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as someone who is shy by nature and wears glasses too - I feel so so seen. and to top it off, javi p??? hell yessss

Blurred Lines (javier peña x f!reader)

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javier peña x f!reader Word Count: 3.7K Rating: E

Summary: Your eyeglasses break in the middle of a coffee shop, leaving you struggling to see. A kind stranger offers to help you home. Once you reach home and put on your spare glasses, you catch a clearer glimpse of your 'savior'...

Warning: meet-cute, shy-ish reader, nerdy!reader (imagine reed richards in female form level of intelligence), reader has glasses (also wears contacts), intimidated javi, fluff, flirting, petnames (cariño), language, smutty thoughts and allusions

A/N: This is my submission for the for the writing through the seasons challenge, hosted by @guiltyasdave. & @sizzlingcloudmentality. I hope I did this right. I got Javi in the summer and my prompt was: a kiss-you-at-red-lights kinda love. I’m thinking this story is set in the late 90’s / early 2000’s. Also, let’s blame all the F4 promo for this random story I decided to write.

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Houston, Texas

What were you doing… letting a stranger take you home like this? You couldn’t tell if you were being rescued or if you had just stumbled into a true crime documentary. Sure, it was broad daylight, and he seemed nice enough, but wasn’t that what they always said about Ted Bundy? Maybe you should've asked him if he had a penchant for serial killing before getting into his car.

It was Sunday. You were at your favorite coffee shop, where they also served the best matcha ice cream. Just as you handed over your money for a delicious cone, a clumsy woman barreled into you. In an instant, your beloved ice cream went flying, splattering across your sundress. To make matters worse, your glasses slipped from your nose and clattered to the floor, shattering into pieces. The woman didn’t even stop to apologize; instead, she shot you a rude glare and huffed, "Watch it!" before storming out of the shop, leaving you in a sticky mess.

You fumbled around on the ground, desperately trying to collect the broken pieces when a deep, soothing voice asked if you needed help. "I can’t really see without my glasses," you admitted, feeling flustered. The fuzzy blob of a man chuckled gently and replied, "Don’t worry, I can guide you."

After the man parked, you made your way to the apartment complex, the sun beating down mercilessly. The clatter of your broken glasses echoed in your mind, a reminder of the chaotic moment that had brought you to this point. The man beside you seemed to sense your unease, his hand gently guiding you through the entrance of your apartment complex. He led you through the entrance, the cool air washing over you like a welcome embrace.

As you climbed the steps to your floor, he stayed close, offering silent support as you ascended, his hand occasionally brushing against the small of your back, a gesture that felt both reassuring and oddly intimate.

Once you reached your door, you turned to face him. The man—Javi, you had learned his name during the car ride when you two exchanged names—stood there, with what looked like his hands tucked casually into his pockets. You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing with thoughts of what was next, but you found yourself blurting out an invitation, "Would you like a glass of water?"

Now you were inviting the man inside your home. What the actual fuck was wrong with you? But… it was sweltering in Houston right now, the kind of heat that made the air thick and hazy. Offering a glass of water felt like the least you could do to show some appreciation.

You couldn’t really see his facial expressions and took his silence as him declining your offer. "I-I mean, it’s hot out, and you helped me out today. I really appreciate it. I don’t know what I would have done without you,"

"Honestly, that sounds nice. Feels like I’m going to melt out there," he finally managed.

You fumbled with your keys, trying to shake off the nerves that accompanied your spontaneous decision. As the door creaked open, you stepped inside, gesturing for him to follow. You hurriedly made your way to the living room, rummaging through a drawer for your emergency pair of glasses. You slid them onto your face, and the world around you came into clearer focus. The familiar weight settled on your nose, and finally you turned to take a good look at Javi.

For the past twenty minutes, he had been just a blur of features, a vague presence. But now, as your vision sharpened, he came into focus, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. He was insanely handsome. Movie-star level. A teasing smile danced on his lips, revealing a charming dimple that made you feel a little lightheaded.

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness washing over you. You wrinkled your nose. The thick, chunky frames felt like a spotlight, drawing attention to your features in a way that made you feel embarrassed. The ones that broke at the coffee shop were a sleek stylish pair, they usually made you feel more confident and put-together. But here you were… stuck wearing your emergency pair, in front of the most attractive man you had ever seen in your life.

Why did you have to fucking run out of contact solution just when you needed it most?

"Nice to finally see you," attempting to mask your nervousness with a light chuckle. Fuck, he was really hot.

His eyes locked on yours, piercing and unrelenting. "Nice to finally be seen, I guess,"

"Sorry, my place is sort of a mess. I just moved here from DC, a few weeks ago," you said, your eyes darting around the room as you watched him take in the cluttered space. The interior of your apartment was modest but cozy��books piled on tables, plants in different corners, and the faint aroma of the jasmine candle you had lit earlier.

His gaze lingered on a chalkboard that dominated one wall of the living room, covered in complex equations and diagrams. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he glanced past it and caught sight of your bras and panties airdrying in the dining room.

"L-laundry day," you stuttered, wishing you could just vanish into thin air.

"Quite the choice of décor," he teased, raising a single eyebrow at you.

You cringed, mortified, and you noticed that he quickly turned his focus to your coffee table, where a jumble of photographs laid scattered, some overlapping. You were in the process of scrapbooking a present for your parents’ upcoming wedding anniversary. They were going to throw a big party in a few months.

"So, what was in DC?" he asked, clearly unfazed by your embarrassment.

"Spent some time at NASA headquarters over there," you said, trying to sound nonchalant but feeling the weight of your glasses slipping down your nose.

"NASA, huh? What kind of work do you do?"

"I’m an aeronautical engineer at the Johnson Space Center," you replied, straightening your glasses.

"Aeronautical engineer? What’s that mean?" he leaned in, head tilted and eyebrows knitting together in curiosity.

"I optimize the aerodynamic efficiency of spacecraft by analyzing fluid dynamics to reduce drag and improve lift-to-drag ratios. By using computational fluid dynamics simulations, I assess boundary layer transition and control surface deflection to enhance overall performance metrics."

He stared at you like you had two heads, confusion etched across his face. "Can you run that by me again in plain English?"

You felt your cheeks heat up, embarrassment flooding in. "Oh my god! I’m so sorry," you cringed, wishing you could disappear. "I mean, my job is basically about making spacecraft fly better and more efficiently by studying how air moves around them using special computer programs."

"Don’t apologize for being fucking smart, cariño. So, you’re basically a rocket scientist?"

Cariño. Dear.

You chuckled nervously, adjusting your glasses again, feeling like you were teetering on the edge of boring him to death. "Not at all,"

Javier's gaze drifted back to your chalkboard. "Seems like you’ve got a lot going on up there," he said, tapping his temple lightly.

You cleared your throat. "Let me get you that water," you said, making your way to the kitchen. You filled a glass with water and turned back to find Javi still standing.

"Here you go," you said, handing him the glass. "Please sit down, make yourself comfortable." He took it with a grateful smile, and you felt a flutter in your stomach as he took a sip, sitting down on your couch, his eyes still locked onto yours.

"Thanks,"

You nodded as you perched on the edge of the armchair opposite him. "So, Javi," you began, "what do you do for work?"

His demeanor shifted slightly, a subtle tightening of his jaw as he set the glass down on the coffee table, the ice clinking softly against the glass. "Nothing interesting," you noticed the way he leaned back slightly, legs spread wide apart, crossing his arms over his chest. "I work for the DEA,"

"DEA? That sounds interesting,"

"It’s not as exciting as it sounds," Javi shrugged. "Trust me,"

Just as you were about to speak again, Javi's beeper buzzed on the coffee table, snapping both of you back to reality. He glanced at the screen, reading the message. "Sorry, I need to take this,"

"Of course,"

With a groan, he eased up onto his feet. As he stood, you bit your lip, watching him type out a response, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. When he finally looked up, his eyes gravitated back to yours. "Thanks for the water. It was nice to meet you,"

You stood as well, smoothing down your dress as if it could somehow make the moment feel less awkward. You felt a flutter in your chest as he leaned forward, extending his hand toward you. It was a simple gesture, yet it caught you off guard. You blinked, momentarily surprised by the formality of it all. Was this really happening? Here you were, in your apartment, sharing a moment with a hot guy who had come to your rescue, and now he was reaching out for a handshake, as if you were a colleague or a business acquaintance. It felt like a punch to the gut.

His hand was warm and firm as you took it. You could feel the strength in his grip, and his hands were huge. It made you wonder if other certain parts of him were big too…

"It was nice to meet you, too," you managed to say, your voice slightly breathless, as you shook his hand.

Then, just as quickly as it had started, he released your hand, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I’ll let you get back to your day,"

Javi turned to head toward the door, and you felt a pang of disappointment at the thought of him leaving. Maybe it was just the heat, or perhaps it was the sudden realization that this handsome stranger had stirred something within you that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

As Javi reached for the doorknob, he paused and turned back to face you. "Hey… I just wanted to mention…" Your heart raced at the prospect that he might ask for your number. A million thoughts raced through your mind—what if he wanted to see you again? "your front lock is about to come off the hinges."

"Uh, what?" you stammered, heart sinking as you processed his words. "My—my lock?"

"Yeah," he continued, tipping his head in the direction of your door. "It looks like it’s been loose for a while. You should definitely ask your super to fix it,"

"Fix it?" you echoed, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. "Oh, right! Of course, safety is, um, really important," You felt your words tumble out in a rush, clumsy and awkward. "I mean, I—I’ll definitely ask him to fix it."

"I mean your neighborhood is pretty safe. But you never know," he said scratching the back of his neck in a way that made him even more endearing.

"Right, right! Totally. I mean, I wouldn't want a stranger barging in… that would be, um, really bad." And then, as if the words had a mind of their own, you added, "I just really need to get naked and take a shower, anyways, since you’re leaving—"

Unable to suppress the smirk threatening to break free, his lips parted slightly, caught somewhere between a grin and a stifled laugh.

Your brain caught up with your mouth. "I mean—I just—uh, you know… the ice cream," you pointed at the stain on your dress. "So, I thought I should... you know, clean up!"

He smiled, wetting his gorgeous lips with his tongue, "Ah, I see. Well, just make sure the door is locked, cariño, before you—uh, get all… clean."

"Y-Yeah! Of course!" you blurted, managing a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Thanks again for everything, really. For giving me a ride home and… all of it."

His lips curved into that dimpled smile again. With a final wave, he stepped out into the hallway, leaving you standing there… and wanting to crawl into a hole.

You also tried not to think about how good his ass looked in those tight jeans as he walked out.

Javi flicked the ash from his cigarette, watching it drift away like a tiny comet, and let out a low, satisfied sigh. He had always been a man of action, confident in his abilities to handle high-stress situations and dangerous missions. But you—he couldn't get you out of his mind. Damn, you had him all twisted up inside. It had been a week since he last saw you, and the image of your beauty and brilliance wouldn’t leave him alone. Or his cock. He might have thought of you the last time he touched himself…

You were intelligent. Not just intelligent—you were a fucking genius. He hated himself for doing this, but the day after meeting you, curiosity got the best of him, and he pulled your background information. He felt like he had crossed a line. Maybe. But he couldn’t help himself.

He took a drag from the cigarette, the smoke swirling around him as he wrestled with his thoughts. He learned that you were originally from New York. You studied physics at UCLA, completed a master’s degree at Stanford in aeronautical engineering, and earned your PhD at MIT. You recently had published research on the thermal and structural impacts of aerodynamic forces during atmospheric re-entry, providing recommendations for material selection and heat shield design. What the fuck did that even mean? NASA had even honored you with some award for engineering excellence or some shit.

Every bit of information he learned about you only deepened his sense of inadequacy. There was no way someone as accomplished as you would be even slightly interested in him. The memory of shaking your hand replayed in his mind—he felt like a fucking moron. Talking to you about your fucking lock? What was he thinking?

What did he have? A mediocre job at the DEA, and a shitty past he wasn’t proud of. His time in Colombia had changed him. Returning to the United States had been hard.

Javi flicked the remainder of the cigarette down to the ground and crushed it under his boot. He ran a hand through his hair, before entering the coffee shop. He approached the counter, glancing up at the menu. "Just a black coffee, please,"

The barista nodded and began preparing his order, while Javi shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glancing around the café. It was busy, but his gaze landed on a corner table where he noticed you. You were engrossed in writing in a journal, a pen dancing between your fingers as you scribbled away. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow around you, illuminating your features in a way that made him momentarily forget how to breathe.

He felt a tug of courage and pushed away from the counter, making his way toward your table. As he approached, you looked up, and that spark of recognition lit up your face.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than he intended. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your glasses.”

You blinked, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into your expression as you touched your face. "Oh, uh… yeah. Contacts today."

He leaned against the table, a smirk playing on his lips. "You look beautiful, you know. With or without your glasses."

Your cheeks heated, and you ducked your head, a shy smile breaking through. "Thanks, that’s really nice of you to say."

There was a moment of silence, then, and you hesitated before speaking again. "I’ve been coming in here every day… hoping to see you. Is that lame?"

Javi had always been aware of the effect he had on women. He could usually read the flicker of interest in their eyes, the way their bodies would shift slightly closer when he spoke. But with you? It felt different. Your shy smile, the way you averted your gaze, your flustered voice… a thrill surged through him—at the thought that he could make you of all people feel that way.

"Not lame at all," he replied, his voice dropping a notch, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "Honestly, I’ve been avoiding this place because I was nervous about bumping into you,"

"Really?" you asked, surprise dancing in your voice.

"Yeah. Didn’t want to make a fool of myself again."

Javi's dark gaze drifted down to your journal, where intricate diagrams and equations sprawled across the pages that looked a lot like your chalkboard.

"Work?" he asked, dragging his thumb across his lower lip.

You glanced at the pages. "Uh, yeah, I'm working on a new prototype," you began, your voice working faster as the words tumbled out. "We’re testing it, but all the simulations have tanked recently. I’m just trying to figure out what’s going wrong. It’s been so frustrating."

As you rambled, you caught Javi’s pressing his mouth into a tight line, probably thinking, 'Wow, look at this nerd go!' Then it hit you that you were spiraling into a boring fucking monologue, "God, I’m sorry, I’m blabbing. This is probably the most riveting thing ever, right? I mean, uh, I know this is all really sexy," you waved your hand dismissively over the pages, trying to suppress a snicker.

"What did I say about apologizing, cariño?" he stated, sharp and demanding. His authoritative voice made your panties become impossibly wet.

"And it is. It’s very sexy," he winked, his eyes shamelessly flicking down your body quickly. You were wearing another one of those sundresses that was making him fucking insane.

And it was sexy. He found your passion attractive.

"Javi," you said, rolling your eyes.

His cock twitched for a minute at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth. "What if I told you that the best enchiladas of your life were just a quick ten-minute drive from here?"

"Really?" you replied, lifting your eyebrows.

"Mmhm," he hummed.

You laughed, feeling a flutter of excitement at the thought of sharing a meal with him. "Alright, I’m in. But you better not be exaggerating. I have high standards when it comes to enchiladas."

"Trust me, cariño, you won’t be disappointed."

You couldn’t help but smile as he gently pulled you to your feet and you put your journal in your bag. He quickly grabbed his coffee to-go and together, you walked out of the coffee shop. He walked you to his truck and opened the passenger side door for you. You slid into the seat, feeling the soft leather envelop you, and he closed the door gently before rounding the car to get in on his side.

As he settled behind the wheel, you both exchanged a glance, and for a split second, it felt like the world around you faded away. Javi turned the key in the ignition, and the engine purred to life, filling the silence with a satisfying roar.

You found yourself stealing glances at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. After a few minutes of driving, you began to notice the way Javi’s fingers drummed lightly against the steering wheel in time with the music playing softly in the background. Your eyes wandered around the cabin, and that’s when you spotted it: a familiar eyeglasses case resting on the dashboard. You realized that Javi had probably forgotten to give you the case when he dropped you off home.

You reached for it, and as you opened the case, your heart skipped a beat. Inside were your glasses—the very ones that had shattered on the coffee shop floor. But they were fixed. The lenses gleamed in the sunlight, perfectly intact.

"Wait a minute…" you stammered, disbelief washing over you. "Are these my glasses? How did you—?"

Javi shifted in his seat, a slight flush creeping up his neck, clearing his throat. "Yeah, um…" He hesitated, running a hand through his curls. "I had them fixed. I thought you might want them back."

"Fixed?" you echoed, still trying to process the kindness behind his actions. "But how did you even…?"

"My aunt’s an optometrist. I asked her to replace the lenses. I didn’t want you to have to spend more money on a new pair. I know how expensive it can be."

Your jaw dropped. "Javi, this is… incredible. You didn’t have to do this,"

"It was no big deal,"

But it was a big deal. It was the nicest thing anybody had ever done for you. And you couldn't shake the warm feeling growing inside you at the thought that he had been planning to return to your apartment just to bring them to you.

"Thank you," you said softly. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you quickly blinked them away. "Really."

The truck rolled to a stop at a red light, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. He turned to you, his dark eyes searching for yours. Without fully realizing what you were doing, you leaned in closer, the distance between you shrinking until there was nothing. His breath caught as your lips brushed against his, a gentle, tentative kiss, as if you were testing the waters with him. Javi's reaction was instantaneous; his hand instinctively moved to cradle the back of your neck, deepening the kiss and savoring how you chased his mouth with yours.

The light turned green, but it didn’t matter. He kept kissing you, tongue pushing between your teeth, lost in the moment, as the honking grew more insistent around him. He could hear the frustrated yells of the drivers, but all he could focus on was you—the way you tasted, the softness of your lips, the way your body melted against his, and how right it felt.

He couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on from just a fairly innocent kiss.

Finally, with a reluctant sigh, he pulled back, eyes roaming your face appreciatively. "I don’t mind making them wait a little longer if you don’t,"

You were breathless, practically laughing as the cars passed you, some people flipping you off. "Take me home. Let’s eat the enchiladas after,"

"After?" his lips travelled to your neck, leaving a trail of wet, messy kisses along your throat as he playfully nipped at your jaw with his teeth.

You whined, the sound high and keening. "Yes. After… after you fuck me,"

He grinned, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. "You’ve got a dirty mouth, cariño,"

You giggled as your fingernails dragged lines into his shoulders, and you moved forward to place a delicious kiss on his mouth.

He had stumbled into something unexpected. Somehow, this felt like dangerous territory, but he was okay with that.

And though a thousand alarms blared in his mind, he wanted to dive headfirst into whatever this was. And he was pleasantly surprised when he returned to your apartment to discover that you weren’t as shy as he thought—quite the opposite, in fact.

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