#Javi x Bebita X Steve

[milla-frenchy]

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2k0 | Javier Peña x fem reader | ao3

Summary: Javi broke up with you, convinced that you were too different. He regrets it and comes to your apartment one night, drunk. You "take advantage" of him. 

Warnings: 18+ mdni. dubcon (somnophilia), oral (f/m), face riding, spitting, very light rimming/anal play, piv, creampie. Javi’s pov

No age specified

a/n: thank you @iamasaddie for your writing challenge 2.0 😍

Genre : pwp / Prompt: “I still hate you, by the way” I LOVED IT 💛

thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta reading 💕

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“I hate you Javi”, were the last words he heard from you, before you slammed the door of his apartment several months ago.

Before that day, you were “his sunshine”, as he used to say. He called you ‘bebita’ (baby girl), and he had never called anyone like that before. “You’re too sweet for me”, he kept repeating. You used to think it was cute, until you understood what he meant.

Javi was a night owl, and you were not. He liked to lose himself in alcohol and smoked way too much. He told you he was dark and would eventually extinguish your flame. That he would break your heart.  And that's exactly what he did.

Since then, you were no longer in his life. Steve kept telling him that he had spared you a shitty life, but he wasn't sure anymore.

So he thought about the past. The way you too fucked. How your lips rounded around his cock as he slid into your mouth and then your throat. How your hips or your waist accepted his fingers digging into the flesh as he thrust into you, kneeled behind you, jaw clenched. How you came on his tongue, his fingers or his cock, whispering his name.

Javi.

How your pussy used to take his length, and how he loved watching where your bodies joined, his cock all creamy with your weakness. How each time he held back because he didn’t want to come yet. Wanting to feel you more. Deeper, longer. So he used to make you look down there too, while he was focused on your face so he could keep fucking you a little longer.

He thought about it in the shower every morning, while he was jerking his length.

He thought about it every night, when he spurted his load on the sheets.

The girls of the brothel couldn't help him forget you. Their hips, their asses, their hands weren’t yours. Their cunts weren’t yours.

So he drank every night, more than before. To trick his brain. To forget that if you were suffering, it was because he had broken up with you.

One night, he couldn’t resist any longer. Alcohol made him forget his principles, gave him the liquid courage, so he knocked on your door in the middle of the night and when you opened, he staggered into your apartment.

“Javi, what the fuck?” 

You raised your hands before dropping them in annoyance, and by the time you turned around, he had already collapsed on your couch.

“Unbelievable,” you mumbled and went back to bed.

When Javi woke up two hours later, it was still dark and he didn't remember why he was on a couch that wasn't his. And when his foggy mind realized that a part of him was warm, the headache hit him. The whiskey hadn’t worn off and he didn’t understand immediately where this heat came from. He straightened up slightly and looked down, his eyes now slightly accustomed to the darkness, and he couldn't believe that you were blowing him.

He called your name in a low voice but you didn’t stop, your fist slightly tight on his shaft, just above his balls. Your other hand was on his hip, your thumb rubbing his skin.

“What are you doing?” he added, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You pulled him out of your mouth, making him whimper. You licked his tip and slit, and replied “you came here to fuck me, right? What’s your problem then?”

He frowned and you took him back into your mouth. Your lips rounded around his crown before your head started bobbing up and down, your saliva running down his shaft. He rested his head on the couch, surrendering to you objectifying him like that, even if the courage that alcohol had given him the day before had already evaporated. He missed your mouth too much. The way you sucked his cock like it was the best you have ever had, like you worshiped it. Your fist, accompanying your mouth, was still around his shaft, jerking him lazily then firmly, alternating rhythms perfectly.

When you pulled him out of your mouth again, he couldn't help but moan at the loss of your warmth. He knew it made you smile. He just knew.

You ran your tongue all over his length, from his balls to his tip. Your tongue then traveled down, to his balls. His moans became grunts, when you made them roll under your tongue, lapping one then the other and licking off the light sweat under them.

“Fuck, Hermosa…” he managed to say.

So you focused there, on that thin skin beneath his balls, and you slid your finger up to his ring, rubbing the surface gently. You had taken his cock back into your mouth, and your lips and finger were starting to make him see stars. His headache was forgotten.

“Wait…you’re gonna make me come, wait”, he said almost painfully.

You sat up, sliding your tongue over his whole length, to make him moan one last time.

“Make me come,” you told him as you crawled up his body, until your pussy leveled with his face. He looked up at you, your glistening pussy, your hips, your breasts just inches from him. Your face lowered towards him. You brushed your clit against his nose and whined. Your hips moving back and forth, you were fucking yourself on his face, from your folds to your clit.

“Fuck”, you whimpered.

He let you be in charge. Let you use him however you wanted, while your scent and taste drove him crazy. He darted out his tongue and slid it between your folds just when you lingered for a few moments with your clit on his nose. Your wetness flowed down to him. He kept thinking about how much he missed it. Your taste, your pussy. You.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you against him, his impatience taking over. He pushed his tongue inside you, eager to taste you fully. He growled into your folds and you moaned louder. He rocked your hips to reach your clit, placing his lips around it and sucking on it. His tongue swirled over it, and he felt the way your body reacted, the way your thighs squeezed his temples. The way you undulated on top of him, speeding up then slowing down to play with your orgasm and it made him smile, just like before. He tightened his hands on your thighs when you came, to keep you against him a little more. He didn’t release you immediately when your spasms stopped. He pushed his tongue into your core one last time, to lap up all the wetness that hadn’t yet dripped down his chin.

He released his grip and you crawled back until you looked at each other, and he wondered if you were going to kiss him. You caressed his cheek, and said “open”. His gaze darkened and you grabbed his chin between your fingers. You let your saliva fall from your mouth to his and whispered “swallow, Javi”. And it was one of the most sensual things anyone had ever done to him in his life. “Again”, he asked and you did. Then you kissed him, tangling your tongue with his. Tasting your saliva in his mouth.

You grabbed his hands, pinning them above his head, and said “I’m gonna fuck myself on your cock. And you’re gonna let me do it.” He nodded. Of course he was much stronger than you and could have gotten away. But that didn't occur to him. When you grabbed his cock to impale yourself on it, he closed his eyes for two seconds, time to assimilate this sensation that was in his fantasies every day, that he finally was about to feel again. He opened his eyes when your pussy swallowed him entirely. You didn't move, keeping him buried in you for a few moments as if you too were getting used to that feeling again. He was struggling not to cum already. Your tight pussy was squeezing his cock so hard. 

“Not yet, Javi”, you told him. He nodded and tried to  think about something else, even though he didn't take his eyes off you. Anything that could make him forget the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock. You started to move, and god he loved it. Your cunt. Feeling her warmth around his cock. The way your folds were slowly getting used to his size. His hands were still trapped in yours, and he loved the view of your face above him, approaching then moving away from him at regular, sensual and slow rhythms.

“God, you’re such an asshole…but I love your cock.”

He knew that you didn’t mean it, that it was your bruised heart that was speaking, not you. He was afraid to answer, to confess he missed your cunt, that he missed you.

“Spit in my mouth”, he finally said. You smirked and did it again. You knew him. You knew why he asked you that. 

“Shit Javi, I’m gonna come.” You were rubbing your clit against his lower stomach for several minutes and he knew your climax was approaching. You buried your face in his neck when you came for the second time, continuing to rub him gently, at a slower pace. He felt your pussy pulsing on his shaft and he clenched his fists.

You looked at him and said “you’re gonna fuck me now.”

“How do you want it?” he asked.

You took his hand and led him to your bedroom. 

He followed you, staring at your ass. You got on all fours on your bed, without looking at him. “Spread it for me,” he said. He wanted to see you, all of you, in the dim light. You spread your buttocks, your cheek resting on the pillow, and remained offered to him until he knelt behind, caressing the roundness of your ass.

“You’re so beautiful, Hermosa”, he said, like a million times before.

He let his saliva fall, slide from your ring to your pussy, following the curves of your body. He leaned down and licked in one stroke from your folds to your ass then positioned his cock at your entrance. He wanted to feel you again, to sink into you like a beast. He thrust and bottomed out in one go, leaving you breathless. 

But he didn't stop, he knew you didn't want him to, that you wanted to feel him roughly. He held onto your hips, fucking you hard and fast, teeth gritted. Yet it still wasn’t enough for him, and he grabbed your neck, pressing your cheek further into the pillow, thrusting ever faster and harder. He heard the headboard banging against the wall. Every time he thrust his cock in your core he told himself that he missed it. This feral fuck with you. And each thrust he became a little more angry with himself. He looked at your hips, your back, your neck. Your cheek. Your mouth. He heard your moans, louder and louder as he fucked you ever faster.  He hesitated to slow down, to keep you a little longer. But it was too late. So he kept chasing his orgasm, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come”, he growled. A little desperately. And then he thrust one last time, staying deep inside you, showering your walls with his white spurts. He felt like it was never going to end. His hands holding your waist firmly, keeping you close to him. “Fuck”, he said. He pulled back, seeing his cock and balls covered by your wetness.

Then he lay down next to you and lit a cigarette. You took it from his fingers and took a drag. “You’re a pain in the ass with your cigarettes, Javi”, you said. He smiled.

When you opened the door for him to leave later, the sun was rising.

“I still hate you, by the way.”

“I know”, he said, before you closed the door behind him.

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[guess-my-next-obsession]

could you do a drabble for lucky & javier? i miss themmm😭😭

The Surprise

pairing: doctor au!javier peña x resident!reader (Lucky)

rating: E (18+ only, a glimpse at romantic dr. peña, also dirty feral javi comes out to play in this one, dom!javi, voyeurism?? maybe mm??, oral (f rec), unprotected piv, dirty talk, pet names)

wc: 3k

a/n: this takes place somwhere between chapters 13 & 15 :)

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“God, I need some sleep,” you groaned, rolling your neck as you sat in the CT room, watching your patient fall asleep in the machine through the window.

“Yeah, you do,” Javi appeared in the doorway with a smile and a cup of coffee in hand. “Here’s a little pick me up.”

“Why thank you, Dr. Peña,” you purred, shooting him a tired smile as he walked behind you and lowered himself so that his chin was sitting on your shoulder, looking at the screen in front of you as you took a sip of your drink.

“Torn ACL?” he said, turning his face so that his lips were brushing against your neck as he spoke. You let your eyes bat closed at his proximity, taking in the scratch of his beard, the tickle of his breath fanning against your skin, the smile that grew on his face as your skin began to pimple. “When are you done?”

“After this scan,” you breathed, feeling your head tip back to rest against his shoulder.

“So another hour?” he said, pressing a kiss onto your neck.

“Probably,” you replied, your fluster making your voice more airy than usual.

“Good,” he said, poking his tongue out to just barely graze your skin before he was standing up, leaving you chasing his warmth as he pulled out the desk chair beside you and took a seat.

“You’re such a tease,” you scolded lightly, rolling your eyes and chuckling at the pride in his smile.

“Just making sure I can still rile you up,” he said, reaching for your coffee to take a sip of it before returning it.

“How has your day been? I haven’t seen you since I clocked in,” you said, chancing a glance over at him just to find him giving you that look. “Stop looking at me like that unless you plan on doing something about it.”

“Oh, I do,” he smirked before stretching his arms behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ve been in and out of surgery all day. Tried to find you at lunch, but you were in surgery.”

“Steve let me do the entire knee replacement by myself,” you smirked, reaching over to tap his knee. “Unlike someone I know.”

“Don’t take it personally,” he said, offering you a smile. “I don’t let third years do shit by themselves.”

“Which is just another reason why I won’t be coming back to your service, Dr. Peña,” you teased.

“Keep calling me doctor and see what happens later on when I’ve got you all alone,” he said, leaning over to crowd your space again.

“McCartney’ll save me,” you replied, grinning as he continued to lean closer and closer to your lips.

“Is that right?” he asked, his lips so close now that you could feel his breath, still minty even after the coffee, fanning over yours. You nodded, giving him a teasing smile. “You sure you even want to be saved from what I want to do to you?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “Maybe not. Depends on what you’ve got planned.”

“Well, telling you would ruin the surprise,” he said.

“Have I ever mentioned I’m not a fan of surprises?”

“Which is exactly why I’ve gone to extreme lengths to hide this from you,” he said, his lips brushing against yours with every word. “You’ll like it, I think.”

“There’s the ego I fell in love with,” you smirked, turning back to the screen in front of you. “This surprise better not end up being a trip to my back door again.”

Javi laughed and shook his head as he stood up and planted a kiss on your temple. “No, this surprise requires less convincing.”

“Meet you in the lobby in an hour?”

“I’ll be there waiting, bebita,” he hummed, kissing your cheek before making his way out of the room.

After a long 36-hour shift, your feet couldn’t have felt more tired and swollen, your eyelids feeling just as heavy, but seeing Javier stand there in the middle of the hospital lobby dressed in his usual, a pair of tight jeans and a button down, and carrying a bouquet of roses perked you up instantly. You wore a smile instead of the scowl you’d been donning all afternoon as you slugged over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“What’s all this for?” You gestured to the flowers he was handing over.

“Told you, I had a surprise planned,” he said, sliding his hand over the small of your back to guide you outside.

At some point in the day he must’ve switched out cars, because instead of climbing into the truck he drove you to your shift in, Javi was opening the passenger door to guide you into his audi.

“Fancy,” you whistled, grinning at him as he tried to contain the pride in his smile. “All this for me?”

“Yes, my Lucky charm,” he said, closing the door for you before climbing into the driver's seat.

“I don’t want to be a buzzkill, but I hope your surprise doesn’t involve me leaving the house,” you said, looking over at him with a worried frown, not wanting to squash his plans for the evening.

“Nope,” he said, pressing the start button on the car. “Our plans are at home. Just like we like them.”

“So much suspense, my little heart can barely take it.”

Javi reached a hand over and gave your thigh a squeeze.

“I promise it’s nothing too exciting,” he said, glancing over at you with a dimpled smile. “Just a show of appreciation for all your hard work these last couple months. I know it’s been hard, even though you never let anyone see it.”

You frowned, touched by his thoughtfulness and rare display of mushiness, and reached your hand over to rest on his thigh, his hand soon resting over yours with a loving squeeze.

“Thank you, Jav,” you said, hoping that he could read between the lines to see just how choked up you were getting. “It has been hard.”

“I know it, bebita,” he said, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss it. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I never thought I’d hear the mean attending I first met tell me that,” you chuckled. “Especially in this context.”

“I’m still that mean attending,” he reminded, smirking at you as he reached a red light.

“Just not to me.”

“Yep,” he said, squeezing your hand as it rested on his thigh. “Not to you.”

Though the house seemed normal from the outside, something about Javi’s excited grin and tremble of his hand as he unlocked the door had you questioning what stood behind it. With a glance over his shoulder, he opened the door and crossed the threshold with you in tow.

The entryway was dark as usual, but as Javi led you around the corner to the dining room, you were surprised to see the kitchen table (that had never been used before this in your memory) set romantically with lit candles and a large vase of red roses in the center. Turning to him with an open jaw and shocked eyes, you watched as he gave you a boyish smile that made him instantly look ten years younger. Javi walked over to the head of the table, pulling a chair out and gesturing to it.

“For you,” he said, relishing in your speechless state as you slowly walked over and took a seat. “What would you like to drink, bebita?”

“Uh—“ You laughed, not at the gesture but at the tears beginning to cloud your vision. “Water’s fine with me.”

Javi nodded and planted a lingering kiss on your cheek before leaving to disappear into the kitchen. When he returned, he carried two wine glasses full of water in his hands and what looked to be a menu.

“If there’s anything you don’t want, I can tell the chef—“

“Chef?” you asked, stunned beyond belief at the elaborate and incredibly romantic surprise he had planned and executed all without you knowing.

“Yeah,” he blushed and took his seat beside you before lifting his glass to his lips to take a sip of water. “I didn’t trust myself not to give us food poisoning.”

“Javi,” you let out an exhale as you read over the menu, shaking your head at the luxury of it all. “This—“

“Don’t tell me I overdid it?” he interrupted, giving you those round, dark eyes that did you in every single time. “I know I’m not always the most romantic—“

“Javi,” you reached over and squeezed his hand as it rested on the table. “This is the most romantic, shocking, tear-jerking thing anyone has ever ever done for me.”

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling hopefully as his eyes darted between yours.

“Yes, baby,” you chuckled. “I mean—how did you pull this off without me finding out?”

“Well, you don’t make it easy,” he said, chuckling himself. “So nosy it’s hard to keep anything from you.”

“So how’d you do it?”

“I planned exactly how and when I wanted to do it in my head, then I waited until the very last minute to book everything so that you wouldn’t have the time to figure it out.”

“Risky,” you noted, tipping your glass towards him.

“Very,” he agreed. “But someone’s got to be the romantic one here.”

You laughed and swatted his arm playfully. “I’m romantic!”

“Yeah, you’re not too bad,” he smirked. “Is the menu okay?”

“It’s more than okay,” you assured. “This is the fanciest meal I’ve ever eaten, I think.”

“Don’t ask me to pronounce anything because I’m just going to fuck it up,” he said, making you laugh again. “There’s wine in the fridge if you want some.”

“No,” you shook your head. “You’re sober, I’m sober.”

“Because you know I don’t like to fuck you when you’re drunk and I’m not?”

“That and I’m a very supportive partner,” you said, watching as he laughed and shook his head. “But mostly just making sure I get lucky tonight.”

“God,” he shook his head and leaned closer to you. “I am head over heels for you and it’s sickening.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

After the most delicious four course meal you’d ever had in your life—not that you had many to compare it to—Javi sent the chef home, assuring that he’d rather clean up himself, though you knew the real reason for the early send-off.

The front door had barely been shut and locked before Javi was seeking you out, finding you stripping out of your t-shirt and jeans in the en-suite of his bedroom.

“Baby,” he called, low and needy as he strided over to you, his hands finding your hips as you stood in front of the sink in just your underwear and sports bra. His lips found your neck as he yanked you back against his body, the hard and thick outline of his arousal pressing into you. “I need you.”

You turned in his hold and his lips found yours instantly, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you tight and close to his frame as if he needed your warmth to survive.

“Can your shower wait, baby?” he purred against your pulse as his kisses trailed lower.

“Yes,” you moaned, breathy and needy from the spell he cast on you.

As though you were a rag doll, Javi practically yanked you out of the bathroom before tossing you onto the bed, his eyes dark and blown with lust as he watched you peel off your bra before doing the same to your panties. He popped the buttons on his shirt rather than wasting time undoing them properly, the sight of him so desperate for you making your walls clench in anticipation.

“Show me,” he commanded, flickering his eyes to your closed thighs as he worked on getting his belt and jeans undone. “Want to see you, baby.”

You bit your lip and obeyed his command, slowly spreading your thighs apart to show him the sheen of arousal coating your cunt at the sheer sight of him stripping down.

“Jesus,” he groaned, peeling his jeans and briefs off in one go before pumping his cock with his fist. “Touch yourself, baby.”

You obliged once again, reaching your hand down to stroke circles against your clit while he stroked himself to the sight.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered. “Tell me how you need me.”

“I want your tongue, Javi,” you purred, your voice more bashful than it should have been given the position you were in.

“Taste yourself,” he commanded, seemingly satisfied, for the time being at least, with just watching. “Stick your fingers inside—“ You pulled a groan out of him at the squelch of your fingers sliding inside of your cunt. “Fuck. Now taste yourself. Tell me how good it is.”

“I taste so good, Javi,” you moaned, making a show out of sucking your fingers clean. “So sweet.”

Your words seemed to make his patience snap because in the matter of a second, he was climbing onto the bed and resting his head between your legs.

“My favorite fucking meal,” he mumbled, his eyes glued to your cunt as it throbbed from the fan of his breath against it.

“Javi,” you begged, airy and breathless. He silenced your neediness with a long, broad stripe up your seam, gathering your slick on his tongue just to work it over your clit in circles. “Fuck, baby. You’re so good at this.”

“You make it easy,” he said, kissing your clit before giving it a sucke. “Taste so fucking sweet.”

“I want to cum on your dick,” you managed between pants and soft, whiny moans, your fingers gripping his hair. Javi’s eyes lifted to yours as he slid a finger inside of you, his mouth leaving your cunt.

“Yeah, baby? That’s what you want?” he asked, teasing you with a smirk. You nodded eagerly, your brows furrowed as his finger targeted that devastating spot inside of you that made you forget about everything except for him and how good he made you feel. “Beg me for it.”

“Javi,” you whined, rolling your head against the mattress as he worked you closer and closer to the release that you were trying to hold back. “Please, baby. Please fill me up. I want to feel you stretch me before I—“

“Fuck,” he growled, pulling his fingers from you as he sat back and positioned his weeping cock at your entrance. “S’gonna be rough, baby,” he warned. “Need you too bad.”

“I want it rough,” you assured, clawing at his forearms as they pressed your thighs up towards your chest. “Go on, Javi baby. Stretch me out like only you can.”

“Shit, you get me so fuckin—“ He hissed as he fisted his cock and fed it into you, seemingly unable to control himself. “Fuck.”

His first thrust was brutal, but you found yourself smiling at the relief of feeling that indescribable stretch of him, eager for more of what he had to give you.

“I love it when—“ You were cut off by a snap of his hips into yours, forcing your eyes to roll back in your head. “Shit. Love it when you want me this bad.”

“I always want you this bad,” he whispered, leaning over your body to nip at your jaw. “Always want to spread you open and—shit—and feel you cum on me. It’s my favorite fucking thing in the world, baby.”

“Javi, please,” you cried, wrapping your arms around the breadth of his shoulders just to keep him close. “Right fucking there. Don’t stop, please, please—“

“Shh,” he cooed, soothing you with a press of his lips against the curve of your jaw. “I’m not gonna stop, bebita. Gonna fuck you through it, I promise.”

“I’m so—“

“I know,” he nodded, kissing your neck this time. “I can feel it. Gripping me so tight I can hardly move. Go on, baby. Cum on it.”

Your arms squeezed him like a vice as you came for him, blinding stars dancing in your vision as your eyes clamped shut, a moan ripping from your chest so loud Javi was sure the neighbors could hear it.

“That’s it,” he hummed, feeling that tingle in the base of his spine. “Gonna fill you up just like you wanted, baby.”

“Please,” you whimpered, still half-lost in your bliss. “Please, Javi.”

“Fuck,” he moaned, high pitched and sinfully needy, as he buried his face in the nook of your neck, his hips pumping once, twice, and then he was spilling into you. His hands trembled as they left your thighs in order to prop himself up a bit, his eyes finding yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck, that was good.”

“I’d say so,” you smiled, combing your fingers through his messed up hair.

Down the hall, you heard whining and scratching, your eyes narrowing as you tried to work out the sound before—

“Fuck,” he slipped out of you all too quickly and rushed to open the bedroom door for your golden retriever. “Sorry, Macca. Forgot you were here, bud.”

“How dare you?” you teased your boyfriend as McCartney strode past him while giving him a side-eye. “You hurt my son’s feelings! Look at him, he’s so offended.”

“Eh,” Javi tilted his head to the side in consideration as he walked over to the edge of the bed, leaning over you so that he could give you a couple playful kisses. “I’d say it was worth it.”

“Shower time?”

“Come on,” he helped lift you onto your weak and shaking legs. “You can stand, right?”

“What an ego you have, my love.”

“You like my ego,” he smirked. “Liked it so much I think the neighbors might have called the cops.”

“Oh, I love you, my egomaniac,” you cooed.

“I love you more, Lucky.”

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Pretty Noises

Okay, this is a special edition for my 300 Followers Celebration, based on the Steve/Javi/Bebita characters that @littlepadika created in this piece and so generously let me use as a springboard! 💖💖💖

Fic warnings: Poly DD/LG (dom!Daddy characters x adult reader engaging in consensual little girl ageplay), little!reader, all characters are 18+, Steve x Bebita x Javi

As with all of my fics, this is for age 18+ readers ONLY

“How did you get her to make those noises last night? I could hear her all the way out in the living room!”

“I’ll show you.” --- You don’t always share Daddy Steve and Papi Javi at the same time. Sure, you live there and you “share,” that’s just being nice. But sometimes it’s nice to spend one-on-one time with each of them. Last night you and Javi got up to a whole lot of fun, and it may have made Steve a little envious.

Now you’re spread out on your bed, holding a soft, fuzzy pink heart-shaped pillow to your chest, your knees bent with your feet flat on the bed. They’re reassuring you that they won’t play too hard, and you did so good for them already, but that Papi just needs to show Daddy something special, your special playtime from last night.

And you’re still a little sensitive from last night, but you want Papi to be so proud of you, because he’s asking you to make your sweet noises for Daddy, and you want to be a good girl, you really do. So now you’re fresh out of the bath, the scent of strawberry shortcake bubble bath clinging to your soft skin, and you have on your favorite, softest nightgown with your little white ankle socks with the lace ruffles.

And Papi and Daddy are kneeling on the bed, and Steve has one big hand wrapped around your ankle while Javi is turning on the little pink vibrator that’s got three different speeds. He never lets you play with it by yourself because it feels too good, and sometimes you get carried away with it and that’s all you want to do. So Papi Javi only brings it out to play when you’ve been an extra-good girl.

“Are you going to be as good for Daddy Steve as you were for me last night, bebita?”

“Yes, Papi. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl.” Javi runs his hand up the inside of your thigh and pushes your knees open to splay out, petting and stroking you and watching your pussy turn wet with every pass of his thick fingers.

“Now, watch this,” he tells Steve, and he turns the vibrator on the lowest setting and just kisses the tip of it to your clit. You moan and try to close your legs, and Javi keeps his free hand flat on the inside of your knee. Steve does the same on his side, and the sensation of having both of your daddies holding you open while the vibrator teases your clit is almost too much to take. You moan and hug your pillow tighter and shift your hips in a little wiggle.

But then Papi says, “No, bebita, you have to be good for us, remember? Don’t move around so much.”

You sigh and pout your lip just a little, and you say, “Ok, Papi. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl. I want you to keep your legs open, and we’ll make you feel so good, bebita. I want you to show Daddy Steve your nice noises, okay?”

“Ok, Papi. I will.” And you sigh, and you wrap your arms so tight around the pillow as Papi puts the little vibrator on you again, and you squeal and try to hold still.

And then he turns it up to the middle speed, and you throw your head back and you moan. And then Daddy Steve takes the vibrator from Papi and he presses it harder against your most sensitive spot, and he just holds it there. You’re not in control of your voice anymore, and you wail from the center of your chest out into the open air of the bedroom. And just when you think you can’t take any more, Javi puts two of his big fingers inside of you, and he strokes you from the inside out.

And now you’re a wailing, wiggling, moaning mess, and if your daddies didn’t have their two big hands on your knees holding you open, you would be slamming your legs closed, trying to fight the freight train that’s roaring in your ears as you come hard on Papi’s fingers and squeal and forget how to breathe through it all.

You hear Papi say something, but you can’t make it out through the haze of your wailing. And you almost don’t realize it’s your own voice making such a big sound, until you pause to take a deep breath and the wail winds down to a whimper.

“Good girl, bebita. You did so good for us.”

Your eyes are still closed, watering just a little in the corners. You feel like you’re floating, and you breathe in and breathe out and let your daddies help you down from your dizzy heights. Daddy Steve runs one big hand up and down your shin and places soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, while Papi crawls up on the bed next to you and starts stroking your head and murmuring low in your ear that you’re so sweet, you’re so good, you’re so soft. You did great, bebita.

You whine out a breath and open your eyes to see Papi looking into you with his big handsome brown eyes.

“I did good?”

He chuckles and kisses you and says, “Yes, princess, you did so good for me. Do you want to play with both of us now?”

“Yes, Papi. Please.”

And Papi looks down to the end of the bed and nods at Daddy, and you look deep into Papi’s eyes. And he leans down and kisses you, and tells you again and again what a good girl, so sweet for us, so good and soft. What a sweet little princess.

And you relax and finally remember how to breathe, and you snuggle into the crook of Papi’s arm and let him hold you. And you hear Daddy Steve unzip his pants, and then you feel him crawl up on the bed between your legs, and you let out a big soft sigh… because you know your daddies are going to take good care of you.

[albertasunrise]

The Unexpected Gift - Part 12

Masterlist

Summary: When a baby girl is dropped on Javier Peña’s doorstep with a note claiming she’s his, he’s suddenly thrust into fatherhood. With no clue what to do, he will need all the help he can get if he’s not to stumble at the first hurdle.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader, Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. This will be 18+ If you are triggered by anything to do with babies then read at your own risk… timeline has taken a nose dive sooo.. yeah 🤪 

(Well, sorry this took so long! Had some personal shit to deal with but yeah... wading my way through that. Anywho, decided that this fic was done but obviously it needs a soppy ending so here ya have it! Enjoy 😘)

Series Masterlist- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Having a newborn is hard.

You’d somehow forgotten that fact but as you stood rocking your newborn daughter in your arms as Javier attempted to prepare her morning bottle, you started to remember. Javier was finally able to help out a little more. The first week had been tough as he was restricted to bed rest but as soon as he was strong enough, and alert enough, to help you with the baby he was there. You had started pumping as well as breastfeeding which gave him the chance to feed her too, something he cherished. It also gave you a chance to get Maria up and dressed for the day, something Javier had struggled with. The toddler going through a phase of running (waddling) around her room and refusing to get dressed every morning. With his stitches, she was easily able to outrun him.

“Right… Hand her over.” He said as he placed the bottle on the side table and motioned for you to pass him the baby “Morning bebita.” He said sweetly as he grinned down at his little girl, sitting down slowly and grabbing the bottle.

“I’ll go sort the gremlin.” You then stated as you grinned at the sight of your love feeding his daughter before eying up Maria’s bedroom door “Wish me luck.”

“Rooting for you.” Javier replied as he looked up at you and grinned “She’s probably still tired from her wild adventure with Steve yesterday so hopefully she’ll go easy on you today.”

“One can wish.” You chuckled as you made your way over to her room, praying Javier was right.

He watched you go before he returned his attention to Lía who was suckling at her bottle eagerly as her legs kicked and her arms waved. As he looked at her, he felt complete for the first time in a long time. He hadn’t felt like this since María had arrived. All that had followed after that had left him feeling conflicted and confused but now, as he sat there feeding the life he created with you, he felt complete.

“Papiiii.” Screeched María as she tottled along, hand in hand, with you from her bedroom.

Since learning to walk, there had been no stopping her. She wanted to walk everywhere and would only go in the pram when her eyes drifted shut and she lost her battle to stay awake. 

“Good Morning, Princesa." He gushed as he watched her approach from his spot on the couch "How is my beautiful girl this morning?" He asked as watched you lift his daughter up so she could sit beside him. 

She didn't answer him which wasn’t unusual. She instead watched her new little sister as she suckled enthusiastically at her bottle before reaching out to grab one of her tiny hands with her own. 

“Swish.” She breathed as she watched her sister with awe. 

"That's right Bonita... You little sister." Javi cooed as he looked at his firstborn. The wonderful gift that had made him a father. 

Looking up at you as you gazed lovingly down at the scene, he thought about how this wasn't something he'd ever have. Perhaps for a second, he thought he might. When Lorainne had told him that she was pregnant and he has proposed to her but then it turned out she'd faked it all and that dream had disappeared like a puff of smoke. 

"You want some coffee?" You asked sweetly, pulling from his thoughts and he nodded. 

"Please." He replied before looking down at his newest baby and noting that she'd finished her bottle "Up we go." He said as he sat the little one up to pad her back, giggling as she burped. 

"EWWWW." María piped up as she scrunched her nose and Javier chuckled.

"You did that too Princesa... Don't pull faces." He finished with a wink. 

"Here you go." You said as you handed Javier his mug "Legs get you some breakfast hmm." You said to María, scooping the toddler up to pop her in her highchair. 

Placing a bowl of mixed fruit in front of the toddler, you chuckled as stuffed her face with excitement. Screaming 'Papi' and 'Mumma' between bites. Since picking up these words, they were her most used whether she wanted either of you or not. That and Swish. 

She'd become attached to her sister from the moment you'd brought her home. She doted on her. Wanting to help in whatever way she can. Hold her whenever she can and place soft kisses on her brow when she cried. You and Javier couldn't have been more proud of her. As every parent did, they had worried she wouldn't take well to not being the only baby anymore. How wrong you had been. 

Javier sipped at his coffee as he watched Lía snooze in his arms. His wound was starting to ache and before he'd even had a chance to bring it up, you were giving him his pain pills. 

"I love you." He gushed as you popped the pills in his mouth for him before he washed them down with his coffee. 

"I love you too Papi." You grinned, leaning forward slightly to place a soft kiss on his lip. 

He hummed into it which made you grin but as you pulled away he said something that took your breath away. 

"Marry me." 

"What?" You whispered and he grinned at you. 

"Marry me." He repeated and you choked on a sob "I don't have a ring or a speech planned." He continued, watching as you pulled back so you could look at him properly "I have made a lot of mistakes in my life and I never thought I would deserve to have all this but for whatever reason, I've been so blessed. You are my heart and my soul and I want to spend forever with you Carino." His voice was shaking as he spoke and his eyes filled with tears as he asked you again "Will you do me the honour of being my wife?" 

"Yes?" You rushed out. 

You didn't even need to think about it. You wanted to be his wife. Smiles split both your faces as you take both his coffee and the baby from him, placing Lía in her Moses basket before you carefully climbed on his lap and kissed him deeply. María's screeches of protest pulled you from your moment and you both turned your head to look at her before bursting into fits of laughter. 

You then got up, grabbed her and proceeded to clean her up before placing her in her playpen. Sitting beside your now fiancé, the two of you watched as she played, her giggles and squeaks making your hearts sore. 

"So when do you want to get married?" He asked as he rolled his head to look at you. 

"Well, I'd marry you tomorrow if I could." You chuckled, smiling sweetly at him "But how about you focus on getting that bastard so we can get home to your pops and get married in Texas." 

"Yeah?" He asked, his heart skipping a beat at your suggestion "That sounds perfect baby." 

"Good." You replied with a smile "Means lots of time to plan." You finished with a wink." 

~

Two years later...

Javier paced his small little room as he desperately tried to get his tie straight. It was his fifth attempt to get it on and when he turned to see it still wasn't right, he tore it off and he let out a frustrated yell.

Why couldn't he get his damn tie straight?

"What the tie do you?" Steve chuckled as he stepped inside, handing Javier a much-needed finger of whisky. 

"Can't get it straight." Javier grumbled as he sipped at his drink. 

"What me to help?" Steve asked and Javier shrugged, handing the fabric to his friend "So, you're totally not nervous?" He teased and Javier snorted. 

"Bricking it." He replied and Steve chuckled.

"It'll be fine." The blonde said in an attempt to soothe his partner "She looks amazing by the way." 

"It's bad luck to see the bride!" Javier snapped and Steve belly laughed at that. 

"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride." He clarified "Not the best man." 

Javier grumbled at that but remained still so Steve could sort his tie "There." The blonde said before giving his friend a friendly pat on the arm "Just breathe, finish that whiskey and let's get out there." 

"Okay." he replied with a nod, downing the last of his whiskey and placing the glass down "Let's get me married." 

... 

If Javier had thought he was nervous before, it was nothing compared to what he felt now as his eyes scanned the many guests that were perched in the pews of his local church. Steve was standing dutifully beside him and Javier was glad of him. It had taken them another year and a half to take down the bastard Escobar. It had almost cost them their lives on several occasions, so to be standing here now with him was more than Javier could have wished for. 

The music started and everyone stood. 

Steve gave Javier's arm a quick squeeze and the older man looked over his shoulder at him, nodding his thanks before looking ahead again. 

"Awwww" The church erupted in gushes and coos as María led her tottling sister down the aisle first, holding the basket in front of the toddler so she could throw the petals down around them. 

Javier's heart warmed to see his almost 4-year-old daughter and his two-year-old as they grinned and giggled. María the spitting image of him with her chocolate curls, brown eyes and pouty lip. Lía looked more like you as the days went by. She had his dark eyes and cheeky personality but she'd inherited your eyes and smile. 

As soon as Lía saw him she was off. 

"PAPI PAPI PAPI." She squealed as she ran to him, falling into his arms as she reached the altar.

"Well done Dulzura." He gushed as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek, grinning when María tugged on his pant leg "You too Princessa." 

"Unky Steve?" She asked, her sad brown eyes looking up at him as her arms reached out and the blonde picked her up without question. 

Next came Connie, adorned in a flowy silver-grey dress and Javier heard his partner's breath hitch a moment. Still a love-sick fool after all these years, but he didn't have long to laugh before his own breath got stuck in his throat. He couldn't stop the tears as you walked down the aisle, arm linked with his father's, looking the very picture of perfection. 

Your dress was of a simple design. Detailed top with a long satin skirt but it suited you perfectly. You looked like an angel. You were visibly nervous as you concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and he smiled as he remembered the conversation you and Chucho had shared just a few nights previous. 

"Don't you let me fall!" You'd said to him and Chucho had sworn that he would take care of you. 

Reaching the altar, you kissed Chucho on the cheek before turning to face the man that was about to become your husband. Giggling as he sobbed. 

"So much for not crying." You whispered and he snorted. 

"Shut up Mi Amor." 

The ceremony went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were full of food and making your way to the dance floor. Steve announcing that you were about to do your first dance grabbed everyone's attention and you suddenly felt even more nervous than you had before the ceremony.

"We just need to sway." Javier said sweetly to you upon noticing how nervous you looked. 

You gave him a nod and a smile, practically melting when the tune started to play over through the speakers. Your arms looped around his neck and his around your waist and you did just as he said. You swayed. For a moment, everything just fell away and it was just the two of you. 

"I love you Mrs Peńa." He said softly before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. 

"I love you too husband." 

He rested his forehead against yours as the two of you swayed, not even noticing the other people joining you. For a short while, you were the only ones there but as the music died down, so did your movements. As you came to a complete stop you were greeted by the Murphys. Steve holding both your children as Connie carried Olivia. 

"These three are ready to hit the hay we reckon." They said and you both studied their tired little faces before nodding your agreement. 

"Wish this one would do the same." You chuckled as you placed your hand over your swollen belly and Javier swooned. 

Bending down he placed a soft kiss on your bump "Calm down little one. Let Momia rest a while." 

Unsurprisingly the baby inside you settled and you rolled your eyes before kissing him sweetly. You bid your children goodnight and thanked Connie and Steve for taking them, before rejoining your party. Lorraine and her family making an appearance had certainly been a surprise, to say the least, but when she'd congratulated you both and gushed over your family. Past hurts seemed long buried. 

The party went on late but no one except Chucho seemed to slow down. He went to bed, placing himself on toddler duty and you continued to enjoy yourselves until finally. The music ran out, the bar ran dry and everyone called it a night. 

~

4 months later...

"What do you reckon they're having?" Asked Connie as she placed the baby monitor on the table. 

"Reckon it'll be another girl." Steve replied as he dried his hands. 

"Hmmm... I reckon it'll be a boy this time." Connie countered "Little mini Javi to finish the pack." 

Steve snorted and Connie looked at him in surprise. 

"What?" 

"Just funny that you think Javier will stop at three." The blonde chuckled as he took a sip of his beer. 

"Why... he said something to you?" Connie questioned and Steve just shrugged "Come on Steve..." She groaned and he chuckled.

"Javier may have slipped up the other night that he wants a huge family..." Steve trailed off "Like at least one or two more minimum." 

"Minimum?" Connie shrieked and Steve laughed. 

"Lord help her vagina." 

Steve spat his drink everywhere.

... 

Javier was relieved that this labour had been drama free. Connie and Steve had happened to be in town for a last-minute visit when your waters had broken a week early. After fussing over the kids for longer than was probably necessary he had gotten you into the truck and to the hospital in record time. 

Now he was holding your hand as you pushed his youngest into the world, muttering words of encouragement against your sweat-slick skin. The two of you had decided not to learn the sex this time, having enjoyed the surprise that was Lía. You had bets running between yourselves and Chucho though as to what it was going to be. Chucho and you agreed on a boy but Javier was sure it was another girl. 

"One more push." The doctor ordered one more you gave him. 

The veins in your forehead popped as you did and then when the room was suddenly filled with the cries of your newborn, you allowed yourself to cry finally. 

"Congratulations ." The nurse gushed as she carried the tiny being over to you "A girl!" She gushes and you groaned "Disappointed?" She asked as she placed your baby on your chest. 

"A little." You confessed, "Now I owe him a hundred bucks." 

This elicited laughs from everyone but your new daughter. 

"Welcome to the world Amor." Javier gushed as kissed his baby's furrowed brow. 

"She got a name?" The nurse asked and you both nodded.

"Isabella Peña," Javier confirmed and you smiled sweetly as she sucked at your skin. 

"Our little Isabella." You cooed before allowing them to take her and clean her. 

...

Connie was playing with the girls when the door opened. Steve was out of the kitchen in a flash, bread crust hanging from his mouth. 

"Well?" He said, muffled by the bread and Connie gave her husband an amused look before returning her attention to you both as you raised the carrier so they could see. 

"Girl." Javier confirmed and Steve punched the air. 

"Fluff yeah." He expelled "You owe me a hundred bucks." He finished and Connie scoffed. 

"Ugh." Connie grumbled before she turned to you and Javier with a mortified expression "Sorry... I'm sorry, it's just-" 

"I had the same reaction when they told me." You interrupted, smirking at her "This asshole is 200 bucks better off." 

"I'm so happy for you." Steve cooed as he walked up to you both and pulled you into a friendly hug.

"Yeah yeah." You said as you rolled your eyes at the blonde. 

"Swish?" 

Everyone stopped dead and turned to look at Lía who was stood pointing at Isabella.

"No Lia..." María scoffed "She's our sister." she corrected as she dramatically rolled her eyes.

You all erupted into laughter.

"What?" Marie asked, throwing her arms up in the air and Steve picked her up. 

"We'll tell you when you're older." He replied before kissing her on the cheek. 

Everyone laughed again when she scrunched her face and wiped her cheek in disgust. 

"Swish." Lía repeated as she tottled over to you and Javier as you sat down gingerly on the couch. 

Watching her as she affectionately stroked her sister's head and kissed her nose. 

"You're well and truly outnumbered now brother." Steve teased as he walked over to where everyone was gazing down at the newborn as she slept soundly in Javier's arms. 

"Not so bad." Javier shrugged as he looked at you and then his partner "They're all pretty cute." 

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[pascalpanic]

I’ve been feeling it for Javi lately because I just started narcos and safe to say I’m obsessed. I was thinking about how sometimes he might not be the best at communicating when he’s had a bad day or needs something from his partner but imagine him coming home after a long week and being surprised by his girl welcoming him home in a full on matching lingerie set like Ouf. He would be so feral but also so happy that he finally has someone who just knows him enough to know he needs a lil loving

Angel (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: ^^^

Warnings: lots of sexual shit, pwp essentially, lingerie, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected P in V sex (pls wrap it before you tap it), squirting, cum-eating, spanking/a single slap to the thigh, dom/sub elements

W/C: 2k

A/N: I’m trying to clear out my inbox! if you have a request it’s coming! anyway good morning have some smut.

“Welcome home, baby,” you coo as the lock clicks open and Javier walks into the apartment. There’s a thud as he drops his briefcase, and a strangled noise as he looks up and spots you, perched on the arm of the sofa.

You’re wearing a creamy white lingerie set, and Javier thinks he’s going to die. Long white stockings cover your legs, held up by a garter belt encircling your waist. You wear lacy white crotchless panties, and your legs are spread open to showcase the fact. Your breasts are held up by a tight bustier, with sheer cups to allow him to see how your nipples have peaked. There’s even a matching white choker around your neck, lacy and delicate. The bustier has straps across your chest, with a ring in the middle- the whole thing has a very bondage-esque vibe, and it sends all of the blood in the DEA agent’s body to his painfully hard dick.

Javier nearly quakes when he sees the sight in front of him. It’s been a long week, filled with seemingly endless hours at the office, coming home for a few hours of sleep and a shower. He’d been at Steve’s throat, but when the office got sent home early on this Friday night, he took the first chance he could to get out.

You’ve noticed. How can you not? Javi’s never around, and when he is, he’s frustrated. What better way to relax him than with his favorite vice, your body?

From where you sit, you beckon Javier over with a single finger. He gulps and you can already see his pants tenting at the sight of you. The white is stunning, making him fall to his knees in front of you. It makes you look so innocent, so pure, and Javier thinks of all the nasty things you’ve done to each other; you’re far from innocent now. “Baby girl,” Javier whispers reverently, his hands sliding up your stocking-covered legs.

“You like it?” You ask and arch your back a little, breasts sticking out further, legs spread wider. “It’s all for you, Javi,” you murmur, slipping your fingers into his hair. “Know you had a tough week. You didn’t tell me, but I knew.”

He nods and rests his head against your knee. “The hardest I’ve ever had. So fuckin’ close to getting Quica, and yet-“

“Don’t start talking shop,” you whisper to him, massaging his scalp. “It’s the weekend, baby. No work until Monday.” Your foot traces up and down his clothed side. “I got all this for you,” you murmur to him and take his hand, tracing it up to cup your breast, moaning softly as you make him roll his thumb across your nipple.

“Look so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” Javier groans as he paws at the skin through the lace, feeling the delicate nub against his fingertips. “Like an angel.” His Texan accent comes out when he’s tired or turned on, and it’s hard to tell at first which one.

You know which one it is when his other hand traces across the lace panties, his fingers running over skin where the panties are slit. “Javi,” you whimper as he finds the dripping wetness of your core. “Please, baby. You wanna use me? Go right ahead.”

Grunting, Javier stands. He pulls his hands away from you completely, making you groan, but then he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom. He tosses you on the bed, making you squeal, and gets to work undressing himself. He mutters in frustration as he has to go through every little button.

Moments later, he’s completely nude, his rock-hard length evident. “Mm, dulzura,” he murmurs as he kneels on the edge of the bed and pulls you to it.

“Baby,” you whine as he spreads your legs, but he doesn’t go for your aching slit quite yet. Javier’s lips find the edge of your stockings and press kisses there, then he traces along the edges with his tongue. The feeling is overwhelmingly arousing, feeling Javier’s hot mouth through the holes of the lace. He finishes one leg and moves to the other, making you pout. “Please, Javi. Don’t tease.”

Javier smacks his hand into your thigh, hard, leaving the hot mark of his palm and fingers behind. He looks up at you with fiery eyes. “You told me to use you. I’m doing what the fuck I want to do,” he murmurs, going back to his actions and nipping at the skin.

You squeal at the feeling of his teeth, at the way he’s manhandling you but somehow painfully soft and affectionate. It’s the most perfectly Javier moment, especially when he sits back and stands, then pulls you to him by the loop over your chest.

“I’m not playing nice tonight,” he warns you, his face close to yours. “You still want it?”

Now it’s your turn to gulp. Javier is painfully hard, you can feel it against your side, and all you want is that inside of you, no matter the cost. “Yes, Javi,” you purr submissively, and he pulls you even closer with a finger through the metal loop.

He kisses you bruisingly hard, his hip starting to rut into your side. You nip at his lip teasingly and Javier grunts, breaking away and panting. “Oh fuck,” he shudders as he looks down at your breasts in that bustier, pushing them up higher. He falls to his knees on the bed this time, pulling you closer by the loop once more and turning his attention to your chest.

Not a millimeter of skin is untouched, Javier’s mouth kissing and licking and sucking and biting you. There’s sure to be constellations of love bites and bruises across your tits tomorrow, but you want it. You wrap your arms around Javi and fall back, lying down now.

Javier suckles your nipples through the lace, dampening the lingerie and making you groan helplessly. One of his thighs is pressed against your aching clit, and you grind against it, desperate to feel anything from him. You cry out as he tugs at the nipple with his teeth, pulling the lingerie with his mouth. You grind yourself harder into the strong muscle of his leg, desperate.

“You want my mouth somewhere else, bebita?” Javier murmurs with his mouth between your tits, eyes looking up at you with both teasing and desire.

Nodding, you roll your hips into his leg again. “Right here, Javi,” you choke out, spreading your legs wider and planting your heels on the bed for traction.

“I want to take my time and devour every inch of you, pretty girl,” he murmurs as his lips find your navel, just above the garter belt. “And you’ll take it, won’t you?”

Nodding, Javier laps at the soft skin of your stomach, his hands gripping your sides as he works lower, dampening the edges of the lace panties with his painfully wet and hot tongue.

Your legs open wider and you bury your hands in his hair, and he finally turns his attention to the aching between your legs. “I haven’t even touched you here yet,” he murmurs in astonishment as he runs a finger through your folds, smirking as you keen into his finger when it presses against your clit. You’re drenched and you know it. “Hands and knees,” Javier orders, and you immediately comply.

He does this sometimes, when he wants you to feel it in a different way. His hands grip your ass, digging into the soft plush skin he finds there. The soft noise you make at the feeling of his fingers digging in is overtaken by a louder moan as his mouth finally finds your clit, sucking and lapping at it.

You’re so aroused that it takes a very short time before you’re coming apart, face pressed into the pillows. “Javi, Javi,” you cry again and again, fingers digging into the bedsheets.

He slips two fingers inside of you and you’re done for. The second he curls them, you shout his name again and let yourself go, the agonizing bliss rushing through your body.

When you’re done, Javi delivers a sharp smack to your ass. “Didn’t say you could cum,” he reminds you and kneads the flushed skin he just struck. “That means I’m going to fuck you and I don’t give a damn if you cum again.”

With any other man, you’d snort. One orgasm is all you get if you’re lucky. But this is Javier. He’ll spend hours with his mouth on you, making you cum so many times he has to be the one to keep track.

But this is Javier, and so you nod and wave your ass seductively in the air, daring to push into his hips and grind the soft skin there into his hard member. “Okay,” you murmur, and Javier pushes into you harshly, groaning at the way the lace parts with your folds.

The feeling of him inside of you is always a stretch, but always in the best way. He wastes no time in chasing his own high, gripping your hips hard and thrusting with all of his might.

Every slap of his hips into your ass, every time he pounds into your g-spot, every little thing he does is too much. You’re still reeling from the orgasm not too long ago, overwhelmed and rushed.

It doesn’t matter that Javier isn’t trying to get you off; he does it anyway. The pounding into your g-spot coupled with the way his dick stretches you had you orgasming again, squirting all over him and crying out his name.

“Look at that,” he says with a smirk, between grunts. “Look at you, bebita. Not even getting you off, just fucking using you, and you squirt all over me. But you didn’t fucking ask, did you?” He says with another smack to the ass. He pulls out completely, leaving you feeling desperately empty and fluttering against nothing. “Sit up.”

You comply, feeling your sensitive clit as it brushes against the cool bedsheets. You look up at him with wide eyes, as if you don’t know what seems to be the problem.

“You said to use you, I’m going to use you. Open,” he says and cups your jaw. Once you do, he wastes no time in slipping himself into the desperately hot confines of your mouth. You swirl your tongue around him and he grunts. “Dirty girl. You don’t even get to cum like this and you love it.”

You nod as you suck on the tip, working your tongue against the frenulum. He’s achingly hard, just about to cum. You know it. You know Javier’s body, know the little mannerisms.

“I’m going to cum down your throat, you got that?” He asks as he holds onto your throat, not squeezing or pressing. Just holding you there. In response, you take him into your throat and swallow around him, making him groan harder.

“Fuckin’ dirty little angel, wearing white lingerie and making me fuck her,” he says with a strained voice, impossibly close. “I ruined her. I ruined her and she fuckin’ loves it- fuck,” he cries as he shoots his hot release down your throat and you swallow every last bit.

When he’s done, he pulls out from your mouth and groans, lying on the bed and pulling you to follow him. His arms wrap around you and he kisses your head. “Was that what you had in mind?” He asks with a hoarse voice.

“Are you relaxed?” You ask, swallowing hard and knowing your throat will be sore in the morning. Just another delicious reminder of how good Javier is.

He nods softly, and you smile and kiss his lips ever so lightly. “Then it’s exactly what I wanted.”

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Hello again darling! Can you do 5 with Javi from your prompt list please!😘

welcome back sweetheart! yes yes yes I’m here for soft!Javi

Pairing: Javier Pena x reader

Raiting: fluff, soft!Javier because that should be a warning

MASTERLIST

You woke up to a empty bed and hushed voices. You sat up, very much naked, and tried to listen to who was talking. 

“will you keep it down, Y/N is still sleeping” Javier whispered yelled

You could hear Steve let out a small chuckle, “Man, you’ve got it bad for them huh?” 

You didn’t listen for a reply, you stepped out of bed and grabbed Javi’s shirt on the floor. Partly becaise he ripped yours last night, mostly because it smells good. You walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen where your boys stand. The minute they saw you, the hushed talking stopped. “Mornin’ Y/N’ Steve said with a little tilt of his head. “Mornin’ Stevie’ You replyed softly. 

You looked to Javi and he just stared at you with question. “Is there a special reason your wearing my shirt?” You could hear the amusement in his voice. You looked at the ground bashfully and said, “I- well- you ripped mine and- uh , it smells good” You whispered the last part, hoping no one heard you. Oh boy were you wrong, Steve heard you. 

“I’m sorry what Y/N, we didn’t quite catch that”

You groaned out in annoyance, “I said it smells good okay!” At the confession your face turned tomato red. Javi and Steve giggled like little school girls. “Alright knock it off you tow, Your worse than 12 year olds” You stepped around them to get some coffee. You felt someones hands go around your waist. 

“if your just here to laugh at me some more then you can leave” You heard Javi let out a chuckle. “Oh bebita, i love it when you wear my shirts,” There was a breif pause before he leaned down to whisper into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“, you should do it more often”and walked away with a slap on your ass. You heard a laugh from the living room and you let out another groan. 

Oh god, Steve was going to give you some much shit

[januaryembrs]

THAT GIRL IS A PROBLEM | JAVIER PENA X AGENT!READER (Part 3 teaser)

Javier Pena x f!Agent!reader MINI series. colleague romance, reader being bad ass, age gap (reader is 25 ish), sexual tension. if you’re anything like me, dissapointing your boss needs a heads up so that happens! Initial tension between you and Javi, Javier being a slut but being soft for you hehe etc

STARS MASTERLIST || THAT GIRL IS A PROBLEM - PART 1 || PART 2

“Jerk,” You muttered, watching Steve through the window walk up to the counter.

“It only hurts cause it’s true, Princessa.” He said smugly, not apologetic for the way your mood had shifted in the slightest.

Javier Pena had a way of capturing you with his wit and yet enraging you beyond belief at the same time. It was really quite impressive and you knew you did the same to him judging by how often Steve had to hear the two of you quarrelling like teenagers.

You scoffed at his words, turning to look at him with a scowl. Reaching up your hand, you went to give him a chastising slap to the thigh, half kidding of course.

Your breath was practically knocked out of you when a huge, tawny skinned hand wrapped around your wrist and stopped you in your tracks, yanking your bodyforward to meet his serious gaze.

There was a moment, when for once it was Javi catching you off guard, where you simple shared a breath, and stared at each other through the now enclosed space between you.

“It’s not nice to hit, bebita,” [baby girl] Javi’s low timbre met your ears, but there was a softness to his steely solemnity, as though he didn’t wish to interrupt the moment with too loud a sound.

“Maybe I’m not a nice girl,” You quipped back instantly, and something in his eyes flickered for a moment.

What the fuck was happening.

You saw his gaze catch your lips, but you paid his own no mind. You were too enthralled in his eyes. You had never been so close to him to decipher their colour anything other than brown, but now you had a closer view you saw they were all shades ranging from deep, rich mahogany, to a cool, amber glint that reflected the sign behind you.

Before either of you could speak again, two chocolate bars were thrown into your lap from your open window.

“Here’s your Coke,” Steve said, handing it to you as he got back into the truck, once again lost to the energy he had just returned to. You took it from him with a ‘thankyou’, opening the can with a hiss and gulping down a sip.

Steve may have been unaware of whatever it was he had just returned to, but something hot and craving for the feeling the air held in that silent moment with Javi had ripped its way through your stomach for the rest of the night.

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Authors Note: I am so sorry this has taken so long! Life has been a little hectic and with other WIPs this took a bit of a tumble but part 3 is coming out very soon I promise! 💜

Also thank you so so so much for the praise and reception this has got! I am genuinely blown away at how many people liked parts one and two (1 stands at 129 notes and 2 is 121 notes!) I might even add my first ever attempt at writing smut just because of the love this is receiving so enjoy this teaser while I think over it.

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