you fuck me hard. I’ll feel fine tomorrow, I’ll just be uncomfortable today, but honestly, it just reminds me of how good it was,” you wiggled your eyebrows. “Don’t fret. I promise I’m okay. Now, you better get going to work. Your dad is going to give you a hard time for being late.”
Your words seemed to have made him feel better, his shoulders relaxing.
“You know Pop loves you—when he hears you were late to work because the power went out and you didn’t have time for breakfast, he’ll commend me for bringing you something to eat.”
Your eyebrow rose.
“Yes, I didn’t have time to eat because my alarm didn’t go off, and not because I chose to get fucked within an inch of my life instead of eating food.”
“I love your priorities,” he smirked, winking at you.
“Yeah, I know you do,” you playfully rolled your eyes.
“Give me a kiss, and I can go.”
You stood up from your chair to lean over your desk, Javi meeting you to kiss you tenderly, his hand sliding along your cheek to hold your face.
“Love you, Cielito,” he whispered when you parted.
“Love you, too, Javi.”
“I’ll see you after work,” he said.
“You better,” you poked his chest. “We live together.”
“We sure the fuck, do,” he grinned.
He leaned in to kiss you one more time, and then he was saying goodbye, and turning to leave your eyes watching him as he walked away.
When you got home for the day, you stripped out of your work clothes, standing in your underwear while you put them in the hamper.
You were surprised when you heard the sounds of the front door being unlocked, checking the time on your watch to see that Javi was home earlier than usual.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you walked into the living room, finding Javi holding a paper grocery bag and emptying his pockets into the large bowl on the entryway table.
“You’re home early,” you said.
He was finished, turning to face you.
“Yeah,” he answered with a smile, walking towards you. He’d removed his shoes, his socked feet padding along the floor. “Wanted to stop by the pharmacy on my way home.” His free hand cupped your jaw when he was in front of you, Javi leaning in to kiss you.
“Hi, Cielito,” he said when he broke the kiss.
“Hi, Javi,” you smiled. “Why’d you stop by the pharmacy?”
“Are you still sore?”
“Yes?”
He nodded.
“Stay here, and I’ll run you a bath,” he kissed your forehead.
“You’ll run me a bath?”
“Yeah. Picked up some Epsom salts—they help when my back is acting up, so I thought they’d help with your aches,” he shrugged.
“Why are you so fucking sweet?”
His eyes softened.
“Just wanna make you feel better.”
You felt almost overwhelmed by the amount of affection you felt for him, feeling so soft you thought you might melt into a puddle.
“Okay,” you nodded. “I’ll take a bath.”
“Go have a glass of water, and I’ll get it ready,” he said, kissing you sweetly before heading towards the bathroom.
Minutes later, you found yourself stepping naked into the tub, the water hot and steaming just how you liked it, hearing Javi in the bedroom moving about.
You were sitting in the bathtub, the water up to your chest, back pressed against the porcelain, legs stretched out in front you. You sighed contentedly as the heat seeped into your skin, relaxing your muscles.
Your eyes were closed when Javi entered the bathroom. You peeked an eye open seeing him in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt stretching over his chest. He had a book in his hand, and you watched as he lowered himself onto the ground with a groan beside the bath, sitting next to you on the tiled floor.
“You gonna hang out with me?” You asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’d like that,” you smiled.
“I’d like it, too.”
You placed your wet hand on the tub's rim with your palm up, and Javi laced his fingers with yours.
“Tell me about your day,” you said, closing your eyes again and just enjoying yourself.
“Well, I had a really fucking good dream—”
“A sexy dream,” you interrupted.
“Yeah, a really fucking sexy dream, and woke up harder than a fucking rock in an empty bed.”
“What did you do?”
“You know what I did.”
You heard him smirking, and it made you giggle.
“Yes, you seduced me, had me sacrificing sustenance and much-needed coffee for top-tier dick.”
“Didn’t you once say, ‘the best part of waking up—’”
“You have to sing it!” You laughed, reminded of the altered Folger’s Coffee jingle you once sang after excellent morning sex.
“Fine,” he sighed, his voice going a little higher as he mumble sang the following sentence: “The best part of waking up, is Javi in my cunt.”
Laughter burst from you, delighted he actually did it, Javi not able to hold back his own, the two of you laughing hard for a couple of minutes until you finally calmed down.
“I’m a fucking comedian,” you had to wipe tears from your eyes, looking over at him to see him with a big dimpled smile, looking at you fondly.
“You’re the funniest person I know, and I love you,” he turned his upper body, and leaned over the tub, you moving your head to meet his for a kiss.
“I love you, too,” you murmured against his lips.
He pulled back, smiling at you.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
And from the look on the face, you knew what he said was true, making your throat feel a little tight at how much he loved you.
“You’re easy on the eyes, too, my sexy man. Now, tell me about your day after you dropped off breakfast,” you said, getting comfortable in the tub again, leaning back with your head turned toward him.
He brought your hand up to kiss the back of it, and told you about his day working at the ranch, his voice lulling you, relaxing you deeply, to the point your eyes closed as you listened.
When he finished talking, he asked how work was for you, and you told him, going through the pretty uneventful things, but Javi didn’t care; he wanted to hear all the details like he did every day.
The water was still warm when Javi started reading—a murder mystery the two of you had been taking turns reading chapters aloud to one another.
This was your life, and you couldn’t be happier.
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Morning
summary: Waking up in Joel Miller’s arms.
rating: T (Soft!Joel Miller, established relationship, morning cuddles, kissing, mentions of the post-apocalyptic world, mentions of sex, honestly this is just sweet fluff with introspection)
pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader
word count: About 500
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for an anon who requested Joel Miller and “I don't want you to go yet; let me hold you for a minute longer,” which absolutely obliterated me. Let’s give this man some softness! First time writing him, so please be gentle. Unbeta'd!
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You awoke in a warm embrace, arms wrapped around your torso, your head on a bare chest, hearing the rhythmic thud of a heartbeat under your ear, feeling the rise and fall of even breaths. It was cozy, nestled under blankets, with soft morning light filtering through the windows.
In this sleepy cocoon, nothing else mattered—the world was perfect, there were no worries, everything was fine, it was just you and Joel waking up together like any other couple, in the house you called home. Your mind wandered to how you wanted to stay in bed with him, how you knew when he woke he’d kiss you first thing, how that kiss could turn into more kisses, and how the kisses could turn into soft, languid morning sex, where the two of you got lost in each other and fell apart together.
The shrill ringing of the alarm cut through your fantasy, a rumbling groan emitting from the man you were lying on, his arms tightening around you for a second, before a hand was coming up to softly tilt your chin so he could press his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, then that hand was moving towards the bedside table to shut the clock off, the arm returning to wrap back around you to hold you against him.
“Good Mornin’, baby,” he mumbled in a deep, raspy tone, kissing the top of your head.
“Morning,” you replied, voice rough with sleep. “It’s a crime that we have to get out of this bed.”
He chuckled.
You started to move to get up, but he pulled you closer to him.
“Not yet, baby,” he rasped. “I don't want you to go yet—let me hold you for a minute longer.”
You felt yourself melt, knowing he just wanted to linger in this softness and warmth, in the two of you being together.
You wondered if he imagined the perfect morning in that perfect world. You thought he might from the way he let out a content sigh.
You didn’t live in that perfect world, though.
Instead of lazy mornings, it was patrolling the outskirts of Jackson and keeping the town safe.
It was keeping each other and the townspeople alive.
It was surviving.
This wasn’t a world that allowed softness because being soft got you killed.
But at this moment, in the arms of the man you loved, you would bask in it.
“Make it five more,” you said. “Tommy can wait five minutes.”
Joel huffed out an amused breath, hand moving to tilt your head up so he could look at you, his face illuminated in the soft glow from the light streaming through the curtains, a lazy smile on his lips, hair sleep tousled, and tired eyes.
“Let's round up to twenty,” he said and leaned in to kiss you tenderly.
“You’re going to hold me for twenty minutes?” You murmured against his lips.
“I’m gonna do more than just hold you.”
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Looking Part 1
summary: You're on patrol with Joel Miller outside of Jackson, admiring the scenery, and he’s admiring something else.
rating: T (Soft Joel Miller, established relationship, post-TLOU 1, flirting, failed attempt at flirting, mentions of sex)
pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader
word count: 1k+
a/n: There will be smut in part 2, like over 2.5k. A fic for my follower celebration for an anon who requested Joel Miller, and the prompt, “Have I told you I love you today?” I figured I’d keep the first part relatively tame because I’m pretty sure they just wanted some soft, fluffy Joel, and I am very happy to provide. Shoutout to my beta invisibleismyname, who is amazing. And also a big thanks to the love of my life, @juletheghoul, who also beta’d. You should check out her amazing Joel series.
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You lived in a world where the future was uncertain. You woke up each day with the possibility that it would be your last, but when you moved to Jackson, your chances of survival skyrocketed. For once, since everything had gone to shit, you could relax a little—in the confines of the town walls, you could even let your guard down, not by much, but enough to allow a gruff, hard man to worm his way into your heart, and bed, the two of you deciding that if your days were numbered, you’d go about them together. Tentatively allow yourselves to be happy under the circumstances.
Letting Joel Miller get you a drink in the bar soon after you’d arrived had been the best decision of your entire life, second only to moving to Jackson in the first place. You’d been happily together for over a year, living together in his house, with his adopted daughter, Ellie, taking up residence in the converted garage out back, wanting her own space.
There is a chill in the morning air, the sun beaming down and melting the last remnants of snow high up on the ridge, as you ride astride your horse, Joel on his own beside you and closest to the edge. He is a little behind, allowing you a clear view into the valley below, with the town surrounded by so many green trees and the mountains in the distance towering on the horizon. The view always takes your breath away, the picturesque scene, staring in wonder at how there was still beauty in this desolate world, and you cherish these moments where there are no signs of death—only life, so much beautiful, and rich life.
“This is why I asked Maria for this patrol,” Joel says, pulling you from your reverie.
Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him, finding him watching you with soft eyes and a fond smile on his lips.
He is wearing his blue flannel today, the material stretching tight across those broad shoulders of his. You’d trimmed his hair the night before, his greying waves moving in the breeze, and the bald spots in his patchy beard looking kissable.
“What?” You ask.
“You get this look when you take it all in like you’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Your breath hitches, and eyes go big as saucers like you’re seein’ it for the first time, even though we’ve been through here before,” he smirks. “It’s cute.”
You feel heat creep up your neck that Joel was apparently watching you while you were gazing at the scenery.
“I mean, look at it,” you point towards Jackson. “Have you ever seen anything as gorgeous?” You ask, looking back at him.
His eyes are still on you, not moving to where you indicate.
“Yes, I have,” he nods.
“On one of your many trips across the country?”
Joel had told you every detail about the life he’d lived, and you knew about all of his travels—getting out of Texas, his time in Boston, and him trying to get Ellie to the Fireflies. He’d told you everything that happened when they’d gotten to the lab in Utah, and you’d urged him to tell Ellie the truth about it all, which led to some upset, that was resolved with many apologies and a heart-to-heart.
“No,” he shakes his head. “At the bar in Jackson.”
You scoff.
“The bar is uglier than sin, Joel. What are you talking about?”
“You really wanna know?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Please enlighten me on what could possibly compare to the gorgeousness of all that,” you wave your hand in the direction of the valley you now can’t see because trees are in the way.
“I’m lookin’ at it right now.”
His eyes are still on yours, and you turn your head to look the other way, assuming he’s talking about whatever is over there, seeing dirt and trees on the hill. You frown.
“I mean, I guess the nature is nice,” you concede.
You hear him sigh.
“Are you messin’ with me, baby?”
You look over at him, seeing his lips turned down.
“How am I messing with you? I looked at where you were looking.”
He has one hand on the reins, the other on his hip as he tilts his head.
“I was lookin’ at you.”
You feel your eyes widen as your heart speeds up.
“Oh! Oh my god, you were being romantic.” Your cheeks are heating. “Joel, that is the sweetest fucking thing. I just cannot believe you’d rather look at me than the scenery.”
“Baby, I’d rather look at you than anything else on this godforsaken planet.”
You can see the truth of his words in his gaze, and it makes you feel warm all of a sudden.
“You’re really laying it on thick today. What’s gotten into you?” You ask, adjusting your grip on the reins with one hand, the other smoothing down the horse’s mane.
“Nothin’s gotten into me. Have I told you I love you today?”
The smile he gives you is mischievous, and your eyes narrow.
“You did before we left, and I love you, too, but you’re not going to distract me with your sweet words. You asked Maria specifically for this patrol, and you’re being exceptionally romantic. Something's up. Spill.”
“‘Cause I know how much you enjoy the ride there,” he says, nonchalantly.
“And it has nothing to do with this morning?” Your eyebrow raises.
You’d been interrupted during an intense morning makeout session that was about to turn into something more, by Ellie banging on the front door to let you know it was time to leave.
You see his throat work as he gulps.
“Just thought the ski lodge was better than the lookout,” he says, looking away.
You snort.
“Yes, because it has actual furniture we can fuck on.”
He looks at you, those chocolate brown eyes of his looking hopeful, raising his eyebrow.
“Does that mean…?”
“Yes, Joel,” you giggle. “You weren’t the only one cockblocked.”
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Interruption
summary: Morning sex with Javier doesn’t go according to plan.
rating: E (18+!!! This is literally just smut. No y/n, Soft Javier Peña, wall sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, coitus interruptus (Javi will make up for it), unintentional orgasm denial, multiple orgasms (told you so), dirty talk, praise kink, Javier growling)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader
word count: 2400+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration requested by @chasing-the-dark, who asked for Javier Peña and the prompt, “You’re not wearing any underwear.” This can be read as a standalone or part of the Learning to Live ‘verse. It’s them in my brain. Post-Narcos, Javi works on his dad’s ranch and is dating you, practically living at your apartment. (Sleep in his own bed? In this economy? Only if you’re with him). Shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname!
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It was a lazy Saturday morning, and you’d been awoken with soft kisses, that steadily progressed until Javier was on top of you, his hips slotted easily between your thighs, like it was where they were meant to be.
He had an arm on the bed, holding himself up, his other palming your breast, while his cock moved slowly, deeply inside you, his mouth swallowing your moans, with his tongue tangling with your own. You felt so full, he was so thick and hard, sliding in and out, and rubbing against all the right spots that had your eyes rolling back in your head, your fingers threaded in his hair.
There was a steady pressure building in your core, ramping up with each press of his hips with yours. His hand moved to pull your leg higher up on his hip, changing the angle and causing your vision to white out when his cock rubbed along something delicious that had you gasping.
He broke the kiss, nipping at your chin.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” He rasped.
“Faster,” you moaned, needing more.
He sped up, thrusting harder, and making you mewl. His lips wrapped around your stiff nipple, sucking hard, your back arching as jolts of pleasure shot straight to your pussy. You were getting closer, feeling the muscles tightening in your belly, chanting his name over and over in breathy moans, tugging on the thick brown strands between your fingers.
Ringing sounded from the bedside table on Javier’s side of the bed, the man growling at the noise, his mouth coming off of you.
“Ignore it,” he grunted, going faster, and kissing you, the sound from his cell phone making you lose focus, but trying your best to do as he said. Javi moved, rising to his knees, and lifting your ass, a bruising grip on your hips as he pistoned into you, grunting from the exertion, his cock steadily hitting against that one devastating spot with each wet slap of his hips. Your mouth had fallen open, gasping out his name while your legs shook, rocketing towards your release, so lost in your pleasure the continuing incessant noise was forgotten.
The coil in your belly was twisting, going tighter and tighter, feeling so close, your cunt spasming—
Your landline started ringing on the table beside you, Javi stopping mid-stroke and making you whine as your orgasm slipped away. He leaned over you angrily picking up the receiver.
“What?!” He growled.
You opened your eyes at his tone, looking at him, watching his face go from anger to concern, as he started speaking in rapid Spanish that you couldn’t follow. It was a minute later, that he was hanging up, and pulling out of you, a gasp falling from your lips at the sudden loss.
“What’s going on?” You asked, leaning up on your elbows, confusion etched on your features, feeling mildly annoyed with the interruption. He was already out of the bed, tugging his jeans on. “You’re just leaving? What? Javier?!” Your voice rose.
“Dad needs me. He’s okay,” he added quickly. Javi was putting on his shirt from the previous night, hastily buttoning it up. “There’s a fucking emergency at the ranch, and I have to go help.” Once his shirt was on, he walked back over to the bed to give you a kiss. “I’ll try to be quick,” he said, looking you in the eyes.
“You’re leaving me, like this?” You said, pointing at your naked body.
He looked pained.
“I’m so sorry, Cielito. I’ll make it up to you when I get back,” he said, leaning down to kiss you again.
You pouted.
“You better,” you grumbled.
He smiled.
“I fucking will, and you know it,” he winked. He kissed you one last time before grabbing his socks and putting them on awkwardly while standing, his eyes met yours when he was done. “Don’t touch yourself.”
“What?” You asked.
“Wait for me,” he gave you big eyes.
You fell back onto the pillow with a groan.
“You’re so lucky I like you, just leaving me here, wet, and wanting, and you have the audacity to give me puppy dog eyes? Ugh. Yes, Javier, I’ll wait for you,” you said. “Be quick,” you leaned back up. “I need you,” you said, looking at him.
He walked back over, hungrily kissing you.
“Thank you, Cielito,” he said when he pulled away. “I’ll be back.”
It took longer than Javi expected, him calling from the truck as soon as he was on his way back over to the apartment. You were already waiting at the front door, pulling it open at the first rap of his knuckles, and he was pushing inside, his lips finding yours immediately with a hand on the nape of your neck, and the other on your back, kissing you passionately, and making you moan when his tongue invaded your mouth. He moved you into the apartment, getting the door shut, and spinning you both to press you up against it as he kissed you hard, your fingers tangled in his sweat-damp hair.
He broke the kiss, nibbling at your jaw.
“Fucking need you, baby,” his voice was deep, raspy, his lips moving down your neck, as he pushed his hips into yours feeling his hardness straining in his jeans. “Couldn’t get you out of my head, all naked and pussy wet for me,” his hands started moving all over your body, palming your breasts, sliding along the material of the dress you were wearing, he went lower, moving up your thighs and under the fabric to grab handfuls of your ass. He sucked in a breath, head lifting to look you in the eyes, his lust blown and dark. “You’re not wearing any underwear,” his voice was lower, dripping with arousal.
You shook your head, smiling.
“No, I’m not. Took a page out of your playbook to make it easier for you to get your dick inside me.”
He chuckled, lips meeting yours in a searing kiss, breaking it after a moment.
“Christ, you’re fucking perfect,” he said before dropping down to his knees in front of you, making you gasp when he grabbed your leg and put it on his shoulder to spread you open, shoving his head under your dress, burying his face at the apex of your thighs.
“Fuck,” you moaned as you felt his nose move through your slit, and up to nudge your clit, shaking his head a little, the sparks lighting up in your core, making you gasp.
“You smell so fucking good,” he groaned against your skin. “Want you to come on my face, baby.”
His big hands had your thighs opening wider, and then you felt his tongue move, slick and wet, going from your entrance to your clit, making you tremble. He licked into you, over and over, like he was trying to get every last drop of your taste, groaning into your skin. You were moaning his name, heat twisting in your body, still worked up from that morning.
It had been torture not being able to touch yourself, but with how Javi was eating you out, you knew he was going to make it up to you; he was already doing a great job.
He pulled your clit between his lips, and your hips bucked forward, gasping his name, as the coil wound tighter in your belly, your toes curling. His tongue was moving in circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, your eyes rolling back in your head, your body alight with bliss, wanting nothing more than all of the built-up tension from earlier to be released.
That familiar build inside you was inching closer to exploding.
“Javi, I’m close,” you panted. “So close.”
Your words spurred him on, pushing his tongue as deep as he could inside you, fucking you with it before his mouth was at your clit again, sucking it and teasing it with his teeth, the sensations causing your back to arch, hips jerking from the pleasure. Your hands were in tight fists, nails digging into your palms, and you weren’t surprised when you found yourself falling over the edge, thighs shaking, as sweet relief washed over you, shouting Javi’s name as ecstasy flooded your body.
“Good girl,” Javi groaned into your sensitive flesh, feeling the vibrations of his words. He was keeping you up against the door, drinking down your release. “One more.”
He worked you through your high and started building you back up again. You gasped when you felt one thick finger slide into you, and when he pushed in the second, it made you keen, feeling like your body was burning from the inside out.
Javi was determined; he knew your body like it was his own, and the quickest ways to get you off, and he’d go above and beyond to ensure he made up for the earlier interruption.
He was pumping his fingers, his tongue lapping at your center and teasing your sensitive bud, so wet that his digits were moving easily in and out of you. The sounds between your thighs were obscene, the slurping and sucking, mixed with Javi’s groans like he was eating the best meal of his entire life—it had your body feeling hot, moving your hands under your dress to grab onto his hair, tugging on the brown locks, as you moaned.
“Oh, god, Javi,” you panted. “Feels so good. Fuck.”
His fingers curled, pressing against that one spot, making you gasp. He sucked harshly on your clit, and that was it—your back was arching, crying out his name as you came, feeling yourself spill around his fingers, as euphoria crashed through you, the feeling absolutely divine. You felt Javi’s moan as he lapped up your come, his fingers digging into your skin, your brain feeling pleasantly floaty. He helped you through your aftershocks, coming down from your high, and then he was standing up, his hands on your hips, kissing up your neck, and grazing his teeth along your jaw to finally press his lips against yours. You tasted yourself when he deepened the kiss, moaning when he licked into your mouth, threading your fingers in his hair.
“Gonna finish what I started,” he said when he pulled back, opening your eyes to see the shininess of your slick around his mouth and on his mustache. Your gazes met, seeing the want, the hunger, the adoration, your chest getting tight, and cunt clenching at the look he was giving you.
“You better,” you replied with a smirk.
Javi growled, hands moving to undo his pants, hearing the metal clanks of his belt, and the teeth separating as he pulled down his zipper. You noticed his button-up was wet with sweat on his chest, his hair in disarray from your hands, and working at the ranch. He grabbed your leg with one hand, hitching it up on his hip, while his other guided his hard cock through your wet seam, getting himself slick with your need. He pushed into you with one quick thrust like he couldn’t wait another second to be inside, groaning in unison as he stretched your walls and filled you, carving out space inside your tight clutch with his thickness. Your fingers were pulling on his hair, Javi’s hands a hard grip on your hips that would leave bruises.
“So fucking tight and wet,” his words were strained, his eyes closed, mouth falling open. You could feel him throbbing inside you. “Not gonna be gentle.”
“Fuck me, Javi,” you moaned. “Make me feel it.”
He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, making the air leave your lungs. His pace was hard and fast, his cock feeling like it was splitting you open with how completely he filled you, over and over again. Javi’s face fell against your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck, feeling his hot breath with each grunt pulled from his throat. He was fucking into you like his life depended on it, his sharp thrusts causing stuttered moans to slip from your lips, your body slamming into the door repeatedly, your brain a haze of pleasure as you trembled.
Your stomach was bunching up in tight knots, each snap of his hips making your nerves light up in bliss, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. One of his hands came up your front, roughly pulling the top of your dress down to free a breast, his fingers rolling your hard nipple before his head was moving to envelop it with his hot mouth, a spark of pleasure racing down your spine, clenching around him.
He lifted your leg up higher on his waist to change the angle, his cock sliding in deeper, and rubbing against something white-hot that had you whining. His hand trailed between your bodies, roughly circling your clit with two fingers, and you were done for—everything came to a head—his mouth, his fingers, his cock—all of it combined had you shattering, body tensing, pussy clamping down hard around him, with a whispered cry of his name. His rhythm stuttered, grunting as his head came up.
“So good to me, so fucking good, my good fucking girl.” He kissed you deeply, biting at your bottom lip. “Gonna come, baby. Gonna fill you up.” You moaned, feeling so fucking good.
His head was beside yours, thrusts speeding up to chase his own high, grunting with each one. It didn’t take much, feeling the way he swelled inside, thrusts becoming uneven, until he was pushing in hard, groaning his release in your ear, biting your earlobe, and feeling the hot wet pulse as he came deep inside, continuing to grind his hips until it became too much.
You were both panting, his face in your neck, your fingers scratching lovingly at his sweat-soaked scalp, your legs shaking; Javi’s body pressed against yours was the only thing keeping you standing.
Minutes passed before he was lifting his head to look at you with a lazy smile and hooded eyes, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.
“Sorry about this morning,” he murmured against your lips.
“You should be—leaving a girl hanging like that.”
“Let me make it up to you,” he said, breaking the kiss to look at you.
“Three orgasms wasn’t enough?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.
He kissed your chin, moving along your jawline.
“Gotta make up for the ones you missed out on.”
“Better turn off your phone then, wouldn’t want to be interrupted.”
“Cielito, baby, I’m sorry,” Javi groaned, pressing his head into yours.
“It’s okay, Javi,” you kissed his hair. “Things happen.”
“You’re never gonna let me forget about it, huh?”
“Nope.”
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Gif by the talented @nicolethered
Quiet
summary: Javi said he wanted to talk, but now your pants are down your legs.
rating: E (18+ It's smut. Protected p in v (I'm surprised myself), a thigh smack, semi-public, praise, light d/s tones, feelings, a glimpse of Soft!Javi)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader
word count: 500+
a/n: @nicolethered made a post with that gif saying Javi looked like he just had some fun in a file room, and I already had this fic written for my follower celebration that takes place in a supply closet, and now I just really like thinking that after this he went into that meeting. This fic is for the anon who requested Javier and the prompt, "You make a sound, and I stop.” Shoutout to my beta, @invisibleismyname!!
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Was it the smartest choice to let Javier drag you into a supply closet to ‘just talk’? Probably not, but you weren’t thinking about your life choices now that your front was against the wall, pants, and underwear down your legs, while the air was pushed from your lungs each time his hips snapped into you from behind.
His fingers had a bruising grip on your waist, his cock filling you, over and over again, stretching your walls, and rubbing against something that had your vision whiting out and a loud moan escaping your lips.
Javier ground himself into you, feeling the texture of his slacks along your thighs as he slowed his pace, making sure you felt every ridge of him as he slid in and out of you.
His mouth was at your ear, speaking low, the deep timbre causing a shiver to move down your spine.
“You make a sound, and I stop.” He slapped your thigh. “You understand, baby? Can you keep quiet?”
You nodded, and he bit at your ear.
“Good girl. Take what I’m giving you.”
He started moving again, winding you up with each press of his cock inside you, pushing you towards your release. You did your best to not make any noise, unable to stop the quiet whimpers.
This man knew how to play your body, setting a rhythm that had your toes curling and your fingers scratching at the hard surface of the wall. You were close, the coil winding tighter and tighter in your belly.
You could hear the sounds of people walking past the room, casually talking to one another while Javier was fucking you senseless.
He was panting in your ear, his hand moving to the apex of your thighs to circle your clit.
“Come for me,” he ordered.
The coil snapped, and his other hand came up to cover your mouth as you fell over the edge, coming hard, your moan muffled. You clenched around him, euphoria flowing through your body as he continued to fuck into you.
“That’s it—that’s it, so good for me,” he grunted.
Half a dozen more thrusts, and he was following with a groan, spilling into the condom as he continued to grind his hips until they finally stilled.
The small room was filled with heavy breathing as you both came down from your highs, Javi kissing the skin of your neck, his hands smoothing down your sides.
“What did you want to talk about?” Your hoarse voice asked after a minute.
“I, uh,” you heard him swallow. “I wanted to know if I could take you out sometime.”
“We’ve been fucking in secret for weeks, Javi. You said you didn’t want Murphy to know.”
He didn’t want the partnership between you three to be weird or the dynamic to change.
He sighed.
“I’ve changed my mind, and I don’t give a fuck anymore.”
Your eyes narrowed.
“Steve knows,” you said.
“Steve knows,” he replied.
“Does this mean we can go on a double date with him and Connie?”
“I’d rather get shot at,” he grumbled.
“You’re being dramatic.”
He sighed again.
“Yes, hermosa, we can go on a double date.”
“You’re so nice to me, and of course I’ll go out with you.”
He pulled out of you then with a hiss, turning you to face him, a smile on his lips.
“Yeah?” He asked.
“Yes,” you nodded. “Want to come over after work?”
“And spread you out on your bed?” He smirked.
“I was thinking dinner and then sex, but you know, we could work up our appetites.”
“Yes, we will,” he said, leaning in to kiss you, your fingers tangling in his hair.
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An Adorably Sweet Man
summary: You both clearly had feelings for each other. It’s just a little surprising Din is the first to break.
rating: M (non-explicit smut, soft!Din Djarin, brothels, talk about sex workers (we are respectful in this house) love confessions, kissing, feelings, fluff.)
pairing: Din Djarin/f!reader
word count: 1900+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for my dear friend, @dresupi. She asked for space dad fluff with the prompt, “I love you, and it terrifies me.” Shoutout to @juletheghoul and @invisibleismyname for the beta! Love you guys.
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Mando had taken you in as a crewmember on his ancient, pre-Empire assault ship, to do maintenance and, on occasion, watch over his tiny green alien son when he was bounty hunting. The thing was, he didn’t actually need you for the maintenance. The man knew how to take care of his giant relic, sturdier than the newer starships, that he’d kept in pretty good condition. It was just happenstance that while he’d been docked in your boss’s hangar and you’d been doing the routine diagnostics, you’d found one issue of a couple of lines in the wrong spots that were hindering fuel intake a minuscule amount, and you’d corrected it, but he’d thought it was the greatest catch and offered you the job.
At least that’s what he’d made your boss believe. In reality, you had found that minor issue, but his kid was force sensitive, and you were force sensitive, and the little guy would not leave without you. He made you see through the force his time with his father, showing you he was a good man, trying to do his best by Grogu and keep him safe, and when you’d tried to explain that you weren’t a Jedi, that you didn’t have a lightsaber, and only knew very basic things taught to toddlers because that’s how old you’d been when the order fell, Grogu had basically communicated same.
And that was how it all began.
You traveled with Mando, whose face you hadn’t seen and who spoke very little, and Grogu, who made sure his face was the first thing you saw in the morning and liked to share things through the force all the time (his top two topics were food, and his dad).
Then things got… complicated.
Because Grogu had been right about his father being a good man, but you’d learned over time that he was truly amazing.
It took some time, breaking down those durasteel walls of his, and he’d slowly opened up to you, showed you little pieces of himself, until the reveal of his name, that made you feel like you knew the galaxy's greatest secret.
Din was a sweetheart.
The kind of man who showed affection through acts of service, doing little things to make your life a little easier and help you out, and also buying you trinkets to make you smile. He did things that showed you meant something to him, that he cared about you, and then one day, he came back from buying supplies, and had somehow found your favorite candy from a planet on the other side of the galaxy, and you’d hugged him.
It was like a dam broke because once he had permission to touch you, his hands were on you whenever he was near—respectfully, of course, never doing anything untoward, even if you wanted him to touch you like that, and thought extensively about what the situation was like under that flight suit of his.
You both clearly had feelings for each other, but were both too cowardly to act on them and ruin the dynamic you’d developed.
The three of you were stopped on a quaint planet said to have some of the best pleasure houses in the galaxy, and Din Djarin, the smartest man you knew, hadn’t known what those were. He assumed the place had a bunch of nice inns, bringing you there to stay for the night and have a chance to sleep on the real bed. The thought had been sweet, and luckily Grogu had been sleeping in his hover pod, the top closed as you walked down the street, passing the mentioned houses, with transparisteel walls to see into rooms and the very pleasurable activities people were getting up to.
Din’s back had straightened when you walked past the first one, his helmet glancing before turning back forward. You, on the other hand, couldn’t keep your eyes away, taking in the different species doing many various acts.
“What’s the, uh, difference between these places and a brothel?” Din asked.
“Pleasure houses, the people working are doing it because they enjoy it and the money is a bonus. Brothels, the people are doing it for the money, and usually as a means to survive.”
“And the workers don’t enjoy it?” You could hear the frown in his voice.
“I’m sure they do sometimes! Depends on how caring their partner is. But it’s more of a job to them, and they work hard to earn their money, you know?” You rubbed his shoulder over the rough material of his cape. “I have no doubt that the lovely sex workers you’ve paid in the past had a wonderful time.”
“I hope so, too.”
You were impressed with the creativity of some of the couples, positions you weren’t even sure you were flexible enough to get into. There was also an orgy, that had a lot going on, between species you hadn’t known had compatible parts. It was entertaining and had you feeling hot under your clothes. One caught your attention, and you stopped in your tracks, watching in fascination as a human woman was on her knees, bent forward, with a man holding her arms behind her back, pounding into her from behind. You couldn’t hear the sounds, but from how their faces were screwed up in pleasure, you had an idea, and arousal pooled in your belly, imagining what it would be like to be in her place. What does beskar feel like against bare skin?
“Do they know we can see?”
Din’s voice made you jump, your heart pounding in your chest.
“Fuck!” You shouted, hand touching over your heart. “You scared me.”
“Scared or caught?”
You looked over at him, narrowing your eyes.
“I’ll have you know I am unashamed that I enjoy watching people have sex.” You looked back at the couple, tilting your head. “Maker, I just wish it were me.”
Coughing sounded from Din’s modulator, and your head turned towards him again.
“You okay?” You asked, patting his back over his cape.
“Yeah,” he wheezed. “Swallowed wrong.”
Your eyes moved back to the room, watching the man flip the woman easily, putting her legs on his shoulders, as he thrust into her.
“Happens to the best of us, buddy. You ever miss sex?”
You knew he wasn’t a virgin. You’d had to wheedle the information out of him because you’d been curious and nosey, finding out that before he’d taken in Grogu, he stopped at brothels on occasion, which made him not knowing what a pleasure house was amusing to you.
It was quiet for a moment.
“…Yes.” He finally answered.
“Me too. What I would give for someone else to make me orgasm.” You sighed wistfully as you turned away from the window, patting Din on the shoulder. “Come on, big guy, let’s go find an actual inn. I was told I’d be sleeping on a mattress tonight, and no matter how many pillows you buy me, the rack remains only slightly superior to the Crest’s floor.”
You started walking, Din following, his strides catching him up to you quickly, as Grogu’s pod followed beside you.
To your surprise, there was a non-pleasure inn, and the rooms were reasonably priced. Din got a two-bedroom suite so you each could have your own beds.
The place was decent enough and would suffice for your sleeping needs, the three of you in the adjoining living room.
“Is the kid awake?” Din asked, the first time he’d said anything to you since the window.
You felt for Grogu in the force, his signature calm and even, indicating he was sleeping.
“Still out cold,” you answered.
Din nodded once, moving the child into the room, and returning a minute later, shutting the door behind him.
He stood there for a minute watching you, and your eyebrow raised.
“Why are you staring?” You asked.
You saw his shoulders dip like he was letting out a breath, and he walked until he was standing in front of you, close enough that you could reach out and touch him.
“The people…” he started.
“The people having sex?”
“Yes,” he nodded.
“What about them?”
“You… wished for it?”
“Well, yeah, don’t you?” You asked.
“I do.”
You felt an uncomfortable feeling form in your chest at the implication of his answer and his past history.
“Okay,” you said slowly. “Did.. um, did you want me to watch Grogu while you go, you know, visit one of the establishments?”
“No,” he shook his head.
Your eyebrows creased. What was this conversation about?
“I don’t quite understand your train of thought,” you said.
He moved a little closer, his gloved hand cradling your cheek, and you leaned into the touch.
“I want you, cyar’ika,” he spoke softly.
Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes going wide.
“Me?”
“Yes,” he nodded.
“What’s changed?” You asked. “Why now?”
He sighed.
“I didn’t like the thought of you with someone else.”
“So, you’re just jealous?”
“No. I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and I know you feel the same.”
“Well, obviously. But now, there’s an option of me paying for sex, and suddenly you want to be with me?”
“I was… scared.”
“Of what?”
You saw his chest move, hearing him take a deep breath.
“That I love you.”
Your eyes went wide again, eyebrows in your hairline.
“You love me?”
“I do. I love you, and it terrifies me.”
“Why does it terrify you?”
“The thought that you might not feel the same.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, his helmet tilting in confusion, and you imagined he was frowning under the bucket, feeling a bit bad, but the idea that you didn’t love him was hilarious. It took some seconds to finally calm down.
You put your hand over his on your face, your other moving to rest on his helmet.
“Din Djarin, you adorable, sweet man, I have loved you since the moment Grogu showed me through the force all of your best moments, loving and protecting him like he were your own flesh and blood, and my feelings have only grown as time has gone on. You have no reason to be scared. I love you, too.”
You’d thought you already knew the galaxy’s greatest secret by knowing Din Djarin’s name, but all of the pieces of him you’d gathered, loving one another without any idea of what was under the beskar, hadn’t prepared you for the last piece of the puzzle to slide into place, as his hand went to his helmet, pulling it off to reveal the face of the man you loved.
You were shocked, mouth falling open as you took in the soulful brown eyes and beaming smile, the way he had a dimple in his right cheek, and his dark hair a mess atop his head. He was gorgeous, a face the artisans on Naboo would carve into stone to immortalize, and only you got to see it.
His face slowly morphed into concern the longer you didn’t speak, until he broke the silence.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
His voice was even more attractive without the helmet, and there was a possibility you were going to combust.
“Yes!” You finally answered. “Sorry, a lot to take in. You tell a girl you love her, then break the creed you’ve followed your entire life in the span of five minutes, and it’s really just a rollercoaster of emotions.” You were rambling. “I loved you without knowing what was under that bucket, but I had not been prepared for how unfairly attractive you are. No wonder you wear the damn thing. People would be throwing themselves at you. Fuck, can I kiss you?”
He was smiling, cheeks pinking up.
“You can… I’ve just… uh…never.”
“Stop right there, babe. I will happily teach you in the ways of kissing… and more,” you winked.
He gulped.
“I’d like that.”
“And I want to see what else you're hiding under all that,” you said, pointing at his chest.
“You’ll soon find out,” he smirked.
Your hand went to the back of his head, pulling him close to you, slanting your mouth against his, kissing him hard and relishing in the surprised sound he’d made before he’d melted into you, his hands cupping your face, mimicking your movements. When you felt he had the basics down, you slid your tongue across his bottom lip, and he got the message, opening for you, swallowing his groan as you pushed in. He learned quickly, the two of you kissing deeply until breathing became a necessity, and you broke apart panting as you rested your foreheads together.
“I love you, Cyar’ika.”
“I love you, too, Din. Are you still scared?”
“No. I’m happy.”
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You Doing Okay?
summary: Javier hates parties, yet he was coming with you to one. You quickly determine his intentions when his hand ends up under your dress at the bar.
rating: E (18+!! This is smut. Kinda jealous Javier Peña, public sex, vaginal fingering, (1) clit smack, thigh riding, dirty talk, praise kink, exhibition kink, light d/s tones, feelings, soft Javier Peña (It’s me))
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader
word count: 2000+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for an Anon who requested Javier Peña and the prompt “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” It's time to sin. This is a sequel to Quiet. Same couple. Shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname!
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You knew Javier hated social events. You’d known that before you started dating and were just co-workers—he never attended the office parties, or met up at the bar after work with the group wanting to blow off some steam. He’d get a drink with you and/or Steve. He’d even show up at the Murphy’s for Sunday dinner that Connie was adamant she cook the three of you, but parties? No, not his thing, so it was a bit surprising that when you mentioned you were stopping by a going away party, Javi said he was joining you.
The event was happening at a bar frequented by DEA agents, and close to the office—the place dimly lit, the drinks reasonably priced, music playing at a volume where you needed to raise your voice for people to hear you.
You suspected Javi’s change in opinion of social gatherings, had something to do with the fact that the guy leaving had taken you out on a date soon after you’d arrived in Colombia—nothing came of it, there was no spark, but you’d remained friendly. Your suspicion was proven correct when you were sitting at a table in the back of the place; Javi with his chair scooted so close to yours that you could feel his body heat next to you. He had one arm around your shoulders, his other hand slowly making its way up the hem of your dress under the table, while you were trying to converse with the man of the hour, who was sitting across from you.
It had never crossed your mind that Javi would ever be jealous; he wasn’t possessive. But then your mind tracked through all of your interactions with the co-worker leaving; you realized after Javi found out about the date, he seemed to pop up and pull you away every time you were talking to him. Javi always had a grumpy look when men flirted with you, or a grumpier than usual look, which usually ended with the two of you tucked away in a supply closet or file room, or that one memorable occasion in Ambassador Noonan’s empty office, with his dick inside you.
Your hands gripped your glass, trying to ignore the soft touch of his fingertips as they stroked along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You could close your legs and trap the wayward hand, but you didn’t think Javi would be so brazen—he had to just be teasing you, which was working, because feeling him had your body going warm as you tried to pay attention to the conversation in which your coworker was very happy to talk about himself.
A breath hitched in your throat when Javi palmed his hand over your underwear, and you knew that he could feel your heat and the wetness beginning to seep through the material. You were hearing about the other man’s plans for when he got back to the states when Javi rubbed his fingers against your clit, quickly bringing your drink to your lips to cover the moan stuck in your chest.
So, he wasn’t teasing. You were interested in seeing where this went.
His fingers slipped under the lace, your pulse hammering, heat licking across your skin when he zeroed in on your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to control your breathing as the sparks of pleasure lit up in your core. He knew what he was doing, he knew the effect he was having on you, and you were relieved when he started speaking to the other man to give you a chance to compose yourself by taking another drink, relishing in the burn of the liquor.
You felt yourself pulling taut, the coil winding in your belly with each roll of his fingers, the fact he was doing this in some place so public thrilling you. Your body was heated, and you could feel sweat beginning to form on your skin as you tried to hold in your whimpers. Slick was pooling at your entrance, and your panties were wet.
Your brain could barely focus on a single thing being said between the men, as you put everything into keeping your face straight while Javi continued to finger you. With how often the two of you fucked around the office, this shouldn’t have surprised you, and yet you were taken aback that he was doing this while literally talking to another person in the middle of a bar. You loved every minute of it, so fucking turned on, biting down on your lower lip that you hid behind your glass.
You were doing your best not to squirm, but Javi knew exactly how to work you up. He was good with his fingers, mouth, and dick, the man making you come so easily you wondered if he was some kind of sex deity.
At the thought of his cock inside you, your pussy clenched hard around nothing. The glass shook in your hand, your eyes closing as you took a drink. The pressure in your core was steadily building, and you could feel the sweat on your brow, your body beginning to tremble.
“You doing okay?”
It took you a second to register that you were being spoken to, your head turning towards Javi, who’d asked the question.
There was a glint in his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips that said he was very well aware of how he was making you feel, and you had to hold back from moaning as both men looked at you.
“Yeah,” your coworker started. “Do you need water? You look like you’ve had one too many.”
You looked away.
“No… No, I’m okay,” you chuckled nervously.
“Okay, I’m going to go talk to the others. If you’re ever in DC, look me up. Have a nice night, you two!” He said to you both before getting up from the table and making his way through the crowd.
The moment you and Javi were alone, he was in your space, nosing against the side of your face and nipping at your earlobe.
“Are you close?” His voice was low and raspy, spoken directly into your ear as a shudder rolled through you, your eyes closing as you moaned.
You were on the edge, your muscles pulled so tight it was in reach, and you nodded your head, gasping out a Yes, Javi, his fingers continuing their movements.
“I understand why you only went on one date—the guy’s full of himself and probably wouldn’t know how to make you come,” Javi rasped. “I do, though. Don’t I? You like me touching you in public, Hermosa? Like my fingers on your pussy?” You moaned again. “My dirty fucking girl. You’d let me fuck you in the bar bathroom, wouldn’t you?” You mewled at the thought, and he slapped his fingers against your clit, making you gasp when you didn’t answer. “Answer me, baby. You’d let me fuck you anywhere,” his fingers were working against you again.
You nodded your head because it was true. Nothing else mattered when he was taking you apart. You’d let him do it to you anywhere, no matter the consequences, and you were honestly surprised you’d never been caught.
“Yes, Javi,” the words a breathy exhale from your lungs.
He chuckled lowly, sending a tingle down your spine, his teeth nipping at your ear again.
“You want to get off, baby? Want to come?”
You were already so fucking close you could practically taste it.
“Please.”
His fingers stopped, and your eyes flew open, whining at the sudden loss as your impending orgasm slipped away.
He moved his chair back from the table, it hitting the wall, and next thing you knew, he was using his strength to haul you into his lap, getting his thigh between your legs, feeling the rough texture of his denim against your core. His big hands pulled your head to his, kissing you hard, deepening it as his tongue delved into your depths and pulled a moan from your lungs.
He broke the kiss, lips moving along your jaw until his mouth was at your ear.
“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh,” his voice was deep and husky. “Can you do that for me? Grind that pretty pussy against me? Make yourself come, baby. I got you.”
You nodded your head.
“Good girl,” he purred.
You were already coiled tight with tension as you started rocking your hips, Javi tensing his muscles beneath you, feeling them rippling and giving you something hard to grind against. You were holding onto his shoulders for leverage, his hands grasping the nape of your neck while he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and mint, the kiss all-consuming, while you ground against him, the thin fabric of your panties hardly any barrier against the texture of his jeans.
The stimulation spurred you on, rubbing your clit just right, making it throb, feeling like it was vibrating with how sensitive it was. Your eyes rolled back in your head, Javi swallowing your moans as the exquisite pleasure built in your body, the familiar feeling of your muscles tightening in your abdomen as you wound yourself tighter and tighter with each grind of your hips.
His grip moved to your waist, his big hands helping you work against him, pressing you harder into him, and feeling a wet spot growing beneath you.
You felt like you’d never get enough of Javi—you could have his naked body pressed against yours, his cock filling you, and still it wouldn’t be enough, your need for him to consume your entire being too much. He was an unquenchable thirst, something you constantly craved and needed more of.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured against your lips. “Come for me.”
His words were your undoing, that familiar burn in your belly as the coil finally snapped, coming with a shuddered moan of his name that his kisses muffled. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your body tingling as the euphoria burned brightly in your veins, making your brain a muddled, hazy mess as you came down from your high.
Javi continued to kiss you softly, his hands rubbing against your sides and back, grounding you back to earth as your breaths evened out.
After a minute, you felt as he kissed the tip of your nose, cheeks, and forehead before placing one last kiss on your lips again.
You opened your eyes, seeing him smiling at you.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Fucking incredible,” you answered truthfully.
He chuckled.
You quickly looked behind you, checking your surroundings, and seeing nobody was paying either of you any mind, a deep breath of relief left your lungs.
“Hey,” Javi said, bringing your eyes back to his and rubbing his hands along your arms. “I’ll keep you safe. No one even looked this way.”
You felt warmth move through your chest at the sincerity in his tone, because you knew without a doubt that you could trust him, that even in these risky situations, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You suddenly wanted to be somewhere less crowded, where he could fuck you; feeling him hard against your thigh, and even though you’d just come, you were aching for him.
“Bathroom, back alleyway, or car?” You asked.
He laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said against your lips, making you smile.
“I love you, too,” you replied when your eyes met. “Which will it be? I’m not feeling picky.”
He grinned.
“There’s no fucking way we’re leaving this bar without me getting my dick inside you. I’m hard as a fucking rock.”
You palmed him, his eyes closing for a second as he groaned.
“I can tell,” you got off his leg, seeing the wetness darkening his jeans and holding your hand out to him. “Come on, babe. There’s that big mirror over the sink, so I can watch you come inside me.”
“Fuck,” he rasped, taking your hand and getting up quickly. He couldn’t help himself, his other hand grabbing the back of your head as he crushed his lips against yours. “Love you so fucking much,” his words muffled.
“Love you, too.”
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Learned Something New
summary: Reunion sex with Jack leads to a discovery.
rating: E (18+! Unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, biting, Jack being cute)
pairing: Jack Daniels/f!reader
word count: 400+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for @iamskyereads who requested Jack Daniels, and the prompt, “Did you just bite me?” It’s short, it’s spicy, and it’s cute. First time writing Jack, so please be gentle.
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Your thighs were burning, big hands on your bare ass helping you move up and down the thick cock stretching you open and filling you over and over again as you moved in Jack’s lap. Your hands were on his shoulders for leverage, his mouth on yours, his tongue sliding against your own, swallowing each other's moans.
He’d just gotten home from a mission that had him gone for two weeks. The moment he walked through the front door, you were in his arms, kissing him hard, clothes had been shed quickly, and you’d ended up on the closest piece of furniture, which happened to be the armchair.
The pleasurable push and pull had your muscles pulling taut, feeling yourself right on the edge, so worked up from having him back.
“Touch yourself, darlin’,” his words were muffled against your lips. “Not gonna last much longer.” He broke the kiss in order to breathe, his chin resting on your shoulder, hearing him grunting in your ear.
You did as he said, snaking a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit, your face in the crook of his neck, as you circled your sensitive bundle of nerves, while Jack used his strength to bounce you on him, his cock rubbing against all the right spots, spurring you on. It didn’t take much, a little more pressure with your finger, and you were gone, falling over the edge and coming so hard your teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder with a moan. Jack followed, pulling you down flush against him, spearing into you as far as possible with a deep, rumbling groan that vibrated in his chest, feeling the warmth as he filled you with his release.
You were both breathing hard as you came down from your highs, your mouth kissing the skin in front of your face, your hands rubbing into his sweat-soaked hair, Jack’s head nestled against yours, his arms hugging you against him.
“Did you just bite me?” He panted.
“Sorry,” you apologized, kissing your teeth marks on his skin.
“Don’t be sorry, honey bee.” He moved to look at you, his forehead glistening, a beaming smile under his perfectly trimmed mustache making his dimple appear. “I was ready and rarin’ to go before I even got here, but the bite had me comin’ faster than a sneeze through a screen door.”
You snorted, smiling.
“So, you’re into biting…?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I guess I am—learned somethin' new about myself. Now, how about we move this party to the bedroom? I’d like to take my time and worship you like the goddess you are.”
“Of course, baby,” you said, kissing him. “I missed you,” you murmured against his lips.
“I missed you, too, honey bee.”
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Just Ask
summary: You and Javier were just colleagues and nothing more, that is until frustration and a little liquid courage push you both to cross the line into something more.
rating: E (18+!! It’s smut. Unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, praise, (1) spank, he snaps his fingers and idk it unlocked something in me, hints of Soft!Javier Peña, mild dom vibes if you squint, resolved sexual tension, co-workers to lovers, a sprinkle of emotions)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader
word count: 1300+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for @wildemaven. They asked for Javier and the prompt, “Are you going to eye fuck me all night, or do something about it?” I saw this one, and my brain went 😵💫😵💫😵💫. As always, shoutout to @juletheghoul, who is my rock and always by my side! Thank you to my beta @invisibleismyname!! (it took me 4 tries to post this)
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Things didn’t start off on the right foot with Javi, or really the wrong foot either. It was just mutual indifference the moment you were brought in to help take down the Cali Cartel.
You’d both been too focused on the job and getting results, needing to be an efficient team, for there to be any other feelings between you.
Eventually, the mutual indifference turned into mutual fondness and attraction.
You’d seen how he looked at you sometimes, unable to hide the longing and clear desire, and instead of pointing it out, or god forbid, acting on it, you’d turn your attention to something else and ignore the heat that radiated under your skin.
Javi was not as polite in your times of weakness, when your gaze lingered on his body, appreciating how his suits fit on those broad shoulders, or how his ass looked when you saw him in jeans. He’d smirk, those expressive brown eyes telling you he knew and that he liked that you were just as affected by him. You always floundered a little after you got that look, having to really focus and move into safer territory, and he just patiently waited for you to succumb to your feelings.
And it happened on a night when you’d both been unbelievably frustrated that Franklin Jurado had been killed, all the time you’d spent getting him was wasted, and the two of you were holed up late in his office, trying to find some other lead, until he’d sighed heavily and pulled out the bottle of whiskey from his desk.
You’d each had a couple of drinks. He was sitting on the couch, jacket and tie long gone, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, and you were lounging on the floor nearby, some files laid out next to you. You couldn’t help staring—the alcohol had slightly affected your inhibitions, and he looked so fucking good that your thoughts moved into dangerous territory, imagining the things you wanted him to do to you.
Your eyes met, and you saw your desires reflected back at you, making you gulp at his eyebrow raising.
“Are you going to eye fuck me all night, or do something about it?” His voice was deeper, raspier, and your core clenched as you gasped. “Because,” he continued. “I’m more than willing. You just need to ask.”
Your heart was hammering in your chest, panties unbelievably wet.
Maybe it was the whiskey, maybe it was that you’d hit your limit of ignoring your wants, but your chin rose, feeling much braver than you had any right to be.
“And what do I ask?” You spoke. “Javi, will you please fuck me? Will you let me ride you on that couch? Will you bend me over your desk? Will you eat my pussy with that gorgeous mouth of yours? Will you—“
“How do you want it?” He interrupted, glass set on a nearby table as he stood from the couch, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and pushing up the sleeves. He snapped his fingers at you to get your attention. “Tell me how you want it, baby, or else you’re getting fucked on the floor.”
You could see his pants tenting, and you licked your lips.
“Couch,” you answered. “Hard.”
He nodded, a little smile on his lips.
“You got it,” he replied.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you up to stand, immediately crashing his lips to yours, swallowing your moan as you tangled your fingers in his hair, which was much softer than you’d imagined. He kissed you like a man starving—ravenously, his hands bracketing your face as his tongue plundered your mouth greedily, making your toes curl, and arousal drip from your core. He went until he had his fill, and then his mouth was off of yours, hands grabbing onto your hips and walking you the few steps to the couch, a surprised sound escaping your throat when he spun you to face it.
“On your knees,” he said, and your cunt clenched, a moan falling from your lips as you followed the order, kneeling onto the cushion and arching your back to present your ass to him. His hands rubbed over your skirt, palming your flesh before he grabbed at the hem and pulled it up your waist, revealing what was underneath. “So fucking pretty,” he rasped, smacking an asscheek and making you moan. He worked quickly, getting your underwear down your thighs, his fingers ghosting over the stockings on your legs.
You heard his belt and pants being worked open, some rustling, and he stopped suddenly.
“Fuck,” he growled.
You looked over your shoulder to see him looking in his wallet angrily.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
He looked at you.
“I don’t have a fucking condom.”
“Are you clean?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too. On the pill, just fuck me already,” you wiggled your ass.
“Fuck,” he said, this time in a rough tone, and he tossed his billfold carelessly to the floor, making you giggle.
You faced forward, one of his hands on your hip, the other guiding himself, pushing his length through your slick to get it wet.
“Fucking soaked for me, baby.”
“Yes,” you moaned.
You both sighed as he pushed in, your thoughts coming to an abrupt stop as he stretched your walls and filled you, ignoring the slight burn from how fucking big he was.
“So fucking tight and wet,” his voice came out strained, his fingers digging into your hip.
“You’re just big,” you replied, not sounding any better.
You felt so full, gasping when he bottomed out.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He started moving languidly, letting you get used to him, your body lighting up with each push and pull of his hips as you panted into your arms.
He felt so good, his cock rubbing against things you didn’t know existed, the coil beginning to wind in your belly.
He picked up in pace, his hands grabbing your hips for leverage as he started pounding into you, grunting with the exertion. With each slap of skin, the wind was punched from your lungs, stuttered moans falling from your lips, taking what he had to give you. He was building you up, the coil getting tighter, and you were in heaven, mouth falling open.
You were on the precipice, needed something to give you that final push, your cunt beginning to contract, and Javi leaned forward, his hand moving to the apex of your thighs to circle your clit.
“Come,” he growled.
The coil snapped, euphoria washing through your veins as you cried out his name, your pussy clenching hard around him and making his rhythm stutter.
“My good girl,” he praised.
He worked you through your high, chasing his orgasm, speeding up his thrusts, grunting with each swing of his hips, knowing he was close.
“Where?” He asked through gritted teeth.
“Inside,” you panted.
“Fuck,” his body curled over yours, head beside your own, as he ground his hips, coming with a strangled groan in your ear. You felt him spill inside, continuing to grind, your mixed come sliding down your thighs.
His body weight slumped onto you, hearing him panting, the two of you staying like that as you came down from your highs.
You didn’t know how much time passed before he spoke.
“Was it good?” He asked, words a little slurred.
You snorted.
“Yes, Javi. It was very good.”
“Good enough to do again?”
“Definitely.”
“I need a second—came so fucking hard, but I’ll eat your pussy with my gorgeous mouth.”
You clenched around him, and he hissed.
“Shit, yeah. You’d like that,” he said.
“You’re full of yourself.”
“You’re the one full of me.”
“Oh my fucking god, Javier. Get off me.”
He laughed, actually laughed.
You were shocked for a moment, the sound unfamiliar. You’d been awarded chuckles and amused huffs in the many months you’d worked together, but never genuine laughter, and it made your heart constrict. He was always serious, focused, stressed, and it took him having an orgasm to relax enough to let his walls down and, frankly, be a little happy for a minute. You felt like you’d just gotten a glimpse of what he was like without the job making him grumpy. You’d savor these moments he’d give you, and for now, work could wait.
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Don’t Come Yet
summary: Javi edging you.
rating: E (18+!! This is smut. Established relationship, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), edging, creampie, praise, fluff.)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader
word count: 500+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for @juletheghoul, who asked for Javier Peña and the prompt, “Don’t come yet.” Tumblr ate your ask, and I am upset. Jules, my love, I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for being by my side. I adore you!
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“Don’t come yet,” the words were spoken against your lips, strained, raspy, Javi’s hips slowing to a grind that had you whining, the need for release overwhelming.
This was the second time he’d told you not to come in a matter of minutes, a sheen of sweat on your bodies, your legs high on his hips, his tongue licking into your mouth with fervor, swallowing your moans as the curls at the base of his cock caught on your clit just right to drive you crazy. You were so worked up, so close to coming, that your body felt like it was balancing on the edge, and it was taking everything in your power not to give in and fall over.
Javi knew your body, knew what you could take, and you trusted him, following his order.
He started moving again, deep, hard strokes that had your mind unable to think with the way he was filling you, over and over again, his cock rubbing against all those spots you weren’t even aware existed before him.
Your muscles were tensed, feeling that tight coil in your belly, and all you could do was dig your fingers into his shoulders, hanging on, as he worked you over and built you up to your tipping point.
“Please,” you gasped.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, sounding just as wrecked as you and kissing you softly. “Just a little more. You’re doing so good for me.”
His pace sped up, hearing the wet suck of your pussy with each stroke, grunts falling from his lips and into your mouth.
You knew he was close; he was chasing his high, the two of you consumed by one another, both lost in the moment of your bodies together, and tongues tangling like you wanted to be as close to each other as possible, fill up as much of the other as you could.
It was a lot, all of the nerves in your body alight, and you didn’t think you could last much longer.
“Come,” Javi ordered, and that was it. You were tumbling over the edge, the coil snapping as pleasure washed over you, moaning his name, your cunt clenching hard around him, and soaking his cock.
“So good,” he moaned, following you, pushing in deep. “My good fucking girl,” he groaned, the sound rumbling out of his throat as he spilled inside you, hips continuing to thrust slowly and making him hiss when the oversensitivity became too much. He finally stopped, collapsing on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck.
Your hands moved into his hair, rubbing your fingers against his scalp, Javi breathing a content sigh against your skin.
You both stayed like that as you came down from your highs, grounding one another and basking in the afterglow.
“I fucking love you,” he said, voice muffled from where his face was situated.
You huffed out an amused breath.
“That’s the endorphins talking,” you replied.
His head came up, a deep crease in his brow as he looked you in the eyes.
“It’s not because I just came inside you. I really do fucking love you.”
You smiled at him.
��I really fucking love you, too.”
The furrow disappeared, and he returned your smile, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.
“The coming inside me was just a bonus,” you added, and he chuckled.
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The Perks
summary: You work for rival agencies, but every time you and Jack meet on missions, things heat up.
rating: M (18+! Kinda enemies to lovers, dirty talk, fighting, mentions of sex, feelings)
pairing: Jack Daniels/f!reader
word count: 1100+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for Dresupi, who requested Jack Daniels with the prompt, “Let’s get out of here; I’ll buy you dinner and maybe breakfast.” I had so much fun writing Jack last time I hammered this out. More southern expressions are used because I find them delightful, and Dres requested a specific one. Shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname!
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You dodged the punch heading straight for your head, hitting him in the stomach hard with your own, making a soft groan of pain escape him.
“You’ve gotten slower,” your words came out breathy.
You took in Jack’s attire—the jeans, a grey button-up under a black leather jacket, the absolute eyesore that was his Statesman flask belt buckle, and as usual, his cowboy hat that seemed to defy the laws of physics in fights.
He moved quickly on your next assault, getting your arms in a lock behind your back and holding you against him, his mouth at your ear, hearing him panting.
“Now, sugar, is that any way to greet your dear ol’ friend Jack?” He asked.
“We’re not friends,” you replied.
“Now I ain’t so sure about that, sugar. I seem to recall us being very friendly in Barcelona.”
Your mind thought back to the night you let him fuck you on a balcony, and you felt heat move under your skin. You moved quickly, breaking out of his hold and spinning to kick him, Jack blocking it and tackling you to the ground, hugging your arms against your body while his cowboy hat-wearing head hovered over yours.
He was smirking, eyes twinkling as he looked at you.
“I don’t reckon why you always wanna fight me on it, sweet pea,” he said, making you huff and roll your eyes at the endearment. “You know how this is gonna end,” he continued. “I’ll offer you the job I so very much would like you to take with Statesman, you’ll decline much to my dismay, and our joyous meeting will end with you screaming my name. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
You snorted.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I don’t know, sweet pea. You got that look on your face like you’re thinking about the last time I was buried deep inside you,” his face moved lower, lips hovering over your own, voice going deeper. “You love our rendezvous’, the fighting, the fucking, it turns you on, gets you going. I bet you’re already dripping for me. All I’d have to do is flip you over, pull down those pants, and sink right in. You want that, baby girl? Want ol’ Jack to fill you up?” Your breath hitched in your throat, body thrumming.
“You missed a step,” you whispered, ghosting your lips over his.
“Right,” he sighed, ready to be turned down for the tenth time, leaning back to look at you. “My sweet pea, why don’t you give up that work you’re doing with that abysmal agency and come work for Statesman? We’ve got benefits, retirement, and moi.”
“You’re one of the perks for working at Statesman?” You asked with a raised brow.
“With the way you’re always howlin’ my name, I think I am most definitely a perk, thank you very much.”
“I’m in.”
His eyes widened.
“Do my ears deceive me? Did you just agree?”
“Yes, Jack. I’ll join up with you. You sold me with the perks,” you winked.
He gave you a beaming smile that had a dimple appearing in his cheek, and he crashed his mouth against yours. Kissing you hard, his arms released you so your hands could move up, knocking his hat from his head to thread your fingers through his dark waves. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours, wanting to taste you, holding himself on one arm while his other palm cradled your cheek.
You could feel his happiness with each press of his lips against yours. This was a long time coming—every mid-fight kiss and post-fight fuck, that night you both let yourselves have in Barcelona, where you both went MIA and spent the hours together in a hotel room, because there was something between you but your jobs had always gotten in the way.
The kissing became less fervent until Jack was pulling back to look you in the eyes, a soft smile on his lips.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said. “I’ll buy you dinner and maybe breakfast,” he winked.
You smiled.
“We both know breakfast is happening.”
“It sure is, sweet pea,” he kissed you softly. “Tomorrow morning, and every morning after if I can help it,” he murmured against your lips.
His mouth left yours, and he sighed.
“Did you happen to get the data from the hard drive before you so graciously dispatched the owner?” He asked you.
The hard drive was biometrically locked, and you’d absolutely gotten the information before you killed who it belonged to, multiple bodies lying around the room you were in, having taken them all out before Jack had arrived.
“Of course,” you nodded.
He looked away.
“That’s a confirmation, Ginger.” Your eyebrows knitted together as you listened to him speak. “Data has been recovered. Will return to headquarters in forty-eight hours. Let Champ know I’m bringing in the new agent.” He smiled. “Thank you very much, Ginger. I’ll let her know. Going dark.” He tapped his ear, eyes finding yours and smiling big. “Ginger sends her warmest congratulations that you’ve decided to join Statesman and be with me. She said she’s been rooting for us since the first kiss. That was a good one,” he sighed wistfully. “You’d broken my nose, and done it so beautifully if I might just add. Had to kiss those soft lips of yours and never stopped thinking about ‘em since.”
“Yes, I remember the first kiss—there was a lot of blood,” you said quickly. “Jack, who’s Ginger?”
He looked confused.
“Why she’s the Stateman Tech Expert—you know, the person in your ear on missions who feeds you information.”
“Jack, are you telling me there’s been a person listening every time we’ve been together?”
A flush appeared on his cheeks.
“Well,” he gulped. “Ginger is a professional, and she’s had to hear me in many a compromising situation, but to answer your question—yes?” He looked like something dawned on him. “Except Barcelona.”
“You’re telling me, all those times you fucked me senseless, we had an audience?”
“Don’t you have a person?” His eyebrows were furrowed.
“No—I get my mission details and figure it out as I go.”
His eyes got big.
“Zero intel during?”
“No? Which now knowing that with Statesman I will, is delightful, but Jack, I can never meet Ginger. She’s heard too much. Like, way too much.”
He smirked.
“You do get noisy as a restless mule in a tin barn when you’re close, but your sinful noises really rev my engines. I love ‘em, and as I’ve stated previously, Ginger is a professional, and she’s had to hear it all. Do not fret, my sweet pea,” he kissed you softly. He looked at you when he pulled back. “Now it’s time we get the hell out of dodge and hit the open road,” he patted your thigh.
You snorted.
“Why do I like you?”
He grinned.
“My impeccable southern charm and good looks.”
“Yeah, yeah, pretty boy. Let’s blow this popsicle stand. I was promised dinner.”
He got up, grabbing his hat as he stood, and put it back on, holding out his hand to help you up. His eyes tracked down your body appreciatively, his fingers moving to tilt your chin to look at him.
“That you were,” he said. “I haven’t had a chance to say this but baby girl, you’re looking finer than frog’s hairs, and we’re gonna have to find some accommodations for the evening. I want to lay you out and take my time, rival that momentous night in Barcelona.”
“I really like that idea,” you said as you leaned in to kiss him.
“As do I, sweet pea.”
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Rulebreaker
summary: You set rules when sex became a thing with your CIA partner Dave York. He just doesn’t like to follow them.
rating: E (18+!!! This is dirty, nasty smut. Dave York comes with his own warning, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), anal play (don’t look at me), dirty talk, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, spanking, spit mention, some possessiveness, dom vibes (it’s Dave and he has to be in control), Dave being a menace, a glimpse of Soft!Dave)
pairing: Dave York/f!reader
word count: 1400+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for @iamskyereads who requested Dave York and the prompt, “I want to fuck you right against this window so everyone can see how good you take it.” I don’t know what horny demon possessed me to write this, but my god, I’m so sorry. Dave brings something out in me. I hope you enjoy! Heed the warnings!! Shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname!
You’d managed to keep things professional with your work partner Dave York for a while, years actually, until you finally crossed the line, or, more accurately, he hauled you across it and gave you the best sex of your entire life.
You set rules: the sex didn’t get in the way of your jobs with the CIA, it didn’t affect your partnership, and the office was off limits.
He’d agreed with that little smile that told you he was going to challenge one of the rules.
You quickly found out it was the office one while you both were working late one night.
You’d taken over a conference room, all four walls were floor to ceiling glass windows, the blinds shut on the interior ones, blocking you from the view of anyone else working. The sun had set, and the city was lit up with all sorts of lights down below and from the neighboring buildings.
Files were scattered on the long table in the middle of the room; a whiteboard was set up with pictures and details of the current operation you were working on.
Dave was sitting directly next to you, his hand stroking your thigh as he read what was in front of him. You were having trouble focusing on the words you were reading.
You sighed.
“Your hand,” you said.
It kept moving.
“What about it?” He didn’t bother looking up.
“Nothing in the office.”
“Only touching your thigh—it’s innocent.”
“It’s a distraction.”
He finally looked at you, smirking.
“How’s me touching your thigh a distraction?” He asked.
Your eyes narrowed.
“You know why, David.”
He leaned in close, his mouth hovering over your ear, making you clench around nothing as you felt his breath ghost against your skin.
“Is it because all you can think about are my fingers deep inside your pussy, making you scream my name?” His hand moved under your skirt as you gasped out, Dave, his hand palming your core over your underwear. “Already soaked, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. Anything you want, my fingers, my cock, my tongue, it’s yours.”
Your body was hot, feeling arousal pooling in your belly.
“The rules,” you breathed.
“Are made to be broken, and we’re the only ones left on this floor. Janitorial won’t arrive for another few hours. I know you want it, can feel how fucking wet you are for me.”
You felt your resolve shattering bit by bit—he wasn’t wrong; you did want him badly. But the rules, and it was the office. If no one was around, though…
“You’re sure no one is here?” You asked.
“Yes. Janitors come in at midnight and—” his jacket had been discarded hours ago, the sleeves of his white dress shirt pushed up his forearms. He looked at the watch on his wrist. “It’s 9:38. If you’re really worried, I can make you come in less than five minutes.”
The way he confidently said it made a tingle move down your spine.
“What if I want something longer than five minutes?” You asked.
“That’s my girl. You want to be fucked?”
Your resolve was gone the moment he said he’d make you come.
“God, yes.”
He was out of his chair and pulling you up and out of your own, crashing his mouth against yours and swallowing your moans. His fingers worked open the buttons of your blouse with practiced ease while he kissed you hard, licking into your mouth. He tasted like coffee and the mint gum he’d chewed earlier, his tongue sliding against your own. He got your shirt open and tugged the cups of your bra down, his lips immediately sucking on a pebbled peak and making you moan. Your fingers were in his short-cropped hair as he moved to your other nipple, giving it the same attention. You could feel arousal seeping from your core, your body thrumming with anticipation, wanting to be filled.
He kissed back up your chest, his lips finding yours again, while his hands landed on your hips, Dave walking you where he wanted you. You hissed when your back hit the cool pane of glass that looked onto the city outside.
“Really, David?” You murmured against his mouth.
He broke the kiss, moving back a little to turn you, pressing your front against it, and making you hiss again as the cold touched the skin of your breasts.
His mouth was against your ear, his body flush against your back, feeling his hard cock digging into you.
“I want to fuck you right against this window so everyone can see how good you take it,” he purred. Your body trembled at his words.
“Fuck,” you gasped.
He stepped back, tugging your hips with him to make your back arch, and he pushed your skirt up to your waist, revealing your panty-covered ass to him.
He smacked your asscheek, making you jolt before he grabbed at the flesh.
“This is mine,” he said.
You moaned.
He smacked it again.
“Who does it belong to?”
“You!”
“That’s right.”
He pulled your underwear down your thighs, fingers ghosting over your stockings.
His hands left you, hearing the sound of his belt being undone and his pants unzipped.
Seconds later, the head of his cock was pushing through your folds as he got himself wet, making you gasp when he touched your entrance. He finally notched himself and pushed in, moving in one smooth motion to sheath himself inside you.
You moaned as he filled you, his cock stretching you wide, a slight pinch with how thick he was. You felt overwhelmingly full once he’d bottomed out, and he only gave you a moment before pulling almost all the way out, leaving the tip nestled inside, then slamming back in, the breath pushed from your lungs.
He went hard and fast, stuttered moans falling from your lips as he pounded into you.
Dave knew this was what you wanted, and he gave you his all, grunting with the exertion, skin slapping against skin. Your mouth had fallen open, eyes rolled back in your head. The coil inside your belly was winding tighter every second, working you up. It felt so fucking good, your arms on the window, cushioning your head from the onslaught.
His hands spread your asscheeks open, and you felt the spit hit your tight ring of muscle, making you gasp when you felt his thumb tease the hole, applying steady pressure, before pushing in knuckle deep. You moaned at the fullness, his hips still keeping pace.
“You like that,” he grunted. “My dirty fucking girl. Want you to come.”
His other hand moved to your front, circling your clit.
“Come. Now,” he ordered.
And you did, everything he was doing to you causing the coil to snap, euphoria exploding through your body as you screamed his name, cunt clenching hard around him and soaking him with your come.
“That’s fucking it. Give me another.”
He worked you through your high, and then he was building you back up again, his thumb moving in and out of your ass while his hips kept pushing in and out at a punishing pace. Gasping moans were spilling from your lips, his arm around your torso, holding you up on shaky legs.
There was that tightening in your abdomen, your toes curling, hands clenched tight.
Finally, you toppled over the edge with a loud moan of his name as the pleasure coursed through you, feeling like you were floating, wave after wave of ecstasy flowing in your veins.
You could hear the wet suck of your pussy, how soaked you were, and feel your slick dripping down your thighs.
You vaguely heard Dave say something, but it didn’t register. You were too blissed out.
His thumb left you, a sharp sting of a slap to your ass, making you jolt and focus.
“Do you want another?” He asked again through gritted teeth.
There was no way you could come again.
“No,” you gasped out.
“I’m going to fuck you full of me. Do you want that? Want me to fill you up?”
“Yes, yes,” you moaned. “Please.”
He kept going until thrusts became erratic, blanketing his front against your back, as he ground his hips, coming with a guttural groan in your ear. You felt his cock jerk and pulse inside you, filling you with his release as he kept grinding, panting against you until finally, he stilled.
Heavy breathing filled the room for moments as you both came down, and then you felt lips behind your ear, kissing at the sensitive skin.
“Knew you wanted it,” he murmured.
“Shut up, David,” you grumbled.
“Mm, you’re feisty tonight. Let me come home with you; I’ll fuck it out of you.”
“We literally carpooled. You live in my spare bedroom.”
“More like your bedroom these days.”
“And you fucking love it.”
“I do,” he agreed.
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Nothing Sweeter
summary: Oberyn’s in town, and you’re dropping everything to see him.
rating: E (18+!! This is smut. Unprotected p in v (wrap it up), oral sex (f receiving), creampie (it’s Oberyn), breeding if you squint (Oberyn, again), it all happens against a window, so semi-public sex, (1) bite, dirty talk, praise, feelings)
pairing: Modern!Oberyn Martell/f!reader
word count: 2300+
a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for @s-stark, who requested Oberyn Martell and “I want to fuck you right against this window so everyone can see how good you take it.” This is a modern au. Oberyn and reader are winemakers, and I did my best. Ya girl did a lot of googling, so I apologize if I messed up anything. Imagine this is the GOT universe but modern, so there’s still Dorne and Westeros. This is my second time writing Oberyn, so please be gentle. Shoutout to @juletheghoul, who did a quick look over. Any mistakes are my own!
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs appreciated!
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You weren’t dating Oberyn Martell, but you were definitely more than just friends. Friends with benefits didn’t accurately describe your relationship either. Fuck buddies seemed too impersonal. Lovers, maybe.
There really wasn’t a name for what you had—two people so in love with each other, who fit so perfectly together and would drop everything to see the other at a moment's notice. That was the thing, though, if you both lived in the same city, or hells, the same country, there could be more than whatever this was, which was you throwing all of your plans for the weekend out of the window because Oberyn was in town on business.
You’d met five years prior at a winemakers conference, the best from all around the world meeting up for a week to discuss the industry. You’d just taken over a lot of duties from your father, and it had been the first time you’d gone. You met Oberyn, sparks flew, and next thing you knew, the conference was forgotten, and you’d gotten very familiar with the inside of his extravagant room.
It had been the start of something, the two of you meeting whenever you could, talking and texting whenever you couldn’t. You’d both fallen in love, but the timing had never been right, the two of you too focused on work.
He told you on the phone he was staying in some swanky hotel downtown—which made sense; it was Oberyn, after all, living his life of luxury as a co-owner of one of the most prestigious wineries in the world. It hadn’t surprised you when you found yourself exiting the elevator of said hotel into the penthouse suite.
Oberyn was waiting for you, dressed in black slacks and a beautiful yellow patterned sweater, smiling broadly.
“My love,” he greeted, taking long strides to get into your space, his large palms coming up to cradle your cheeks as he looked at you lovingly. “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” you replied, your hands landing on his waist.
He kissed you then, tenderly, softly, until he needed more and deepened it, swallowing your moan as your tongues moved together in a practiced dance. Arousal was pooling in your belly, feeling your panties becoming wet, knowing what was to come.
Oberyn tasted like wine—a red, something with a powerful fruit character, spice, and some acidity—Dornish Red, you thought.
A hand slipped down your front, palming your breast over your dress, his lips moving along your jaw and down your throat, making you moan when he sucked at the skin.
“Dornish Red,” you panted. “A newer vintage, though you tried to trick me into believing it was older. I’m almost positive it’s from the year we met—you worked magic on that vintage getting the tannins to weave so seamlessly it makes it seem years older.”
You were very familiar with the wines he made and other competitors. You were an oenophile—a wine connoisseur—you loved making it, too.
He chuckled, head lifting to look you in the eye.
“There’s no tricking you, my love.” He kissed you. “Now, you taste extra sweet. Ice wine, no? From the fruit and citrus, I’d think Essos, something from Braavos. But the bodiness of the grape tells me it’s Northern—you made it. You’ve gotten adventurous, darling. Tell me you brought a bottle.”
You grinned.
“Of course,” you said. “In my purse,” your head tilted down to indicate the bag hanging on your shoulder.
Oberyn immediately pulled it down your arm and set it on a nearby cushioned chair.
“We’ll have a glass after I’ve gotten my fill of you. Nothing sweeter than the taste of your cunt on my tongue.”
Your core throbbed at his words.
“Gods, Oberyn,” you moaned. “I’ve missed you.”
“And I you.”
His mouth was back on yours, hands all over your body, groping your breasts, then moving to your ass. They went up, expertly undoing the zip of your dress. You grabbed at the hem of his sweater and pulled it up, Oberyn lifting his arms to help you get it off, the garment being tossed aside. Quickly, your dress was shed, his pants were removed, leaving you in your lingerie, and him completely naked except for the gold necklace hanging around his neck.
“A goddess,” Oberyn mused as he took in the red lace, eyes roving all over your body. “Better off, I think.”
He kissed you again before he stripped you of the rest of your clothes, his mouth finding yours again as he started walking you through the suite.
The living room boasted floor-to-ceiling windows, offering views of the streets down below and other skyscrapers. The sun had already gone down, and the city was alive with the lights glittering brightly outside.
Your back hit the glass, warm on this summer evening, his hands moving down your body, palming your breasts, before one was trailing down to the apex of your thighs, his mouth still on yours.
He slid two fingers through your slit, making you moan as he felt your wetness.
“Already wet for me,” he murmured against your lips. He circled your clit, shooting a jolt of pleasure through you. “I need to taste.”
He kissed along your jaw, down your throat and chest, laving at your nipples, before he continued lower, crouching in front of you. His hand grabbed one of your legs, lifting it, bending your knee to set on his shoulder and open you up to him.
“Look at that,” he said, rubbing his fingers through your folds. “Perfection.”
Your eyes were on him, watching as he leaned in, gasping when you felt his tongue against your sensitive flesh.
Oberyn was a generous lover, the kind of man who loved to give and made every encounter an experience you’d never forget. He knew what he was doing. He’d done it enough times, with many, many different partners, that he could take you apart in a record amount of time.
He licked away your slick, sliding his tongue through your slit before he pulled your clit into his mouth and sucked, making you tremble. He worked his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking, causing that coil in your stomach to wind tighter and tighter, moaning as he built you up. Your hands were in his hair, holding on as he worked you over, his nose nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
The coil finally snapped, and you came, pleasure coursing through your body as you moaned his name, trembling on a shaky leg, his hands keeping you up. He worked you through your high until he was moving out from under you, rising and kissing the breath from your lungs, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his lips. You could feel him hard against your stomach, and you ached for him.
“Tongue as talented as ever,” you mused, voice muffled, as he continued to kiss you.
His hands moved down your body to grab your ass.
He pulled back to look at you with a smirk.
“Let’s see if other parts are still as talented,” he replied.
He moved quickly, stepping back to spin you, pressing your front against the pane of glass. Oberyn moved so he was flush with your back, grinding his hard cock against you, feeling his necklace cool against your skin.
“Here?” You gasped.
He leaned in his mouth against your ear.
“I want to fuck you right against this window so everyone can see how good you take it, my love.” He nipped at your earlobe.
You moaned, at his words, cunt clenching hard around nothing. The anticipation was swelling up inside of you, feeling your arousal coating the insides of your thighs.
“Please,” you gasped.
“Anything for you,” he purred.
He was moving, stepping back a little and grabbing your hips, pulling them with him, his hand smoothing over your spine to bend you forward, your upper body and hands resting on the glass.
You felt his hard cock slide through your folds, wetting himself, and then he was notching at your entrance, and you both moaned as he pushed in, the size of him splitting you open.
Even after doing this countless times before, it still took your breath away with how he stretched you open. He bottomed out, and you felt so full, clenching around him and making him groan.
“I’ve missed this,” Oberyn said, voice deeper. He leaned forward to kiss your shoulder, his hands holding your hips. “Take me so well.”
“Move,” you moaned.
“With pleasure,” he replied.
He started slow, moving in and out of you, not wanting to rush anything, allowing you both to just enjoy how good it felt. Your mind was a haze of pleasure as he filled you over and over again, his cock sliding against spots that had the muscles tightening in your abdomen, working you up as you moaned and praise spilled from his lips at how good you felt.
Oberyn knew your body—knew you needed more to get you to your peak. He sped up, long, hard strokes that had your mind blanking, only focused on how good he was making you feel. You were winding tighter, hearing the slap of his hips and the wet sound of your pussy taking him, Oberyn grunting as he moved in and out of you.
You were getting closer, could feel yourself close to shattering. You were gasping out moans, toes curled, a sheen of sweat all over your body. It was heavenly, loving every moment of having him inside you and being reunited.
He moved in closer to you, his hips continuing to move, as his hand went to your front, and down to your center, circling your clit with his fingers. His mouth was at your ear, panted breaths tickling it.
“Are you going to come, my love?” His words coming out breathy and raspy. “Are you going to soak my cock and squeeze me?” You moaned. “I know you’re almost there,” his fingers sped up. “Come for me.”
That was it. You were coming with a shout of his name, cunt clenching hard, feeling yourself gush around him. Euphoria washed over you, tingling through your limbs, as you felt like you were floating, Oberyn the only thing keeping you standing.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He kissed your shoulder. “I’m going to fill you with my come, make you drip with me,” he groaned.
“Yes,” you moaned.
He started chasing his own high, hips moving faster, his lips on your spine, hearing him grunting with the exertion. It wasn’t long that you felt teeth sink into your shoulder, his hips grinding as he came with a deep rumbling groan you could feel against your back. He spilled inside you, painting your insides as he kept moving, fucking it as deep as possible, until he finally stopped, his lips moving over your skin, kissing you while his hands rubbed along your sides.
It took you some minutes before you could speak.
“Your cock is as talented as ever,” you said, the sound coming out breathy.
He laughed, his hand coming up to turn your head, leaning in to kiss you at the odd angle.
“I’ll take you to bed and show you just how talented it is,” he said, looking you in the eye, his gaze showing the promise.
“I hoped you would.”
“First, I must tell you something, my love.”
You frowned.
“Post-sex confessions? I’m worried.”
“No, no, this is good news.”
“Okay..?”
“I’m retiring, of sorts.”
“You're forty-five.”
He frowned.
“It wounds me to hear it said out loud.”
“Oberyn, you’re still young and my god, you fuck like you’re in your twenties.”
That made him smile.
“A talented cock, you said.”
“And tongue,” you added. “While we’re at it, your fingers deserve some recognition, too.”
He moved a hand to your breast, rolling a pebbled nipple between said fingers and making you gasp, eyes closing for a moment.
“Mmm, yes, my fingers, too.”
“Oberyn,” you looked at him. “We’re getting sidetracked. What did you need to tell me that couldn’t wait for us to be in a location that wasn’t me naked and against a window?”
“Right, sorry, darling.” He gave you a sheepish smile. “I’m stepping down from my position at the winery for Doran’s daughter, Arianne, to take over. I’ll be more of a mentor for a few years, only helping when needed, and then I’ll fully retire.”
Your lips turned down in a frown, stomach beginning to twist.
“So, you won’t be traveling?”
If he didn’t travel, you wouldn’t see him.
His eyebrows furrowed.
“You are not understanding.”
“Then explain.”
“Work will be no more, and I can be with you. Go wherever you go,” he smiled.
Your eyes rounded.
“What about the girls?” You asked. He had his daughters.
“The older four are busy with their own lives, and the youngest split their time with Ellaria and me. They’ll be with me some of the time—is that okay?
He looked a little nervous, and you didn’t know why. You’d met his children on multiple occasions and loved them, dearly. Ellaria had even welcomed you with open arms, quite literally. They’d separated the year before Oberyn, and you met but still remained good friends and co-parents.
“Of course, that’s okay, Oberyn. I love them—you’re a package deal.”
He smiled brightly, and it took your breath away.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too. Wait, does this mean we’re dating?”
His eyebrows knit together, a confused look on his face.
“Is that not what we’ve been doing?”
You laughed.
“In our own way, I guess. It was a silly question.”
There’d been no one else since Oberyn, and you had a feeling there’d be no one after, either, because he was it for you.
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