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Honey (javier peña x fem!reader)

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javier peña x f!reader Word Count: 6.5K (she’s long, oops) Rating: E

Summary: Javier is spending the holidays with you and your family, and he's feeling nervous about meeting them for the first time. Will he pass the test? And the real question: can this Texan handle the cold weather?

Warnings: established relationship, parental cockblocking (separate bedrooms), flirting, fluff, feelings, softness, talks about corrupt law enforcement, descriptions of violence and death of a child, brief insecurity, descriptions and flashbacks of explicit smut, size kink? (javi’s huge - duhhh) sexual banter & sexual innuendos, pet names, slight jealousy/possessiveness, semi-public horniness (some sexy hot tub action), praise, mentions of f!masturbation, dirty talk (we love filthy javi), fingering, implied sex, javi being perfect, did I mention lovesick javi?

A/N: That new PP picture destroyed me. That is all. Also is this a Christmas fic or just a fic that happens to be during Christmas time?(yes, this is a die hard reference)

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Somewhere Really Fucking Cold

Spending the Christmas holidays with your family had been... an experience. First off, it was fucking cold where you were from. Snow everywhere. Javi felt like an idiot since he was pushing 40 and had never seen snow before. It was like Mother Nature decided to throw a winter wonderland just to mess with him. You couldn't help but giggle when he tried to drive in the snow with the car rental. His concentration was intense, but the occasional slip and slide of the car had you stifling laughter. Eventually, you insisted on taking over the wheel. With a smirk, you gently nudged him aside, confidently maneuvering the car through the snowy streets.

Your parents were a bit more conservative, so they had you sleeping in separate bedrooms. While Javier felt like your father respected him, your very tall and intimidating father still made it very clear that no man would sleep with his daughter under his roof unless he were her husband. So, every time you kissed him goodnight the last three nights before heading to your respective rooms, he realized how much he hated sleeping apart from you. It was driving him crazy. His cock was throbbing. While 72 hours didn’t seem like a long time – it felt like a fucking eternity to Javier.

It wasn’t just the sex he missed; it was the little things he had grown so accustomed to. The way you would nestle your head in the crook of his neck, the soft weight of you against him. He missed the scent of you—your shampoo, a light floral fragrance that always lingered in his nose long after you left a room. Your body lotion, a sweet, comforting smell that wrapped around him like a warm hug. Javier rolled over again, frustration bubbling beneath his skin. The bed felt too big, the silence too loud. He missed the way you would sigh contentedly as you drifted off, the rhythm of your breathing lulling him into sleep.

This whole separate bedroom thing was a new kind of torture considering you two practically lived together in Bogotá at your place since he barely spent any time in his apartment anymore. He brought you back to Laredo for Thanksgiving and thankfully Chucho didn’t believe in any of this bullshit. Javier fucked you in his bed every single night covering your mouth with his large hand to muffle your sounds. One day, while Chucho ran an errand, Javier kissed and nipped along your body until he reached the inside of your thighs to spread you open and had you screaming louder than he thought possible. He had your entire body shaking after you came all over his face, hot and perfect and gushing just as he had wanted.

Because if there was one thing Javier loved more than the sensation of sinking himself into your perfect cunt, it was watching your face and hearing your sounds while he made you feel good. He was selfish, so utterly consumed by desire that he couldn’t help but want to ruin you for any other man. You had done the same to him; there was no other woman who could compare to you, no one who could make him feel this alive, this desperate.

Javier kept thinking about how different this was from his usual Christmas. Usually, he just stayed in Bogotá alone drowning his thoughts in cheap whiskey. But not this year. He was here for you, and if that meant braving the cold and dealing with your parents' rules, so be it. Your family also seemed to love Christmas. The house was a festive wonderland, decorated with meticulous care and overflowing with holiday cheer. The living room was dominated by a towering Christmas tree, its branches adorned with twinkling lights, shiny ornaments, and a delicate star at the top. The scent of pine filled the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked cookies from the kitchen.

Javier leaned back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling of the guest bedroom, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. He met you exactly a year ago, the memory surged, a flashback that felt as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

The air was thick with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses in the bustling bar where he had found a seat that night. He remembered the moment he first saw you. You were sitting at the end of the bar, clad in scrubs that hinted at the long hours you had just put in.

He had just settled onto a barstool, his drink in hand, when he noticed how you absentmindedly stirred your cocktail, your gaze lost in the depths of your glass as if searching for answers. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant conversations around you, laughter bubbling up from groups of friends celebrating life. You were a stranger, but he couldn’t shake the urge to find out what was troubling you.

After a moment's hesitation, he summoned his courage and approached you. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, giving you a warm smile that he hoped would lift the weight on your shoulders. You looked up, surprised, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of something—curiosity, perhaps?

"Sure," you replied softly, your voice barely rising above the din of the bar.

He introduced himself, and you did the same, your name rolling off your tongue like a melody. They say that first impressions matter, and in that moment, he realized you were completely out of his league. Not only were you drop-dead gorgeous, but as the conversation flowed, he learned that you worked for Doctors Without Borders.

Javier noticed the immediate change in your demeanor as he shared his line of work. The light in your eyes dimmed slightly, and he could see the tension in your shoulders tighten. It was a subtle shift, but it didn’t escape him. "I work for the DEA," he had said, trying to keep his tone light, but he could feel the air shift between you.

You cringed, your expression morphing into something that resembled disappointment. It was as if he had dropped a heavy weight between you, one that made the air feel thick and stifling. "Oh," you replied. You could feel the warmth creeping onto your cheeks, and you forced yourself to look at him, feeling the need to explain. "I’m not the biggest fans of cops," you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could catch them.

He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. "I get it. I’ve heard worse,"

Your expression remained serious, and it made him feel like he had to work harder.

"Sorry, I have a terrible poker face. I didn’t mean to insult your job," you continued, your voice laced with embarrassment. You took a sip of your cocktail, the liquid seemingly doing little to wash away the awkwardness that had settled between you.

"Look, it’s not that I think all cops are bad," you started. "But I’ve just dealt with a lot of dirty cops at work,"

Javier’s brow furrowed slightly, and you could see a flicker of understanding in his eyes. You continued, your words flowing more freely now as you delved into your experiences. "When you’re working in conflict zones, you start to see how corruption seeps into every layer of society. I’ve seen my colleagues get betrayed, patients denied help because someone decided to play both sides. It’s heartbreaking, and it makes it hard to trust anyone in uniform."

You paused, gauging his reaction, and he was listening intently. "I had this one patient, a little girl who was caught in the crossfire of a drug-related shootout. We did everything we could to save her, but she didn’t make it. And then I found out later that the cops who came to the scene were more interested in covering their tracks than helping anyone. They didn’t care about the little girl at all. It’s just... it’s infuriating."

As you spoke, you could feel the memories of that day flooding back. "I guess I just see the world differently now. It’s hard to look at law enforcement without that lens, knowing that some people wear the badge but don’t embody its ideals," You looked down at your drink, swirling the last of your cocktail as you fought to keep the emotion from spilling over. "I know it’s not fair to judge you based on that, but it’s just been my reality."

Javier’s usual confident demeanor softened slightly, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar. "Look…I get it. Trust is a tricky thing,"

"But here’s the thing," he continued. "I’m not here to change your mind or prove you wrong. I just want you to know that not all of us are out here to exploit our badges. Some of us genuinely want to help."

He tilted his head, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "I mean, I can’t promise I’m a saint. I’ve made my fair share of questionable decisions, but I like to think I’m on the right side of this fucking mess most days."

You stared at Javier for a long time, your eyes searching his face as if you were assessing every word he had just said. He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous under your gaze. It had been a long time since a woman had made him feel this way. He shifted slightly in his seat, his heart racing a little faster, and he found himself wondering what you were thinking. The silence stretched on, and he realized that he genuinely cared about your opinion of him, more than he had expected.

Then out of nowhere, you said, "You’re handsome,"

Javier raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting comment,"

You tilted your head slightly, clearly unbothered. "It's a fact," you insisted, your confidence unwavering. "I’m just pointing out a fact. You’re handsome."

"Well, if we’re stating facts, then I’d have to say that you’re.... stunning," he countered, his gaze steady and sincere.

You scoffed lightly, rolling your eyes. "You’re just saying that,"

"Not at all," he replied, shaking his head. “I mean it. It’s hard not to notice,"

Your blood rushed to your ears at his compliment, but you couldn't help but let a bit of insecurity seep into your thoughts. A guy who looked like Javier probably went for women who were knockouts, the kind who turned heads wherever they go. You, on the other hand, felt more ordinary in comparison.

And then like nothing had happened, the two of you spent another hour talking. When it was time for Javier to close out his tab, he didn't just take care of his own. Without a second thought, he picked up yours as well.

"You’re definitely not what I expected when I walked into this bar."

"And what were you expecting?" you inquired.

"I don’t know," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"So, what’s next? Are you going to take me back to your place, or are we just going to keep flirting all night long?" The question hung in the air, daring him to respond.

Javier’s eyes darkened with intrigue, as he leaned closer, the space between you charged with even more sexual tension. "Now that’s a bold question,"

"I guess I’m a bold woman," you said, your voice a little breathless. With that, he extended his hand, and you took it without hesitation, feeling the warmth of his palm envelop yours as you two walked out of the bar together.

And now… here you two were a year later. A one-night stand that had somehow become so much more.

With the capture of Pablo Escobar that occurred last year, your parents and brother naturally had a million questions for Javier, and honestly, who could blame them? It’s not every day you had a DEA agent at the dinner table.

"Javi was just promoted to the ranks of Senior Executive Service as the Special Agent in Charge of the San Francisco DEA office," you said with so much pride in your voice at dinner the next night.

"So, you’re moving to San Francisco?" your brother asked Javier.

"We’re moving to San Francisco in February," you emphasized.

Javier couldn't help but grin at the implicit confirmation of your shared future. Your family, well, they were coming around… slowly, especially your father, who had given him the 'I’m watching you' stare of fucking doom during this trip.

"Wow, that’s impressive," your father chimed in, a hint of approval cracking in his voice.

"Thank you, sir," Javier replied, with a tone so respectful it could put a priest to shame. "It’s a big step, but I’m excited for the challenge." He could feel your eyes on him, and quite frankly, that was the only challenge he cared about—keeping you by his side.

"So, do you have a place lined up?" your mother asked, sounding all too eager.

Javier exchanged glances with you, and you gave him a subtle nod. "Actually, we’re looking at a few options together," he replied, feeling your hand brushing against his under the table. "Most likely Oakland. Gotta keep her commute to Berkeley from turning into complete hell,"

Your fellowship match was at Berkeley. After completing your pediatric residency, you spent a few years with Doctors Without Borders in Colombia. Now, you needed to complete a two-year fellowship. You were happy to finally be near the finish line of your MD journey.

What you didn’t know was that Javier had spent months working to secure a placement in the San Francisco office. The original promotion was for him to lead the Caribbean DEA office, but he requested San Francisco instead. He assured his bosses that he would be willing to move to San Juan once you completed your fellowship. He was fucking whipped, and everybody knew it, and he didn’t care. He would have gotten a new job if he had to.

Your brother raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile creeping onto his face. "You guys are really serious, huh? Moving in together already?"

Your father cleared his throat, the atmosphere shifting slightly as he leaned back in his chair. "Well, as long as you’re both on the same page about this," he said, shifting in his chair like he was about to give a TED Talk on Relationships 101. "I think it’s important to take things seriously."

"We are," you interjected with a bit of fire. You were a grown woman and didn’t want your family spooking off Javier with all this questioning or commentary.

"I’m excited you’ll be in San Francisco," your mother said, glancing between you and Javier. "You two will be closer. Colombia feels so far," she added with a wink, her tone lightening the mood around the table.

Javier felt a rush of affection for your mother at that moment. The way she embraced your relationship made him feel accepted and valued. It was a relief to know that considering your father was still giving him the side eye. It was nice to know he had at least one fan in the room.

He could see how her words eased the tension in your shoulders. As dinner came to a close, the clinking of utensils faded into the background, replaced by the sound of laughter and light conversation. You began clearing the table as your family settled in the living room to watch Die Hard and debate for the millionth time if it was a Christmas movie or not. "Hey, Javi… I think we should take a dip in the hot tub,"

Javier furrowed his brow, looking like he’d just solved a complex math problem. "The hot tub? In this weather? It’s freezing outside,"

"Oh, come on!" you giggled, leaning in closer to him. "It’ll be fun. Just imagine the contrast of the hot water against the cold air—it’ll be an experience you won’t forget. Plus, I’ll keep you company," you added with a wink, nudging him playfully.

His expression softened as he studied you, the corners of his mouth twitching into a reluctant smile. "Oh really?"

"Yes, Mr. Texas. Trust me! I did this all the time growing up and I do it every year during the holidays. Besides, it’s not like we’re going to be out there for hours. Just a quick soak to enjoy the snow and the stars,"

After a moment of hesitation, Javier sighed, a smile breaking through. He could never say no to you. "Alright, you win. But if I freeze to death out there, I’m blaming you,"

"You’re so dramatic," you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair. "Let me put on my swimsuit,"

His eyes crinkled at the corners, a wide grin spreading across his face before his tongue invaded your mouth for a panty-dropping kiss. "Now that part I’m excited for,"

When you finally emerged from your room, Javier's breath caught in his throat. You appeared, clad in a sleek yellow swimsuit that hugged your curves perfectly. The fabric clung to you, highlighting ever enticing dip and swell. He couldn't help but be captivated, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight. It was also the first time in days he was seeing you in something more revealing than your usual attire.

"Wow," he breathed, trying to sound nonchalant, but he could feel his cheeks warming. "You look incredible." He ran a hand through his hair, and damn if looking at you didn’t leave him feeling like a teenager trying to impress his crush.

"Just wait until you see me all wet in the hot tub," you winked, and it sent his mind spiraling.

He quickly turned to the bathroom to grab his own swimsuit, trying to shake off the stirring desire that was growing between his legs.

Once changed, he stepped out of your house and into the cold air, the chill biting at his skin. He glanced over at the hot tub, the steam rising in gentle wisps against the backdrop of crisp, starry night. The hot tub was nestled in a corner of the yard, surrounded by a blanket of freshly fallen snow that sparkled under the soft glow of the outdoor lights. The snow-covered yard looked like a winter wonderland, with every branch and surface dusted in white.

His gaze quickly fell back to you, who was already dipping your toes into the bubbling water with a playful splash that sent droplets flying, glistening like diamonds on your skin. Javier swallowed hard, trying to focus on the calming sound of the bubbling water rather than the way you looked.

"Come on in, the water's perfect,” you said once you submerged yourself.

As he stepped into the hot tub, the heat enveloped him, and he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. But the real heat came from the way you looked at him, the way you were so effortlessly beautiful and perfect. It always felt like he could get lost in your eyes, and the world around him faded away.

You moved closer to him, the space between you shrinking until you were practically pressed against him.

"See? This isn’t so bad, right?"

"Not bad at all," he replied, his gaze locked on yours. "In fact, I think it’s perfect."

"Well now… I just think you're just saying that," you challenged playfully, splashing a little water in his direction.

Javier grinned, splashing back, and what started as a playful exchange quickly turned into a full-blown splash war. As the playful splashes continued, Javier reached out and, with a swift but gentle motion, pulled you back against his chest, your body fitting perfectly against him. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed soft kisses along your back and neck.

"Javier…" you murmured, feeling the way his lips brushed against your skin, giving you goosebumps. His kisses were tender, almost reverent, and you could feel the way he savored the moment.

He nuzzled against your neck, his hands sliding around your waist, holding you firmly but gently. "You’re so beautiful, honey,"

When you and Javier first started dating, you imagined him calling you 'babe' or 'baby,' the kind of terms that rolled off the tongue with casual affection. But as your relationship blossomed, it became clear that Javier was anything but typical.

His favorite term of endearment for you was 'honey.' At first, it took you by surprise. It was sweet and old-fashioned, conjuring up images of warm kitchens and cozy moments. But every time he said it, your heart did a little flip. The way he pronounced it, with that deep, smooth voice of his, made it feel unique and special. It felt like he had crafted it just for you.

'Honey' was more than just a word; it was a promise of care and tenderness. Each time he used it, you felt an undeniable giddiness bloom inside you, like butterflies taking flight. It was a reminder that you were cherished, that he saw you as something sweet, something precious. You loved how it sounded, how it rolled off his tongue with such ease, and how it made you feel—completely adored.

You leaned back into him, allowing yourself to melt against him, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against your back, the gentle lapping of the water around you providing a soothing backdrop. "You’re making it hard to think straight," you admitted.

Javier chuckled softly, his lips trailing up to your ear, where he planted a teasing kiss. "Maybe... I want you to lose your thoughts just for a little while."

You let out a soft sigh, the warm jets of the hot tub bubbling around you and the closeness of Javier making it easy to forget the worries gnawing at the back of your mind. But as you settled against him, you couldn't shake the thought of your father’s disapproving gaze, the way he seemed to scrutinize every move Javier made.

"Javi…" you began, your voice a bit more serious as you turned to face him, the water rippling around you. "I’m sorry about my dad. I know he can be… intense. But I swear that he likes you!"

"Intense? Is that what we’re calling it?" he replied sarcastically.

"I just really miss you… next to me at night," you admitted, chewing your bottom lip in thought. "I hope him banishing you to the guest room hasn’t pissed you off,"

Javier shook his head, his expression softening as he looked at you. "Of course it hasn’t. I understand where he’s coming from. He’s just being overprotective," he shrugged.

You nodded, but the worry still lingered in your eyes. "I just don’t want this to create any distance with us,"

He tilted his head. "Distance? Honey, the only distance between us right now is the space I’m trying not to attack with my hands." He smirked, his fingers trailing lightly up your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Javi," you protested, trying to keep a straight face, but your heart raced at his touch. "This is serious!"

"Okay, okay," he said, feigning a dramatic sigh as he released his hold on you, leaning back slightly. "Tell me more about this 'missing me' thing. I’m intrigued."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you splashed him again, laughter spilling from your lips as he flinched, grabbing your wrist to stop you. His hand slipped under your bikini top skimming the underside of your breast. "I miss you too," he sweet-talked as his eyes dropped to your cleavage.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you murmured.

"Please do,"

"Remember the first night we met?"

"How could I forget?" Javi replied, grounding his hips against your clothed cunt, letting you feel the evidence of his desire.

Of course, he remembered. You were both a sweaty sticky mess by the end of that night…

When you two finally made it to his place after you two aggressively made out in his car, you pushed him down to sit on the edge of his couch, and you slowly started to sink to your knees. You wrapped your hand around him and brushed your thumb over the head of his cock, eliciting a throaty groan from him in response. He watched you lick his shaft, swirl your tongue along his tip, and then you dove in to complete your task by taking him down your throat. You gagged a few times, not being used to having something so fucking big in your mouth and kept pushing him forward into your mouth trying to stroke any part you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

The sight of you on your knees, glancing up, teary-eyed with your perfect mouth wrapped around his cock was too much for Javier. So, he pulled you off him which resulted in a wet 'pop' sound in his living room, and he let you know he wanted to come inside of your pussy instead.

He told you to get on your hands and knees, his hot breath moving down to your aching center, his tongue flicking up your clit before taking a long lick all the way back down, moaning into your pussy. He thought you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. It was messy how he ate at you from behind, it was relentless, and you felt your slick smearing into his mustache as he kept licking and sucking like a man possessed until you felt your orgasm overtake you, softly crying out his name and flooded his mouth with your wet release. Then you felt the head of his cock, thick and swollen with arousal at your entrance, and he filled you with one heavy solid thrust, both of you crying out at the tight fit.

He found purchase on your ass, grabbing it, as he relentlessly pounded into your pussy, watching himself slide in and out of your wetness. He was filling you to the absolute brim with every roll of his hips and you let out a high-pitched whine every time he slammed into a devastating spot that you didn’t even know existed — it was truly blinding bliss.

Needless to say, your orgasm washed over you… traveling all the way down to your toes. Your spent cunt clenching so hard around him that his grip on your ass tightened as he let out a strangled groan, spilling inside of you and coming so hard he nearly passed out.

You spent the night.

And he woke you up in the middle of the night to fuck… again.

And you woke him up in the morning to fuck... again.

"I’ll admit," you continued, your voice small, "even though I was the one who made the first move that night, I had never had a one-night stand before."

The confession caught Javier off guard. "Seriously? Never?"

You had been so comfortable that night. It was as if you were a book he had just begun to read, each page revealing something new and thrilling. Javi smirked as he thought about the expression "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets." It suited you perfectly. You had a grace about you, a sophistication that drew people in, yet there was an undeniable wild side that came to life when you were naked. It was one of his favorite things about you—your ability to be completely unrestrained when you two were alone.

You shook your head, a hint of shyness creeping into your expression. "I was always so scared in the past to go home with a stranger," you admitted. "I’ve always preferred to sleep with men I know or have been on a couple of dates with,"

As you spoke, Javier's expression shifted subtly, a flicker of something dark and possessive flashing in his eyes. He didn’t mean to feel this way, but the mere mention of other men always stirred something primal within him. The thought of you with someone else, even though it was before him, made his stomach twist with jealousy. Every single time.

"So, why did you come home with me that night?"

You hesitated for a moment, your gaze dropping to the water as if searching for the right words. When you looked back up at him, there was a softness in your eyes that made his heart go ga-gunk. "I don’t know… there was something about you that made me feel so safe."

Safe.

The word echoed in his mind, and it stirred something deep within him.

Safe.

It was everything he wanted to be for you.

Safe.

For a man who had spent most of his life surrounded by danger and uncertainty, the idea that he could be a source of security and comfort for you meant everything to him.

"I’m glad you felt that way." He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your soft skin.

You smiled then, and it lit up your face. There was an undeniable magnetism about Javier that made you feel invincible. It was as if the world around you disappeared, and all that mattered was the connection you shared. He had this way of looking at you that made you feel like you could do anything and be anything. And he made you feel like that the first night you two met.

Especially in the realm of intimacy, Javier was different from anyone you had been with before. With him, there was no judgment, no hesitation. His enthusiasm filled you with a sense of freedom you had never experienced.

In the past, your previous boyfriends had often been dismissive when it came to your needs. They would shy away from conversations about orgasms, fantasies, or new experiences, making you feel as though you had to conform to their comfort zone. But with Javier, it was the complete opposite. It was as if your desires were a map, and he was eager to explore every uncharted territory with you.

There was no shame in your desires; instead, there was a shared enthusiasm, a playful exploration of what brought you both pleasure. Javier made you feel safe, not just in a physical sense but emotionally as well.

His eyes flickered with a hint of seriousness, and he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. "You know I’m in this for the long haul, right? No matter what your dad thinks,"

While your father hadn't outwardly said it, you knew that Javier had passed the 'test'. Your dad was a tough man to impress, but Javier had won him over. It was a silent approval.

"You really mean that?" you asked, your voice barely rising above the gentle splashes of water cascading from the jets.

"Absolutely. I’m not going anywhere, honey. You’re it for me."

The sincerity in his beautiful brown eyes made your stomach flutter. You reached up to cup his face, feeling the warmth radiating from him, contrasting with the cold air around you. Droplets of water clung to your fingertips as you caressed his cheek. "Good, because I don’t want you to go anywhere either,"

Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his in a hungry kiss, all teeth and tongue, your hands exploring the hard planes of his sexy chest as water splashed around you, droplets flinging off your bodies. He sucked your bottom lip into his warm mouth, and a moan escaped your lips as you pulled him even closer, feeling the jets of the hot tub thrum against your back.

He pulled away to catch his breath. "I love you. Eres mi vida. You know that right?" He kissed down your jaw, his lips trailing kisses along your neck, squeezing your ass firmly. You’re my life.

Javier often struggled to find the right words, because the truth was, words had never been his strong suit. Words felt slippery in his mind, elusive like smoke. But in moments like this, he didn’t need elaborate sentences or grand declarations. The intensity of his feelings radiated through each touch and glance, a language all on its own.

You could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he held you as if you were something precious, something he feared losing. "I know," you breathed, your heart racing as his lips brushed against your skin. "I love you too. Siempre." Always.

He brought his lips back on yours and your tongue traced over his lower lip, and he took that as an invitation to intensify the kiss. You gasped for air when he finally tore his lips away to start placing butterfly kisses on your neck. His hands gripped your hips, and you threw your legs around his hips, grinding yourself against his pelvic bone, the friction and pressure in the water making you feel dizzy.

"Is this where you want me, honey? My cock right here?" he groaned, continuing to shove himself against you, making his point unmistakably clear.

"I touched myself last night," you moaned, feeling his fingers trace up your thighs, his eyes darkening with desire at your admission. The warm water splashed around you, droplets flying as he tangled with the fabric of your bikini bottoms. "Thought about your mouth and your fingers." You felt him hook his finger on the side of your bikini bottoms as if he were about to pull them down. "And your cock buried deep inside of me," you said shakily.

"Mierda," He spit the word out, groaning, and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, slowly down to your collarbone and pressed his teeth against you. Shit.

Javier suddenly pulled back, as he created distance between you, his hands resting on your shoulders, but not pushing you away harshly—more like he was trying to ground himself.

"Honey, you’re killing me," he said, his voice strained, a hint of desperation threading through it. "We can’t… Your family is inside." Javier’s eyes darted back toward the house, half-expecting to see your father peering out of the window, arms crossed, eyebrows raised — and with a fucking shotgun.

"Javi — "

He cut you off. "I’m just saying, I’d rather not end up as a cautionary tale at family gatherings. 'Remember that Javi guy? Yeah, he’s the one that got buried in the backyard'…"

You leaned in closer, letting your lips almost graze his. "I told my mom to take my dad and brother out for a while. They left when you changed into your swim trunks… and they won’t be back for hours."

The fact that you had orchestrated this moment—planned to have him all to yourself—sent a thrill through him. You dirty fucking girl...

A low growl escaped his throat as he pulled you even tighter against him, the warm water swirling around your bodies as droplets cascaded down your skin. "Oh really? Then I might just have to remind you how much I’ve missed you too,"

"And how do you plan to do that, Mr. DEA Agent?"

He leaned in further, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Let’s just say I have a few 'interrogation techniques' that involve lots of skin-on-skin contact.”

You bit your lip, excitement coursing through you. "I’m all yours, then,"

"All mine," he promised, his hands finding their way back to your waist, pulling you flush against him. "But be warned, once I start, I might never want to stop."

"Good thing I’m ready for a long night," you said while taking off your bikini top and throwing it at Javier’s face.

His eyes widened in surprise, but a devilish grin quickly spread across his face as he caught the fabric, water splashing around you both in a riot of bubbles and droplets.

You felt a rush of adrenaline as he tossed the bikini top aside carelessly and stared wolfishly at your breasts. "Oh, is that how you want to play?"

Suddenly, his fingers slid between your legs, deftly hooking the material of your bikini bottoms aside as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your head fell back against the edge of the hot tub, and you struggled to keep quiet with all your panting and moaning.

"Fuck, Javier," your voice cracking as the water bubbled around you.

He brought his lips to your ear and nipped on your earlobe. "Gonna let me fuck you out here?"

"Yes, ungh, please, I need you so badly," you begged, his words sending an intense gush of arousal to your core.

He wanted to hear you scream his name, to know that you were completely his in this moment. He continued to bring you mindless pleasure as his fingers worked inside of you. His thumb brushed against your clit and your hips bucked against his seeking fingers in the water. "Can’t wait to fuck you full of me and fill up your perfect pussy,"

"Oh, god yes!" you gasped breathlessly.

His fingers curled upward hitting a spot so deep inside of you while he used his thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit. Maybe it was the fact that this was happening in the hot tub or maybe it was because it was happening outside, but you realized your body was responding faster than you had anticipated when you felt the pressure building in your belly.

"Javi, I’m so fucking close," You cried out tangling your fingers in his hair and twisting his curls as you desperately moved against him.

Javier watched you, the way your body responded to his touch, every gasp and moan escaping your lips making him feel like a fucking stud. He loved the way your face was contorting in pleasure, how your eyes were fluttering shut because of him. Each sigh… each whimper was like music to his ears. He wanted to etch this moment into his memory, to brand himself into your very essence.

"You’re doing so good, honey. Such a good fucking girl,"

"Javi, J-Javi, Mmm, Javi!" was all you were able to say, and you were shaking feeling your orgasm coming.

He was getting worked up at the sight of how needy you were for him, every thrust of his fingers sending ripples through the water. Javier felt like his cock was going to break through his swim trunks. "C’mon baby. Let me fucking hear you. Give it to me,"

Then, suddenly, you were there, clenching around his fingers so tightly, your head thrown back and fingers clutching at his shoulders, screaming out his name. Water splashed over the sides of the hot tub, glimmering droplets cascading down your skin.

"Look at that, that’s it, that's it, honey. You’re so fucking perfect," he marveled.

"That felt so good," you mumbled, completely blissed out.

"You were right, this whole hot tub in the snow thing is fun,” Javier said smugly, as he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw, inhaling your scent greedily. You buried your face into his shoulder, dragging your fingernails around the back of his neck, the water still splashing gently around you.

Javier had a question he wanted to ask your parents before you two left back for Colombia—a question he had been thinking about ever since he acquired his mother's ring from Chucho during Thanksgiving. He knew you didn’t believe in the traditional notion of a man asking a father for permission; you had once stated how outdated that custom felt. Yet, despite this knowledge, Javier felt compelled to uphold the tradition, if only as a gesture of respect.

Also, because next year when he visited your family, he fucking refused not to sleep next to you. So, he might as well make you — his wife.

But right now, he had a more pressing issue to tend to.

And that was making you come… again and again in this hot tub (and maybe defiling your childhood bedroom) before your family returned.

The real Javier Peña is fascinating, so his career mentions that I have in this story are based on the real-life Javier!

#fic recs #god I loved this #need me some javi p #javier peña

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