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Oh wow, yeah this is DEFINITELY Javi x Querida vibes.
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Cigarettes & Feelings
“I know you see me there you’re always playing this game”
(Javi Peña x f! reader) Part 2 (+18)
A/N: if there’s one thing I love, it’s a man in denial about having a crush, and a man coming to accept that he does have said crush. It’s chefs kiss. You’ll be angry with Javi in the first half of the chapter (he’s a douche) but after a quick trip to the brothel, he’s got his shit straightened out..well, sorta.
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~word count: 3.9k~
Summary: Agent Peña, Bogotá's infamous playboy. Has he met his match when he meets you, the US Embassy's newest receptionist.
Warnings: Javi acting like a stereotypical douche/playboy, Murphy tells him to cut that shit out, Javi takes his frustrations out at the brothel, smut (not with the reader) protected sex, nipple play, doggy style, praise kink, very light breath play, teasing, pillow talk, nicknames such as: cariño, hermosa, muñeca, whore is used but not in a derogatory sense, Javi is put in his place twice, denial of feelings of course, Javi and the reader reach a middle ground by the end of the chapter, angsty vibes, internal thoughts, denial, pining (if you squint) Javi is turning over a new leaf thanks to some much needed advice, ends on a cliffhanger sorry not sorry hehe, (+18) minors dni!
Agent Peña Playlist:
Bogotá, Colombia 1988
It had been a whole month since you started to work at the US Embassy in Colombia. An entire month of Javier Peña’s fruitless attempts at getting you to fall for his vexatious charm. He’d go out of his way to make a comment about your nails. Saying that a specific shade of pink that was doted on your nails, really brought out the color in your eyes. Could he be any less original? Every time ‘querida’ or ‘hermosa’ or any other nicknames Javier had so graciously given you would slip past his plush pink lips, your eyes would immediately roll like a pair of dice. It was becoming a routine for you, turning down agent Peña’s flirtations towards you was a piece of cake. The other receptionists started to catch on as well and no longer fed into the agent's bullshit.
Javier was feeling personally vexed by you. Even more so now that he could no longer look forward to a quick fuck from one of the other receptionists that used to be wrapped around his finger. It seemed like you were going to end up being a real thorn in his side. Murphy on the other hand was truly getting a kick out of seeing his partner getting shot down by you everyday. It was like clockwork, and a breath of fresh air to see Javier be humbled by you.
“You know..she’s really not even that pretty. Average at best.” Javi had muttered with a cigarette pursed between his lips as he was going through another file that could potentially help bring down Pablo Escobar.
“Wasn’t it just the other day you were saying that she was the hottest thing on two legs? Or were you talking about someone else? Hard to keep track of all of them, Javi.” Murphy didn’t even look up from his typewriter and he already knew that Javi was rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, that was when she wasn’t getting in my way of getting some decent pussy around here. She’s somehow managed to get every single fucking woman in the office to turn on me. Un-fucking believable.” Javi was in fact rolling his eyes.
“Why don’t you just jerk off like a normal fucking person if it aggravates you that much. Or, I don’t know, maybe not eye fuck her every chance you get? Just a thought. Connie would be tearing you a new one if she heard the shit that just came out of your mouth Peña.” Murphy reached over and snatched the file from the agent's hands without another word.
Javier's eyes narrowed over his desk. He was feeling annoyed and perhaps even a little offended by Murphy’s words. “Is that what your married life consists of? Only having the option to jerk off? You poor poor man.” He pushed himself out of his chair with a huff as he doused his cigarette out and grabbed his leather jacket. “I’m going out.” He announced to the other agent before grabbing his badge and gun and strode out the office space. He walked right past your little cubicle, and you could feel the irritation radiating off of his skin as his magnetic cinnamon brown eyes met yours for a millisecond before he was quickly looking away, gritting his jaw tightly.
Murphy was chuckling under his breath as Javi announced his departure. His stature alone was a dead giveaway on where exactly he was headed off to. Javi often visited the local brothel whenever he was facing frustrations that could only seemingly be coddled by his cock sheathed in a woman’s warmth. “Uh huh. Enjoy getting your dick wet, asshole.” Murphy muttered to himself before he got up from his desk and made his way over to your cubicle.
“Let me guess, he’s off to the brothel again?” You looked up at the agent with a small grin graced across your features.
“He sure is. I think you’ve really managed to get unimaginably deep beneath his skin. I gotta say, I’m impressed. He’ll be back after he goes and licks his wounds. Good job on keeping him humbled.” He shot you a wink, giving you a light fist bump.
“Have I really? I had no idea he was that sensitive. You’d think at this point he’d just get over himself.” You let out a faux sigh of disappointment.
“Javier? Getting over himself? Not a chance, sweetheart. You’re certainly giving him a run for his money. It’s a breath of fresh air to see.”
“A man’s gotta give up eventually, right? How long is he realistically going to keep this up?”
“Not Javier I’m afraid. The only way he’s going to give up is if he feels like he stands no chance. Right now, he still thinks that you’re just playing a game with him.” Murphy stated what he felt was the obvious.
You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. Javier Peña was vexing you in his own way.
“A game that he has no chance of winning.”
The sound of skin slapping against sweat soaked skin mixed in with high octave moans of pleasure could be heard through the thin walls of one of Medellíns many brothels. Javier was a frequent customer who tipped well, and never left a woman there feeling unsatisfied.
Catalina was his personal favorite at this brothel but he wasn’t particularly picky either. He just liked her for the fact that she understood him best. Always let him vent to her after he’d fuck her brains out. He never had a problem paying her extra for her services.
His hand was firmly wrapped around her throat with his thumb lightly applying pressure to her windpipe as he fucked her from behind. His free hand found purchase around her middle, grasping firmly around the soft tissue of her breast as he yanked her back against his chest. Her strangled moans drove him forward as he snapped his hips against her ass at an unforgiving pace. His lips were all over her skin, her cheek, jawline, neck. He was a biter. His teeth nipped at the skin below her ear as filth slipped past his lips. “Give it to me, hermosa. I need it so bad. Soak my cock with this tight little pussy. C’mon, muñeca. Give. It. To. Me.” He grunted deeply against her ear, letting his hand drift from her breast down her navel where his fingers began to toy with her clit, rubbing the small bud in tight, expert circles.
She came undone around him shortly after, crying out his name.
Javi. Javi. Javi.
“Cata, how do I get through to someone as stubborn as her? This game her and I are playing is fun, don’t get me wrong, but she’s so fucking frustrating.” Javier spoke with a soft breath, resting his arm behind his head as she lit the cigarette between his lips, brushing her fingers across his jawline gently.
“Javier, not every woman is going to be interested in you. Although, I can’t wrap my head around as to why..” she pressed a kiss to his bicep, resting her cheek along the crook of his neck.
Javi took a deep inhale as he let his free arm gently drop along her shoulders, fingers lightly dancing across her warm skin. “She’s the first woman I have come across that hasn’t shown a lick of interest in me. Or, she just does a real damn good job of hiding it from me.” He chuckled, blowing the smoke up towards the low-lit ceiling.
“Are you nice to her, Javier? You’re gorgeous, no doubt, but not every woman is into asshole DEA agents. Maybe you should try a different tactic and see how she responds? I know women very very well. We deserve to be, and should be respected by our male counterparts. I may be a whore, who enjoys being fucked like one, but that doesn’t mean I’d enjoy it if you degraded me, or made me feel like I was less than a person.”
Javier paused for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep inhale. No, he hadn’t really thought about it that way. Had he disrespected you and just not realized it? Perhaps Catalina was right, perhaps he needed to take an entirely different approach when it came to pursuing you. “Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty nice. I make comments about her nails and how the shade she is wearing really brings out the color of her eyes. Okay, and I eye fuck her at least once or twice a day. I’ve respected you, haven’t I? I’ve..never degraded you, have I muñeca?”
Catalina couldn’t help but lightly giggle as she pressed a soft kiss to his neck, reaching up and plucked the cigarette between his lips and brought the unlit end to her own, taking a slow drag as she rolled over onto her back with ease. “My sweet, it sounds to me that you might be developing a crush for this girl, hmm? Has Javier Peña finally met his match? Perhaps you should stop eye fucking her, and cool it with the compliments. Those end up growing old very fast, and she probably would appreciate it if you had..a normal conversation with her? You have always respected me, Javi. You happen to be my favorite customer and no, it’s not just because of your cock. You’re a passionate lover, and I appreciate the fact that you’ve never treated me any differently for the fact that I’m a whore. So why would you treat this girl any differently?”
Javier couldn’t help but scoff under his breath at her comment about him having a crush on you. Javier Peña did not have crushes. He fucked with no strings attached, period. “Hermosa, I do not have a crush on her. Since when do I ever have crushes? Do I look like a little school girl to you?” He chuckled, rolling over onto his elbow, propping himself up. He let his hand drift around her bare breast, lightly toying with her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before he was leaning over and replacing his fingers with his mouth as he wrapped his lips around the nub, kissing and licking languidly.
Catalina let out a hum, letting her eyes flutter shut as she took another drag from the cigarette. She slowly slid her fingers through his sexed up hair, twirling a strand around her finger. “Denial is the first stage to acceptance, Javi. I know a man that has a crush when I see one, and you most definitely have one cariño.”
Javi let out a low growl, scraping his teeth along her sensitive nub as he flicked his tongue across it, nose firmly pressed against the top of her plush breast. “I. Do. Not. Have. A. Crush.” He enunciated each syllable against her skin just to prove his point.
Catalina let out a low hiss, nearly dropping the cigarette from between her lips as she gripped his hair at the roots and firmly tugged on it. “Keep on telling yourself that Javier. You and I both know you’re lying.” She mewled.
Javier ignored her as his hand drifted down between her thighs and he wasted no time to coax them open so he could drag his fingers through her slick. “Hermosa, less talking. Let me take care of you some more.”
Javier didn’t leave the brothel till almost the evening hours. He paid Catalina handsomely for her services and then some. Before returning to the office, he made a quick pit stop at his apartment so he could shower, and rinse away the aroma of cum, and the stench of sex that was still lingering on his skin.
He was surprised to see that you were working late on a Friday night. He expected that you’d have some plans to go out dancing or drinking with friends. The night life in Medellín was like none other. More so, he was surprised that you were walking over to his desk of all places. What game could you possibly be playing at now, he wondered.
You weren’t 100% sure as to why you felt like being the bigger person and saying goodnight to Javier before you’d leave the office for the evening. Your feet were moving before your brain could stop you, and soon you found yourself standing in front of his desk.
He had a cigarette pursed between his lips, (he always did) and the smoke billowed up around his face like a gray halo. He was anything but a saint.
“Goodnight, Javier. I hope you have a pleasant weekend.”
Javi slowly looked up at you. He gave you a once over, despite Catalina’s warning to not do that anymore. His brow was raised as you bid him a good evening. “You as well, cariño. Have any fun plans for the weekend?” He was genuinely curious to hear your answer.
Your Friday night plans consisted of a bottle of wine, and a good book. You hadn’t made any friends as of yet, but Javier did not need to know that. That’s the last thing you needed the DEA agent to know.
“Uh huh. I do have fun plans actually.” The way you were no longer meeting his stare, was a dead giveaway for Javi to know that you were lying to him.
“Yeah? Well, what are these said fun plans that you have hermosa?” Javier asked with a smirk playing on his lips, taking a deep drag as the tip of the cigarette burned bright orange.
“Okay, so I lied. I don’t have any fun plans. Unless you consider going home and curling up on the couch with a good book, and a glass of wine, fun plans then no.”
Javier was shocked for the second time that evening in a matter of mere minutes. “You mean to tell me that someone as attractive as you are, has absolutely no plans to go out on this beautiful Friday night in Medellín? I don’t believe that for a minute cariño.”
“Yeah, so how about you don’t rub it in my face? Thanks. Anyway, I’m leaving now.” You were already turning on your heel when you felt Javier’s warm palm gently make contact with your wrist.
“I’m not trying to rub it in your face or anything like that hermosa. I’m genuinely just shocked that you’re not going out tonight. Medellín has so much to offer.” He paused, thinking about what he could say next and then it hit him. Here was his chance to see you outside the workplace for once.
“Well, you’re more than welcome to come out for drinks with Steve and I, and his wife Connie. I just have something to finish up here, and then I am going to go meet them.” He doused his cigarette against the ashtray, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he waited for your answer with a bated breath.
“Are you inviting me out for drinks because you think you’re going to get lucky tonight? Cause if that’s the case, then no. I’ll politely pass.” You fought the urge to scoff at the fact that he even bothered to ask you.
“No, that won’t be necessary at all. Can’t a coworker ask another coworker out for drinks and not assume he’s going to end up lucky?” Javier had a frown playing across his kissable lips that made you want to believe that he had an ulterior motive. Truthfully, you would much rather go out for drinks than spend another night alone.
“Okay, fine. No funny business, right?” You looked at him with a raised brow, arms crossed over your chest.
“No funny business, cariño. I promise. I’ll be on my very best behavior.” Javier assured you.
“Great. Glad that we’re finally on the same page, Peña. I’ll just need to run to my apartment real quick to change. These heels are fucking killing me.”
Javi was already up from his desk, grabbing his badge, gun and box of smokes as he swung his leather jacket over his shoulders. “Well, can’t say I’m surprised about that. They look incredibly uncomfortable. I give major props to you, and the other ladies in the office for wearing them everyday. Is your place far from here? I could always drive you, if you’d like.”
“I thought you had something you needed to finish up Javier?” You glanced over at him wearily as you processed the fact that he was genuinely being nice to you and not eye fucking you like you were a piece of meat. “Sure, that would be great actually. Just don’t get any ideas, alright?”
“It’ll become Monday’s problem. Although, Murphy and I are always on the job. Hence why I keep my badge and gun on me at all times. You just never know when you might really need it.” He swung his keys lightly around his finger as he gestured for you to walk in front. “What kinda ideas would I possibly get from you letting me drive you to your apartment cariño?” He couldn’t help but lightly chuckle as he walked alongside you, flicking the light off on his way out.
“Does it ever weigh on you? Not physically, but the fact that you always have to keep it on you?” You looked over at him as you adjusted the strap of your bag along your shoulder. “The kind that will make you think that I’m going to be inviting you into my apartment Javier.”
Javi wasn’t expecting your question to say the least. Your words immediately had a visible effect on him as it weighed on his mind. He held the door open to the parking lot on the side of the building for you to walk through first. “Sometimes it does. I usually don’t actively think about it. The badge and gun have just become a part of me, in a sense. If they’re not on my person, then they’re right next to my nightstand when I sleep. It just comes with this line of work. You always have to be prepared for the worst.” He opened the passenger side door for you. “I’ll wait outside your apartment door. How does that sound to you?”
“So I take it..there’s never a moment where you ever let your guard down? Simply because if you do, it could be a situation of either living or dying? Or maybe that’s too extreme for me to say.” You gave him a small nod as you climbed into the passenger seat taking a note of how tidy his car was. There was a lingering scent of tobacco smoke and cologne that seemed to be embedded in the upholstered seats.
Javi lightly shut the door behind you before he made his way over to the driver's seat and climbed in before he started the engine. “I’ve let my guard down plenty of times, hermosa. I’m only human after all. Mistakes happen unfortunately. I do my best to avoid those kinds of situations from happening, but sometimes it’s truly out of our control.” He placed his arm around the back of your seat as he backed out of the parking spot. You felt the warm skin of his forearm lightly brush against your neck. It sent welcoming shivers down your spine.
“I understand what you’re saying. You are only human after all like you said. I have to ask, do you think you’re gonna catch him?” Javier knew you were referring to Pablo Escobar. A Spineless coward, who was violent, and frankly a piece of shit that Javier wanted nothing more to see him rot in an American prison.
“If we don’t catch him, then I personally have failed the people of Medellín. This city is beautiful, vibrant, and Escobar has done nothing but fucking taint it.” He inhaled deeply, shaking his head at the thought of this slimiest excuse of man slipping through the DEA’s grasp once again. “Do you mind if we..if we don’t talk about my job for the rest of the evening? You’re not prying, and I can’t fault you for being curious, but I don’t sleep much as it is because of everything that is going on.”
Javi was internally beating himself up for allowing himself to show a moment of weakness to you. He didn’t want you to know just how much being a DEA agent truly affected him. He didn’t want you to know about everything he had sacrificed, and lost, just to get to where he was. He certainly did not need you knowing that he thought of himself as a failure.
You were shocked to see that a layer of figuratively tough skin was being pulled back from Javier’s natural flirtatious and playboy persona that he performed so well. You could only imagine what he had experienced in his line of work. “Of course. I’m sorry for bringing it up in the first place, Javi.” You thought about saying more, but the last thing you wanted to do was come across as being disingenuous.
Javi glanced at you for a moment as he did a damn good job of hiding his smile when you had comfortably called him Javi, instead of Javier. “Cariño, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for being curious. You’re not the first person to ask me about my job, and you won’t be the last. How about we both agree to just..let work go for the evening. It’s your first night out in Medellín, and I want to make sure it’s a memorable one.”
You were looking over at him now from where you sat in the passenger seat. “Okay, deal. Let’s let work go for the rest of the evening.”
“Trato, cariño.”
You gave Javi the directions to your apartment. It was just a few miles from the office, but you were grateful for him driving you. He waited just outside your apartment door, as promised. His back was against the wall, cigarette pursed between his lips as he lit the tip of it with practiced ease. As he waited for you to finish getting ready, he pressed the base of his palm against his forehead, replaying the conversation he had with you in his head, over and over again. Is this what Catalina meant when she advised him to be nicer to you? Did she mean that he needed to be vulnerable? He hated being vulnerable. He hated showing any signs of emotions, or weakness. So why the hell did he find it to be so goddamn easy to open up to you?
Just as he was pondering over the possible answer to his disarray, your apartment door opened, ceasing his current thoughts when he took in your appearance with a heavy gulp.
“What? Is there something on my face?” You asked when you caught the DEA agent staring at you for far too long. You could feel your skin heating up under his gaze. Except this time, he wasn’t staring at you like he wanted nothing more than to take you back into your apartment and fuck you into your mattress.
Oh no, Javier Peña was staring at you with timid adoration. His brown swirled with warm flecks of cinnamon eyes gazing at you under the fluorescent hanging light alongside your apartment door. The tip of his cigarette blazing orange, creating a flicker between his and your eyes.
“No. I am simply just finding myself being transfixed by your beauty, hermosa.” The words flowed thoughtfully past his plush lips.
Shit.
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𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 / Chapter IV.
PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character
SUMMARY: The beginning of the end...
WORD COUNT: ~7.5k
RATING: 18+ Mature topics such as sex, drugs, murder, the occult, religion, cannibalism and other triggering matters will be explored in this body of work. Minors DNI.
CHAPTER SPECIFIC TAGS: The start of a very wicked love triangle, slowburn slowburn slowburnnnn, mentions of religion (Catholicism), porn WITH plot !!!, some characterization, other things that I'm probably forgetting.
DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS: The Javier Peña referenced in this body of work is solely based off of the character that appears in Netflix’s Narcos and not the actual person. Very canon divergent and I will tweak things as I see fit to compliment the narrative of this story. While efforts have been made to be accurate in terms of canon timeline, a lot of details will be fictionalized.
A/N: this took me longer than i anticipated solely bc i hate rereading my writing lol i'm tryin suuuuper hard to get javi's characterization down so i hope i'm doing him justice fr 🙏🏽 the plot is slowly getting started and i'm just rly hype for it bc i love the whole southern gothic vibe like it EATS!!! anyways feel free to drop any type of feedback/support on this blog or ao3. i'd really appreciate it <3
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“You know, most guys woulda thrown in the towel by now.” Paloma tells him, legs steadily peddling her bicycle as Javier drives in his cruiser alongside her.
“Most guys are idiots, querida.” He replies cooly, one arm dangling lazily out of the driver’s side window and his aviators sitting pretty on the bridge of his nose.
Paloma’s laugh rings out beautifully and he can’t keep himself from smiling. “S’no wonder they quit on you. You’re stubborn as hell.” He grumbles, thinking of the various times that she’s rejected his offer to drive her wherever she needed.
Initially, Javier’s behavior bordered on being a downright nuisance, deliberately encroaching on her personal space with excessive proximity. It wasn’t entirely due to his duties; rather, he found amusement in witnessing her irritation. The combination of her sharp retorts and accompanying eye rolls became an addictive response he couldn’t resist provoking.
It was entertaining, to say the least.
Amidst his constant patrolling, Javier got to learn more about her little by little. Details like what her routine consists of and how she interacts with others.
It’s abundantly evident that Paloma is adored by nearly everyone she encounters. Her kindness, wit, talent… beauty. It’s thoughts like these that had him second guessing how he was approaching the sheriff’s orders.
It was making him feel like a stalker, honestly, so he decided to pull back a bit. She is grown, after all, and she’s reminded him of that fact almost daily.
So, Javier gave her the space they both need. Not following her around everywhere or posting up outside her job. During his downtime, he is able to put more analytical attention on the current homicide case. Starting with the guy that had lingered at Nina’s funeral.
He asked around, trying to get any information about a potential boyfriend or anything of that nature but came up empty handed.
Paloma grins proudly at his words. “You say stubborn I say strong-willed. I do appreciate you easing off, though.” She looks over at him and he admires how pretty she looks beneath the sunlight.
Brown hair clipped up into a messy updo and a soft, yellow sundress adorning her body. A hidden gem in this vast and obscure town.
“‘Least I could do. Helps me think, too, drivin’ around.” Javier keeps himself from reminiscing on his days in Colombia and the endless amount of stakeouts he’d been apart of. Sure, his ass would get numb and most of the time they acquired nothing but it helped him analyze any and every detail he could examine; often the copious amount of time he spent trying to piece everything together lead to a bigger break in the investigation.
He’s just applying the same technique here. Unfortunately, he hasn’t been able to make anything out of it all.
“Ah, so the car is your go to spot? Mine is the abandoned tracks over by Montrose. For some reason, I think better there… if that makes any sense.” The conversation continues easily and naturally. That is another thing he’s come to learn about her, Paloma is very amiable.
“It makes sense, muñeca. You shouldn’t go by yourself, though. Don’t know who could be followin’ you all the way out there…”
“I think it’s an officer that goes by Peña and I’m pretty sure he’s stalking me.” She teases him and he rolls his eyes, letting out a dry chuckle.
Javier really wants to urge her to let him take her to work but he knows she’ll challenge him.
Thinner strands of her hair stick to her neck and other damp areas of her face; the sweat on her thighs which he can see gleam beneath the hot sun each time she pedals. That leather seat she’s sitting on must be uncomfortable.
“I’m sure he’s just trying to make sure that you don’t run into any trouble. Which is why I think you should let me give you a ride to the library before you pass out and die of heat exhaustion tryin’ to bike there.” Javier tilts his head to the side to look at her and she stays quiet, thinking over his words before letting out a defeated sigh.
“Fine, but only because it’s hot as shit and I may or may not be jealous of the A/C in your cruiser.” He can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips as she caves in, rolling the vehicle to a smooth stop and putting it into park so that he could mount her bicycle to the back of it.
Javier’s eyes trail over her form as her back is turned to him, grabbing her things out of the small basket. If her father knew the scandalous thoughts he had about her— he’d have him quartered and drawn. That does have a wave of guiltiness wash over him since the man is trusting him fully to look out for her and her wellbeing.
Which he is, in that regard Romeo has nothing to worry over, it’s Javier’s attraction to her that’s messing with his conscience.
It doesn’t help that Paloma plays into it, feigning innocence when she gets a reaction out of him. Maybe he shouldn’t be so reactive.
“I got it.” Javier insists, taking ahold of the metal handle and brushing up against her as he does so. He feels her body stiffen at the sudden touch yet he keeps a satisfied simper at bay.
“Thank you, officer.” She recovers smoothly with that intriguing timbre she uses when they banter flirtatiously.
It is so wrong yet so right of them to continue whatever this is. Seeing just how far they can take it before the inevitable happens. Javier will hold off as much as he can, really he will, for the sake of his job and budding friendship with Romeo… if she ever decides to be explicit in her demands, however, it’s going to take a lot of willpower to not give in.
Once the bike is secured and she’s in the cruiser, he hops back into the driver’s seat and begins the drive into town.
The ride is silent at first, Paloma shoving her face in front of the small vents on the passenger side and letting the gust of air cool her down. He catches glimpses from his peripheral as she digs through her bag to pull out a satin handkerchief, wiping her face and neck, then her thighs.
He can’t help as his stare follows the motion of her dragging the fabric along her smooth and sweaty skin. Almost jealous of the damn thing, imagining it to be his touch instead.
“I wouldn’t be in this predicament had my car been fixed…” she breaks their silence, peeking over at him as she fixes up her hair. It’s clear he understands the implication behind her words.
“I did volunteer myself to take a look at it, didn’t I?” Javier responds as she sprits some perfume onto her wrists and behind her ear, rolling on some deodorant and just like that Paloma’s freshened up. Now the cab of his cruiser smells like her and it’s going to drive him fucking insane.
“If I remember correctly, yes.” He stops at an intersection, finally being able to look at her properly.
“You free Saturday?”
“You askin’ me out on a date?” Paloma’s eyes twinkle in pure mischief.
“Your dad would kill me if I did that.”
“In front of the whole town, too. Make an example outta you.”
“I’m tryin’ to steer very clear of that, so no, baby, unfortunately I’m not askin’ you out on a date. I’ve got time to stop by and take a look at it before I go in for my shift.”
Paloma purses her lips in thought as Javier trudges forward, the terrain changing from dirt road to asphalt as they near the library.
“Yeah, you can come by at lunch. Daddy’s out all weekend on some huntin’ trip with his friends so… I’ll be home alone.” It’s tantalizing, the way she drops that tidbit of information at the end. Javier is well aware of Romeo’s absence but he hadn’t stopped to think what that meant for him and Paloma.
As if there is a him and Paloma.
She flirts and eyes him like she would let him have his way with her but she is also strong-willed and and clever enough to be leading him on.
He’s just now built some rapport with her and he doesn’t want to jeopardize it. They can continue flirting without crossing the physical threshold.
“Alright, nena, I’ll see you at lunch Saturday.” He’s in front of the main entrance to the building now.
“It’s a date, officer.”
“You must want me dead.” He huffs.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.” She pauses, biting down on her lower lip, “It’ll be our little secret.” Paloma whispers before opening the door.
He begins to swell in his pants as her voice drops into a whisper, words coated in seductive suggestion at the idea of them fooling around inconspicuously.
“Wait, your bike—” He’s already reaching down to unbuckle himself when she stops him, leaning in through the open window of the now closed door.
“Don’t worry about it. You can take me home later. I get off at 6.” She winks at him, pulling back and turning on her heels to walk inside.
Javier slumps in his seat, head falling back against the headrest as he reminds himself how fucked he is.
When Saturday afternoon rolls around, Javier’s heart is racing in anticipation of his alone time with Paloma at the Leighton residence.
All week he’s been plagued with profane scenarios of what could potentially unfold. Partially because he hasn’t gotten laid since returning stateside but also for his unwavering carnal desire for her.
The fact that she is irrevocably off limits only intensifies his yearning. He wants Paloma so bad because he can’t have her.
That’s lead to him finishing into his fist in the shower, images of her kneeled before him with her mouth wrapped around his cock at the forefront of his mind.
The first time it had happened, he felt like a damn teenager getting off to a crush. But then it continued to happen and at that point he just let his fantasies run amuck.
It’s not like he’d ever tell her or anyone for that matter, so his illicit imagination will continue to be just that: fleeting thoughts. Guilty pleasures only he can indulge in.
He pulls onto the property with ease, cutting the engine and sitting there for a minute to collect himself. It’s embarrassing for Javier to give himself a pep talk at his grown age, ‘keep your shit together’ his new mantra.
With his metallic toolbox in hand, he’s ready to knock against the screen door when he hears music playing faintly nearby. He follows the tune, rounding the corner of the wraparound porch to the backyard.
The music is recognizable now, a Fleetwood Mac song and his eyes fall on the girl lounging peacefully.
Paloma’s in a hammock, her long legs crossed over one another and hanging from the side. She’s reading a romance novel, he notes, from the incredibly cliché cover of a buff man with a half dressed woman in his grasp. He can faintly hear her humming along to the song, fingers tapping in rhythm against the hardcover of the book.
“Hola muñequita.” Javier greets suavely which has her peeking over her book then smiling wildly when she sees him.
“You made it!” Paloma excitedly stands from her spot, allowing him get a better look at her. She’s got on a red bikini top and a jean mini skirt. He wasn’t prepared to see this much of her bare skin and it throws him off entirely. So much for that pep talk.
It is a magnificent sight, though. Thankfully his sunglasses shield her from his wandering gaze, but with the intensity of his stare, she can probably feel it.
Javier knows her figure is divine, all the different outfits she wears both around town and on stage showcased her assets tastefully. However, seeing her in a top that’s almost too small and a skirt that’s definitely too short has those desires of his ramping up viciously.
It doesn’t help that she’s got a dainty, golden cross necklace hanging from her neck. It rests tantalizingly against the smooth skin right above the swell of her breasts. So many things he fantasizes about doing to her and none of them holy. The piece of jewelry reminds him that he needs to back off.
Amidst his leering, Javier notices a faint scar running from the left side of her hip up to below her breast and he’s curious to know how it got there.
“You had an inclination that I wouldn’t make it?” He returns to the conversation before it’s painfully obvious that he’s checking her out.
Paloma smirks, meeting him halfway as he descends the steps of the porch to approach her. Her hands cross behind her back and she stares up at him through her mascara coated lashes. “Figured you’d probably wanna spend your Saturday afternoon at home instead of playin’ mechanic.” She sways lightly and he narrows his eyes at her.
He can see right through her act, not that she’s being very subtle.
“I’m a man of my word. Already been puttin’ off this visit longer than I should have.” He can’t help himself from bringing his finger up to twirl a strand of her hair, enjoying the silkiness of it against his touch before letting it fall softly against her.
If they hold their gaze a second longer, one of them will break and while Javier is certain that it’d be blissful, it would also be a mistake.
“Here, I’ll take you to her. She’s in the shed.” It’s like she can read his mind, nudging her head in the direction of the small structure and she turns to begin leading him there, in which he follows wordlessly, not being elusive at all as he gets a better look at her from this angle. The skirt is just barely covering the curve of her ass, and a flash of red is revealed each time she takes a step.
He bites down on his tongue harshly, adverting his gaze and thinking of literally anything else to keep his erection away.
He surveys the area of the backyard, not seeing a pool or any body of water nearby and he wonders why she has the bathing suit on.
Not that it should matter to him. She’s probably just tanning, you pervert. It’s hotter than hell out today.
Paloma’s humming again as she goes to remove the wooden plank that keeps the door of the shed closed, grunting as she struggles to pull it free. The soft sounds she emits do nothing but make it harder for him to show some fucking resilience.
“Do you need help—” Javier’s cut off as she successfully slides the thick piece off, resting it against the metal wall and dusting her hands off on her skirt.
“Appreciate it, though.” She flashes him a toothy grin, the wide doors creak as she pulls them open; revealing a beautiful vintage car.
Javier lets out a low whistle, perching his sunglasses on the top of his head and placing his toolbox on the ground as he walks around the vehicle to get a better look at it.
His hands fall to his hips, circling the area slowly and shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re tellin’ me the mechanic didn’t jump at the chance to fix this thing?”
“Like you said, most men are idiots.” He can’t help but laugh, exhaling from his nose.
“S’always interestin’ to see it in practice.” He returns to the front of the car, propping open the hood and getting a better look inside. “You got the keys?”
“In the visor.” She replies, “Good luck tryin’ to get her to start. All she does is stutter before given’ out entirely.”
Javi makes a note of that, acknowledging her with a hum, already seeing a few things out of place and he’s eager to get to working on it.
Before turning to law enforcement, Javi had the inkling to become a mechanic. Plenty of his uncles worked in auto shops and he has vivid memories of spending hours there with them learning everything he could under their supervision.
Experiences he holds near and dear to his heart, it’s part of the reason why he’s so clever and dexterous.
“I’ve got some stuff I gotta get done. Try not to miss me…” Paloma’s voice rings out and Javier hadn’t noticed that he zoned out.
He glances at her over his shoulder, “I’m more interested in gettin’ to know Darla, if I’m bein’ honest with you, hermosa.”
Paloma had to excuse herself before she quite literally jumped on Javier and had him take her against the hood of her car. The way he looked with his hands on his hips, eyes focused on admiring the vehicle had left her in a trance that she was sure if she stared any longer, she would have started drooling.
Something about the promise of seeing him sweaty and greased up had her mind spiraling with different erotic fantasies that would surely send her to straight to hell.
So she properly lets him be, busying herself with a few chores she has to get done before leaving for the creek with Sloane later. It is the first time Paloma will be meeting August and she’s nervous even though she doesn’t look it.
She finished the book Slo had passed on to her in a matter of days, intrigued to learn more about August’s ideas and the concepts he’s clearly very passionate about. When she relayed this over to Slo, the middleman between the two, she wasted no time in conjuring up a plan for them to meet. Originally, it was going to be more intimate with just the two of them but Paloma stressed that she was not ready for that so Sloane was quick to make it a group affair by suggesting they hang out by the creek.
It’s why she is currently clad in a bathing suit, with the summer at full send; being down by the water seemed like the best way to spend the latter half of her afternoon.
Right now, though, she’s more focused on not trying to fuck her dad’s friend slash co-worker.
Some time passes, and when Paloma takes a look out in the direction of the shed, she sees that he’s ditched his flannel, leaving him in a white undershirt and his broad shoulders are now on full display as he leans over the hood.
That’s when she sees it. It glistens beneath the sunlight, a silver pistol tucked between his jeans at his lower back. She knows officers carry a weapon on them at all times, but the unorthodox placing of Javier’s further adds to the appeal of this alluring man. God damn him and his desirability.
Paloma’s mind now wanders to the repeated wet dream she keeps having, the one where Javier takes her on the wooden railing of the porch. Specifically, the variation where he’s kneeled in front of her, her dress covering his face as he devours her entirely.
She interlocks her fingers in his hair and tugs at it, in which he responds by wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking on it harshly. That leaves her wailing and panting his name over and over and over again…
The force in which her thighs clench together is enough to snap her out of her delusions. She’s no better than a man, really, and she huffs to herself as she reenters the house to grab the six pack of beers, her guitar and notebook before sauntering over to him.
She’s more than capable of handling just being around Javier without thinking sinfully. It’s why she’s walking like a woman with a purpose, trying to prove to herself that she can be totally normal about this… budding friendship she has with him.
“How’s it goin’ in here?” Her voice cuts through the sound of the radio that continues to play softly. She brought it in here for him to have some entertainment before she hurried off to the house.
Javier pulls back, lips twitching up into a smirk as he eyes the beers in her hand. “Goin’ fine. Whoever you took her to really fucked it up. No wonder he couldn’t figure out what the problem was. It’s everythin’.” Back of his hand wipes sweat from his brow, some of his hair matted against his damp skin. “I thought you didn’t drink.”
“Never said that. I just said on occasion.” She reminds him, popping the cap off of two beers then handing him one. He thanks her softly, wiping his hand on the already stained rag and tucking it into his back pocket.
Her knees almost go weak at the action, but she’s a woman on a mission, remember?
“So what’s the occasion today?”
“It’s hot as fuck outside.” They share a laugh and tap their bottles together before taking a long sip.
“And the guitar?”
Paloma sits on the wooden chair nearby, her spot whenever she comes in here to keep her dad company while he’s in the middle of building something. Most recently, some planter boxes she’d requested for their garden.
“I figured since I had some new company, I could play something for you. It helps move the writing process along.” She kicks her sandals off, tucking her legs beneath her and laying the guitar across her lap.
“I’m getting a peek behind the curtain of Paloma Leighton’s illustrious writing process? Well, I’m truly honored,” he remarks, dripping with sarcasm. She rolls her eyes at his jest but can’t help but chuckle, taking another sip of her beverage and downing it in one gulp.
She catches the intensity of his gaze lingering on her throat, tracing the subtle movements with each swallow. Paloma can’t help but entertain the thought: does he fantasize about her as she does about him?
“Don’t feel too special. I’m always playin’ somethin’ for someone.” She sets the finished bottle aside, thumbing through her notebook until she finds the adequate page and folds the tattered front so that it lays flat on the thick arm of the chair.
As she does this, Javier lights a cigarette and puffs out a cloud of gray smoke. “You do it all yourself?” She can hear the curiosity in his tone and for some reason, it makes her blush.
“For the most part. The band just helps bring it all together. They add the umph to it… s’not always the case, though. Sometimes I oversee the entirety of it. From the lyrics to the melody and everything in between. It’s real fun.” She begins to tune her guitar, brows pulling in concentration as her ears perk up to catch any inconsistencies until she’s thoroughly pleased with how it sounds.
Javier remains silent, his fond gaze lingering on her as he takes a drag from his cigarette. With practiced ease, he lifts the beer bottle to his lips, alternating between the two vices at a leisurely pace. As he delves deeper into understanding her, the allure intensifies, dangerously blurring the lines between flirtation and something more profound.
Something more. He’s trying real fucking hard not to see it like that.
Javi’s never been inclined to seek deeper connections with his partners. Emotions and commitments tend to complicate matters, a burden he’s well-acquainted with in his already convoluted life. He sees no need to add unnecessary strain by entering into half-hearted relationships.
This is why he exclusively pursues sex, seeking gratification without the complications of emotional entanglements. His experiences in Colombia, where he didn’t mind paying for intimacy, epitomized this mindset. There, a mutual understanding prevailed: their encounters were solely about shared pleasure, with no expectation of anything beyond.
In the short months that he’s been here, Javi has finally began finding some kind of peace in Seminary, all things considered, and while fucking the sheriff’s daughter would be a bad move— catching feelings for her would be a hundred times worse.
“It’s a little morbid, m’still workin’ on it and it’s fairly short. S’just the chorus.” Javier nods, letting her know that he’s listening as she begins to sing.
“If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses, Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song. The sharp knife of a short life, Now I know there’s no such thing as enough time.”
Her voice is softer, southern accent complimenting her strums on the guitar and while he enjoys the electrifying performances she puts on stage; he loves hearing her like this.
Rich and smooth. Like miel (honey).
“You’re right, it is morbid.” He comments, truthfully, and Paloma lets out a breath.
“I tried not lettin’ what happened to Nina get into my writing. No need to keep dwellin’ on it but damn is it hard to keep it away. Figured I’d just get it out of my system and get back to workin’ on my other stuff.”
“There’s nothin’ wrong with dwelling on it…” He begins tentatively, already sensing a pang of regret for broaching the subject. Once more, he finds himself grappling with the challenge of articulating his thoughts effectively.
“I know, but for my peace of mind it’s best I just get on with it.” Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, fingers plucking at the guitar strings again.
For the next hour or so, they immerse themselves in conversation, delving into a wide array of topics. While Javier meticulously tends to the car’s engine, Paloma remains by his side, offering her company. Amidst their discussions, they explore trivial details about each other’s lives: favorite movies, food preferences, and other basic facts. Through these exchanges, Javier learns of Paloma’s irrational fear of reptiles, her affinity for sleeping with her windows open, and her distinct preference for waffles over pancakes.
Javier indulges in the easy flow of their conversation, sharing with her his fondness for spy novels, his penchant for card games, and reminiscing about his favorite arepa spot in Bogotá.
The latter captivates her, drawing her focus entirely. “I can’t wrap my head around the fact that you lived there for such a long time. It’s just unimaginable to me... A completely different country... so fascinating.” She muses, her tone tinged with wistfulness.
He’s eager to shift away from this subject, recognizing her genuine curiosity and good intentions. However, he’s apprehensive about delving into discussions about his past work and experiences, topics he’s not ready to broach. With a brief, dismissive response, he seeks to subtly steer the conversation in a different direction.
“Yup, lotta crazy shit…” He returns his attention to the engine and Paloma catches the hint and doesn’t say much else after.
“Paloma!” The sudden call of her name has them both turning their heads to the opened doors of the shed where he sees a girl her age standing on the porch, searching the area until her eyes fall on the two of them and she beelines in their direction.
“I’ve been knockin’ on your front door like a crazed woman for the past five minutes! There’s a random truck parked out there, what’re you doin’—” When the girl’s gaze lands on Javier, her entire body language switches and he raises his brows at the change. “I didn’t know you had company. Who’s this handsome fella?”
Javier is accustomed to captivating the attention of women, especially the striking ones. They consistently cast him that same flirtatious glance, their gestures taking on an added want of attention. This encounter proves to be no exception. With her bottom lip captured between her teeth, she checks him out not so subtly, her gaze lingering on his toned arms before returning to meet his gaze, a playful spark dancing in her eyes.
Maybe this is exactly what he needs: a diversion to divert his attention from Paloma. Despite his intense desire for her, he knows it would only lead to complications in the future.
Pursuing women younger than himself is not the path he wishes to tread, especially since he (allegedly) left his playboy days behind in Colombia in pursuit of a fresh start.
Yet, amidst his longing for Paloma and the current lack of romantic encounters, Javier finds it difficult to view things in this new perspective.
Always thinking with the wrong head. It’s his achilles heel.
“Javi. What’s your name, gorgeous?” He smirks flirtatiously, wiping his hands clean on the rag again and reaching out to take her hand in his in a handshake.
“Sloane.” She squeezes his hand gently before letting go, sultry smile still present on her countenance.
“Sloane, pleasure to meet you sweetheart.”
Paloma doesn’t like the nasty feeling she gets as she watches the interaction. It’s clear as day that they’re flirting, and honestly what did she expect out of her best friend, and now, charming acquaintance?
She’s well aware of his rapport in Colombia and the daily flirtatious behavior towards her. Paloma’s also aware of how willing Slo is to fuck anything in her line of vision. Yet, not being on the receiving end of the former is odd and has her feeling things she doesn’t want to feel.
What really has her skin crawling is the way he calls her sweetheart and introduces himself as Javi. He’s never told her to call him that.
Honestly, she probably would have felt more green if he had called her hermosa or any of the other Spanish names of endearment he’s reserved for her.
Reserved for her? She sounds so possessive.
Sloane giggles, “You’re the one who’s been followin’ her around all over town on daddy’s orders, huh? P, you didn’t tell me he was this hot. I woulda told you to count your blessings had I known.” They exchange a look that Paloma really can’t stand catch sight of, so she interjects.
“Sorry I lost track of time. Javier’s been lookin’ at Darla tryna fix her.” His name rolls of her tongue smoothly and this has a smug smile sprouting on his face.
No cowboy or officer or Mr. Peña. Just Javier.
She gets up from her seat, sliding her sandals back on and leaving her belongings where they lay.
“There’s a part or two that’s missin’ but it shouldn’t be hard to get ‘em. Other than that, my work here is done.” He turns his back to the two girls and Sloane mouths over to her.
Oh my god?!
Paloma shoots her a look as Javier slams the hood of the car closed.
“Thank you, Javier, I really appreciate you doin’ this for me.” Her tone is genuine, despite the jealousy that had consumed her just then.
“No problem, cariño, I’ll let you know when I get my hands on those missin’ parts.”
“That sounds great! How much do I owe you for—” He cuts her off with a wave of his hand, collecting his things.
“Don’t worry about it. M’doin’ this out of the kindness of my heart. S’what you do for a friend, right?” Speaking of hearts, hers skips a beat at being considered a friend and she feels her cheeks getting hot. Get a grip!
“Yeah, I guess so.” Paloma refrains from saying thank you again, not wanting to overdo it but she really is appreciative of his hard work.
Maybe she could find another way to show just how much she appreciates him doing this for her.
“Gabriel’s waitin’ for us out front, baby. We’re already runnin’ late.” Slo’s voice snaps her back to reality and she nods. Javier clears his throat and side steps her.
“Hope y’all have fun. Be safe, hermosa. Call me if you need anythin’.” Warmth spreads within her chest at his words, which would have annoyed her had they been coming from anyone else.
There has definitely been a shift in their dynamic, but she can’t quite place what it is. The bitterness she felt just then definitely a factor.
“Sloane, darling, hopefully I’ll see you ‘round town soon.” And just like that, the warmth is gone as he addresses her best friend, a wink thrown in her direction before he’s leaving the two girls in the shed.
“Okay, you have a lot to catch me up on. Frankly, I’m pissed you haven’t sent him in my direction. I mean, look at him. That’s a whole man right there, dear lord I was about to cum just by shakin’ his hand!” Paloma cringes but she doesn’t let it show, instead pulling excitement from their afternoon plans to uplift her mood.
“How about we get goin’ before Gabriel ditches our asses and we’re left walkin’ all the way down there.”
It’s not much longer after that that they make it to their destination and Paloma rejoices in the feeling of the cool water against her hot skin. She ditched her mini skirt along the way, currently sitting in a more shallow end, head falling back against her shoulders as she soaks in the sun.
She can hear Gabriel and Sloane splashing around nearby, and she contemplates joining them when the sound of her name gets her attention.
“Paloma, yeah?”
She head snaps in the direction of the voice and her breath gets stuck in her throat once she sees the source.
He stands tall, his figure slightly lanky but gracefully lean, his golden locks tousled. His eyes, a light shade of blue and captivating, hold a magnetic charm.
With a quick glance, she takes in the intricate tapestry of tattoos adorning his skin. They seem to complement him perfectly, she muses, adding an extra layer of intrigue to his already handsome appearance.
And for the second time in such a short period of time— Paloma finds herself subtly squirming in her spot, a familiar sensation stirring within her legs.
This man, though, much more age appropriate and everything about him screams intriguing.
“Depends who’s askin’.” She can’t help but tease, one eye closed and her right hand coming up to block the sun from hitting her face directly. She’d forgotten her sunglasses at home and that annoyed the shit out of her once she realized.
“A friend of a friend. May I?” Gestures to the empty spot in the shallow water besides her and she nods, “You’re much prettier than I remember.”
Eyes follow him as she lowers himself besides her, their bodies softly brushing up against one another and she shivers slightly despite the blazing temperature, “We’ve met before? No way, I definitely would have remembered you…”
“Technically— no we haven’t met but… I was with Slo that day at the library. M’August.” He introduces himself and her stomach knots.
That’s when it hits her, a very vague recollection but a recollection of him nevertheless.
“Right, wow, that feels like forever ago.” She shakes her head, gently swaying her hand beneath the water. Suddenly, she feels much more nervous. She’d spent a good part of her week obsessing over his book and now he’s sitting right next to her while they’re both half naked.
His explicit poem comes to mind and she shakes that thought away quickly before her whole body turns into a bright shade of red.
“Time is a very tricky concept. You want these?” He conjures up a pair of shades and her brows raise at the action. “Noticed you’ve been scowlin’ ‘cause of the sunlight.”
A small smile spreads on her lips and she nods, he passes the accessory over to her and their fingers touch briefly against each other and she swears she feels fireworks.
Paloma really has to stop being such a helpless romantic. That never ends good for anyone involved.
“Thank you, August. You’re so observant.” She slips them on and lets out a small sigh, her head falling back between her shoulders.
She can feel his eyes all over her, but she doesn’t mind it. “Slo tells me you’re a fan of my work?”
She can’t help the laugh that slips from her lips and her eyes widen once she realizes that that wasn’t the most appropriate reaction for her to have. “That… came out really wrong. I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head at herself, “I did enjoy the Paragons of the Sacrificed book.” Is honest in her opinion, looking straight ahead at the glistening body of water to avoid further embarrassment by looking at him.
“Don’t apologize, I know Slo has a tendency to… over-exaggerate.” They shared an amused laugh at the expense of their friend but it’s all in good fun. She feels some of her nerves lessen.
“I am happy to hear that you enjoyed the book, though. S’the whole point why I wrote it. Sharin’ new things to new people.” He explains.
“New things, indeed. You cited a lot of notable publishings. Got me lookin’ more into the history of religion… I can’t help but feel a little ignorant, y’know? So much knowledge out there and I’m so… uneducated.” Paloma scoffs at herself, self depreciation at its finest.
“Oh, that just isn’t true, little dove.” The nickname has Paloma looking over at him; he’s gives her such a warm and charming look that sends the butterflies in her stomach into a flurry. “Is it alright if I call you that? Seems very fitting… paloma is dove in Spanish.” A fact she’s very well aware of, since her mother reminded her about it all the time growing up.
“Yeah, I quite like that. No one’s ever really called me it before.” She replies almost sheepishly and he brings his large hand down to rest on her knee which has her breath hitching in her throat.
“Doves represent peace, love and purity … your parents sure did somethin’ namin’ you that.” His squeezes his grip on her knee briefly before pulling his hand back.
Pure? That’s possibly the last word she’d ever used to describe herself.
“As I was sayin’... throughout your life, others’ opinions have shaped your perspective. Eventually, you decide to see the world through your own eyes. Do some explorin’ of your own. It might take time to reach this realization, but what’s important is your willingness to learn and challenge conventional beliefs. So much knowledge out there, s’up to you to seek it and form your own opinions. S’way better than just followin’ what other people want you to think. Bit hypocritical comin’ from me considerin’ the group I lead but that’s different.”
Unbeknownst to Paloma, she finds herself captivated by every word that escapes his lips, hanging on to each syllable as if they were precious gems. His voice carries an irresistible attractiveness, his words akin to twinkling stars scattered across the vast expanse of a darkened sky.
He’s leading her to him… towards something in the same way constellations help sailors navigate the sea.
They spend the rest of the day just… talking. He delves deeper into the intricacies of a group he belongs to—individuals adrift in the world, much like himself. Together, they’ve traveled through the majority of Texas, exchanging stories and delving into philosophical musings, united in their quest for deeper meaning and connection to something greater than themselves.
That leads Paloma to learn that he’s from Fayette, which is a few towns south, and that he, Sloane, and Gabriel all grew up in the same trailer park together. They’re the closest thing I have to a family is what August tells her and she feels sentimental as the statement tugs at her heartstrings.
She also learns that all three of them have a criminal past, which surprises her entirely and he explains to her that it was during their adolescence and it wasn’t anything major. Just stupid shit to pass the time.
She believes him without asking any further questions.
It’s not until they’re both getting bitten up by mosquitos that they decide it’s time to head back.
“It’s finally nice to put a face to the name, August. I hope I get to see you again… maybe read another one of your books?” Paloma bites her lip as they walk side by side.
“Likewise. Next time I’ll make sure to bring it to you personally. Don’t need Slo playin’ messenger and misconstruing our words.”
They make it back to Gabriel’s truck, he and Slo leaning against it and sharing a joint as they eye the duo. Paloma slips her skirt back on.
“‘Bout fuckin’ time. I need a shower, bad.” Sloane huffs, passing the joint to Paloma whom rejects it which gets an eye roll out of her friend and then handing it over to August who accepts it with no hesitation.
Paloma sees a motorcycle nearby and her curiosity gets the best of her, “S’that your ride, August?” She flips her hair over her shoulder, looking at him. He lustfully eyes the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders before nodding.
“Sure is. You ever been on one before?” Thick smoke emits from his lips and nose as he passes the joint back over to Gabriel who finishes it off wordlessly.
He’s so quiet, Paloma observes, but her attention returns to August.
“No. They look real cool, though.”
“You should let me take you home. Give you your first ride on one, little dove.” The offer is rather suggestive and she doesn’t mind it. She’s very interested in getting to know him better.
Paloma would have taken him up on it had she not been wearing the outfit that currently adorns her body. “Maybe next time.” She smiles at him softly and he nods, she looks away sheepishly as she blushes.
They share their goodbyes then she’s piling in to Gabriel’s truck after Sloane and on her way back home.
The day’s events echo through her thoughts as she gazes out of the window, Javier’s presence now intertwined with that of August’s. A sense of excitement bubbles within her, unfamiliar yet exhilarating—the attention she’s receiving is unlike anything she’s experienced before.
Two distinctly attractive and intriguing men have unexpectedly entered her life, each leaving an indelible mark. Rather than overcomplicating matters, Paloma resolves to embrace the moment and allow things to unfold naturally. It’s a thrilling prospect, injecting a sense of excitement into her life that she hasn’t felt in quite some time.
“Oh fuck.” Paloma curses as she sees her father’s vehicle parked by the front yard and him sitting out on the porch.
Looks like he’s gotten back from his hunting trip early. It is nearing ten o��clock and she knows she’s about to be interrogated on her whereabouts.
She’s relieved that she hadn’t taken August up on his offer to bring her home on his motorcycle. Now that would have sent poor Romeo over the edge.
“Oh, baby, I feel for you.” Slo pats her thigh compassionately and Paloma groans. Dread creeps up her spine making her wither uncomfortably.
“He wasn’t supposed to be back ‘til tomorrow mornin’. Ugh, he’s so not goin’ to let this go.” The truck stops and both Gabriel and Slo flash her an understanding yet somber look.
“Thanks for the ride. I’ll call you tomorrow, ‘kay Slo?” The girl nods and they both hug before she’s exiting the vehicle and preparing herself for what’s to come. Paloma tugs her skirt down, noticing that it had ridden up much higher than what was appropriate.
“Where the hell have you been, girl?” He asks once she’s close enough to survey him. He’s drinking, that’s never a good sign.
“We went out by the creek and—”
“The creek? With who? At this time of night? Paloma, how can you be so reckless. Especially with what the hell has been goin’ on around here?!”
Anger contorts her features, her expression tightening with indignation as he addresses her as though she were a wayward teenager, rather than a capable woman out in the company of her friends.
“And dressed like that.” The tone in his voice makes something within her snap and she crosses her arm with attitude, getting defensive.
“Like what? I was by the water and I’m wearin’ a bathin’ suit. S’that illegal now?” Paloma is so ready to go inside, shower, and get in her bed.
“Is this what you do when I’m not around? Sneakin’ off lookin’ for trouble in the dead of night?”
“It’s only ten and I really didn’t expect to stay out this long. I got preoccupied. Why are you makin’ such a big deal outta this?” She defends herself and it’s ridiculous, really, that she even has to.
He doesn’t say anything else and she just rolls her eyes. “I’m goin’ inside.” And that’s exactly what she does, walking right past him and indoors where she intends to take a very long, hot shower to help her forget about this spat of theirs.
Their arguments follow a familiar pattern: he erupts with emotion, then retreats into silence. Occasionally, he offers apologies, while other times, they linger unspoken. Paloma, however, is well-versed in navigating her father’s dramatic outbursts, having grown accustomed to them over time. It’s not the theatrics that trouble her; rather, it’s enduring it that proves challenging.
The shower runs while she takes a good, long look at herself in the mirror.
Paloma finds herself approaching a crucial juncture, feeling increasingly prepared to confront her father in a heart-to-heart conversation. This discussion, she knows, will culminate in her revealing her decision to leave town and prioritize her own needs for once. While the thought of causing her father pain weighs heavily on her heart, she recognizes the necessity of taking this step in order to forge her own path in her life.
The steam rises from the hot water, gradually filling the room with its thick, swirling embrace. Paloma’s reflection blurs and fades amidst the steam, prompting her to shed her clothes. With each layer discarded, she feels a sense of liberation, a moment of vulnerability before she finally steps into the welcoming cascade of the shower.
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Javi and Queridaaaa! 😭 I love them so much, it’s stupid!
https://www.tumblr.com/sevgisizlikbelirtisi/742693561287507968
Dearest anon! This is delicious and steamy and oh-so-very Javi x Querida coded~
They have become known for their sexy shower romps, I see 😁
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This is giving me Javi and Querida vibes and I just need you to see it too! 😩
https://www.tumblr.com/miranhas-art/648492484772626432/the-twilight
Dearest Anon! This is simply gorgeous and I thank you for sharing it, because wow - it is uncanny for the passion and amorous goodness between Javi and Querida~!
Simply gorgeous, so thank you for introducing me to it and this awesome artist!
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Boss — Chapter 18
pairing: javier peña x CIA!OC
warnings: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI), oral sex (fem & male receiving), angst, talks of past trauma, whole lotta these two being in love with each other, on-the-phone blowjob for a second, unprotected sex, baby making vibes, CUTESY FEELS
words: 4.8k
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It took hours to get to sleep after what Stechner had done. Valeria’s apartment no longer felt safe, even with the strong and warm body tangled up in her sheets. She stared at the ceiling for hours, gently stroking his hair as he snored softly on her chest.
No part of her blamed him for falling asleep while she stayed awake—he needed it after the op earlier that day. Besides, he had no clue about her deeply rooted anxieties, nor that the paranoia from her Medellin days had returned. She felt the need to keep all of that locked away in a safe inside her soul, not wanting it to spill over into the happiness the two of them had recently found.
She stirred awake before she even knew she was asleep, Javier’s head between your legs, peppering soft and delicate kisses to inside of her thighs. She hummed as he kissed over the cotton covering her center, bringing a much needed smile to her face. Combing her fingers through his hair, she brought his eyes to hers.
“Good morning to you too,” she watched as he continued pressing kisses to her skin, fingertips hooking into the waistband of her underwear, tugging it down. She lifted her hips and watched him slip it off her legs, throwing it half-hazardly towards her hamper.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as he spread her thighs open, taking in her bare heat inches from his lips. Her brows laced together as he brought the pad of his index finger to her bud, circling it until it became swollen. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, querida.”
“Where’s this coming from?” She asked, finally seeing through her pleasure, realizing that he it wasn’t only still dark outside, but Javier seemed…off.
She watched as he shook his head and leaned forward, his tongue replacing his fingers. She arched her back at the sudden change in sensation, his mouth doing an excellent job at distracting her.
“Javi, it feels good but—“
He cut her off with a finger curled inside of her, a moan filling the room instead of her concern. He kept at it, his tongue flicking over and around her clit while his finger targeted her roof with gentle scrapes. She was surprised at how quickly he was bringing her to her peak, especially given her current inner conflict.
“Cum for me, I can feel you holding back.” He almost growled against her, finger pumping in and out like his life depended on it. She opened her eyes and met his, brows furrowed as she succumbed to your orgasm. “There you go, baby.”
“Fuck,” her head fell back against the pillow, thighs closing around Javier’s head as he continued licking her through her high. Once he was satisfied, he pulled back, wiping his mouth before coming to lay by her side again. He didn’t say another word as he spooned her close, lips kissing over the warm skin of her shoulder, neck, and ear. “You gonna tell me what that was about?”
“You gonna tell me why you were awake all night?” He husked back into her ear, arms holding her tightly. She sighed and turned around completely, her arm draping over his shoulder, leg tossed over his hip, eyes locking.
“I just…feel scared.” She confessed, eyes falling to his lips as her heart raced from the sudden unfolding of her heart’s secrets. “Scared in a way I haven’t ever felt besides in Medellin. And…I just…don’t know how to keep it from consuming me.”
Javier lifted her chin, bringing her eyes back to his. He had tears in them as he studied her, his lip quivering as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.
“Your turn,” she whispered, barely audible.
“I dreamt of the day we found you at La Quica’s…except—“ he paused as he found his voice again, throat catching on his fear. “Except I didn’t get to you in time.”
Without another word, she pressed her lips to his, his arms holding her as he rolled onto his back, bringing her to straddle him in one fluid motion. She pressed her forehead to his and reached back, pulling his length out of his boxers and lining him up with her entrance. As she sank down onto him, it felt as though the two of them had ratified their hearts into one—both sets of fears, worries, hopes, and desires melding together.
Javier held her tight against his chest, his hips rutting up into her lazily as his face buried in her neck. They clung to each other like it would be the last time, the pleasure coursing through her veins making her feel all put-together again.
“I love you,” he mumbled against her neck, kissing and licking at her pulse, satisfied with how it raced. “I want to marry you.”
“What?” She pulled back to look at his face—riddled with pure shock that he’d actually said that thought out loud. She hovered over him, his hips slowing but not stopping. He slipped one hand up her back, the other cradling her jaw.
“Marry me, Valeria.” Javier whispered, eyes darting back and forth between hers. “Let me keep you safe for the rest of your life.”
Her heart sang in her chest, eyes filling with tears as her climax dawned in symphony with her joy. Her eyes fluttered closed, cheeks turning pink as she let it wash over her.
“Yes,” she moaned, a tear falling from her eyes as she smiled. He pulled her down, cradling her head against his neck with one hand, his other on her tailbone guiding her hips to meet his. “Yes! Fuck, you feel s-so good.”
“I’m going to cum inside you, baby. You’re mine. Gonna keep you safe, I promise.” He kept mumbling sweet nothings into her ear until he came, burying himself deep inside of her and holding her there. She relished in the sound of his soft moans falling directly into her ear, wishing they were that loud all the time.
Javier lifted her head and watched her sit up, hands on his chest as his softened length remained buried in her heat. She slid her palms across his skin before lowering her lips to where his heart beat in his chest, kissing it softly. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, his hand reaching up and combing her wild hair out of her face.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,” she began reciting a poem she’d read in college, one that stuck with her long into adulthood. It always felt like an unrealistic depiction of love—until that moment. “So I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you—“
She grabbed his hand, kissing his palm before resting it flat against her heartbeat.
“So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.” Javier melted on the inside, unsure of what to do with feelings as big as this. It was swelling inside of him, taking up all the free space in his body. He was in love, and it was clear now that he’d never been before.
“I…never thought I’d ever find you.” He shook his head, palm cradling her face as he sat up and kissed her deeply, her fingers buried in his dark waves, holding him close to her. “I’m yours, cariño. For the rest of my life.”
It wasn’t long until he was ready to go again, the two of them falling right back into each other, desperate to keep going—to keep making each other feel the consuming love they felt drowned in.
Morning washed over the pair sooner than they would’ve liked, the sun shining brightly through the sheer curtains. Thankfully, it was their weekend, the two of them finally having a day without obligations or concern over this war they always felt they were losing.
Valeria was nearly buried underneath Javier’s weight, his chest half on top of hers, head sharing her pillow. She kissed the tip of his nose and crawled out from beneath him, somehow not waking him in the process. She stretched as she stood up, her eyes closing and bones cracking as she did. Rolling her neck, she padded her feet down the hall to the kitchen, setting up the coffee pot so that it would be done brewing by the time she was out of the shower.
She walked back down the hall to her bathroom, quickly peaking in to the bedroom to get another look at her sleeping fiancé.
Fiancé? Was it too soon to start calling him that? It didn’t feel like it. It felt…natural.
Turning on the hot water all the way, the cold water just a bit, she allowed it to heat up while she brushed her teeth and tossed her hair up in a bun—there was no way she’d be washing it today. As she stood in the shower, fingertips scrubbing away at the skin Javier had just claimed over and over again as his, she heard the curtain slide open and a pair of warm hands on her hips. She hummed as she felt his lips against her neck, tossing her head back against his shoulder.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” she spoke for the first time that morning. The sleep still laced in her voice turned it husky, Javier’s skin covering with goosebumps as he listened to it. He pulled the swell of her ass flush against his hardened length, biting on her shoulder. She shivered, a smile of pure bliss spreading across her face at his constant desire to have her. “Trying to set a record?”
“I just can’t get enough of you.” He spoke sincerely, turning her around to face him. His hand held the side of her neck, thumb swiping over her cheek as he took in her morning face. “You’re so beautiful. And all mine.”
“All yours,” she agreed with a smitten grin, looking like a lovesick teenager. Javier accepted her as she leaned up to peck his lips, his mouth following after her when she pulled back. His eyes opened to take in her winced smile, looking timid as she started to speak again. “But…do you mind if we take a little break from all the hot sex? Just for a few hours. I’m a little sore from this mornings marathon.”
“Oh, fuck. Yeah. I’m sorry. Was I too rough? I wasn’t even thinking about—“
“I loved every minute of our sex marathon, Jav. Just need a couple hours to rest.” She chuckled at his concern and kissed his lips before sliding the shower curtain open and stepping out.
“Where are you going?” He frowned as he stood in the stream.
“To cook you breakfast. You can handle it in here on your own, I think.” She smirked at him as she wrapped a towel around her body, Javier begrudgingly turning around and starting his shower.
•••
“Yeah, he’s just…more like me than I am. I’m happy, mom. I really am.” Javier eavesdropped on her phone call, Valeria obviously not realizing he was already finished with his shower and dressed, standing in the hall with a big grin. “I’ll bring him around, I promise. But I told you, we’re going to be here in Bogota for a while. I probably won’t see you until next year.”
Javier made noise to announce he was in the room, her head whipping around to smile at him as he walked to her, hugging her from behind and kissing the side of her head.
“I actually have him here with me. Wanna meet him now?” She spoke into the phone but leaned back to meet his eyes. Javier gave her a hesitant look but accepted the phone in his hands.
“Hey, there.” He blurted out, silently cursing her for putting him in such an awkward position. She smiled widely at him, hugging him close and listening in on the conversation.
“Hi. So you’re the famous Javier?” Valeria’s mother spoke into the line, Javier watching with warning eyes as the green-eyed beauty in front of him began to sink to the floor, her hands running down the fronts of his thighs. He shook his head and wagged his finger as she grinned up at him and undid the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down.
“Yes, ma’am. That’s me.” He mouthed a plea to her as she took him out of his jeans, pumping his length until it grew in her palm.
“So, tell me a little about yourself. I’ve heard you already proposed, but I know nothing about you.” Javier’s brows laced together as she placed small kitten licks to the tip of his length.
“Yeah, uh, I’m from Texas. My dad runs a ranch there,” he tried to focus on his words rather than the way her lips were wrapping around him, bobbing slowly up and down his length. “There’s not much else to me, ma’am.”
“How did you meet my daughter?” Javier accidentally groaned into the phone, quickly putting his hand over his mouth and giving her another glare. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, no, I just burned my mouth on my coffee.” He tried to save himself, eyes pleading with Valeria to show mercy and table this whole blowjob until the phone-call was over. With a playful frown, she gave in, tucking him back into his jeans and standing up. “We met here on assignment. She, uh, she wasn’t a big fan of me for a while. I had to warm her up a bit.”
“Well, she has a tendency to be a bit distant. I haven’t seen her in years, you know?” Javier watched as she tensed at that, stepping further away so that she wasn’t able to hear the rest of the conversation. “Do you plan on having children, Javier?”
“With her, I do.” He watched her back as she bent down and took the food out of the oven, setting it on top of the stove. “I want everything with her.”
“Well, good luck with that. You seem like you really love her, and that’s all I could ask for.” Javier nodded at her words before the two spoke their goodbyes, his hand putting the phone back on the wall. He walked over to her as she scooped the roasted potatoes and veggies onto two plates, his hands lightly holding her shoulders, lips kissing the shell of her ear.
“Wanna talk about it?” He mumbled against her hair. She shook her head and turned around, handing him his plate with a half smile.
“I want to finish my food and then finish you off.” She spoke confidently, bringing a surprised smile of delight to his face. He shook his head at her and leaned over the plate held between their bodies, kissing her lips sweetly.
“You’re perfect. I don’t want you thinking anything less than that, querida. Absolutely perfect.”
•••
After a long day of lazing around, eating, fucking, the two of them laid cuddled and half naked on her couch. She sat in between his legs, a blanket thrown over her while she sat back against Javier’s chest. His fingers ran up and down her skin as she chuckled at “Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid”.
“I always kind of wanted to be a cowboy.” She turned a little so that she could look at his face as she continued to speak. Javier smiled at her, lost in his affections and raking his eyes over her flushed and lovestruck face. “They always seemed so cool and nomadic. Like they could be anything they wanted, day by day, and not have to worry about it because they were somewhere new every single day. I wanted that.”
“Why?” He asked tenderly, brows lacing together.
“Because we long for things we don’t have.” She shrugged and fully got re-situated, now sitting up on her own and looking at him. “My mother was the furthest thing from me, I think. She had an unstable life growing up in Mexico, so she wanted me to have what she didn’t. But I was never going to be a proper little girl like she wanted.”
“What were you like?” He asked, leaning forward, feeling the need to be touching her, even if it was just his thigh against hers.
“I was a little tomboy. Playing outside in the dirt, breaking my arm because I was climbing trees, getting into fights at school because the boys were mean and the girls were meaner. Not exactly what she envisioned.” She chuckled and slung her arm around his shoulder, needing the calming effects of his warmth to work their magic. “She and I have never been very close. I think we both demanded something completely unrealistic from each other, and when we realized we wouldn’t get it, we just…forgot about trying altogether.”
“What made you call her today?” He asked, eyes meeting hers. She blushed and rolled her eyes, chuckling. “What?”
“I thought…I don’t know. Thought the proposal would make her excited enough to want me. You know? To want me as her daughter.” She started to cry, quickly catching the tears that fell and brushed them off with a laugh. “It’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid to want your parent to be in your life, cariño.” He shook his head and pulled her in, her legs straddling his as she sat in his lap. He held her tear stained cheeks in his hand as her eyes avoided his. “She loves you. In her own way. I know you want more, but sometimes…that’s all we get.”
“Do you ever miss her—your mom?” She asked timidly, eyes lifting to his. Javier tensed a bit before softening, realizing that if he was going to open up to anyone in the world about his mother, it would be Valeria. He nodded, slipping his hands to her hips and letting them rest there. “Can you tell me about her? What was she like?”
“She was,” he shook his head and smiled, coming up short for ways to describe her that did her justice. “Joy. That’s the best word I can think of. She was always full of it, spreading it around like she’d never run out. And she never did. Just constant love, that’s what I remember most. Even now, I hardly remember her voice or what she looked like, but I still remember that feeling of being loved.”
“How…” She wasn’t sure how to ask her question, but thankfully he caught on.
“Cancer.” He leaned back against the armrest, his hands running up and down her thighs anxiously, his eyes dropping to watch them. “They hid it from me for the majority of it, but…kids know. You know? I knew that something was wrong. But…there was nothing either of them could have said that would’ve prepared me for her not being here anymore.”
“Chucho, how did he cope?” Javier chuckled and shrugged, shaking his head.
“Work.” He lifted his teary eyes to hers and softened a bit, giving her a soft smile. “Where do you think I learned it?”
“I miss your dad. He was…I miss him.” She leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder, his palm running up and down the expanse of her spine. “My dad died right before I came to Medellin.”
“What?” He asked, lifting her off of him and studying her face. She nodded and cracked a broken smile, shrugging. “Why didn’t you ever—“
“You and me are a lot more alike than you realize, Agent Peña.” She climbed off of him and walked to the kitchen, Javier’s eyes taking her in as she did. All that covered her was a pair of cotton underwear, leaving her almost completely exposed and yet, she still managed to leave a little bit of herself out of reach.
She wasn’t going to talk about her father—not tonight. But just the fact that she’d told him made her feel satisfied. The skeletons were beginning to finally be cleaned out of their closets, and the feeling was unparalleled.
“I can’t believe I didn’t find you sooner.” He joined her in the kitchen, watching as she made the two of them a much deserved drink. She smiled at him over her shoulder, gracing his ears with a laugh.
“You were just looking in the wrong places. After all,” she turned to him with his whiskey, placing it in his hands and smirking up at him. “You weren’t gonna find me in a Colombian brothel.”
“Where else was I going to learn all the stuff I use on you?” He joked, taking a big sip of his whiskey, his eyes turning darker. She chuckled and turned away, cheeks flushed red at the eye contact. It still stirred her—his constant lust for her. Taking a sip of her drink, she felt his warm hands on her hips, his lips pressing against her shoulders. “Are you still taking birth control?”
That wasn’t what she expected to hear.
“Uh, yeah?” She turned around, only to be caged in by his arms. Javier looked at her like she was a feast and he’d been starving for weeks. He lowered his lips to her neck, kissing her pulse and sending a wave of arousal straight to her center.
“Stop.” He growled as he bit down on the flesh, a moan slipping from her lips at the combination of everything.
“What?” She asked breathlessly, thighs squeezing together to earn some relief.
“I want you to stop.” He pulled back, eyes searching hers. “I…want to have a kid with you. If you want that too, of course.”
“Are you sure? You’re being serious right now?” She asked, studying every physical thing about him to try and uncover the truth.
“I want us to have a family. Of our own. A product of our love.” The sincerity in his tone almost made her fall to her knees. “I’ve been talking about it for a little, but I’ve been thinking about it since Texas. I want to have a family with you.”
“You know, in Texas…I thought I’d never be able—be capable—of giving you that. Thought I was too…whatever.” She watched as his eyes furrowed ever so slightly in disappointment. “But so much has changed since then. So much between us has changed since then. And…I finally feel like I’m ready for that. Ready for a family. Having one with you is just the cherry on top.”
“Come here.” He pulled her to his lips, hands gripping her hips and ass as he held her close to him. She felt it again—that oneness—their souls coming together. Javier walked her back to the bedroom, his mouth and hands never leaving her as he did. When they got to her bed, he pulled away, his lips kiss-swollen and eyes dark with desire. “Lay down.”
“Which way?” She asked with a smirk, Javier chuckling darkly at her and leaning in for one more kiss.
“Which way do you want me to fuck a baby into you, querida?” He whispered, his words sinful and yet so sweet—certainly his trademark. She climbed up onto the bed on all fours, knees resting at the edge of the mattress. Javier growled at the sight and stepped towards her, kissing her hips and thighs as he pulled her underwear off and discarded them.
“I need to feel you—no foreplay.” She demanded, hearing him chuckle as he ran a finger through her seeping wetness.
“As though you need it, baby. You’re dripping.” He discarded his own underwear and lined himself up, his eyes taking in how hard he was as he ran his tip across her wetness. “You’re so swollen, baby. This might have to be our last time for a day or two.”
“How dare you say such a thing, Peña?” She joked, chuckling before having her breath stolen by his thick length entering her in one easy thrust. She moaned in relief and pushed back until her ass was flush against his hips. Javier groaned as she wiggled on him, his head tipping back to the heavens as his cock already started to twitch. “Don’t worry about making me cum, Javi, I just want to feel you fill me up.”
“And not live up to my reputation?” He joked back, withdrawing his length and slamming back into her g-spot like an expert. She moaned loudly into the mattress, a grin appearing on his face as he moved one hand around her hip to rub at her swollen clit. “Nah, baby. I’m going to make sure you cum for me before I fill you up.”
“Fuck, Javi!” She shivered at his touch, his punctuated thrusts in contrasting rhythm to his fingers circling her bud, the mixture of paces making her clench around him. After going at it so many times in the last day, she was surprised to find both of them were still just as horned up for each other as ever. His hands dug into her hips as he pulled her back to meet his thrusts, a filthy squelching sound joining the symphony of their joined moans. Her neighbors started to bang on the shared wall of the bedroom, making Javier chuckle as he started to fuck into her even harder, drawing out louder cries of pleasure. “Oh, fuck! I’m so close! Please don’t stop! Javier, I love you, oh fuck!”
“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Let everyone know,” he breathed out as he neared his own release, praying he could bring her to her end before he finished. “Come on, cum for me. Show me how good it feels. Come on baby, come on.”
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” the words stung together as she slipped into ecstasy for the umpteenth time that day, Javier spilling deep inside of her the second he felt her walls twitch. He pushed his length all the way up to her cervix, the two of them moaning in unison as she felt him twitch inside of her.
“Fuck, baby…” He leaned over and kissed her spine, his chest heaving against her back as they both struggled to come down. She reached back and scratched his scalp as he kissed the back of her ear, satisfied smiles on both faces. “I love you. You’re my wife. I don’t care if it’s not official. There will never be anyone I love more than you.”
She chuckled and turned her head, hand dropping to her stomach and rubbing it. “No one?”
“I’m not even sure if they’re gonna top you, querida.” He chuckled and pulled out of her, stopping her as she tried to get up. “No, let gravity do its thing or whatever.”
“You want me to stay on all fours? For how long?” He stepped back and watched the sight, her head turned to look over her shoulder at him, everything on full display. He grinned and allowed himself a second to take it all in. “Hello?”
“Sorry, just…admiring.” He stepped to her and laid her on her back, his hand ghosting over her face as he took in her flushed cheeks. “Stay like this.”
“Okay.” She watched with amused confusion as he walked over to his bag and pulled out a polaroid camera, walking over to her and holding it to his eye. He focused in on her flushed face and sex hair, a grin on his lips as he told her to stay put. With a flash of the camera, he lowered it from his eye and flashed her a smile.
“Went and bought this a couple days ago. Thought it was about time we started collecting memories of our own.” He spoke simply as he sat down on the edge of the bed, waving the polaroid until it developed.
Meanwhile, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was everything to her in that moment—the sun, moon, stars, hell, he may as well have been her own personal God. The way he loved her felt healing, and she almost began to sob as he lifted the now developed picture to show her her own face. She looked so happy—happy in a way she’d never seen herself before.
He’d managed to change everything in the matter of one day. Just last night, she felt so incredibly unsafe in this apartment after Stechner violated your privacy. And now…Javier had come and turned it into a safe haven, filling the place with love and affection and wiping away all her fears in just 24 hours. When she started to cry over this, he furrowed his brows and crawled up to her.
“What’s wrong?” He kissed her shoulders and ran his hands up and down her arm as he laid beside her. She chuckled and wiped her tears, turning to him with a smile.
“Nothing, I just…I’ve never been so happy.”
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Heat - Narcos Fan Fiction Series Chapter List
Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC | Javi x Querida
Disclaimer: Written in 2nd person narrative, you can safely assume our heroine and love/lust interest is a Latina, written by a Latina. Here's my philosophy on my writing, for further context.
Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞
Series Summary: You don't expect to be pulled into a heated gravitation with Agent Javier Peña, and the more you both try to navigate your lives around each other, the clearer it becomes that your feelings go beyond the torrid desires you both are able to ignite in each other. Will the heat of your passions win out against the tribulations that threaten to pull you apart?
Chapter 1: Nicknames | Chapter 2: Tempest | Chapter 3: Solterita | Chapter 4: Cagey | Chapter 5: Want - Part 1 | Chapter 6: Want - Part 2 | Chapter 7: Insecurities - Part 1 | Chapter 8: Insecurities - Part 2 | Chapter 9: Passion | Chapter 10: Peach | Chapter 11: Plans - Part 1 | Chapter 12: Plans - Part 2 | Chapter 13: Fury | Chapter 14: Lovers | Chapter 15: Déjà vu | Chapter 16: Corazón | Chapter 17: Punishment | Chapter 18: Risk | Chapter 19: Fallout | Chapter 20: Compromise | Chapter 21: Trust | Chapter 22: Alone | Chapter 23: Coffee | Chapter 24: Chemistry | Chapter 25: Heightened | Chapter 26: Art | Chapter 27: Hurt | Chapter 28: Safe | Chapter 29: Brazen | Chapter 30: Ballad - Part 1 | Chapter 31: Ballad - Part 2 | Chapter 32: Daze | Chapter 33: Amor | Chapter 34: Worthy | Chapter 35: Spoil | Chapter 36: Pésame | Chapter 37: Everything | Chapter 38: Enough | Chapter 39: Longing | Chapter 40: Hopes | Chapter 41: Enchantment | Chapter 42: Reflection | Chapter 43: Still | Chapter 44: Deserving - Part 1 | Chapter 45: Deserving - Part 2 | Chapter 46: TBD
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Surprise! Surprise! You and @pedrohoe04 asked for the same Category 1 and 2, but different choice for the smutty feature, so I decided to combine both your asks into one 😁 Hope you enjoy~!
Please forgive any typos; wrote this in a day 😅
Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC | Javi x Querida
Disclaimer: Written in 2nd person narrative, you can safely assume our heroine and love/lust interest is a Latina, written by a Latina. Here's my philosophy on my writing, for further context.
Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞
🚨Author chooses not to include warnings
Character Count: 5,000+
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Partners
You knew he was in a mood when he got home late last night and didn’t even try to get frisky.
Usually, no matter how late he comes in, he’ll brush his teeth, strip to his skivvies, and slide under the covers with you. Cuddle up close, spoon you, and start to nuzzle the back of your neck. His warm skin and enticing scent would stir you to wiggle your derrière against his crotch, and soon enough, you’d be fooling around. Maybe just a quickie, if not something prolonged and sensual that leaves you both breathing raggedly and properly spent in each other’s arms until you each doze off together.
But last night? He’d been deftly quiet, eased into bed, and had rolled onto his side with a long, drawn out exhale. And this morning? You’d woken up to him already dressed for work, looking brooding just before he realized you were awake and relaxed his features into a cool regard as he’d leaned over and kissed you on the forehead while murmuring, “Early meeting, querida. I’ll see you tonight.”
You’d frowned, but decided not to push him, so you’d nodded and watched him grab his things before heading out of the apartment.
Once noon rolled around, you decided to check in on him, so you called his cell phone to see if he wanted to meet at your coffee nook.
“—Can’t. Shit is a fucking mess around here. I don’t even know where to start and everyone just looks at me like fish in a tank, staring through the glass and waiting to be fed. I hate it. I’m not cut out for this boss shit—”
Javi ends up venting to you, and you sit at your sofa in the office and listen, hearing about all the latest political bullshit he had to deal with end of day yesterday that account for his detached vibe this morning. He was rarely one to vent, let alone while at work, so you know it’s a particularly aggravating set of circumstances for him. Especially when he hits you with a confession.
“—Sometimes I wish it was just back to how things were. Being out in the field, running leads myself, having a partner I could trust rather than being stuck on the sidelines but still taking the shit anyway. At least then, I knew what I was doing and it mattered,” he tells you in a sulky rumble, voice low and almost self-reproachful as he adds, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you remark softly, before teasing, “Bet Steve would love to hear you singing his praises though.”
“Pfft, yeah, really. The fuckin’ hillbilly did come in clutch for me time and time again,” he acerbically quips, and you laugh a startled chortle at the deriding affection he has for the man. “Anyway, I gotta go. Thanks for calling—”
“Tonight? Meet me at your place instead,” you suddenly cut in, already formulating an idea. When he grunts curiously, you assure, “If you’re gonna work late, I’d rather you have a shorter drive home.”
“Oh, ok. I’ll see you tonight then,” he muses before saying goodbye.
By the time Javi looks up from his reviewing of dossiers at the end of the day, he sees his department’s workspace is virtually vacant. Stoddard is puttering around on his computer right outside of his office, though. So, he stifles his impulse to groan out loud in frustration at the ceiling of his office to instead stretch his back and wring his hands over his tired features before glancing at his watch. Deciding he’s had his fill of toiling away over the documents, he sets everything back into the corresponding folders and places them in the desk drawer before collecting his slate-gray blazer, shrugging it on, and grabbing the rest of his things to head out for the night.
Once he’s parked in his spot, he lets out a yawn before exiting his SUV and locking up. Your car is in the visitor’s spot, and he smiles, wondering if you’ll be in your pajamas with your laptop over your folded legs, typing furious away on some work, or reading one of those techy magazines Ellis and you exchange.
Javi heads up the elevator and down the hall to his door, suddenly feeling bone-tired by the stressing and fretting he’s been doing so many days in a row. He slips his key into the lock, opens the door, and breezes in, gaze sweeping the main space and finding you not curled up on the couch. The main room is quiet and comfortable, with only the lamplight on in the living room, and he can see down the hall that one of the side lamps is on in the bedroom.
“I’m home,” he calls out, in order not to startle you in case you’re indisposed.
“Be right out!” you shout back from the bedroom, so Javi locks up behind himself and divests of all his personal items, placing them on the credenza, before starting to loosen the knot of his necktie.
He can smell the savory aroma of the leftovers you’d reheated from dinner the night before, and smiles at the settled, warm feeling that wraps around him.
“Welcome home, partner.”
Pausing, Javi turns and looks over at you before balking.
There you are, standing in the warm glow of the lamplight, dressed up in an eerily reminiscent ensemble that he can’t quite place until you seat your hands at your hips and tuck your chin down to eye him over the aviators – hair swept up in a high and tight braid that falls behind your shoulders while your bangs are combed sideways to be tucked behind the shell of your right ear.
You had to dig into your closet for the perfect pieces to build up the outfit, and marveled that you could still fit in the ridiculously tight blue Levi’s that were sculpted to your legs while flaring out slightly at the ankles, and the light blue-and-white horizontal striped polo was a relic you think was from a tennis class you took wish Sasha once. The pièce de résistance, though, and what gave the outfit its punch was the cognac-colored motto leather jacket you’d gotten from one of your California excursions years ago. The entire ensemble was rounded out by the tan leather boots with the stacked heel, a pair of handcuffs clipped to their holder that you looped onto the leather belt cinched around your waist, and the deadpan look you give him.
“Wha…what is this?” Javi stammers, as he takes you in, hand idly rubbing at his jaw in wonder.
“Really? You can’t figure out what this is, Jav?” you drawl in your version of a rasp, albeit sultrily as you take the sunglasses off and wink at him before hooking them to hang folded in the unbuttoned collar of your polo.
And then it dawns on him. “Wait…Jesus fucking Christ—are you supposed to be Steve?!”
Smirking, you saunter over to him and cross your arms the musing way you’d seen his former partner do plenty of times. “You said you missed having a partner you could trust, so…” you trail off before leaning close and batting your lashes coquettishly at him. “Surprise!”
Javier is at a total loss for words. Truly. He just continues to stare wide-eyed at you, marveling at how uncanny yet totally made your own the entire look is, and feeling oddly perplexed that he finds you so attractive while roleplaying his friend and former partner.
“This is fucking weird,” he finally chuckles and wryly worries his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Is it?” you counter, smile sassy as you simper provocatively, “You’ve said plenty of times I’d make a good cop, so…let me take you for a ride, partner.”
With that, you step to him and lean up on your tippy toes to brush a kiss over his lips, hands falling to grip his belt cheekily.
It really shouldn’t turn him on this much that you’re roleplaying something so silly and that he would certainly deny to his last breath, but dammit if he isn’t sporting a semi when he deepens the kiss and you slink up flush against him.
Javi can’t deny how enticed he is when you break the kiss and bossily tow him along to the bedroom, ridiculously intrigued to see what you’re going to do.
Once you get to the foot of the bed, you decide to be a little mischievous by turning him around and making him assume the position as you drawl, “All right, spread ‘em. Gotta make sure you’re not wearing a wire on me…”
Javi sputters not to laugh, but can barely contain his mirth as you manhandle his blazer off to be discarded to the floor so you can fan your hands over him, groping and fondling your way down from his back, down his sides, crouching to feel up his ankles and all the way up his legs before slipping one hand around his waist and down his front while the other snakes up to pluck at the top buttons of his rumpled dress shirt. It’s only when the hand that ventures down to feel Javi up over his slate-gray slacks that his mirth morphs into something heady. His cock fills out completely against your hand as you rub over it before you brush a kiss to the back of his ear and hum, as if pleased.
“Take your belt off for me, Jav.”
Without an ounce of shame, Javi yanks at his belt and hurriedly unbuckles it for you, letting out a stuttered breath when your hands work to unbutton and tug his zipper down before caressing past the waistband to touch him over his cotton skivvies. Finding him straining against his underwear and enjoying how he huffs a charged little groan, clearly getting frazzled, you decide to palm his cock while using the other hand to pluck the rest of his buttons undone so you can glide your hand over his bare stomach up to his chest.
“Oh fuck,” he hitches as you lightly stroke him while circling your fingertips over one of his nipples teasingly before nipping at his earlobe. “S-Shit, preciosa—”
“None of that. I’m your partner right now, Peña, so you’ll address me as such, got it?” you hiss sensually and make your point by pinching his nipple simultaneously as you drag your thumb over the head of his clothed cock.
Javi blushes and hitches out, “Y-Yes, partner.”
Smiling against his shoulder, you suddenly paw your hands to his midriff, grazing your nails to skate sidelong before humming an approving sound. “Looks like you’re clean. But, there’s only one way to make sure,” you silkily drawl and walk your fingertips along his ribs before receding your touch completely. “Strip to your birthday suit for me, bud.”
He can’t help shiver and try to pass it off as a flustered scoff before straightening to glance heatedly over his shoulder at you. Even with the block heeled-boots, you only gained a couple of inches – tops – in height, and he still is much taller. Javi could easily shut this down as being too ridiculous and way too goofy for him to really be turned on by to let you keep going, but then he turns and tugs his necktie completely loose before discarding it in order to yank his dress shirt off, then toe his shoes off. When he shoves his pants all the way down and steps out of them to just be in his socks and boxer-briefs, you smile at him before pursing you lips at the garments, unspoken command of, ‘all of it’ that’s punctuated by your hands going to your hips again.
“C’mon…you’re not gonna keep all that on, are you?” he protests and quirks a defiant brow.
The way your eyes narrow have that deviant thrill zinging like quicksilver up in him before throbbing down into his cock.
“For now? Yeah, I am. Now be a good partner and trust me, or else the fun ends here,” you smoothly remark before plucking the clasp fastening the handcuffs into their holder on your belt. “And I would hate for that to happen, Jav. Not when all I wanna do is relieve your stress, like a good partner-in-crime would,” is your cool musing as you pull the handcuffs out and spin them around with your index finger.
Javi swallows and glances back at the bed, knowing his headboard isn’t set up for some kinky bondage stuff, when he finally spots the belt you looped around the shelf slat to jerry rig a way for the handcuff chain to be secured for his arms to be held over his head. Looking back at you, Javi yanks his socks off before taking his underwear off, surprising you when he clambers backwards onto the bed and stretches out for you.
Smiling, you follow him, prowling onto the bed like a minx that’s contemplating when to pounce. His cock twitches at the sight and strains against his lower belly while Javi dampens his lips and starts getting wound up with lewd anticipation. Enjoying how into this he is, you slink over him in order to straddle his thighs. Your eyes soften as you click your tongue for him to present his wrists, and he does so, allowing you to loop the handcuffs through your jerry rigged tension line before you clasp each cuff on.
Trying to play off his fidgeting as just him getting comfortable, Javi leers at you from your leather jacket-clad shoulders to the block heeled boots before cavalierly rumbling, “Those boots aren’t very practical for chasing suspects, partner.”
“Ah, that’s because you’ve never really seen me in action,” you remark amusedly as you make sure he’s nice and secure in his restraints before leaning down to brush your nose teasingly along his, purring, “What’s the safe word, amigo.”
“…Miami,” Javi decides smugly, puckish as you snicker and sit up to do your best impression of Steve considering something – twisting your lips and arching your brows as your eyes shift in a ‘hmm, yeah that ain’t bad’ way before you suddenly shift off of him to scoot to stand in front of the bed.
He watches you tug the sunglasses from your polo to be placed on the dresser before you shed your leather jacket and toss it over to the chair by the window. “You gonna trust me to make you feel good, Jav?” you ask conversationally as you turn back to gaze hungrily at him, before you tug your polo loose from the waistband of the jeans and pull it off.
Enticed by your impromptu striptease, Javi grouses, “Sure, why not.” When you fling your shirt to the chair and raise a chiding brow, he exhales and clinks the handcuffs together. “C’mon, you know I trust you, but if you leave me like this for long, I’m gonna have to pay you back,” is his saucy retort, eyeing the piece of lingerie over your bust that doesn’t look familiar. “Is that new?”
“Oh, this?” You showily palm your breasts in the thin white lace before cupping them naughtily. “Nah. I just haven’t wanted to wear it and have someone rip it,” you remark breezily before unbuckling your belt and yanking it loose from the loops in order to gather the strap and snap the leather together.
The crack makes Javi jolt a little. The look of ambivalent desire that etches his features is priceless as the lascivious thrill roses his cheeks. Confidently, you toss the belt onto the bed, as if it might be used later, and proceed to kick your boots off before you strip out of your tight jeans and reveal the bottom half of your lingerie.
Javi’s mouth waters at the flimsy white lace thong, especially when you slink back onto the bed and climb over his lap. He can see how the crotch of it is plastered to your wet seam, how damp the fabric is already—
“You know what’s so good about this little system I rigged here?” you query silkily as you rub your palms along his broad, muscled chest. When he grunts in question, you showily pluck at the belt the cuffs’ chain is fastened around. “I can flip you onto your knees, if I want,” is your alluring answer, eyes crinkling when Javi’s mouth drops open with wordless wonder. “And maybe I will. You look like you could use a couple of spanks.”
Fucking hell, Javi groans in his head, frazzled that arousal flickered tingling heat into his loins at the proposition. “Y-You’re not gonna be able to just flip me over, queri—”
Your eyes narrow warningly, and he squirms a little under you, which intrigues you, so you decide to drive him a little wild. “Oh, really? I can’t, you say?” is your growl as you lean down to flick the tip of your tongue along his left nipple. He hisses and arches at the contact, so you slip your palm under him and plant it at the small of his back as you tease the right nipple before sucking hard on the peaked nub. Just as Javi is about to really squirm, you wrap your free hand around his cock and squeeze lightly.
“Holy fuck,” he whimpers and tosses his head back before grinding his forehead into his right bicep.
“It’s all about momentum, Jav. Leveraging it with a pivot,” you remark musingly before purring, “Wanna see?”
Enthralled, Javi nods vigorously, and you smile as you slip your other hand to the back of his shoulder and pivot, shifting over with your advantage of being on top to roll him over before ambling around to angle his hips up and use your knees to guide his legs up under him while his bound wrists easily remain untangled, allowing him to grab the headboard shelf above his head.
Astounded, Javi peers at you over his shoulder and feels his dick throb at the sight of you sitting up on your knees and gazing at him in this submissive position.
“Still good, partner?” you check in, hands caressing reassuringly down his back and gripping his hips. “Because I gotta tell you: having you on your hands and knees like this? It’s quite a beautiful thing,” is your velvety murmur as you lean forward and plant a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Very hot.”
He lets out a charged exhale before muttering, “You better not have a strap-on you’re gonna whip out—”
“Hah, I don’t,” you assuage, and he relaxes a little, especially when you pet the back of his hair and caress the length of his side. “Maybe next time—”
“Yeah fuckin’ right,” he defies and tries to turn, but his wrists thwart him.
Snickering, you kiss his nape and pat his side. “Don’t get all grumpy on me now. Not when I was about to suggest something I think you might like,” is your seductive drawl before kissing a path down his spine to sit back on your haunches and wait for his permission. When he grunts for you to continue, you chime, “Ever had someone press up against you from behind and stroke you off?”
“N-No,” he stutters before clearing his throat and rumbling, “That sounds silly.”
“Does it?” you let your voice honey over as it drops into that smoky timbre you know stirs up his urges before brushing up behind him. You wedge your knees in between his and make him plant his weight more onto his hands since his legs are splayed farther apart. Javi grunts in surprise before he bites his lip when you wrap your arms around him and fist his cock. Nudging your head in a dominant gesture against his, you purr, “Still feel silly?”
Javi’s cock pulsing in your hand answers before he’s able to downplay, “Not really.”
“Hmm, well, maybe we need some glide,” you remark and surprise him by shifting up against him so you can caress your hand along his torso before presenting your palm to him. “Little help, please.”
It takes him a minute to realize what you’re asking, but then the raunchy delight clues him in, so Javi licks a swipe to slicken your palm with his saliva. Pleased, you then wrap it around his cock and jack him off like this, with the weight of you draped over his back, the press of your lacy-clad skin against his heated body driving that dark urge to unfurl from his gut. And with the sudden addition of your other hand toying with his heavy sac – fondling and cupping his warm spheres while you stroke his cock? Javi is lost for words as he closes his eyes and ruts into your hand while he white-knuckles his grip on the headboard’s inset shelf. He feels depraved, but really titillated to be like this – on all fours for you, and instead of feeling chauvinistic shame, he starts to revel in relinquishing power to you.
“You content to fuck my hand like this? Or would you like something else to fuck?” you tease softly into the back of his ear, delighting in the throaty groan he lets out when you grip him at his base.
“Dios mío misericordioso,” he croaks before collecting his wits to growl, “W-What do you h-have in mind?”
Smiling, you shift against him once again, surprising him by pressing your palm to ease him to lower his shoulders and adjust his lower back by planting his knees up. “Well, I’ve always wanted to try this,” you tell him sensually before he feels you recede from his back, then reach your hand between his legs and stroke his cock in a downward twist and flick of your wrist.
Javi moans and bows his head, lighting up with carnal depravity as you stroke him from the back, edging him to that deliriously tingling bliss of being pushed over the edge into raucous pleasure. But then, he ends up gasping harshly at the sudden sensation of your mouth suckling on the head of his cock when you guide it backwards with a firm hold of your hand to keep it from jutting back up towards his belly. “Holy fucking shit—!” he hoarsely stammers as you suck him from the back and stroke him into your warm, velvety mouth before letting his cock pop wetly free and strain up towards his belly again. He shudders and writhes, beyond overawed and now weeping pre-cum.
And when you lick and toy your mouth over his balls? Javi’s hands jerk to get apart, but are unable to from the cuffs clinking desperately as he grapples with something to do with his hands and settles for clutching at the shelf for dear life. And then your hand is around his cock again, stroking him while you fondle his aching sac with your devious tongue before suddenly suckling tenderly on one of them, then switching to the other.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck—gonna come, gonna come—” he’s harshly warning, hips impulsively rocking and feeling that cresting heat flare in his apex. His gasp catches in his chest when you suddenly abandon your ministrations and swat your hand over the curve of his ass. “Motherfucking hell!” Javi snarls out and writhes more from the shock of being edged and denied release than the spank. “Pinche mierda,” he exhales gutturally, trying to scrape his wits together.
He’s about to growl at you when he hears you spit into your hand just before you glide your slickened fingers over his tight ring of muscle teasingly. The sensation has his knees locking and his stomach flipping with anticipation, feeling light-headed from the aborted orgasm and needy for gratification.
“Don’t be cranky. Just wanted to get you real riled up for this,” you croon before checking in, “This ok? Need to use the safe word?”
“…No,” he growls and jerks his wrists in a testy show of defiance. “Want to fucking come,” is his lowly grouse as he bows his head to hide how fucking wrecked he feels.
“Is that a command?”
Your searing growl back is imperious, and Javi shudders at the tone before your hand abandons teasing his ass to instead swat it. He groans and blushes so hard he feels like the capillaries in his face are flaming with it.
“Hmm, did you like that?” you query lusciously, and when he doesn’t immediately respond, you spank him again, and he moans, arching his head in a clear indication he likes it. “Mmm, good boy,” is your sultry praise as you kiss his shoulder, and then murmur, “Such a good boy, in fact, that I’m so wet for you right now,” you pause when he exhales and tugs on the tension line, desperate to get his hands on you. “I want you inside me so bad, partner. Want to ache with you for days. To feel your cum drip out of me—”
“Cristo amado,” he exhales gruffly before begging, “Please, please—want it. Want you on my cock.”
Humming softly, you kiss the shell of his ear and shift to help him flip around onto his back, then straddle his lap and shower kisses over his flushed features as you coo, “You make me tingle, you know that? Just utterly amazed you’re mine—that you let me drive you wild. Eres mi hermoso rey, bebito.”
Javi lets out an airy groan and seeks more of your affection, so you kiss him passionately while you ruck your panties out of the way and undulate your hips over him in order to notch the head of his slick cock to part your drenched folds before catching at the dimpled entrance of your yearning cunt.
His arms flex, tendons standing out corded from the tension under his golden skin as you roll your hips and plunge his cock into your molten heat and break the kiss to mewl from the effort and stretch of his throbbing shaft punching up into you when he bucks up.
You ride Javi with primal abandon when you lean up and gaze with feral want down at his blown out, dark-brewed eyes and clenched jaw, going wild at the desperate need etched in his features. Getting yourself off is quick when your pussy has been throbbing for him since you got home, and with the gruff groans he’s letting slip from his tight jaw? Combined with how his arms keep instinctually trying to yank loose so he can loop them around you? It is effortlessly gratifying.
With a shout of his name, you come hard on his cock, flooding your climax over his crotch and mewling. You toss your head back and keep riding him, which makes for a shameless display that has Javi lit up with pleasure. The sight of your tits bouncing in the flimsy white lace, the squelching of your pussy getting pounded up into, and the feel of you rippling wantonly around him is Javi’s undoing, especially when you plant your hands on his chest and grind down on him in order to rub your clit against his pubic bone. You buckle from the force of this new orgasm just as Javi’s cock swells inside your cunt and erupts with his climax, jerking hard and filling you with his spend while he swears filthy praises.
Going lax, you fold over him and shakily pant, feeling seared through by the back-to-back orgasms. Javi is glowing under you when you sit up to gaze down at him. His features are flushed. Eyes glossy with sated lust, and smiling dopily up at you. It’s too precious for you not to kiss him lovingly and susurrate, “You feeling good?”
“Fuckin’ A, I am,” he husks dreamily, which earns a wry snicker from you as you nuzzle him affectionately.
“You were so good for me,” you lilt, kissing his cheek as you purr, “Such a good boy, partner.”
He lets out a relaxed exhale and just basks in the feeling.
Eventually, you climb off of him and get the key to the handcuffs you placed within reach on the nightstand, and free him from the cuffs before protectively checking to make sure they didn’t bruise or bother his wrists. As soon as his limbs are free, he wraps them around you and buries his face in your neck, grunting wordlessly as your scent comforts him into unabashedly curling up in your arms.
Once you’ve rubbed his back soothingly and let him come down from the high of being dominated, you nuzzle the top of his head and check in, “Was that too much, mi amor?”
He huffs sardonically. “That was wild. I don’t think I’ll be ever be able to look at Steve again without grinning,” he tells you sincerely, smile crooked when he purrs, “And there’s no way I’ll be able to explain why, chingona traviesa.”
You giggle, kissing his temple before affectionately brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Small price to pay, I say,” is your teasing quip before you kiss his lips. “And you were such a trooper. Didn’t even say ‘Miami’ once,” you remark and sling your leg over his hip in order to cuddle closer to him.
“Well, we’ll have to see if the same will be able to be said for you,” Javi remarks before rolling to pin you to the bed and puckishly guiding your arms over your head before he clasps your wrists in the cuffs.
You squeak in surprise and wriggle to sit up, but can’t, especially when he gets between your legs and yanks you by the backs of your knees down to be flat on your back on the bed. “Oh, c’mon!” you effervescently protest, pulse racing and arousal cloying in your core to honey your cunt over. Javi chuckles and guides your legs up and far apart, holding you open by your calves so he can watch his cum drip out of your puffy, drenched pussy. “Ja-Javi—”
“Mmm, come now. We’re partners, right?” he cuts in ruggedly and smirks when you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “Partners trust each other, so…be a good girl for me now.”
Breathily, you nod, dampening your plush lips before susurrating, “You got it, partner.”
Pleased, Javi leans over and takes his time kissing you before he goes about disassembling you with pleasure in virtually the same ways you did to him.
Yep. You both are in unspoken agreement that this is one hell of a partnership. One you both are eager to keep strengthening in and out of bed – with and without handcuffs.
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Spanish-English Glossary:
Querida = Affectionate term for a female, akin to expressing one's want and desire
Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious
Dios mío misericordioso = Dear merciful God
Cristo amado = Christ beloved
Eres mi hermoso rey, bebito = You’re my king, baby boy
Mi amor = My love
Chingona traviesa = Wicked bad ass woman
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New year, same ol' heated love affair~! 😚 While I don't normally forecast what's to come in this author's note section, I figure that 2021 ending on an epic downer (R.I.P. Betty White!) means I need to pass on some good vibes, so just know that this and the next couple of chapters are going to be some good Javi x Querida love and yearning fare, with minimum angst, if any 😁
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Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC | Javi x Querida
Disclaimer: Written in 2nd person narrative, you can safely assume our heroine and love/lust interest is a Latina, written by a Latina. Here's my philosophy on my writing, for further context.
Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞
Word Count: 17,000+
Summary: Navigating the balancing act of keeping your relationship secret at work while things between you and Javi heat up, can you both avoid the pitfalls that arise when things move to the next level?
Warnings: The BEST Javier Peña, graphic depictions of sex, including oral (m+f receiving) and unprotected sex. Use of provocative and slightly degrading pet names, dom/sub play, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, and praise kink. Some Dom!Reader, Sub!Javi, Possessive!Javi, and Soft!Javi. In the vein of Narcos being a bilingual show, and Javier Peña being fluent, I felt it was apropos to include Spanglish and Spanish throughout.
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Chapter 23: Coffee
The effervescent feeling sticks with you all morning after leaving Javi's, even when you rush home and literally strip and jump into a work outfit before hurriedly blow-drying your hair and dolling up for the office. It doesn't even leave you when you're stuck in traffic and need to call Ellis on your cell phone to warn him you're going to be a few minutes late to your first meeting of the day. Luckily it's an operations check-in, so he can run interference until you show up.
Breezing through security and strutting in your heels to the elevators, you hustle in and thankfully don't have to wait for the other passengers to arrive at their floors before the compartment stops at yours first and dings open. You're mercifully able to toss your purse onto the couch in your office and stride down the hall to the conference room to arrive with just enough grace to only be a minute behind the start of the meeting.
"Good morning, everyone!" you greet placidly, and internally breathe a sigh of relief. By the time the meeting ends and everyone files out, you practically deflate in your chair while Ellis snorts. "…Don't say it," you grumble warningly as you bow your head onto your folded arms over the conference table.
"Oh? Say what, pray tell?" he chimes knowingly, and bounces his eyebrows at you when you glare sorely up across the table at him. "Back on, I take it?" he goadingly drawls.
You nod and lean back in your chair meekly. "Anyway…what else is on the docket for today? I was hoping to meet with HR and make sure there are no hassles with them working on the new system," is your musing as you stand and stretch your aching muscles.
"Ah, I penciled that in around 2pm. The ambassador's secretary asked for you to go up and meet with him around 3:15pm, between two of his conference calls," Ellis tells you as you both lope out of the conference room.
"Huh, did she mention what about?" you ask as you make a beeline for the coffee maker, retrieve a mug, and pour yourself a cup.
"Nope, just said it would be a quick touch base," Ellis retorts while you fiddle with the button of our chic gray blazer while you sip your brew. "Oh, and Francesca's going to be in a little later. She called and said she was meeting with her professor about that extra credit to beg for a better grade without doing the bonus work," he tells you as you now head back to your offices. "I still think she should just cruise that cool street art spot you showed me—"
"Firstly, that's a dangerous neighborhood if you don't know you're way around, and second – her Spanish is not much fluent than yours," you heckle him acerbically as you enter your office and set your mug on the side table. "Besides, I doubt extra credit will be enough to raise her semester grade, let alone go through the trouble," is your musing as you shed your blazer and adjust the sleeves of your white button-cuffed chemise blouse before retrieving the mug and sitting on the sofa while Ellis leans against the door jam. "Ah, have you heard an ETA on the system from IBM?"
"Yeah, I got the first stamped forms and the processing should be complete by end of Thursday, so we should have it here at the embassy following week," he answers and adds tentatively, "Although, that means one of us has to do the field office rounds right after so they can help set up the hubs each will need to get onto the system."
You sigh and lean back into the cushions with your mug cradled between your palms. "Crap, I forgot about that," you mutter and take a long sip of your coffee. "Well, start looking at the itinerary for the next few weeks. I'd want to visit each field office back to back and get things up and running just to get it out of the way," is your musing as you twist your lips and add, "I have my cousin's wedding coming up, so definitely don't want to be traveling to the field offices around then."
"Sounds good. I'll start looking and confirm before I make any arrangements," Ellis tells you dutifully before checking his watch. "Oh, by the way, Jackie told me she's getting a bit of resistance from the DEA resources she's been onboarding into the pilot. Rather than have drama to report, I'll ask Stoddard if we could move the status report with Peña to next week," he remarks before giving you a lopsided smirk and adding, "That should be enough time for her to whip them into submission and have some progress to show."
You can't help hum a silly sound at that. "Fine by me. I think he's going to be plenty busy this week anyway…"
He snorts at that. "Mighty big fish he reeled in," Ellis remarks and crosses his arms. "That reminds me, I put in for the same kind of cell phone you got: encrypted, secure – the works. It should come in next week too."
"Excellent," you chime and finish your coffee, pleased that you'll be able to get ahold of Javi on a much more reliable means of tech than his current clearly-compromised satellite phone. You'd asked Ellis to make the arrangements for the cell phone last week before all the drama on Friday, so you're glad he clearly put in the order prior. "Ah, I have a meeting with Internal Ops," you sigh when you glance at the slim rose gold watch on your wrist before standing and slinking your blazer back on. "Lunch in the atrium later?"
"I'm down!" he chirps and gives you a silly salute before he saunters out to his own office while you grab your things and head to your meeting.
Javier is currently head down in his office while he listens to the latest tapes Stoddard had prepared for him of the wire tap on Christina Jurado's phone. It's the typical crime-adjacent-kept-wife bullshit: she's complaining about missing him, getting shined on by Franklin that he'll bring her along next time, and lamenting how this is not entirely the lifestyle she expected. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he shuts it off and sits back in his chair, hand dragging down to idly rub over his moustache as he ruminates.
The day had started out fantastically, but as soon as he stepped foot in the embassy, all eyes were on him, and most of the looks might've been benign, but after the removal of Col. Martinez from his post and Stechner's not-so-veiled threat, Javier felt like he was on edge. It didn't help that he'd been summoned to Crosby's office first thing to get forewarned of a big mucky meeting that was going to happen end of week, headed by General Vargas. The sharp-eyed ambassador had told him he better tread lightly now that he'd kicked the hornets nest, and Javi had appeased him with a curt, "You've got it, sir."
Really, though, Javi was prepared to take a blowtorch to the proverbial hornets nest, but for now he was biding his time. He was hoping Jurado's wife would get the man to slip and disclose his current location, and once he knew where he was, he was going to hunt him down. Brooding now, Javi glances at his cigarette pack, temptation calling to him, but he looks at his watch and smirks.
Tidying up the counter while the machine brews a fresh pot of coffee, you're humming to yourself as you straighten the little wooden stirrers and set them to align with the sugar packet cubby. You're contemplating to yourself over some of the tasks you need to get done this week as the brewing hiss and fizzling coming from the machine ceases just a few seconds before you hear someone clear his throat behind you.
"You must go through enough coffee to run a café around here," Javi croons when you glance reservedly at him and smile. He has a plain ceramic mug held in one hand as he slips the other in his tan slacks pocket. "I'm not going to earn ill will from your staff for partaking?"
"Not at all. My team has no qualms sharing," you retort wryly and offer to fill his mug for him. He lopes closer and holds the mug out to you, smirk warm and eyes crinkling soulfully. As you pour the piping brew, you muse, "It also helps that I keep Don Gilberto's coffee stocked at all times."
"I didn't know he sold his coffee in bulk," he chuckles before sipping the delicious scalding coffee, and having to wince back.
You stifle a chuckle and refill your cup while eyeing him amusedly. "He doesn't, but I convinced him that he should, and I'd be his #1 customer. I even made a spreadsheet to show him just how much profit he could make if he sold the coffee grounds in bulk," you tell him blithely as you lean back against the counter and let your coffee cool. "Everyone who has a cup falls in love with it. I even got Dotty in Crosby's office sneaking down here and absconding with to-go cups to take up to him," is your cheeky aside as he gives you a warm, rugged look.
"As if you weren't his favorite department head already," he drawls laconically, to which you narrow your gaze haughtily in response as you drink from your glazed mug.
He sips his coffee to hide his goading smirk, so you take the opportunity to whisper airily, "I'm likely the only department head that doesn't raise his blood pressure these days, unlike some others."
The surly grunt he lets rumble loud enough for you to hear sounds more like an ornery little purr, so you crack a smile while he glances down at the quietly busy department. "Well, I'll head back and get out of your way," he tells you in a professional tone, but covertly winks at you as he adds, "You have a good rest of your afternoon, director."
The molten, puckish look in his eyes has you aflutter, but you manage a congenial, "You as well, Agent Peña."
With a charming grunt, Javi saunters off, and you get to watch his handsomely tailored frame walk away as you make mental notes of all the naughty things you're going to do to him later tonight.
"Whew!" you hear Francesca chortle out goofily as you come back from the coffee corner, so you raise your brows in question while she waves you over. Once you're in her cubicle, she whispers, "That man in the tan suit strutted in here and all the girls snuck glances. I hope it's alright that he walked down before I could catch his name and ask you."
Snickering, you sit on the corner of her desk and assure, "No harm done. He's the DEA country attaché, and a coffee fiend," smirking when she gives you a surprised look. "He also has quite the rep for being a lothario," you tell her amusedly and sip from your mug.
"Oh, wait—that's Javier Peña?" she whisper-exclaims – looking super intrigued when you nod and hum the affirmative. "Well, that explains it, I suppose," is her snort as she crosses her legs and leans back in her desk chair, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"It should, considering even such a dutiful intern like yourself knows the chatter about him," you quip and eye her humorously.
"Oh, I heard gossip from some of the other interns upstairs when we had to do that annoying security profile update," she tells you before whispering, "The intern in Correspondence said he took one of his office girls home after a night at the bar."
With a perfect poker face, you smile and drawl, "Yep, that's what's gone around the water coolers." She hums in wonder, and you just love the smart, intrepid young woman. Still not jaded or put out by the world. Changing subjects, you ask, "So, did your professor let up on that extra credit project?"
"Ugh!" she dramatically deflates into her chair and frowns. "No, but he said he'd weigh the grade for it so it helps boost my overall grade for the semester. I just have to look for a subject that'll let me interview 'em," she sighs forlornly.
You pat her on the shoulder and check your watch, realizing you're going to be late for your meeting upstairs with HR. Agilely, you run to set your mug in your office before hustling by her and assuring, "That's actually a way better deal, so you should go for it!"
Completing your meeting with HR a little late, you make it up to Crosby's office with a minute to spare, and Dotty lets you in and asks the ambassador if he would like another coffee before winking at you.
"Yes! That would be wonderful. Thank you, Dotty," he exclaims and gestures for you to come sit. "Well, darlin', I only have a few minutes, but I wanted to show you something," Crosby tells you warmly as he picks up what looks like a fax and hands it to you. You skim it, and are surprised by the Senatorial letterhead. "Seems that the Appropriations Committee will add a provision for the funding your department requested. They're set to vote on it next week," he explains and grins broadly when you stare up at him, baffled.
"But, they were so disinterested…" you wonder out loud, and you read further, but it's mostly just pleasantries and political jargon. "…Did you intercede on our behalf, sir?" you find yourself asking and skeptically glancing up at the man as he leans back in his leather-bound chair and blows a raspberry at you.
"I didn't have to, actually. Seems that on Friday, while out on their excursion with the heads of DEA and CIA, they got the lay of the land for the funding need," Crosby explains, adding as an aside, "Senator Toyle mentioned that Agent Peña especially vouched for the impact the overall funding would have, and mentioned that your department's work would become integral in the future work the DEA is able to do."
You are absolutely floored. Javier had not mentioned any conversation of the sort. If you'd known that once the helicopter had landed on the tarmac, he'd struck up a conversation about needed modernizing and told both senators, "—That department is going to be fundamental in technologically leveling the playing field with the cartel networks and keeping teams like mine one step ahead of the traffickers," before rushing off to his car to call Stoddard? You probably would've melted down into a puddle of yearning. Hearing Crosby tell you the cliff note version now? It sets your heart aflame for him.
Thanking the ambassador for sharing the wonderful news with you and promising to keep him abreast of the pilot program's progress, you leave him to his next conference call and walk by Dotty as she comes in with the coffee she's pilfered from your department's pot.
The whole trip back down to your office, you're buzzing, feeling so overwhelmed by the adoration you feel for Javi right now, that it's taking all your willpower not to take a detour to his office and ravish him for all of the DEA bullpen to see. Instead, you practically float out of the elevator and down into your department before strutting buoyantly to your office. When you look at your desk and see a folded piece of paper sitting on top of your closed laptop, you get a giddy thrill. You stroll over to pick it up and unfold it, going from excited to perplexed.
CONGRATULATIONS ON THE FUNDING. LOOKING FORWARD TO WORKING TOGETHER SOON.
Bemused, you feel a cold chill go down your spine as you analyze the handwriting. It's not Javi's script, and you don't know anyone who writes in all capitalized words. Just when you're starting to rack your brain, Ellis pops his head in your office.
"Hey, I got everything ready for the meeting with Accounting," he calls over, but when he sees your tense expression, he quirks a brow and queries, "Something wrong?"
"…I'm not sure. Did you see anyone come into my office?" you ask and fold the note back.
"Nope, but Fran left not but 10 minutes ago, so maybe someone slipped in after?" he asks and eyes the note in your hands.
Stoically, you slip the note into your purse and instead hold up the copy of the fax the ambassador let you have. "Never mind. Crosby gave me good news: We're getting the funding!"
"Awesome!" Ellis exclaims and rushes over to give you a high-five.
While you and Ellis move into prepping for the last few meetings of the day, Javier has been avoiding phone calls and most of his non-essential meetings, favoring ducking into the booth Stoddard has set up the wiretap equipment so he can concentrate on listening to the Jurado tapes while he skims other surveillance briefs Feistl and Van Ness had faxed to him. The fact the men got sandbagged by the crooked CNP captain when it came to the documents they'd collected from Pallomari's office didn't mean they weren't finding ways to collect intel. He was reminded of the time he'd told Steve to shove documents down his pants in the Palacio de Justicia's storage room where the government had stored all of the Escobar evidence.
The irony didn't escape him now. Where he and Steve had cut corners, to Messina's chagrin, Feistl and Van Ness were tactically coloring in the lines while Javi was just keen on results. He's decided he makes a shit boss, but hell, not much he could do about it now.
He spends hours in the room, poring over documents and making notes for standout details to himself, so by the time he looks up and peers through the blinds of the door, he finds that most have left for the day. Grumbling, he collects the files and heads out to his office and finds Stoddard toiling away at his medieval-looking desktop computer, sat just outside of his door.
"Boss, meant to tell you that Mil Group asked for a meeting this week to discuss strategy on continued interagency surveillance ops," the weary young deputy remarks as he gets up and follows Javi into his office. "Unfortunately that muddies up the schedule, so I have to postpone the status report with IT+IS to next week."
Javi stores the files in his desk and grabs for his nicotine packet. "That's fine," he remarks flatly before popping a gum into his mouth, chewing on it as he gives the man a thoughtful once over. "Go ahead and call it a night, Stoddard. You look as tired as I feel," he deadpans before unrolling his shirtsleeves and buttoning the cuffs. "See you in the morning."
Shoulders slumping in relief, Stoddard weakly smiles as he backpedals to the door. "Thanks, boss. Have a good night," is his parting remark as he hustles to his desk, grabs his things, and hurries out before Javi changes his mind.
Javier decides it's time to get the fuck out before he changes his mind too, so he shrugs on his blazer, grabs his things and heads down to his car to make a couple of stops before your place.
You've been tending to the stove for the last hour, hair up in a flirty twist and comfortable in your flower-patterned bateau-shoulder strapped dress as you flounce around the kitchen. The apartment is clean, table set, and the drink glasses are waiting on the kitchen island as you chop the ingredients for the salad. There's a nice breeze filtering through the apartment from the windows, and you feel refreshed after shirking your work clothes, showering, and pulling on the soft cotton dress so you're comfy while you make dinner – eager to spoil Javi after the news you got today.
The TV is on, but the volume is set to low so you can concentrate, already wondering if you overdid it while you're mixing up the vinaigrette dressing you made from scratch. Once you're satisfied and set everything aside so you can wash your hands after turning the stove off, your mind betrays you with a reminder of the cryptic note that was now sitting in your purse. As you stir the rice in it's cauldron one more time, you let your mind wander. Who would know about the funding outside of Javi, the ambassador, and my team…?
Just as you start to fixate, the house phone rings in its cradle. Distractedly, you wipe your hands on the towel and grab the wireless receiver. "Hello?" you greet as you glance up at the clock, wondering if it's going to be Javi telling you he's running late.
But then you remember you'd both agreed to only talk on secure phones, so he'd have called your cell phone, not the house phone—
"Ah, so you're home tonight," the purred rasp taunts before adding, "Hopefully wearing a sexy little negligee already?"
You scoff and put your hand on your hip as you go back into the kitchen. "Hello, Sasha," is your flat greeting, knowing it'll rile him.
"Oh c'mon, ketsele! You REALLY aren't gonna greet me like the old friend that I am? I'm fucking wounded—" he complains gruffly, and you can hear the sincere scowl in his tone.
"You are such a brat," you cut in sardonically. "Congrats on the upcoming showing! I can't believe you didn't mention you were working on art again while I was there," is your remark as you idly clean the counter.
"Ah, well I wasn't sure I'd have a finished collection for the installation, so no point in mentioning it. But I got a serious bout of inspiration. It all fell into place quickly once I was done," Sasha convivially regales. "I just ironed out the details today. I fly into Bogotá on Friday and the installation will premiere on Monday night—"
He goes on to tell you the details, from the location, to the time, the dress code for the premiere, and you smile at the sound of his exuberance. After all, it'd been years since he'd shown his own work, so you were excited for him.
"—I'll put your name on the VIP list so you can come in to the preview before the ticket holders. And don't be mad, but I'm hoping you can help me translate and mill around? I just don't trust the cultural attaché they've assigned to me," he shares as he you lean your hip into the kitchen island now.
"Sure, I'd love to," you answer, before a sudden idea strikes you. "Oh, would it be alright to bring my intern? She needs to do a project for extra credit involving interviewing an artist about their process."
"Anything for you, my exotic rose," he coos, and you can't stifle the scoff. After all, he only uses that line when he himself has something he needs from you, but he isn't getting around to asking you just yet. "Bring whomever you'd like! It's going to be a lux affair, or so I'm told. It'd be nice to be around people I don't want to avoid all night."
You instantly think of Javier, dressed in a nice black suit, crisp dress shirt with obsidian-buttons, hair brushed back – basically just him exuding mustachioed James Bond sexy vibes, and you find yourself musing, "I'll bring a date."
Terse silence greets you for a second before Sasha hums in that low, gruff register of his. "A date, you say? Don't tell me you've been holding out on me, ketsele," he finally grouses, tone raspy.
"It's a long story," you tell him plainly and add, "What happened to that cute theater teacher you were seeing?"
"Hmph, it's a long story," he laconically deadpans. "But anyway, not like I'd want my escort to be anyone else but you. I promise, it'll be totally platonic, especially if you're bringing someone along…" Sasha remarks placidly before purring, "But do me a favor, and wear something red? I love that color on you."
You're about to quip that he tells you a different color every time when three swift knocks rap on your door. "Something red is doable. And don't be grumpy. My date might be too busy to come, but I would like to have the option to bring him," you're telling Sasha as you trot around the kitchen island to the door, opening it and smiling at Javi as you pull him inside, peck him on the lips and gesture to being almost done on the phone. He nods and sets his duffle bag down and the brown paper bag in his other hand onto the side table. You purse your lips at his unbuttoned and tie-free collar, eager to undress him completely soon. "But if you'd prefer me not to—" When Sasha interrupts with a grunt and grumbles, 'It's fine by me,' you smile and tell him, "Email me the details? And you're sure you can help my intern?"
"Yes, not a problem. You'll make it up to me some other time," he flirts, and you roll your eyes. "I'll call you when I've settled in."
"Sounds good. Be safe, Sasha," you tell him, and he snickers a 'Goodnight, krasivaya,' before you snort, "Goodnight," and end the call, placing the wireless receiver on it's mount.
You turn to see Javi giving you a molten, sexy look as he stands next to the chair with his hands on his hips as he inhales the delicious aromas wafting through the space. "It smells fucking delicious in here," he rumbles as you strut over and loop your arms around his waist to hum coquettishly. The sultry look you give him already has him sporting a semi, so you impishly press flush against him and brush your lips over his jaw. "Mmm, don't try and make me want to skip dinner, seductora—"
"As if," you chuckle and get on your tippy toes to peck him on the lips again, batting your lashes at him as you drawl, "Come. Dinner's ready."
He smiles and tugs his blazer off after you toy with the lapels. "What'd you make?" he asks once he's tossed it onto the chair and walked to the kitchen table.
"Salad, marinated steak with arroz junto, some tostones, and for dessert?" you recite as you flounce to the cabinet and open it to reveal a wrapper of Solteritas.
Javi's eyes twinkle at the offerings and he grins at the cookies, boyish dimple in his right cheek on display as he teases, "Jesus, you're trying to fatten me up. As if I didn't pack on the pounds when I was home."
You scoff a silly sound and start serving him a plate. "And pray tell, who was cooking up a storm for you while you were there?" you ask in a faux snippy tone as you walk over and place the meal on the table before sauntering over and grabbing a glass and pouring him a double.
He's already salivating, but wants to wait until you're sitting with your own meal before he digs in, so he takes a sip of the whiskey before answering, "Sometimes my aunt brought over potluck dinner. But most days, pops would throw a couple of steaks on the grill for us, along with any seasonal veggies he'd grown and recently picked."
"That sounds nice, actually. I wish I had room for a little garden," you muse when you sit in the chair across from him with your own plate and drink, smiling as you watch him eagerly dig into the meal. You grin when he takes the first bite of his steak and practically swoons. "Buen Provecho," you purr and he says it back around the fork, so you snicker and admire him. "Is it cooked to the temperature you like?"
He nods vigorously. "Fuckin' A, this is fantastic, querida," he praises after swallowing, dabbing his lips and wiping any possible food from his moustache before smirking and remarking, "Pops would love this marinade."
"Oh, well, if I ever get to visit, I'll give him the recipe," you retort and eat some of the salad from your plate.
"When you visit," Javi clarifies without hesitation before he sips his whiskey. His dark eyes smile at you over the rim of the glass as you blush at the unabashed firmness with which he declared that, but before your mind could fly off into whimsical musings, he asks, "Who was that on the phone?"
"Oh, that was my artist friend, Sasha. My intern, Francesca – she needs to do extra credit work for a class, and Sasha's going to be in town from New York," you answer without concern, adding cheerfully, "If you don't have plans next Monday night, we're invited to the installation at MAMBO. They're premiering Sasha's work, and I'm going to be on the VIP list, so I can have Francesca come with so she can do her interview. Hopefully she'll be cool with it."
Javi grunts, demeanor easygoing as he listens and smiles. "I can be free Monday night, although I'm not sure I have anything to wear to an art premiere," he remarks while he cuts into his steak.
"Ah, when I go over to your place later in the week, I'll raid your closet and see what we can find," you playfully retort and wink at him before sipping from your glass. He seems very pleased by your suggestion as he keeps eating with gusto. "By the way?" you lilt, and when he glances up at you with his undivided attention for you to continue, you purr, "We got all the funding we asked for."
He obscures his smile by feigning as if he's wiping at his moustache again with the napkin. "Really? That's great, cariño. I told you it would all be fine—" he pauses when he feels you skim your foot up his leg, caressing along his inner thigh.
"Crosby said you put in a good word with the senators for IT+IS to get the complete funding," is your tantalizing murmur as you caress your foot further up his thigh and feel his muscles flex under the pads of your toes. "Tell me what you said, exactly?" you suggest sultrily, enjoying how Javi licks his bottom lip and puts his cutlery down so he can place his hands on the edge of the table.
His dark chocolate eyes are smoldering at you, jaw clenching as you nestle your foot to be dangerously close to rubbing the inseam of his crotch. "Told them the truth—that your department's the future for the rest of us to stay in the game," he tells you in an even, albeit, husky tone.
"You know you shouldn't have done that, Javier," you muse aloofly, and when his brows knit questioningly, you drawl, "It's a conflict of interest. We can't be influencing things to benefit each other's departments or professional standings—"
"I didn't lie or misrepresent anything, though," he retorts neutrally. You sigh and go to recede your foot from its naughty pilgrimage when he bracelets your ankle and tugs you closer, which forces your chair to drag into the table more. His thumb grazes along your instep while he pins your foot to the top of his thigh and has his other hand join in – kneading it up your calf muscle. You exhale a shaky breath as he grumbles, "They asked my opinion, and I gave it. No conflict of interest present."
You pout, so he trails his fingertips along the arch of your foot, which tickles, but you try to keep from squirming. Noticing how your tendons flexed, Javi repeats the action, and has you instantly fidgeting. "Deja eso—hah-hahah, stop, that tickles," you begin to admonish before it splinters into a fit of giggles as he relentlessly keeps his fingers working now. "Javier! Hahahah-oh my god, stop—!" is your wild laugh as you try to wrench your ankle free from his grip.
"You stop giving me a hard time about this, then I'll stop," he proposes as he keeps tickling, eyes crinkling with devious mirth as peels of high-pitched laughter burst out of you now.
"Ok! I concede—I concede," you squeal, so he immediately ceases the tickling and lets your foot slink off his thigh, laughing when you give him a flustered sneer, but can't quite wipe the smile off your face. "You're screwed. I'm going to find where you're ticklish, and there won't be anything you can say to get me to stop," you growl as you stand and bossily shimmy onto his lap, earning a grunt and a wily smirk from Javi.
"I'm not ticklish at all, but, you can try exploring to your heart's desire, bravita," is his mirthful grouse as he cups your cheek and pulls you to meet his lips.
You hum into his mouth and card your fingers through his hair when you deepen the kiss, drinking in Javi's titillated groan when his hand slides down the small of your back and feels that you're not wearing any panties under your dress. He's instantly hard, and before you can protest, you’re being picked up as he stands from the table and only makes it as far as the couch before he pounces on you. You're dripping with excitement now, so you pull at his shirt and let him suckle hot kisses into the column of your neck when he yanks your shoulder straps away for his mouth to explore you without obstructions.
Just as you unfasten his pants and slip your hand in to palm him though his straining underwear, his satellite phone starts ringing. You both huff in frustration, but when your hand recedes from his cock, Javi growls, "Fucking hell…" and climbs off the couch to bound over to his duffle. "Peña," he barks into the phone when he answers it, and you watch his shoulders relax as he grumbles, "Unless you two have actual leads on that, it doesn't make sense to rattle CNP's cage right now."
He glances over his shoulder as he listens to Van Ness, and when he realizes this is going to take a few minutes, he tilts his head as if to say, 'Sorry.' You nod and pull your shoulder straps back into place before getting up to go back to the table. You're clearing his empty plate and picking a little more at yours when you hear Javi mutter in Spanish to himself.
"Nothing for you to do at this hour. If they keep giving you both the runaround, let me know and I'll see who I need to talk to. All right. Keep me posted," he orders before ending the call and putting the phone back into the duffle. Javi lets out an annoyed huff before he comes around the island and encircles your waist from behind. "Sorry about that. My guys are getting stonewalled by CNP down in Cali," he tells you as he nuzzles your neck. "Really wish they'd be more ballsy. If it'd been me or Murphy—"
"Javi, they're checking in because they're doing things differently from how you guys did it," you can't help redirect before smiling when he grunts sorely at that. "Here, help me finish this?" you ask and offer him a piece of steak over your shoulder.
He snickers and lets you feed it to him before helping polish off your plate so you can leave it to soak in the sink. Deciding to have after dinner drinks and dessert in bed, you quickly pack the leftovers into lunch-sized containers and store the meals in the fridge while you watch Javi retrieve the shopping bag and go into the bathroom, where he unpacks the second set of toiletries he bought to store in your medicine cabinet. The sense of déjà vu tickles your core. Playing house with Javi, living domestic little lives together away from work and the prying opinions of others? It'd been something you weren't aware you'd missed so much until now. Would it work, though? Especially if you're both splitting up your time between your place and his?
You snap out of your musings when you hear him stride down into the bedroom. It takes you a moment to pensively consider how quickly you're getting back into things after being so stubborn on not doing exactly this. But you can't find it in yourself to be unequivocal on it anymore, so once you're done cleaning, you lope down the hall and find him sorting through his duffle and hanging up some clothes in your closet.
Playfully, you slink up behind him and caress your hands along his sides before looping them to unbutton his shirt. "I should shower first," he rumbles in an enticed tone, as he lets you unfasten his belt while he tugs his shirttails loose from the waistband of his pants. "I smell—"
"I happen to like the way you smell," you chime and slip your fingers down the planes of his stomach, drawing your fingertips sensually around his navel before combing them down the happy trail of dark vellos that descend his apex and frame his perfect manhood.
Javi thwarts your teasing touch from going lower. "To be more precise, I stink and want a shower," he grouses wryly and turns in your arms so he can start undressing you slowly of your flouncy dress. "I wanted to fuck you bad in the shower this morning," he tells you and watches as your nipples harden after he exposes your breasts. "Wanna finger-fuck you and watch my cum drip out of your pussy."
You're soaked now, flush rising to your skin as the dress pools at your feet and Javi sees how wet you are. He lets you strip him of his clothes and belongings before leading the way to the shower, and once you're both under the warm water, Javi picks you up effortlessly and pins you to the tiled wall before spearing you down onto his throbbing cock.
Looping one arm around his shoulders while you grip the inset shower shelf for purchase, you hook your ankles together and hold on for the ride as Javier fucks you against the wall while the water cascades down his back.
"You're already so slick, baby," he growls against your damp jaw before suckling a kiss along it. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight like this," Javi admires as he keeps plunging you down while he thrusts up, all the while you just gasp reedy cries and whimpers whilst trying not to fall apart. "Th-Thought about hiking your skirt up and fucking you against the wall of that hallway—"
You gasp a strangled, scandalized sound. "Ja-Javi!" you moan in warning, getting incredibly aroused by the obscene fantasy of him throwing his coffee mug aside to take you against the wall of your department, where anyone could walk over and catch you.
"Oh—you like that?" he coos in a gravelly husk, primal urge winding in him from your cunt clenching excitedly around him. "Does the beautiful director want to get fucked in her office?" Javi taunts as he nips at your shoulder and grinds you down on him, earning a hearty cry of approval from you. "Yeah? Bend you over your desk and pound your pussy – m-make you come all over my cock," he groans out and misses a breath when he feels your cunt clamp around him wantonly. "F-Fuck—wanna make you drip all over your desk while I shoot my load in you—"
That has you unraveling with pleasure, climax snapping through your taut muscles and flooding your silken sheath before your needy pussy flutters and nestles Javi deep. The feel of your walls clutching beseechingly around his cock and the ardent cry of, "Javi!" you let out has him choking on his groan as he orgasms.
Your legs struggle to keep locked around him while your arms hook behind his neck in order for you not to melt into a puddle from the force of your climax. Sighing deliriously and smiling into his neck, you relish the way his cock is twitching inside you while he leans heavily into the wall with you now.
"Good girl…" he rumbles and nuzzles your wet skin, mouthing lazy kisses along your jaw and cheek. "Such a good girl for me."
If you weren't just turned into liquid sinew before, you were now, going pliant in his hold and mumbling, "Feel tingly."
He grunts a rugged sound of approval and shifts so he can pull out and still hold you up. Your thin whimper at losing his hard length sends feral pride into his loins, but Javi wants to just let you come down from the high while he kisses you. Eventually, you give him an affectionate squeeze and nudge his cheek with your temple before unfurling your legs from around him to stand on shaky, jelly joints. He keeps an arm around your waist to make sure you don't lose your footing as you both maneuver to wash off the soap and sin.
You dimly wish there was a bench seat right now so you could sprawl onto it while Javi pleasures you with his fingers and revels in his spend leaking messily from your puffy, tender pussy. When he presses you flush to his chest so you can lean against him while he hikes one of your legs up onto his bent knee, though? You are buzzing delight, especially as his strong, deft fingers gently glide through your folds, taking the time to tend to you while he hums soothing sounds into your temple and praises you with, "Always amaze me, how soft and supple and tierna you get after. Love feeling how good you feel, how full you are with me…"
By the time Javi's fingers are wringing a gloriously luscious orgasm from you, your knees are shaking and you feel like a melted velvet bolt that is flung up against him while your cunt drips all the remnants of his thick, pearly cum to recede down your warm, drenched thighs. He rinses you off with love and care, smiling against your hairline when you complain goofily, "I'm just made of jelly now because of you."
So, he takes you out of the shower, wraps you in a towel, and carries you effortlessly to bed where he dutifully rubs the fluffy material to dry you before he nudges you to lie back and lounge in a nice, fuzzy sensual repose. Javi loops the damp towel around his waist and goes to turn the TV and lights off before returning with a drink for each of you and the solteritas. You've managed to let your hair down, burrow into the covers, and look ridiculously gorgeous as you stare at him lovingly, so he sits at the edge of the bed next to you and hands you the drink.
When he leans in to steal a kiss, you yank at the towel around his waist and purr, "Come get into bed, stud."
He smirks and surprises you by finishing his whiskey in a swallow before putting the glass aside and going to the duffle he left on the foot of your bed. "In a minute. I got something for you," Javi rumbles as he digs into a pocket, retrieves the items, and then tosses the bag aside next to the dresser before he stretches out on the bed and sidles up next to you.
You put the cookies and your drink on the nightstand when he hands you a pair of keys and a slip of paper. Blinking at them before glancing at him, you feel an excited tickle warm your womb.
Unfolding the paper, you see it's a numeric code. "That's for the garage gate. The square key is for the building's entry door, and the round key's for the apartment," Javi tells you, and your startled gaze melts into a smoldering stare as he caresses his hand on your knee over the blanket and croons, "No more sprinting down the ramp for you."
Your smile is bright and dazzling, eyes softening as you chime, "Jeez, now I just have to shack up with you at your place, don't I?"
He loops his arm around your waist and playfully squeezes while you squirm and giggle effervescently. "Yes, you malcriada!" he growls and grins while you wrestle him before slipping your arms around his shoulders and anchoring him down onto you. "No pressure. You can come over whenever you want and stay for as long as you like," Javi whispers against your lips before kissing them.
Unfurling under him at that, you caress his tousled locks and affectionately pet them down and away from his face with one hand while the other clutches the amazingly poignant offering he's given you. Setting the keys and code aside quickly, you slink up against him and demandingly yank at the towel around his hips. "Off, now, chulito," you purr, and the heat that pools in his eyes makes your core ache. Once he's complied and slipped under the covers with you, you grab the solteritas, handing him a cookie before retrieving your drink. A fortifying sip mellows you enough to ask flirtatiously, "When's the last time you shared your apartment with someone?"
Javi munches the cookie in several bites and chews thoughtfully, eyes crinkling as he thinks back. Licking his lips and absently brushing his moustache of any possible crumbs, he eyes you before answering, "Technically never."
You stare dubiously at him before draining your glass of your drink, hitting ice. "Weren't you engaged at one point?" you query, curious, and set the empty glass aside before pulling the comforter up so you can sidle up close to his warm frame.
He slides his arm around you and cuddles you into his side, relishing your cool, supple skin as you press up against him. "Yeah, but her parents were old fashioned. Didn't believe in us living together until we were married. I had a place in town while I worked at the Sheriff's Department, so sometimes she'd spend the night, but she didn't have stuff there like that," Javi explains aloofly and enjoys how intrigued you seem by the whole thing.
"What about that woman?" you press lightly, and when he grunts and squints in confusion, you mutter, "Elisa?"
Javi can't help scoff. "She was an informant. Just because she crashed at my old place for a few days doesn't mean anything," he tells you curtly, and when he sees your lips press into a thin, miffed line, he amends, "It was not the same. She didn't have a key, or really my invitation to be there, but we had nowhere else to put her."
Crinkling your nose, you needle, "And you have no qualms about me shacking up at your place? None at all?"
"Nope," he tells you puckishly and starts kissing on your neck. "I've wanted you at my place since that embassy party. Hell, I kicked myself for weeks, wondering why I didn't invite you over," Javi blurts, giving you a lopsided smile when you chuckle derisively. "Not that I had a chance of that happening, huh."
"None at all. I would've thought you quite cocky for thinking I would've been open to the suggestion," you jab playfully before adjusting to curl up against him, feeling a bit sleepy. "Not to mention that the most scandalous rumors involved you bringing prostitutes back to your personal taxpayer-rent-paid fuck palace," you razz and yawn.
Javi grumbles at that. "It was not a fuck palace…"
"Ok, gruñón," you tease and lean up to kiss his pouty lips, humming when you taste the zesty cookie's flavor.
He turns the lamp off and shifts down into the pillows with you, holding you close as he murmurs, "You're the only person I've ever wanted to keep close."
Your heart turns into an igneous fountain of love for him at that admittance, already-ravaged muscles growing warm with desire and core pulsing with your yearning.
In the dark of the bedroom, you caress his cheek and nuzzle him. "You'll tell me if you need a break…if you ever want to just be alone?" you tentatively whisper, genuinely nervous, since he might not comprehend the change in dynamic that is having you in his space.
His lips brush the apple of your cheek. "If I ever need my space, I'll take it…by putting my head between your thighs," he jokes, and you blow a raspberry before brushing your fingertips along his forehead. His eyes involuntarily flutter shut, lulled into tranquility by your tender touch. "I've had plenty of space. I don't…I don't need to be alone anymore."
That makes your heart feel heavy, so you press reverent kisses to his features before resting your forehead to his. "You won't be," you promise in a gentle whisper. "I love you, Javi."
His embrace coils tighter around you as he buries his blushing face into your shoulder. "I love you too."
You both relax in each other's arms after the scintillating declarations, and sleep pulls over your forms like a protective shroud.
The next morning, you wake up in his arms, with Javi spooning you. His nose is pressed to the back of your hair and he's snoring that adorable purr, so you lie there and just enjoy the moment, until the alarm goes off. When you reach over to shut it off, Javi stretches out onto his back and grunts tiredly. You yawn into the back of your hand before rolling to smile down at him, eyes appreciatively scanning his broad frame. His morning wood is tenting the blanket at his crotch while he's preoccupied with scrubbing his eyes with his hands.
You lean down to kiss his chest while you slip your hand down his stomach and under the covers to touch him. He groans and grabs your wrist when your nimble fingers lightly wrap around his hard-on. "Teasing me first thing?" he grouses in a raspy baritone and snakes a hand under you to tug you up against him.
"Just thought I'd take care of that," you lilt and kiss along his jaw.
He chuckles and rolls to pin you down, and pretty soon you're both fooling around. Javi can sense you're a little sore and tender, so he's sweet and gentle with his touch as he brings you to bliss with his fingers over your aching clit. And soon after, you enjoy feeling him wind up with pleasure only to succumb to a needy climax you coax from him with your hands – spilling his cum over your taut tummy. The pleasurable buzz underneath his skin only heightens when he watches you serenely stretch and trail your fingers through the mess before licking your digits clean with a pristine smile in your eyes. Needless to say, he's fuzzily smiling when you pull him out of bed and into the shower to start getting ready for your busy day.
While Javi shaves, you get dressed and then whip up a quick breakfast for you both. You're setting the table with a quick omelet and buttered toast for him and some fruit for yourself when you hear his footsteps coming from finishing dressing.
"Any big meetings today?" you ask when he saunters from the bedroom while he absently fiddles with his tie.
"Centra Spike wants to go over surveillance plans," he tells you and smiles when you guide him to the kitchen table to sit and eat. "I should be over late tonight. Might have more tapes to listen to," Javi remarks and starts eating.
That gives you an idea. Abandoning your breakfast, you go to a drawer in the kitchen, retrieve something, and then return to the table. Holding out your hand, you request, "May I see your keychain?"
Quizzical, Javi reaches into his blue trousers and retrieves his keys on the plain ring and hands them to you, and watches as you simply slip your spare key onto the ring and fasten it into place with the others before handing it back to him. His chest fills with the expanse of hot pride that threatens to stretch his bones with heat. You innocently go back to finishing your breakfast, impish smile flirty as he eyes you with intense yearning.
Pursing your lips when he doesn't have a puckish remark at being bestowed with the spare key you'd confiscated from him, you chime, "What? Just making sure you can get in if you're coming over late." It's not a lie. After all, you have three copies for the apartment lock: Yours, the spare you gave your downstairs neighbor incase of emergencies and to help water your plants while you're away, and the copy Javi is toying with idly. It would only make sense for him to have access to your place if you're both going to be splitting up your time together – staying over at each other's abodes.
Needless to say, Javi is in a great mood as he finishes adjusting his tie and shrugs his blazer on. Your relationship was totally back on track, and for once, there was no sense that a proverbial shoe was about to drop. You're just as content, and when you primly hand Javi the lunch you packed for him and go to the door to see him off, you can't help give him a fond kiss on the lips before purring, "Coffee date later?"
He hums and caresses his hand along your back as husks against your cheek, "Fuck yeah."
You laugh and squeeze his side. "See you then, guapito," is your affectionate murmur, smiling when he chuckles and winks before heading out the door.
Once he's striding off across the courtyard, you hustle to finish getting ready for the day, snatching the set of keys and code he gave you the night before and adding them to your keychain before storing them in your purse, grabbing your own packed lunch, and heading to work.
While Javi is in his meeting with Centra Spike, you're merrily finishing up checking your work email before signing into your personal email account and seeing a message from Sasha. At lunch, you, Francesca and Ellis sit to dine in your office, where you mention the favor you requested from Sasha, and she enthusiastically thanks you for making the arrangements.
"—Sasha said I can invite whomever I want, so if you and Anita want to come too, let me know," you're telling Ellis as you close your lunch container.
"That sounds cool. I've never been to the museum, so definitely put us down," he retorts jovially before asking, "Have you told me about this Sasha friend before?"
"Oh, maybe? He's a good friend from back in the day when I lived in the city. I met him through his younger sister when we were away at school together," you remark and store your things in your work tote.
"What kind of art does he do?" Francesca asks, sitting casually on the sofa in your office while she nibbles on her noodles.
"Mostly big installations. He uses industrial materials, welds stuff together, or just manipulates it to make beautiful pieces out of unconventional resources," you explain. "Sasha's last showing was like…ten years ago? Since he has so many contacts, he ended up curating shows for major galleries. He won't tell me what the theme is for this collection, but I can't wait. They're always very evocative," is your musing as you check your watch.
"Awesome! I can't wait to meet him," Francesca chirps as she stands and announces, "I'm gonna grab something to drink from the vending machine. I'll be back at the desk if you need me."
When it's just you and Ellis now in your office, he swivels in the chair to face you and squints his eyes goadingly before drawling, "Is a certain suitor also getting an invite to the fancy museum premiere?"
You purse your lips at him. "Yes, he is, so I hope you can behave—"
"Me?! I'm always well behaved. Really, I'm a saint," he tells you glibly, and you laugh out loud. He snorts, cracking a warm smile before he murmurs, "You look happy, girlie. I'm glad things are good."
You can't help return his smile, feeling effervescent. The subject eventually returns to work, and Ellis let's you know the status report meeting is officially moved to middle of next week, for now. Checking your watch again, you can't help think of the unofficial meeting you have with the DEA head soon, so once Ellis heads off to his next meeting, you go put on a fresh pot of coffee.
For his part, Javi's had a decent day so far, even though Stoddard was getting on his nerves about being so squeamish over the whole wiretap thing. He's got bigger fish to fry, after all. The big meeting that keeps escalating with official after official getting tacked on is definitely going to be a hit job, and he knows the fire is coming his way. Still, he doesn't care – not when Gilberto Rodriguez is cooling his jets in prison and he thinks they're very close to getting Jurado's location.
When he enters your department, he swears he can feel a few glances come his way again, but he has his trusty mug, so many of the looky-loos go back to their work.
"Hankering for some coffee, eh?"
He pauses in his stride when he notices the bright-eyed, wily smiling wavy-curl-having intern with the chic framed glasses in her cubicle.
"Damn. What gave me away?" he jibes and glances dramatically at his plain coffee mug in his hand. "I can't help it. Have you tasted the coffee in the break rooms?"
"Haha, I have, once, and I still cringe whenever I walk by one," Francesca jokes.
"Yep, hence why I keep sneaking down here to pilfer some. Ever since I had it, I can't drink anything else," he pauses in his congenial chat to stretch his hand out to her. "My manners aren't usually so poor, sorry. Javier Peña."
"Nice to meet yah! Francesca Silverman, at your service," she chimes and shakes his hand very firmly, not using a dainty grip. "You're in luck. I think the boss lady is making a fresh brew right now."
"Perfect. See you around," Javi muses affably and offers her a salute farewell before he strides down towards the hall he can already smell the fresh coffee aroma wafting deliciously from.
"—Sure it's cool for us to come down and have some?"
"Yeah, we don't wanna be moochy jerks."
"Not at all! There's plenty of coffee, fellas."
Javi turns the corner to see you chatting with Nador and Benson – the latter taking his coffee black with two sugars while the former stirs only cream into his.
"Shit, so the word is out."
You turn and see Javi looking smug and ridiculously handsome as he strolls over.
"Hell yeah, it is. This coffee is freaking great," Benson declares while Nador nods and sips his. "We keep warning her that everyone and their mother's gonna show up to have some. Case in point," he razzes by gesturing to Javi with his own mug. "We call dibs though, Peña."
"You can't call dibs on my coffee machine, Benson," you jab and give him a haughty glance. Nador chuckles at his partner's expense.
"Technically it wasn't originally your machine though," he counters sarcastically. "Samson gifted it to you, so really, it's part of the Mil Group family—"
Javi has to do everything in his power to control his face from scowling at the mere mention of Luke Samson. He manages to just quirk a brow and set his jaw – expression cool and flippant, while you laugh and swat Benson on the shoulder. "It's not a kid in a divorce!" you jibe.
"Dude, she's right, now shut up before you get our coffee privileges revoked," Nador hassles before shoving Benson along to walk by Javi for the exit. "Thanks again, buddy," he offers you in departure.
You snicker and put your hands on your hips of your belted slim-fit navy dress when Javi grunts and just stands in what you can clearly read as a sulk – right hand fidgeting and flexing his fingers idly in that idiosyncratic grounding gesture he absently does whenever he's tense and wants to shake it off. Yes, you know him that well now, having amassed a mental catalogue of his little habitual tells, so you find it endearing that he's actually trying to shake off his sulky grouchiness for you.
"Don't tell me you're annoyed—" you can't help tease in Spanish.
"You never mentioned it was a gift from Samson," he grumbles, and the surly look he gives you makes you scoff.
"So…you're now turned off on coffee because of the machine's previous owner?" you can't help needle as you cross your arms.
That winds Javi up. With an appraising glance down each end of the hall, he suddenly takes two long strides to back you up into the counter, leaning in close as he croons, "Nope, because the better man won out. I got the girl, and the coffee."
He's so close you can smell his cologne and aftershave, and his nose dangerously grazes yours when he feigns like he just might kiss you right here and now. But just as quickly as he advanced, he sidesteps and reaches for the carafe, innocently pouring the piping brew into his mug while he mischievously glances at you from the corner of his eye.
The apples of your cheeks feel so hot that you swear they'd burn just as much as the coffee in the pot. Arousal has made you grow whet with desire, and the fact there's nothing you can do about it right now has you getting very riled.
"Did you really just say you got the girl and coffee?" you whisper imperiously at him, and he presses his lips together to stifle his grin. "First off, I'm not a girl anymore, atrevido. Secondly? I'm going to get you back for this."
"…That isn't really a point, mi directora," he can't help goad as he turns to lean his hip into the counter and sip his coffee.
Your eyes narrow, and Javi has to admit – the fierce look turns him on. "No, it's a promise," you hiss and surprise him by reaching between his arm and side for the carafe, weaving it out to pour a refill into your own mug, then replace the carafe as you covertly bump your hip against his. "Oops, excuse me," you chime congenially as your pivoting hip brushes his crotch. Javi's intake of breath from the charged contact is everything you need to get through the rest of the afternoon. "Look at the time. I have to head to a meeting," you announce primly before shooting him a brazen look as you turn and saunter off. "See you around, sir."
Javi can feel the blush creep up his neck and fan all the way up to his ears. It was all too tantalizing. The temporary flash of his jealousy that already made his blood run hot, the way your lips had stuttered apart when he'd leaned in, the cant of your hips being so close when you'd grazed his lower half, and then calling him 'sir'? Yep, Javi was doomed to spend the rest of the day hiding a boner now, and it was his fault for instigating you so brashly.
He manages to get control of his libido long enough to march swiftly out of IT+IS and up to his office, where he chugs his coffee and sits at his desk to do all the busy work he'd been putting off. Signing requisition forms, approving surveillance requests – everything a dutiful leader should've done first thing. Then, when it's already late in the day, Stoddard produces the latest of the wiretaps and places them on his desk. Javi's not in the mood to sit in the cramp audio room, so he had the man bring one of the tape players and a pair of headphones. He's listening to the second tape while he makes notes when Christina, Jurado's wife, makes a passing mention to Miami.
Pausing the tape, Javi eases the headphones off and cups his chin thoughtfully while glancing at his desk phone. Checking his watch, he decides it isn't too late to call, so he picks up the receiver and dials the number.
"Murphy."
"Good time to chat?" Javi asks, but his wry smirk is edged in his tone.
"Pfft, well now. What an honor, to hear from the DEA country attaché at such a late hour," his former partner razzes. "Yeah, I'm just catching up on paperwork. What's up, Jav?"
"Wondering if anything new has netted out of that Cornerstone raid? Or if you'd heard of any sketchy finance stuff going on around the Cali operation there?" Javi inquires as he taps the end of his pen on the notepad.
"That wasn't my sting, but I know the guys who handled it. I can ask 'em. Looking for something in particular?" Steve sounds like he's tired, but intrigued.
"Just a lead on a rogue banker I'm looking for. He took off from here on a flight to Panama, but we lost track of him after that. He's done business for Cali all over. He could be in Miami, even if it would be daring as shit," he tells Steve.
"Well, I'll put some feelers out. But I doubt he'd be here. Stuff for Cali has gotten pretty hot here lately. I heard it's business as usual up in New York, though," Steve remarks, earning a flat hum from Javi as he tosses his pen down and starts fiddling with the nicotine gum packet. He would prefer a cigarette, but he's decided that if he's going to go home to you, he'd prefer to not smell and taste like smoke for you anymore. "So…how're things with our feisty little mamacita?" his friend chuckles.
"Our? You better amend that," Javi laconically barbs, and when Steve just makes a loopy sound, he scoffs amusedly. "She's great. Hell of a better boss than I am, that's for sure—"
"Duh! As if that wasn't a given," Steve cuts in derisively, and Javier grunts huffily at that. "Shit, don't tell her I called her a mamacita. I don't wanna get a verbal beatdown again," he remarks sardonically, earning a chuckle from Javi.
"And you? How're Connie and Olivia? Still putting up with you?" Javi can't help prod, smirking when Steve makes a fawning little sound over the line.
"Yeah, Olivia's walking and talking. It's fucking terrifying, man," he flusters. "She loves going down the slide, and every time she sees a dog, she points and says, 'My puppy, Daddy,' and I just turn into damned mush," Steve regales before adding, "Connie's doing great at work. Loves the new house, and is even talking about maybe having another baby…"
"Shit," Javier blurts out, astounded. So much had changed, and he was still beside himself with how little time it had changed in. It made a bit of second-hand anxiety spring up in his chest for his buddy. "I'm happy for you, Steve. Don't know if you can survive adding another kid to the mix, but I'll be cheering you on from all the way over here," he jokes and pops the nicotine gum he'd been toying with into his mouth.
"Yeah, keep laughing. Pretty soon, this'll be you, amigo," Steve counters smugly. "I gotta head home. Will let you know if I hear anything. Have a good night, Jav."
"Thanks, you too," Javier replies before hanging up and staring at his watch again. He frowns at how late it is.
Deciding to listen to the rest of the tapes in the morning, he stores them in his desk and collects his things. By the time he gets to your place, it's a quarter to 11pm. Traffic had been heavy thanks to some congestion, so he'd had to take detours all the way up to your neighborhood. Using the key to let himself in, he locks up behind himself and stores the keychain onto the side table next to yours and takes in the space. It's quiet and mostly dark in the apartment as he walks through the living room to the kitchen. Placing the used lunch container into the sink, he notices things are still on the stove from dinner, and the light above it is still on while the rest of the space is dark, minus the light coming from your bedroom.
When he quietly lopes in, he finds you sat up against the headboard with a bunch of reading material on your lap and a magazine resting over your chest. You're asleep with your head tucked to the side of the propped pillow, and a blanket over your stretched out legs. His gaze softens when he realizes you were waiting up for him, so he takes his watch off, shrugs out of his blue blazer, and removes the items in his pockets before placing them soundlessly on the dresser.
You only start to stir when you feel the bed dip slightly and the shifting of the weight that's folded on your lap. With a hum, you adjust up into the pillow. "Shush, go back to sleep, querida," he coos and brushes a kiss to your temple before grabbing all the reports and magazines, setting them to the side on the nightstand.
Unfurling to stretch like a cat, you pop your joints and yawn before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Jeez, what time is it?" you mumble in a silly, tired voice before blearily looking over at the clock.
"It's late. I'll get undressed and turn the light out—" Javi is remarking as he works his shirt open and pulls it loose from his slacks.
"No, I made dinner," you flop the blanket off and start to slink across the bed to reach for your robe. "I'll just heat it up—"
Javi gets one look at what you're wearing, and his undressing pauses so he can concentrate on staring at you. "Is that…the sexy little thing from last time?" he husks, and you dimly look down at the burgundy baby doll.
"Oh, yes, it is. Hah, I'd fallen asleep in it last time, too," you affirm before giggling. "It must be jinxed, because I always put it on and plan to tease you mercilessly in it, only to end up passing out," is your glib musing as you pull on the robe and fasten it shut before he can get any naughty ideas. Smirking, you grab his hand and purr, "Dinner, then I'm dominating the hell out of you."
Javi can't argue with that plan, so he doesn't, and obediently lets you guide him down to the kitchen. You quickly heat the food up for him, and while he eats, you store the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Once he's done, he goes to the sink and washes up, helping you make short work of cleaning the kitchen before you flounce up to him while he's drying his hands.
Grabbing his belt buckle and tugging, you brush your nose along his chest and murmur incandescently, "Get naked and on the bed, now."
You can feel his muscles jump at the command, the molten look of lust heating his dark eyes and that etches his features has you getting tingly and wet. When he purposely grazes by you to do as he's told, he let's you feel how aroused he is already, and the spike of want into your cunt is unreal. You positively throb with your need, but you wait a few minutes, and when you hear the mattress protest with his weight pressing down onto it, you decide it's time to do everything you wanted to do to him at the coffee nook earlier.
When you come into the room, you find Javier naked and lying on his back, looking like a broad, golden-tanned feast of stretched muscles and rippling sinew. The light from the lamp spills over his skin and contours shadows along one side of his handsome frame. He seems to sense your presence, since he glances up and stares with hooded, dark brewed eyes at you – lips panting from the wound up arousal and anticipation. His cock is already hard against his belly, and the way his muscles flex tells you he's been riled up all day.
"Do you get off on pushing my buttons? Being incredibly unprofessional, invading my personal space in a place where any of my staff could catch us?" you ground out in a luscious tone as you take the robe off and toss it aside. The way Javi's eyes fixate on your body in the sexy lingerie has your nipples studding, so you saunter over to loom at the foot of the bed. When he doesn't answer and just gives you a hungry look, you tut, "That wasn't rhetorical, irrespetuoso."
Javi's cock twitches at being called 'disrespectful' in such a illicit pitch by you, and the look in his eyes gets bold when he sits up on his elbows and grouses, "You already know the answer, boss lady."
You are tickled by his defiance, so you decide to do something just as bold in return. You prowl onto the bed, settling one hand at his hip bone for support – putting it dangerously close to where he's throbbing with need for you. The intake of breath he takes has blood rushing in his veins; blows out his pupils until his eyes are dark with lust. With a gloating smile, you knead his hip, and when he groans and closes his eyes to try and rein in his need to pounce on you, it acts as the perfect distraction for you to sit back on your knees and purposely trace your fingertips along the arch of his foot.
The contact makes him jolt, but not squirm. "What would you have done had someone caught us?" you ask as you skim your hand up to his shin, using it to support your weight as you lean back down to brace the other hand at his hip.
He has a perfect view down your cleavage now, and when you wet your lips, his mind gets a little fuzzy, but he manages to croak, "Asked them to come back later?"
The smile he expects doesn't come. Instead, your gaze narrows and your features turn icy. With an unhappy hum, you lean down further and bring the hand at his shin to rest over his midriff as you brush your lips over the underside of his cock. The contact has him riling and fidgeting, so you make an unpleased sound and lean back to stare chidingly at him.
"Since it's so amusing to you, playing the exhibitionist, do it now," you order while trailing your touch down to graze the very inner planes of his thighs.
The sensation has him squirming and biting his bottom lip while he wrings his hands into the bedding. "—D-Do what?" he bites out in a growl as you catalogue his reaction and now trace your fingers further up and find the spot where he truly is ticklish. He squirms and tries to remain still, hoping you'll move on. But you caught the hesitant spark in his eyes, so you deviously lean down and flick your tongue over the soft, usually hidden span of inner thigh that is right next to his balls. Javi goes taut and actually hisses from how much your tongue tickles him there, but it's the kind of tickle that makes his stomach flip excitedly. "B-Baby-hah-fuck, that t-tickles!" he grounds out in a reedy hiss and tries to shy away, so you imperiously abandon the spot and instead lave a wet swipe of your tongue over his balls. "Fuck—!" Javi hoarsely exclaims and writhes, tossing his shoulders back into the bed and groaning when he feels his pulsing cock start to weep pre-cum.
"So, you're a fresco and a liar," you chuckle and sit up to loom over him. "Not ticklish at all, you said," is your crisp sigh as you work your touch up to knead his muscular thighs. You can see the flush rise to his skin – tell how flustered he is now as you tut admonishing sounds at him. "You just love to instigate me like there aren't any consequences, but it's my job to teach you how fucking wrong you are," you remark evenly before shifting your touch and proximity away. Javi snaps up to stare at you, a plaintive look in his needy features, so you smirk and drawl, "Jerk off, you dirty fucking beyako."
The intense arousal that surges through him at the patronizing command makes him hot and dizzy, and the way his cock throbs with need should make Javi feel shame, but he doesn't. Instead he's impatient and desperate. "L-Let me eat you out while I do it?" he bargains, and you quirk a haughty brow and cross your arms. "I fucking need you, preciosa—"
"And I need to see you be the filthy fucking bastard you really are when you can't get your way," you cut in with such fierce allure that Javier swears his entire lower half is tingling with pent-up need for release. You toss your hair with a flirty air over a shoulder and maneuver to stretch out on your side at the end of the bed. "I want to see what you do when you can't have me because you behaved like a puto descarado," you tell him as you lie on your tummy with your legs bent at the knees and ankles crossed together, looking like you're ready for a fun show.
His cheeks burn now, but he knows this is a game of his own making after what he pulled at the office, so he lounges back more comfortably so he can at least have a great view of you as he takes himself in his hand. A few strokes in and he's fisting his cock, frustrated and aroused beyond belief as he masturbates in front of you. It makes him feel a naughty thrill – something debased but exhilarating. It also, unbidden, conjures memories of the last time he jerked off in front of someone else, and the lewd delight it burns in his gut has him getting a bit shameless for you.
You watch him stroke himself with desperate vigor, and the sounds he stifles are a feast to your senses, making you ache to touch and taste him, but you know that's all he wants right now. When he muffles a groan from rubbing his balls along with his stroking, he gives you what you can only think is a daring, inviting look before he pants at how you just hum and cup your face in your hands with a charmed smile. He was hoping you'd be touching yourself by now, and you can see the crinkle of disappointment between his brows.
"What dirty things are you thinking of to get yourself off, mi beyaquito?" you purr when he huffs in frustration and drags his thumb over the dribbling slit at the head of his cock.
He continues to stroke himself, but his growl of frustration becomes a hiss before he bites out, "Hmph, c-can't fucking concentrate since y-you're not even turned on or anything—"
"Oh, just because I can control myself and not touch myself, doesn't mean I'm not turned on, pervertido engreído," you chuckle before sitting up and spreading your knees a little. "See?"
His breath catches in his chest when you shimmy the hem of your baby doll up to show him how wet your pussy is from just watching him. Your delicate folds look like dewy petals, cunt flushed with excitement and positively calling for him to bury his face in your drenched heat. The sinfully decadent sight, combined with the alluring look of sublime desire you give him has Javi's arousal spiking.
"Oh fuck…fuck me," he grits out as he strokes himself to completion just from seeing the lewd proof of your need for him. He moans as he fucks up into his fist and pumps his climax out, shooting the first of it over his knuckles before he mindlessly digs his heels into the bed and paints his stomach with thick, pearly ropes of cum. Javi's face is burning, his eyes shut and his bottom lip stinging from being nipped hard to stifle his whimpers of filthy release as he keeps stroking himself through his aftershocks until he starts to chafe. With a gruff sound, he falls back onto the bed, heavy and spent, sweat clinging thinly to his skin as he gasps hungry breaths.
Your clit is throbbing and your core is beating with your racing pulse at how enthralling it was to watch him bring himself to climax, and the fact that what pushed him over the edge was just seeing the effect he had on you has want tingling beseechingly in your aching parts. But first, you have a little power game to finish here.
Javi's mind is crackling with fuzzy fog, pleasure still thrumming in his sinew and leaving him on a bit of a delay, so it takes him a few seconds to realize he feels something warm and wet caressing his stomach. When he squints his heavy-lidded eyes, they snap fully open at the sight of you bowed at his side and licking his cum off his now taut abs. You have your hair gathered back as to not have it trail in the mess, and when he gasps a husky groan, you stare up at him. Undeterred, your eyes smile as you lick a streak of cum above his navel before moaning at the taste of him. The scent of salty, heady musk and the heat of his skin fill your senses, saturating your already lusted-over mind to continue licking him clean of his savory seed.
He's so enraptured that he just watches, and by the time you dip to lick up a bead of cum at his hip, Javi's cock is already filling out. You can't help smile and flick your mischievous gaze up at his entranced expression. "Eres tan rico, beyaquito," you tease and suckle the head of his cock, moaning around it for good measure.
"Holy shit," Javi groans and writhes, desperate to grab you, but you sense it and lean back and pivot to grab his left hand in order to greedily yank it up to your mouth so you can lick and suck his fingers clean. "Jesus fucking Christ—" he grits out on a stuttering husk and watches you work over each digit with your lips and tongue before you suckle the last of his cum off his knuckles. "Por favor, mi amor—"
"Even after I let you get yourself off, you're still not sated?" you cut in and showily straddle his torso now, purposely slinking yourself to hover over his stomach instead of his hips. Javi's brows arch in wonder, too far gone in his lusted out mind to know what to say. "Such a needy thing, aren't you," you purr and place his now-saliva-cleaned hand on your thigh while you grab the hinge of his jaw and tug. He obediently sits up as far as he can with you straddling him this way, pillowed lips parted airily for you. "Did you like shooting your load all over yourself, hermoso?"
Javi's eyes sharpen at that and he nods, not trusting his voice. Unsatisfied, you give his jaw a tight, possessive squeeze. "Mmph! Y-Yes, fuck, yes, I liked it," he husks in a rough pitch, arousal pooling in his gut and zinging down into his cock as you release his jaw and hum approvingly. "Please, baby, let me have you now—"
"Have me?" you ask, an edge to your timbre as you smirk and caress your hand to pet his hair before you cup his cheek. "Oh, baby boy, I'm not done having you."
With that, you capture his lips with yours, tongue delving into his mouth and letting him taste the salt of his cum. He moans a lustful sound and tries to pull you down over his chest, but you grab his wrists and press them over his head before shifting back and staring down at him.
"Think you're ticklish on the other side?"
Before Javier can decipher your meaning, you chuckle and lean down to trail gentle, doting kisses over his features before mapping a path back down his broad body, loving when he whimpers every time you suckle or nip a spot you know gets him tingling.
"You're always teasing about dominating me in my own office – how you'd fuck me on my desk," you taunt in a sultry murmur as you nestle between his legs in order to reach that other spot on the opposite inner thigh. "Wanting to bend me over and pump my pussy until I come all over you, where anyone could come in and see us?" Javi's stuttered groan is your answer, so you smile and first trace your fingertips lightly over the erogenous-yet-ticklish spot next to his balls. He jolts and squirms, fisting the bedding and inarticulately grunting something that sounds like 'Y-Yes, want it,' so you purr, "Maybe instead, when I go to your office for the status report, I'll tell you how poorly your team's doing while I ride your cock."
The way Javi reacts? It'll keep you company on lonely nights to come. He literally keens a growl of approval and tosses his head back on a wound up, "Dios mío—" just as you put your mouth over the spot and draw the tip of your tongue to tickle a pattern into it while your hand cups his balls and rubs them.
"You like that, atrevido? I'll just hike my skirt up, straddle your lap, and ride your big dick while you're in your desk chair, right where anyone in your office can walk by and see?" you prompt devilishly and give a flick of your tongue over his balls.
He lets out a desperate groan and begs, "Oh-p-please, fuck—please, querida!" as his cock strains against his belly at your lascivious ministrations. The onslaught of the salacious fantasy you've constructed along with how you're worshipping his aching spheres without touching his cock has him in an illicit tizzy. One that hits critical mass when you cup his warm sac and give it a squeeze. "Fuck, 'm gonna come—gonna come!" he hitches out and goes taut as he loses himself to the pleasure and shock at reaching bliss like this, with just filth poured into him and his cock erupting while going untouched.
It surprises you how worked up he got, and the sight of him arching against the bed and smothering his shouts of pleasure with a hand over his mouth as he came over his stomach and chest this time has you drenched, pussy clenching around nothing while your core laments missing out on being filled by all that cum.
Synapses stuttering and going haywire for a moment after collapsing heavily onto the bed, Javi can barely remember anything before the pleasure, so it takes him a while to scrape his mind back together and regain his internal equilibrium. Exhaustedly, his hand falls away from his mouth as he gulps hungry breaths and just lies in a spent heap, eyes screwed shut and insides still trembling. It isn't until he feels you licking him clean again that he shivers and opens his eyes to stare dazedly at you. His orgasm this time wasn't as heady and profuse, so you make short work of licking and laving him clean, smiling when you feel him give a deep, contented sigh. You kiss his nipple and give it a teasing flick with your tongue before adjusting to lie on your side next to him. He turns his head to stare dreamily up at you, and you give him an enchanting smile before caressing his face, brushing his hair from his forehead and temples sweetly.
"Tan bello," you murmur and nuzzle him affectionately. "Always my gorgeous stud," is your coo as you kiss his temple. "My wonderfully strong and sexy man," you lull and kiss his cheek. And with a serene whisper as you caress your fingertips along his forehead and brow, you declare, "Amor de mi vida."
He shudders and curls up into your chest, and you pull him close, holding as much of this broad, strong man to you as possible with your arms looping around his wide shoulders. You bury your nose in the top of his hair and breathe him in while he comes down from the high and regains his cocksure composure. It's a quiet while later that his vise-like hug around you eases enough so he can nuzzle up into your jaw and let out a cleansing sigh.
"Virgen Santa…" Javi breathes out in a velvet rasp, feeling blissed out and overawed. "Mmph, m-made a mess..." he sincerely mutters, the self-conscious shame starting to wriggle into his lust-sated demeanor.
You smile against his curls and plant a kiss at the top of his hairline. "No, you didn't. You let me have you," you assure affectionately and giggle when he hides his face in your neck and grumbles a flustered sound. "I love when I can just concentrate on making you feel good, Javi. Helping you let go and just give into pleasure like that," you softly murmur as you caress his warm back, feeling his muscles flex and relax with his deep, sated breaths.
Javi can't help feel like a depraved deviant for getting off on the cunning, fearsome way you can twist him up with pleasure with a few scathing commands, only to coo the most loving praise he's ever gotten in his life after. The dichotomy of it is something wild and primal, but it sits like a simmering ember of intrigue in his belly just the same. Still, he's never had that happen before – have someone get him off without actually stimulating his cock, so he's a bit bashful. And he'd be damned if he didn't feel silly about it.
"All those sexy scenarios? Of us messing around in the office?" you suddenly murmur wryly, "None of that can actually happen, hermoso. Not without costing us our jobs at the worst, or turning us into embassy gossip fodder at the least."
He snorts and curls up to nudge a rugged kiss into your jaw before adjusting to gaze down at you. "I know, querida. And I know I was being unprofessional today," he tells you as he caresses the backs of his knuckles along your cheek. "I won't do anything risky like that again. It's just hard not to flirt with you," is his puckish quip, smirking when you purse your plush lips at him. "Although, the idea of you riding me while in my office is gonna fucking linger in my brain every time my thoughts wander while I'm sitting at that damn desk now."
You laugh out, melodious and endearing as you sigh a silly sound and let him roll you onto your back so he can frame you under his arms and nuzzle your hairline by your ear. Clutching at his sides, you chuckle, "As if you hadn't already thought about it—"
"Oh, fucking loads of times, but it's a different kind of turn-on when you're saying it to me," he impishly drawls and nips at your pulse point, earning an airy gasp from you as you wriggle under him and feel his knees begin to nudge your legs apart. "Jesus, that was fucking hot. I can't believe I got off on it," he rumbles, dark eyes lowering to your mouth before flicking up to your smoldering gaze. "Think the closest that's ever happened before was when I came in my pants freshmen year," he blurts, and while his tone is unabashed, you can see his features flush from the admittance.
"Oh?" you purr, squeezing your knees irreverently at his sides and showily adjusting to get comfortable under him while still in your burgundy baby doll, aka the only article of clothing left between you two. "You gotta tell me all the details now, stud," is your sultry taunt as you lean up and suckle lightly on his bottom lip.
He groans a husky sound. "You're just gonna laugh—"
"I won't! I promise," you lilt sweetly and kiss his chin before batting your lashes.
Arching a skeptical eyebrow, Javi huffs and shifts to flop onto his side next to you so he can rest his forehead against your shoulder grumpily. "It was the first dry-humping session with a girl. We'd hopped the fence at the drive-in, snuck up to the top of the storage shed tucked away in the back, and started fooling around. I just remember she was wearing these tight jeans, and we were making out and grinding against each other. I could feel how warm she was against my thigh. Just a total turn on, and then, she moaned in my ear, and that was it," Javi regales in a gruff murmur, momentarily reliving how he'd hissed a swear and 'jizzed his jeans' so hard it started seeping through the denim at his crotch. "She'd just snickered and it was fucking the worst bike ride home of my life," he mutters, cheeks feeling warm at admitting the embarrassing story.
You surprise him by not giggling or teasing him, instead rolling onto your side to kiss his forehead. "Mi pobre chulito," you tut and press your nose to his temple. "Are you embarrassed? About earlier?" When you feel him tense, you shift so you can cuddle him shamelessly. "Because you shouldn't be. That was amazing, and frankly, I'm going to think about it whenever I'm really needy and aching to get off when I'm stuck by myself," you admit with genuine delight, and the way Javi melts into your cuddling embrace is all the reward you'll ever need.
"Christ…" he croaks in wonder, thinking of you touching yourself to the memory of him coming apart like he had, and finding it ridiculously satisfying. Your wonderful, unrelenting tenderness and grace with him – even in moments like this when he's abashed and thinks he deserves judgment, sets him at peace. He could just burst apart from how accepted and proud he feels right now. From how enamored he is with your unselfconscious passion.
Rolling to suddenly press you down onto the bed, Javi's molten gaze heats as he contemplates articulating his desire. It sends a fizzy tickle into your womb, but after he paws his warm palm over your breast and drags it heavily down your torso, the spark becomes an inferno of cloying excitement in your core. When he sees your breath catch excitedly, he just tells you with canela-dipped reverence in his velvet tone, "Let me worship you? Wanna devour your sweet pussy, make you come on my tongue, hermosa."
The words escape you, no response falling from your tantalized lips, so you nod breathily and blush at how a new flush of damp excitement honeys your cunt over. Javi can already smell your arousal, how wet you are, and even though you've made him orgasm twice already, he can feel that tug of heavy want pool in his apex again. And when he prowls down to lay on his stomach while between your thighs, Javi’s cock engorges at the sight of your puffy, drenched womanhood. Without ceremony, he licks into your cunt and buries his face in your warmth, nuzzling your soaked folds and moaning hungrily into your center.
You light up and arch, crying out in ecstasy as his mouth works your slow-burned arousal back to full inferno with the expert flick of his tongue and the deft suckles of his lips.
"Javi, oh—" you begin to moan when Javi suddenly rolls onto his back and pulls you with him, which makes you grapple to straddle up onto your knees and balance by leaning back on your haunches. "Babe—!" you exclaim and immediately gasp when he loops his arms to encircle you in order to coax your pelvis to rock your pussy over his face. You jolt when you feel the defined ridge of his nose press into your clit before he spears his tongue into your slit. "Oh—oh my god!" you wail and latch onto his wrists as you start to ride his face in time with his ravenous oral dominance.
He can feel your thighs quivering as they clench around him, so he tilts his head up so his mouth can capture your clit just as he shifts to snake his hand up so he can corkscrew two fingers into your rippling, silken cunt.
The onslaught is all too much after all of the stimuli of having your way with him, compounded by how lascivious his hunger for you is now, so in a incandescent flash, you're hurtling into a blistering orgasm, head tossed back as you sob his name plaintively and flood with your slickened warm climax. Javi moans with savage accomplishment as you come on his face, buzzing with feral pride as he keeps pumping his fingers into the clutch of your pussy and licking your clit to prolong the shattering aftershocks of your bliss.
At some point, your soul rejoins your body and sinks heavily into your spent, tingling flesh, registering dimly that Javi has brought you back down onto the bed and is just languidly licking your pussy as if it was a decadent source of honey. Shivering with overstimulation, you whimper, and Javi pulls back with a hum and plants a sloppy kiss along your inner thigh before sitting up and gazing down at your ravished, dewy countenance. He knows you're completely exhausted and won't be able to move for a bit, so he tucks you into bed, making sure that the baby doll doesn't ride up your waist. You sense him leave the bed, but return with his face damp from the cold water he splashed over his burning features and a cool washcloth he uses to tenderly care for you before he uses the other side to wipe himself down of any salacious remnants of his orgasm before he shuts the lights off and slides under the covers with you.
You're so blissed out that Javi has to roll you onto your side so he can spoon you, and the fawning little sigh that falls from your swollen lips is pure rapture to his senses. There's a satisfying, whimsical silence for a beat, where you manage to sow your synapses back together into at least sixty percent capacity.
"…Can we still have our coffee dates, though?"
You laugh an exhausted, enchanted sound at his velvet over steel query. "Yes. Just as long as you can behave, guapito," is your charmed exhale. You squeeze his arm, eyes already heavy with sleepiness as you add in a purr, "And keep from riling me up."
Javi grunts and buries his smile against your nape before encircling his arm to hold you more flush against him, deciding he has no salacious quips to respond with. Not when he's got his sexy, loving little minx all warm and satisfied in his embrace. You're soon fast sleep, and Javi pensively replays all the ways you've helped center him – made him trust and believe in more than just the angst and acrimony of his day-to-day. In gentle, quiet moments like this, he starts to open up to the hope he buried deep long ago, and wonders if there is actually more for him in this life other than chasing pinche asesinos down and dismantling their drug trafficking empires.
Dangerously, he wonders if he can make you happy in this life he's weaving for himself, and most importantly, if you'd want to be in this life he's now looking forward to seeking out with you.
Javi falls asleep lulled by your soft scent, and the sublime feeling of being loved unconditionally, which eclipses all of the worry and self-doubt that he's not worthy of you, helping cultivate the pining hope he's started to let bloom within him.
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Read Chapter 24: Chemistry
Spanish-English Glossary:
Seductora = Seductress
Arroz junto = rice with beans
Tostones = fried plantains
Solterita = Name of Colombian orange zest cookie; also the term for a "single gal"
Buen Provecho = Bon Appetite
Querida = Affectionate term for a female, akin to expressing one's want and desire
Cariño = darling/sweetheart
Deja eso = Stop that
Bravita= Tough girl; feisty girl
Vellos = hair; peach fuzz
Tierna = Tender (female)
Malcriada = Bratty woman; spoiled woman; naughty woman
Chulo/Chulito = Cute guy; little cutie
Gruñón = Grumpy man
Guapito = Handsome (said in an affectionate diminutive)
Atrevido/Atrevida = Daring man/Daring woman
Mi director = My director (female)
Irrespetuoso = Disrespectful (male)
Fresco = a guy who's being 'fresh', or naughty/pervy
Beyako = Puerto Rican slang for horny/naughty guy; akin to "horn dog"
Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious
Puto descarado = Fucking shameless cad/scoundrel
Mi beyaquito = My little naughty perv
Pervertido travieso = Daring/Naughty pervert
Eres tan rico, beyaquito = You're so delicious, my little naughty perv
Por favor, mi amor = Please, my love
Hermosa/hermoso = beautiful (female); beautiful (male)
Dios mío = My god
Tan bello = So beautiful (male)
Amor de mi vida = Love of my life
Virgen Santa = Mother of God; Blessed Mother
Mi pobre chulito = Mi poor little cutie
Canela = Cinnamon
Pinche asesinos = Fucking murderers/killers
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Also! Javi Peña x Querida energy~
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Bless you, sweet smut gif angel~!
And I can neither confirm nor deny that some intense sofa sex is coming soon 👀
He is rubbing his face on her face, and I had to brighten it for reasons.
Javi P doing a Selkie Ez Signature Move. 💚
Dude.
DUDE.
WHY.
Did you know I'm sick on the couch with a cold and in that really weird space where I can just mindlessly stare at something for like an hour?
And then you send me something like this?
To stare at for like an hour?
I feel like I'm going pleasantly insane.
Thank you. I think.
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Just your friendly purveyor of Javi x Querida nonsense~
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Daresay, Heat vibes? 👀
My favourite kind of fics to read and to write
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