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The plot:

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Day 11 of Narcoctober- Create a non-visual, non-fic fanwork: quiz, game, playlist, incorrect quotes.

[at Horacio's funeral] Javi: places his hand on the headstone and sobs Javi: How could you do this to me? We are so understaffed. Javi: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do” how are you guys feeling? Trujillo: I’m in between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat captain america” but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger.” Murphy: Probably “road work ahead.” Carrillo: I speak multiple languages and this is none of them. Felix: You know, guys are kind of scared to talk to y– Maria: Good. Connie: Thanks to Steve, Olivia has taken up swearing. Connie: Yesterday, she referred to bedtime as a ‘fucking crisis.’ Pacho: I’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual Javier: I think you made them anxious. Steve: Oh yeah? Well that’s because they’re all a bunch of bitch ass white boys. Javier: I hate to break it to you, but you’re also a bitch ass white boy.

Maria: The term girlfriend implies the existence of of a girlfoe. This is a service I am willing to provide.

Rafa: People say “forgive but dont forget”, but I forget but dont forgive Rafa: I’ll be walking around town like I don't know your name but I know a BITCH when I see one

[gunshot] Amado: So sorry, new ringtone.

Javier: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism. Carrillo: And you came to me?

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Scathed (Javier Peña) Chapter 1

Javier Peña x OFC

Rating: Mature

Description: "No one who went through it, even the survivors, came out intact.” - Walt Breslin

Javier and Emily experienced the drug war on different fronts in very different ways. Maybe, they're what the other needs to heal.

Warnings: non descriptive non-con; references to non-con, abuse, manipulation, underage; grooming, age gap. Notes: No Javi in the first chapter. please don’t hate me. Lots of crossover with Narcos: Mexico (This chapter is all Narcos: Mexico.) Also on AO3 under the same title. Pen name: emilythepemily Words: 1,994

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Journal Entry April 8, 1990

 It’s been a year since his arrest. 365 days without him. I should feel better. I should be relieved. I should be happy, but I feel more anxious than ever. It was supposed to be easier without him. I used to dream about getting away, how good it would be, but I feel 10 times worse. I wake up to nightmares all the time. I wake Mateo up constantly. It’s getting harder to get out of bed in the morning and fall asleep at night. Dad thinks I should go to a therapist. He says it’ll help. I’m not sure anything can help me.

  The bed dipped. Her muscles tightened. He wasn’t supposed to be home tonight. He was supposed to be in hiding, not with her, not putting her children at risk. He claimed innocence, but she knew. Emilia had known for a long time who he was. Who he truly was, but it was too late by the time she learned the truth. Her mother was gone, some grand scheme of his no doubt. She had no friends back in the US to miss her. Her father had been cut out of her life long before she stepped foot in Mexico.

Yet, it terrified her to think of what would happen if he got caught. She was dependent on him, a known monster. She’d take the known over the unknown in a heartbeat. She could handle him being on the run. She even enjoyed it. It meant she was still protected by him, but didn’t have to be with him. Emilia wasn’t naïve anymore. She realized one day that running will stop. He would get arrested. He’d be exonerated. He’d be a free man. Emilia knew he wouldn’t be killed. His survival instincts were too strong for that, but she wasn’t sure she would survive him.  His hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts. “Miguel, please not tonight.” She rarely protested. It’s never worked. 

“I’ve been gone for months and this how you welcome me back?” His voice had roughened over the years, his chain smoking taking its toll. The softness he used to use with her disappeared a long time ago. She once treasured his touch. That was a lifetime ago.

His hand continued. She didn’t try to stop it. It was easier this way. If she complied, there wouldn’t be bruises to conceal in the morning. She rolled to her back. He hovered above her, her shorts at her ankles. His other hand snaked up her shirt. It was easier this way. He kissed her jaw. His unkempt face scratched hers. Emilia opened her legs. He pulled down his pants. She turned her head to stare out their balcony doors. He didn’t turn on any lights. Good, no reflection to look past. The stars were bright, something to focus on. It was easier this way. 

He spooned her when he finished, making it impossible to move. He whispered in her ear. Emilia tuned it out, still focused on the stars. She used to treasure these moments a long time ago. He used to treasure Her. Now she was just a possession, something he owned. 

Emilia was 16 when they met. He was 38. He had been charming, and her mother, ever the opportunist, didn’t bat an eye when he started showing interest. Mary saw the Hotel Americas and practically tucked Emilia into his bed. It had seemed romantic at the time, the biggest thing to happen to her. 

His grip loosened just enough. She slipped out of his grip. The bathroom tile was cold on her feet. It welcomed her. The shower was hot. She washed him off and out. She couldn’t get pregnant. Having another baby would kill her. She was certain of that. She loved her three. They were her light in the darkness, but there couldn’t be anymore. She stood under the water until it ran cold and then slunk back to bed.

... Emilia’s toes curled against the cool grass the next morning. She was in the garden, her sacred space. Around the corner, Miguel played with Miguelito and Alejandra. Mateo lay in a laundry basket cushioned by a blanket, cooing and shaded from the sun by the fence. She smiled at him before turning back to the flower beds. The weeds had started to overtake her flowers.  

It was days like this when she was almost able to pretend things were normal. Her hands were buried in cool soil. It grounded her. This patch of dirt was hers. It may have been the only thing she had ownership of in life. Miguel liked to remind her that nothing was hers, not the kids, not her life, not even her own damn body. But this little patch of dirt, made her feel human. She could almost feel a little like herself before Miguel. 

Emilia’s ears pierced from a shriek that made her blood run cold. Unfamiliar voices called out. Her shovel dropped into the dirt. Men filled the backyard, guns fixed on Miguel. Her eyes scanned frantically for her children. 

“Mami!” A cop backed into the little girl. She stumbled. Screaming out, she scraped her knee. Emilia pushed past several cops to scoop her up. 

“I’m here, Mija.” She held her close, but Alejandra continued to scream in fright.

“Get your fucking guns off them!” Miguel yelled. 

She looked up. Miguel was up against the wall. She could feel the officer right behind her. She held Alejandra close, making sure her head was tucked inward, buried in her chest. It barely muffled the girl’s repetitive screaming. 

Miguel repeated his words. “She doesn’t know anything! She’s not a threat!” The officer only pushed him further into the wall. 

Calderoni, Emilia recognized him from a brief encounter years ago, gave a nod for the officer to lower his weapon. She dared to look behind her. The cop kept an eye on her but held his weapon by his side. 

Miguelito struggled against the hold of another cop. The officer received a solid kick to the shins and a bit hard enough to break the skin. He broke free. 

“Miguelito, here!” Emilia yelled, her hand brushing her son’s. He ran right past her. 

“Let papi go!” Miguelito yelled. He was restrained by another officer. He thrashed about. His song of protest joined Alejandra’s in deafening harmony.   

“Miguelito, go to your mother!” It was stern and short. 

He stilled instantly. The cop let him go. He glanced between his parents. Emilia could tell he desperately wanted to rescue his father. The father and son shared a look. Even at 5, Miguelito knew when his father meant business. He turned to Emilia. She held out her free arm to him. He came running.

Emilia was never able to recall exactly what happened next. It was a slow-motion, dream-like sequence filled with Alejandra’s haunting screams, Miguelito’s pleas to do something, and the feeling she was outside of her body. But she could perfectly recall, frame by frame, looking up and making eye contact with Miguel as he exited her life forever. 

The yard emptied. A few officers turned their attention to the house. Two stood watch at the gate door. 

She looked Miguelito over. No visible marks. “You let them take him!” He pushed her with such force that it knocked him onto his behind. 

“Miguelito…” She reached for her son.

“No!” He dodged her. Tears streaked his cheeks. “Stay away! I hate you!” He pulled up his knees and cried into them.

Emilia let it roll off her back. She lifted Alejandra, brushing her hair back. Her screams had been reduced to small whimpers. “Shhhhh, it’s okay sweetheart.” She rocked her. 

“Papi?” She tried to look around. 

“I’m here. Don’t worry. Everything will be okay.” Emilia quelled the questions rising inside her. Would everything be all right? 

Juana, the housekeeper and nanny, emerged from the house, followed by one of the officers.“Señora, what happened?” Emilia just shook her head. She didn’t have an answer to that. 

Calderoni entered the backyard, making his way straight toward her. She handed Alejandra to Juana. “Take them inside. Pack them each a bag. They can pick one thing to go with us.” She knew they wouldn’t be coming back. It felt inevitable. The nanny nodded and quickly gathered both children, ushering them inside with the promise of sweets. Calderoni gave his men orders to let them through. 

Emilia wiped her face. Her cheeks were damp. She didn’t know when it had happened. She squared her shoulders and stood firm in front of the comandante. “What’s a gringa doing with Felix?”

“What are you going to do with me and my children?”

He looked shocked. Like she was going to answer his question. Like she had an answer. “Do you have any family?”

“No.”

“Nobody in America?”

“I have nobody but my children, comandante.”

“What was your name?” She heard it, not what is your name, but what was… What was? That was a very good question. It felt like a lifetime ago. She wasn’t sure her lips could form the sounds. She felt disconnected from that girl.

“Em- Emily Kuykendall.”

His eyebrows furrowed, surprise sprinkled across his face. “Relation to Jaime Kuykendall?”

The name floated across her lips. It flashed through her mind, her stepmom calling her dad by that name. Her stepmom had been from somewhere in Mexico, she scraped her brain to remember where, but couldn’t. She’d been 7 years old the last time she saw them.

“Jaime- James Kukendall? You know him?”

“Yes, he worked the DEA office in Guadalajara until ’85.” Her heart sped up. He’d been so close those first couple of years. “What’s your relation?”

“He’s my father.” She could hardly believe it. “Do you know where he is?”

“I think I do.” He nodded. “Gather what you need. You’ll come with us.”

Juana emerged with Alejandra and Miguelito. Both wore their backpack. Ale clutched her stuffed bunny. They looked so tiny. Juana handed her a suitcase. “Everything you and the baby will need.”

Fuck. Mateo. She glanced over to the basket at the far end of the yard. His little fists moved above him. He was safe. He wasn’t crying or fussing. Her heart rate eased. She wouldn’t have left without him, she knew that, but even momentarily, she had forgotten about him. 

Juana looked at her with understanding in her eyes. She’d been with them through so much. She’d delivered Alejandra and Mateo. She’d seen the bruises, heard the screams, and she’d protected the children from it. Made sure they would never be scared or scarred by their father’s temper. In many ways, she’d been Emily’s only friend in Mexico. 

She wrapped the older woman in a hug. “Thank you, for everything.”

“You made it through, mija.” 

Tears sprung in her eyes. “You’ll be ok?”

“Of course, there’s always work to be found. Do not worry about me.” She touched Emily’s cheek. 

Emily knew this would be the last time she saw Juana. She wished for words, but there where none.

The woman handed her a sling. Emily took it and walked across the yard to her baby. She peered into the basket. He contently sucked on his little fist, blowing bubbles and kicking his feet as content as can be. She breathed a sigh of relief. He’d stayed this way throughout the screaming and chaos. Emily would never understand how. She picked him up. He squealed. She couldn’t help but smile, kissing his chubby cheeks. 

She tucked the infant into the sling. He snuggled against her. His sweet, contented noises continued.  She grabbed Alejandra's hand and reached for Miguelito’s. He pulled it away, refusing to look at her. He marched toward the waiting car. Emily helped her daughter into the car. She took one last look at the house. Juana waved. Emily slid into the vehicle. She didn’t look back.

Chapter 2 >

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Narcos & Narcos Mx: Smut alphabet masterlist

About this writing challenge

Fun fact, I had no plans to do any writing challenges. I hit the wall of burnout last month and finally am feeling mostly ready to be back. I'm easing my way in. I've been reading fics for this, and have some saved for later this month.

There I was, just being a reader and bam, I wrote a one shot. Now I've done a few. Here is the masterlist, you can also find all of them on my narcos & narcos mx masterlist, by name.

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Horacio Carrillo

Day: 7/11 ~ Prompts: K, knocked up

Secrets in the night

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Enedina Arellano Felix

Day: 7/12 ~ Prompts: L, Luxury, Lingerie

Desire

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Judy Moncada

Days: 7/13 ~ Prompts: M, make me forget about him/her/them

Like old times

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Javier Peña

Day: 7/10 ~ Prompts: J, Jealousy, “just shut up already”, mirror sex

A bad idea

More to come

David Barron - upcoming

We shouldn’t be doing this

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Narcos / Narcos Mexico- La Vida (Fem-OC)

Isa Marina Ramos Bayona was the daughter of Lupe Christian Ramos Bustos y Maria Pita Bayona Solorzano. She was their perfect daughter, always striving to learn more and truly study in school. So, when Isa had gotten approved for a student visa for a university in Texas, they weren't all surprised. They were, however, surprised to find that she'd be an art student studying film, of all things. Her parents couldn't fathom what she could film, that could ever possibly earn her enough money to make a living. However, they were proud anyway. They supported her as her father took on to growing what Americans know as 'weed', otherwise known as marijuana to try and help support Isa and her dreams of American schooling. What Isa didn't know couldn't hurt her, right? Right?

Within her first year of university, she made friends with all the officers in the city. They seemed to love her respect for the law even as an immigrant, along with her very outgoing and kind personality. Her English was what caught them off guard. She barely had a Spanish accent when speaking in her second language, though to her, it was less an accomplishment. Her parents had introduced her to many white foreigners when she was younger. They always loved taking her around with them as they visited different parts of Mexico, allowing them a translator and her parents a free babysitter. These white couples would teach her more and more English as she grew up, and in turn, she would speak on their behalf, so they didn't get overpriced merchandise and translate for them.  To Isa, this was embarrassing to talk about, so she simply didn't. 

It helped when she was in Texas that she already knew english. It helped when she was able to learn the Texas Accent when she traveled around. It didn't help that when she was so... extraverted. It led to her meeting many people. Many of them police officers. She loved making new friends and feeling like she herself was a good person because the people she surrounded herself with were good people too.

She was never very outgoing in her hometown. Sinaloa was never the best place to be so talkative. She stayed with her parents and helped around the house when she wasn't studying. But in Texas? She was able to go on dates, and most of the time, the men asking her out were the police officers she made friends with along the way.

Within her first year of being a film student, she'd made a documentary about Police Officers. Focusing on their traumatizing experiences within interviews, she was able to make a masterpiece regarding their mental health and the stigma around them. While living in America, she was able to appreciate their law enforcement. How their system worked and how much they truly had to go through that most civilians couldn't understand. She pitied the officers for having to see so much death. For having to compartmentalize everything they witnessed on a daily basis.

In her second year, she was home sick. Ready to get her associates degree and go home. Her homesickness didn't discourage her from falling in love with one Officer Thomas. She thought he was kind. He had the prettiest blue eyes and fluffiest blond hair. After many dates and sleepovers, she'd finally shown him pictures of her parents waiting back at home for her. They'd joked about a 'zombie apocalypse' and what they would do. What she wasn't expecting was for Officer Arthur Thomas to joke about how she should leave her family for dead. How her parents were fat and only he would truly be able to protect her. She felt disrespected and disgusted by his words as she plastered a fake smile on her lips paired with a fake laugh. Though it seemed he never noticed. She was glad to be going home. Ready to avoid any more Gringo's and their bad humor. The disrespect they think is normal.

Not long after she got her associates degree, she practically ran away back to mexico with a note to Arthur that she didn't think they were a match. A giggle as she had thought about how she had written it with his own pen and paper, left in his mailbox, her name signed at the bottom with her signature 'xoxo'.

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'Papa?' I ask as I close my car door and walk up to the front entrance of the house.

Silence is all I'm met with as I open the squeaky door. Concern filling my eyes as I look at the door on its hinges.. Mama would've forced mi papa to fix that by now. She'd always hated unnecessary sounds, made it a habit to either fix it herself or force my father to make it stop.

Slowly I walk through the house looking for them. Anxiety filling my chest as the only thing I can hear is the creaking of my steps against the old wood floors.

It wasn't long until I was outside again. My eyes on the vast land of my parents farm. It looked destroyed. Dead. Deciding against being in the dark, I walk out into the farmland.. Minutes of searching stretched to an hour... two hours. Until I found them. Laying there holding onto each other... their bodies covered in bullets. My eyes filling with tears as I scream out in agony. My daddy... Mi mama....

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I didn't take long to ensure they had a proper burial. Who knows how long they'd been there in the field like that? I held a sense of disgust I never realized I could hold for 'Authority'... The towns people who came to the funeral whispering about how Soldiers were killing and destroying all marijuana farms they'd found.

Let me explain this in simple words. A hatred grew in me that day. A hatred that made me want to prove to everyone that those of us from nothing, can be something powerful and great.

This is where my story truly began, its a story of guns and violence. Blood and gore. Love and war. A woman with a camera, me, and a thirst for more.

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What form of love do you embody?

Got tagged by @rindemption tyty <<3 to do this quiz

LOVE AS HUNGER love as ravenous desire, love as something fragrant and home-built. When florence welch said "we all have a hunger" When jenny slate asked "who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?" When violet trefusis wrote "I want you hungrily, frenziedly. passionately. I am starving for you..." When anne carson asked "what are we made of but hunger and rage?"

*bite bite bite bite bite* i know yall dont know much about this boy (and tbh neither do i) but he has some lore regarding love and 0|-< oh boy it fits

LOVE AS LIGHT love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden. When mary oliver wrote "light of the world hold me” When charles bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” When david viscott said “to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides” When e. e. cummings said “lovers alone wear sunlight”

again it couldn't be anything else, sunshine boy, only knew love for most of his life then ofc i traumatize him but he finds himself again and T-T my baby son

Tagging @saevus-brutalis, @wraithsoutlaws, @noirapocalypto and @nw-art no pressure at all ofc ofc

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Unichor Münster: Elias

#Unichor_Münster #Elias Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy #Lingen - Bonifatius Kirche, Samstag, 22. Juni - 18 Uhr

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My Second Voyage with The Meg, My First Voyage with the Demeter

My Second Voyage with The Meg, My First Voyage with the Demeter

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REP. DOMINICANA: La Fundación Juana Inés y Camino Amplio "Fundajica", reconoce a la periodista Ingrid Abreu con la distinción Laurel.

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things that haven't happened yet | javier pena

javier pena x bottle girl!f!reader

summary: they kept everything professional, but some things change. [w.c 2.8k]

warnings: 18+, smut and angst, reader is an informant in danger, oral (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, ambiguous ending ig (?) as always if i missed something lmk!

a/n: anyone else have the i can see you brain rot rn... bc i have 17 requests i could have written but this came out of me instead... please be gentle with it im... strugglin to post.

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It was the early hours of the morning as you walked briskly through the streets after your shift. You kept your head down and all that you could hear was the soft rise and fall of your breathing. You weren’t walking fast enough to warrant heavy breathing, but you did carry information that made your chest rise and fall as if you had sprinted to the familiar apartment.

You rasped on the door three times, no answer. You knocked again, harder this time. 

It swung open and revealed a very tired Javier Peña.

“What the fu- what are you doing here?” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, but this can’t wait,” Your eyes shifted over your shoulder. 

He studied your face for a moment before bringing you in.

“And you’re sure the information is good?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“As good as my life, Javier.” You let out a shaky breath. 

“Shit,” He spoke to himself. 

“I was the only one in there with Diego and Felix. They don’t trust any of the other girls,” You chuckled at the irony of everything. “They think they’re all sleeping with you.” 

“And you?” He said. 

“Nobody sees me as more than the bottle girl who won’t put out. I’m the only one that knows, and I know it’s information you can use. It’ll put a target on my back, so it would be a really great time for that visa you promised me.” 

He turned rubbing his hand across his chin and made his way to the phone against the wall. You shifted uncomfortably, knowing that if the DEA didn’t protect you this information could cost you your life. You were the only girl in the private booth, there was no other fly on the wall.

Javier was quiet about his conversation, he would turn back and look at you periodically. You were hopeful, but you weren’t stupid, if they couldn’t get you out you’d have to flee. An out with the US DEA is much more likely to result in life than fleeing through the Colombian jungle. 

“Okay, gracias,” Javier hung the phone up and walked to a drawer in the kitchen. 

He handed you a passport and envelope. You flipped open and saw your face but not your name.

“How long have you had this?” You asked, taken aback. 

“Not long, but we knew you would need it sooner rather than later.” He said. 

“Okay,” you said. “I guess it’s time to disappear.”

“We can book you on a flight tomorrow night, it gives you time to say goodbye to any family.”

“It’s just me, don’t have anyone to say goodbye to,” You laughed awkwardly, 

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching toward you. 

“I’m a fly on the wall, Agent Peña. It’s easier not to have anyone, better to go unnoticed,” 

“You haven’t gone unnoticed,” He said, stepping closer to you. The air became thick and heavy with tension. 

“I should go, I don’t mix business with pleasure,” You said, placing the envelope of cash and your new passport in your bag. 

“As far as I’m concerned, we no longer have business with one another,” he smirked. 

You bit your lip, pondering the accusation. He was right, and it wasn’t like Javier Peña was a hard sell. He was gorgeous and he knew it. 

“I should pack, if I’m to make this flight,” You said, stepping toward him this time your hand coming to rest gently on his chest.

He gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. The intensity of his gaze made you desperate to shy away, but he had a pull to him that made it impossible. 

“There’s a lot of things you should do,” he emphasized, “But stay, please. Just for tonight,” He spoke softly. 

His hand drifted down your neck to your collarbone where he brushed the strap of your black tank top off your shoulder. 

“Javier, I’m nobody. I-,” you paused, “I’m going to disappear.” 

“You’ve always been somebody to me, hermosa,” he kissed your shoulder where your tank top had previously rested. 

“Since the moment I met you, I knew you were more than what you gave yourself,” He spoke. 

Before you had time to respond he gently nipped at your neck eliciting a soft gasp from you. 

“Tell me stop,” He spoke seriously as he continued to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulder. 

“Javier,” you hesitated, sounding more like a question than a warning. 

“If you don’t want to do this, you need to tell me to stop,” he looked at your face again trying to decipher any hint of fear or regret. 

His large hand held your jaw gently and his thumb slowly rubbed your cheek. He was comforting and reassuring. It almost felt wrong for the stone cold DEA agent, Javier Peña, to be looking at you with soft eyes and affectionate touches. 

You leaned up toward him, your lips were so close to his you could feel his breath against yours. 

“Don’t. Don’t stop,”  

And that was all he needed before his lips encapsulated yours in an all encompassing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke all the words Javi couldn’t. Passion, lust, and remorse for the situation he put you in. 

Your mouths moved against one another as if you had been starved of kisses your whole lives. Javier gently bit your bottom lip causing a soft moan to escape you. 

Your soft moan ignited something within him. He pulled away from the kiss, his hands gripping tightly at your waist and he forcefully turned your back to him. He pushed you toward the wall and you placed your hands against it. 

His hands pulled your hips into his own, grinding himself against your ass. 

“Ah, fuck,” He groaned, “Baby you are so fucking hot,” 

“Javi,” you sighed.

His hands had begun to work your tank top away from your skirt they explored under the thin material and up your back unclasping your bra. He crouched slightly gripping your hips again and kissed your back. His hands dragged your shirt up your sides once again, stopping just below your breast. You swear you heard him inhale sharply, you arched your back slightly knowing you would grind against the strained package in his jeans. 

He growled at the sensation pulling your shirt and bra over your head and throwing across the room.

He flipped you around again, pressing your back to the wall, and pushing himself against you. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and legs around his hips. He used one hand to grip your thigh tightly holding you up. This caused your skirt to ride up your thighs and your panties to be directly against Javi’s jeans. You could feel his cock painfully hard pushing against the material and there was too much fabric between you. 

Before you had a chance to say anything Javier’s lips found yours again, this time more lustful, passionate and messy than before. Your tongue danced with his as you brought your hands to his chest to make quick work of his button up. He let go of your leg and you gently brought your feet to the floor as you pushed the cotton t-shirt off his shoulders.

You took a second to drink him in as you began to work on his belt. He was lean and tan, and looked like the devil himself with his hair tossed and chest rising and falling heavily. 

As you unbuttoned his jeans, he brought his hands to your breasts massaging your nipples into hard peaks. 

He had brought his mouth to your nipple gently swirling it around his tongue before dragging his teeth across it. You whimpered at the sensation, head falling back against the wall and hips bucking toward him. He made sure to give the same attention and care to the other nipple before slowly kissing down your belly. 

“Fuck Javi, on your knees,” you instructed breathlessly. 

He sank onto his knees, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs pushing your skirt up to reveal your soaking panties. 

“Fuck baby, so ready for me,” he inhaled before kissing the small article of clothing. 

His fingers hooked on either side of the lace waistband pulling them down your legs. Once they reached your ankles you kicked them off anxiously awaiting Javi’s mouth to find your pussy. 

He kissed up your thighs and slowly licked the space where the inside of your thigh met your hip. you raised one leg over his shoulder, spreading yourself for him. He used his tongue to lick between your folds up until he found your clit. 

Your knees were weak and he held you against the wall. Working his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen and you knew you wouldn’t last long. 

Strings of moans, curses, and Javier’s name fell from your lips as you began to come undone. 

“Fuck, shi-,” you cursed as Javi’s fingers began toying with your opening. 

“So fucking wet for me baby,” He praised.

“You want my hands too, princesa?” He put his lips against you again gently sucking your clit. 

“I’m no princess, Javier,” you said as you ran your hands through his hair. 

“Hmm, you didn’t answer the question,” he pulled away from you momentarily, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Fuck me with your fingers, Javi. And quit being such a teasing asshole,” You tugged his hair back toward you. 

“You have no idea how big an asshole I can be, princessa,” he teased, immediately pushing two fingers inside you before you could respond. 

You gasped at the sensation, he shrugged your leg off his shoulder and stood up, still pumping his fingers inside you curling them exactly where you needed to be sent into a fit of whimpers and moans. His thumb found your clit circling with just enough pressure to push you to the edge. His mouth found your neck nipping and sucking at your most sensitive spot just behind your ear. 

“Javi, babe, so close,” You panted. 

“Don’t be shy, come on my fingers. Tell me how good you feel, hermosa,” Javi spoke roughly in your ear. 

“Fuck, so fucking good Javier,” you mewled and with that your first orgasm came crashing over you. Whimpers and moans spilled from you as the waves of pleasure coursed through you. 

Javier brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them before bringing his thumb to your lips. 

“You are so fucking special, I wish we had done this sooner,” He sighed. 

“You should never mix business with pleasure, Agent Pena,” You spoke softly. 

“Yes, we are keeping it very fucking professional,” He spoke before kissing you again. He gripped your thigh just below your ass and you kissed him back feverishly. 

Your hands moved just below the waist band of Javi’s jeans again, this time pushing them down over his ass. He broke the kiss to push them down the rest of the way and remove them. Leaving you both in nearly nothing. 

He pulled you toward the couch guiding you between kisses. He sat down on the leather couch and you drank him in all over again. The way his legs lazily spread apart making him even broader. His arms reached for you. 

“You can have a seat if you’d like,” He said gently tugging your waist toward him. 

You pulled back slightly, “I will, but first we need to make sure you’re comfortable,” 

He hummed in response. You kneeled before him, kissing his thighs and nipping at them slightly. 

Your hands tugged at the waistband of his briefs and he lifted his hips slightly so that they would be more easily removed. His cock sprung free onto his stomach, the tip reddened and leaking precum. You knew he must’ve been painful strained in his jeans. 

You stood in front of him and hiked your skirt above your waist as you brought your thighs to either side of his hips. You slowly began to grind onto his cock nothing in the way to feel how hard he was against you. His hips bucked to meet yours. 

“Let me fuck you, I want see you bounce on my cock,” He said clearly unable to contain himself. 

“Please,” you begged. 

You slowly raised yourself again, positioning him at your entrance. You slowly brought your hips down to meet his, you both groaned at the sensation. He was big and full and began slowly rocking his hips against yours. 

His hands found their way around your back. One on your lower back to steady you, the other gripping your shoulder. you slowly began to rise and fall against him, riding him back and forth. 

“Jesus, fuck- so fucking tight,” He groaned. 

“So fucking perfect for me, princessa,” he continued. 

His hips began to thrust to meet yours as moans and the slapping of skin filled the room. You both were blissed out on the feeling of his cock ramming into your pussy, it was addicting the sounds coming from him. 

With every thrust his hips dragged across your clit, bringing you even closer to your orgasm. His mouth found your breast once again gently nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin surrounding your nipple as you bounced. 

His thrusts became more erratic as you went and you knew that neither of you were going to last much longer. 

“Javier, fuck, so close. So so good baby,” You whimpered.

“Waited so fucking long for you,” He mumbled. “Needed to see you, know you.” 

You brought your lips to his neck, changing the angle slightly. Javi was ramming into you now, both of you quickly coming undone. 

Your orgasm washed over you first as you groaned and cried Javier’s name. 

“Oh fuck gonna-“ He said pulling out of you, gripping his cock. Quickly coming on your skirt and his own hand.

His hip bucked a few more times and his face twisted and he let out a few moans. 

You collapsed onto his chest and he began gently stroking your back. You were both hot and sticky but your post orgasmic bliss took over. Neither of you made any rush to move or speak for nearly ten minutes. Your mind raced with the possibility of tomorrow 

“Thank you, Javier. Just for everything,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes at the finality of everything. 

“Hm. Your thank you is starting to sound an awful lot like goodbye,” 

“Javi,” You whispered an edge to your tone. You pushed yourself off him. 

“I think we should clean up,” you sighed and made your way down the hall to the bathroom. 

Javier followed suit, neither of you said anything as you rinsed your legs and skirt off. You sighed frustrated as your skirt was now damp and you would have to wear it home. 

“I have something you can wear home,” he said while he washed his hands. 

“Uh Javi- it’s okay,” your words fell over one another. 

“You could also just stay here,” He said, reaching for you. 

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen,” You took his hand in yours and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. 

“We could protect you here. I won’t let them touch you, I just fuck-“ he ran a hand through his hair.

You didn’t know much about Javier but you knew he could be soft with those he cared about and he was always soft with you. You knew he could be an asshole, but he had losses not many could understand. 

“You and I both know that’s not possible,” You kissed his hand. 

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. You’ll be here bringing Colombia back to peace, and I will be another notch in your playbook,” You let go of his hand and made your way back to the living room. 

You grabbed your discarded bra and tank top slipping them back on. Javier joined you in the living room a few moments later, now clad in sweatpants and holding a pair out for you. 

“Thanks,” You smiled at him, slipping your skirt off and the soft sweats on. 

“Hey, uh- before you go,” Javi shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable. 

You looked up at him. 

“Just, when you get somewhere safe. Find a way to let me know, ok?” He said holding out a small note card with an address scribbled on it. 

You smiled at him sighing.

“Goodbye Javi,” You kissed his cheek and brushed past him to the door. 

It hurt knowing you were leaving your home. And as the warm air of the Colombian night hit you for what may be the last time, you realized, you finally had someone to say goodbye to.

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