#Javier pena blurb

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

javier peña wanting you to sit on his face for the first time 🫠

stop because i’m hyperventilating

smut warning!!

“Take a seat, carinõ.”

You do. Right in his lap, your favourite spot. You swing your legs around his hips, grinding down as you do it. Javier groans, running his hands up your thighs.

“Not there.”

“Hmm?”

You’re convinced Javier Peña’s effect on women needs to be studied. In less than ten minutes, he’s got you dazed and confused, sweaty and panting on his lap. You can’t think straight. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can feel is Javi.

“Want you to sit on my face, pretty girl.”

“Another time,” you pant. “Just want you.”

“Tough.”

He almost growls it, big hand wrapping up around your throat. Your jaw drops open, vision going fuzzy.

“I want you to sit on my face, and I want you to use me, to take what you need. I want you to come so many times, so hard, that you can’t even hold yourself up anymore. Then I’ll give you my cock.”

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, crescent moons forming on his skin.

“You don’t want that, bebita? Hmm?”

“I do,” you choke out. “I do want that.”

“Thought so.”

He’s grinning like a mad man, and it’s such a rare sight that your heart stutters in your chest.

“Now come on,” he prompts, smacking your ass firmly. “Take your seat, baby. S’all yours.”

[intoanotherworld23]

In The Middle

Summary: Javier decides to let Steve join in

Warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, oral female receiving, voyeurism, dom Javier, slightly dom Steve, submissive reader, praise kink, dirty talk, implied threesome

A/N: haven’t written for Javier in what seems like ages so here is for all my Javier Pena girls! Reblogs and comments are always encouraged and appreciated to help support your fellow writers! My tag list for Pedro is always open so feel free to join! Thanks everyone so much! XOXO

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Feeling completely lost and overwhelmed as hands gripped the sheets beneath you. Knees bent with your legs spread wide open muscles burning from the stretch. Javier and Steve looking up at your disheveled face. A panting and sweaty mess.

"That's it cariño, that's such a good girl for us." Soft praises echoing in your ear as Javier sinks three fingers inside of you while Steve kisses your legs.

Steve’s jeans were starting to become tighter as he watched you unfold because of them. Wanting to pull himself out and slip his cock between those lips. The mere visual had a shiver running up his spine.

"Can you feel his fingers inside that tight cunt?" Steve speaks up as he kisses your hips a mocking tone in his voice. Twisting your face in the most innocent way making both men snicker. Javier curving his fingers up making you gasp as Steve keeps a firm grip on you to keep your body still. Trailing sweet and lingering little kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"Poor baby can't speak." His voice barely above a whisper like he just wanted you to hear him. Javier exchanging glances between you two as he thrusted his fingers harder so he was currently knuckle deep inside of you.

"Can you speak? Can you do that for us baby?" Javier wanted to hear your sweet voice and knew you were struggling right now.

Giving them both a nod in reassurance to let them know you were alright. Soft lips kissing your cheeks as you reached to grab each man. Fisting Steve’s shirt sure to leave crinkles. The other hand tugging on Javier’s hair as the palm of his hand brushed against your clit.

"Javi I want your tongue." Whining pathetically  Javier smirking up at you while Steve started pinching your nipples into nubs.

"Of course, anything for my pretty girl." Swiftly removing his fingers feeling incredible empty at the sudden loss whimpering that it hurt and you needed to feel him.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

"There you go sweetheart." Steve chuckles in your ear as you fully let yourself go. "It's okay, I got you."

And you know that he does. Javier trusted Steve with his life and that he would do anything to keep you safe, and made sure you were well taken care of. Javier had always fantasized how you would act with Steve so close and intimate. Thankful now that he approached his fellow detective with the idea who was quick to agree.

Javier was putting in quick work right now. He wanted it so badly he was desperate to have you cumming on his tongue. Typically he liked to take his time, and edge you until you were a mess. But today, he wanted your orgasm.

"I know you're so close." A loud moan slipping out of your mouth echoing around the room. Writhing between the two men as Steve reaches a hand down to rub circles on your clit as Javier thrusts his thick tongue in your sensitive cunt.

The closer you get the more your legs start to tremble and shake, and the more intense Javier eats your cunt out like a starving animal. The two men look to each other with determination on their faces. You can feel yourself starting to slip.

"Oh fuck." Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching. Javier looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and that Steve was here to witness it.

Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Javier could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line. Steve really felt honored that he was here to be a part of this even though he would have loved to feel you around him.

"That's it cariño, let go for us."  A low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the spectacular orgasm you just experienced. But for some reason though it still wasn't enough.

Feeling a pair of lips kissing your thigh and another kissing your neck. Javier’s touch was always so gentle as he helped ease you through the orgasm. Both men taking in your sweaty and messy look like you were a work of art. A tear running down your cheek only to have Steve wipe it away.

"Still need more don't you cariño?" Javier looking between your legs to see how drenched you still were you cunt clenching around air only further confirming what he knew.

"Yes Javi please it hurts." Whimpering as you started to grind your hips against the bed pressing your thighs together to help ease the pressure you felt.

"Then let's give her more Steve."

[peterparkersnose]

Three Years

pairing: Javi Pena x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: anxiety, reader has a child, angst if you squint, re connection of the two characters, reader has a liking of photography, out of character javi but who cares (i crave this man domestically)

a/n  babies! the pedro wave recently has me worried. i dont want them to make him into eddie munson/joe quinn bc i cannot loose pedro (ive been a fan since march ‘22) and i will be heartbroken if it becomes embarrassing to stan this wonderful man. tell me he doesnt look good in that gif god damn. any narcos inaccuracies I apologize I havent watched it since the summer

summary Javi reconnects with his former fling (the ambassador’s daughter) and finds out a secret

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His palms were sweating. Maybe it was the Texas heat, or maybe for once in his life Javier Peña was actually nervous.

He sat parked on the busy street of San Antonio trying to muster up the courage to knock on your door.

2213 Ace Street, San Antonio, Texas. Y/N.

The crumpled up post it note Steve had hastily written your address down on. It was his final goodbye gift to Javi, handed over to him secretly through a handshake.

Javi figured he pulled it from a classified document. You were the ambassador to Colombia’s daughter anyways, it’s not like your address would just be laying around in the Colombian embassy.

He felt a bit out of place in the expensive neighborhood. Everyone around seemed to glare at him in his tight jeans. Maybe it was all in his head, he wasn’t sure. Anxiety seemed to overshadow his unbeatable confidence that day. He stared at the house numbers trying to figure out which one was yours.

2205, 2208… 2211

2213

Your townhome was nice. Natural brick house, a bit large for just yourself.

After all these years, you have had to move on. Three years with no contact. There was no way you were still single. And the size of this house was just living proof that you had moved on.

Three years. Javi stood with his hands on his hips, glaring down the avenue at the setting sun. When the secret relationship was exposed, it had all been swept under the rug. The facade of close friends the two of you had been putting on was figured out by your father. One of Javi’s biggest regrets was letting you leave and go back to the states. He didn’t want to admit it then, but he knew.

He was in love.

Three years. Javi couldn’t believe it.

He swallowed sharply. Three years, he had to at least see you. Be in your presence one more time, even if it was just to say a proper goodbye. The crumpled up post it returned to his pocket as he made his way up your steps.

The doorbell was an antique painted white; typical for these upscale neighborhoods. He rung it, and prayed you weren’t home.

His stomach dropped when he heard your sweet voice.

“Coming!”

The door whistfully opened. Your hair was tied back and you had an apron on over your outfit. Flour was smeared over the apron along with other various baking ingredients Javi couldn’t name.

Your expression fell from ‘I think my package I ordered is here’ to a face Javi couldn’t even explain. Confusion mixed with such an unannounced wave of hurt.

Silence and stares became the moment as your soft radio in the background ended its song and switched to a commercial.

“Hi,” Is all that he could manage to say. He let out a breathe of air he had felt like he had been holding for years.

“H-hi.” you stuttered, giving him one more glance to make sure this was real.

“What are you doing he-” you began to say, but you were interrupted.

“Mommy!” said your son, trotting in from the kitchen to find the two of you standing there. Your back stiffened as you took in a sharp breath. “The cakes, there big! Too big.” the child exclaimed, waving his hands in the air to tell the story.

“Shit, Grant!” you scolded your son, scooping the boy up in your arms and whisking him back to the kitchen.

“One second, Javier!” you called from the kitchen. His stomach seemed to turn at the use of his name. His full name.

He stood dumbfounded at your door. So you had moved on.

Javi slowly entered your house. Pictures hung on your wall; he recognized one from a date he took you on. He hated hiking, but the beautiful sights were just too good to miss in Colombia. He could see the corner of the picnic blanket in the photo, remembering the nice time together. Pictures of the boy were hung, of course. Baby photos and photos looking like they were taken yesterday of Grant were in various frames around the house.

His heart stopped when he saw the one picture sitting on your fireplace. An easy one to miss, but he spotted it.

You, himself, Steve, and Connie all smiling at the bar you used to frequent. Wouldn’t your spouse be mad about those pictures being on display?

“I see you let yourself in,” you said, entering the room once again. “I can go, I’m sorry but… you still have these?” he asked. Your eyes widened as he mentioned leaving.

“Your welcome to stay, please, have a seat if you’d like.” you offered, taking off your apron and hanging it on a hook. Javi could sense your shock. “Wouldn’t your husband be upset? I mean with our history…”

“No husband.” you said with a tight lipped smile. “Just me and Grant.”

“Your son?” Javier asked, looking down the hallway leading to your kitchen. There he saw the boy peeking out behind the wall. Once they made eye contact, he gasped and retreated the kitchen.

“How did you find me?” you asked, ignoring the question. “I… had help?” he said, trying not to throw Steve under the bus. He took the post it note out of his pocket and handed it to you. “Steve’s handwriting,” you chuckled to yourself. His distinct chicken scratch was hard to not recognize.

“I saw that you finally got that bastard,” you scoffed. “I was so relieved when I saw Escobar was killed on the news. It was strange, though. Seeing you and Steve through a screen.”

“Yeah,” Javi awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Would you like to meet him?” you asked, biting the bullet. “Escobar?” Javi asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. “No,” you chuckled, turning around to see your snooping son again.

“C’mere,” you said sweetly, giving into the child’s interest in this stranger.

Grant came running and hit your form so hard you almost fell forwards on your knees. “Careful baby,” you chuckled, caressing his dark brown hair as he hid behind your legs.

“This is Javier,” you introduced your son to the mysterious man.

“From stories?” Grant asked, peeking out behind your legs. “Yes, baby. Like from the stories.”

Javier’s heart seemed to drop. This kid has heard stories about him before? No father around, no husband? Tell me why this kid was starting to look more and more like his mother.

He didn’t want to admit the very possible truth to himself.

“He got the bad guy?” Grant asked, now holding on to your hand. He was still very obviously weary about Javier. “Mhm,” you said, crouching down next to Grant. “Remember the TV a few weeks ago? When they caught the bad guy?” you asked your son. He looked at Javi intensively.

Your eyes met Javi’s and you felt the guilt consume you. You had to do it; even if the pit in your stomach was about to erupt out in vomit. You had to.

“He’s yours.”

“No,” Javi immediately responded. He didn’t mean to give such a negative response, he was just stuck in a haze in this new reality.

He was a father.

“Your kidding?” he asked, a hand coming to his forehead and sliding down his face. “Your the only guy I slept with in Colombia.”

“What’s his name? Full name,” he asked. “Grant Javier Peña.”

Grant looked up to his mother when she said his name. “He turned two in April,”

A silent tear rolled down Javier’s face as a hand moved to his mouth. It was early January. He had about a two and a half year old son. The little boy that had now moved to playing with action figures on the floor in front of him was his; his own flesh and blood. Half of him, half of you.

“And your father?” he anxiously asked, rubbing his hands together. “He wasn’t pleased. Doesn’t visit much anymore anyways,” you scoffed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said, trying to keep his tone steady. “I wasn’t allowed. I promise, I begged my father through my whole pregnancy. I tried letters, ways to get to Steve or Connie. Nothing. I had given up hope after his first birthday.”

“And you did this all alone?” he asked you, standing up to embrace you. His hands took yours as you shook your head yes. You bit your lip, trying your best not to cry. You wrapped your arms around his chest and felt his heartbeat. It was beating fast.

“I’m so sorry, mi amor.” he whispered in your ear. “What can I do?”

“Whatever you need to,” you said, breaking the hug. “I know it isn’t easy. It’s a hard decision. I’ve been doing it alone now for almost three years. If you don’t want to be involved, Javi, I completely understand.”

“No, no.” he said. “I… if you’ll have me, I’ll stay.”

“Javi-”

“No questions. My decision, I’m here for you two. Emotionally, financially, whatever you need from me.” “That’s asking too much, just maybe give it some time to think about-”

“I’ve been thinking about you every day for three years, Y/N. I am absolutely sure about my decision.”

“Mama,” Grant asked, turning around to look at the two of you standing above him. “Play?”

Grant approached Javi cautiously, holding a G.I. Joe figurine in his hand. He offered the toy to his father. “Play?” he asked once again. Javier looked to you; you shook your head in approval.

The sight of your son and his father playing together was enough to make you happy for a lifetime.

Javier was cautious. His experience with children was basically non existent. “Who is he?” he asked in his softest voice he could think of. “Joe! This Jack, Jasmine, Kevin, Gumball and…”

Javi listened as his son named off all of his action figures along with some stuffed animals strewn across the room.

You slowly crept to your bedroom where you kept your camera hidden away. Adjusting the settings, you hid behind the couch to get a perfect angle of this moment you never wanted to forget.

Snap!

Both of the boys turned around to see you standing behind the couch. “No picture!” Grant complained, stomping his tiny fist on the ground. A smile spread to Javi’s lips as he saw his son squirm.

“I’m sorry baby. Keep playing.” you said, placing the camera on a desk in the living room.

“Mommy take pictures a lot.” Grant sighed, picking up another action figure and kept on playing.

This was definitely going on your wall.

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listen...i should be writing other things but i am here, being delusional. thinking...thinking about morning head with javi while he gets dressed for work...and telling him that stopping to show you attention will do him no good...so he's trying to stay on tasks and get through his morning routine...

could be established relationship, could be co-workers with benefits, whatever you fancy: (content warnings: midnight smutty ramblings, oral (m receiving), underlying d/s dynamics)

Toothbrush tucked away in your cheek, you grin. Javier's eyes track slowly of your body as he adjusts his tie obsessively. A little too far left, a little too far right, wiggling until was dead center.

"¿Qué pasa?" he grumbles under his breath, running his fingers through his haphazardly styled hair, eyes crossing slightly as he looks up at your hand as it reaches out to push a stray hair back into form.

"Just watching," you tell him, shrugging lazily as turning on your heels to bend over in front of him, sandwiching yourself between him and the sink as your ass drags against the front of his slacks.

You spit into the sink, pushing the toothbrush under the running water as you lean up, feeling the subtle push of Javier's hips into your ass and eyeing the smug expression on his face as he fiddled with his wrist cuffs.

He clears his throat under the guise of your rustling, wiping at your face with the hand towel folded by the sink before you're turning, fingers wrapped around the edge of the sink.

There's a moment of recognition that crosses his glossed over gaze as you sink to your knees, careful to not disturb his tucked in and double starched shirt, unzipping his slacks and watching with a satisfied grin as he works his dick through the zipper, your lips pressing against the velvet skin, his cock hardening promptly to your touch.

His eyebrows raise for moment as your tongue circles the head of his cock, mouth parting in a silent groan, your eyes focused on his expression as his brow furrows and his eyes downcast in your direction.

"Don't let me distract you," you coo, offering a gentle smile as your lips push beyond the head of his cock and down, your hand circling around the bit of his shaft that your mouth couldn't take.

Javier groans audibly above you and you feel the tense of his muscles in his thighs, know that his jaw is clenched as he curses out a low, "Fuck, cosa linda," under his breath, a hand digging into the hair at the crown of your scalp, fingers curling around the back of your head.

You pull of suddenly, "Ah, no," you chastise, "get ready—or I'll stop."

Javier's tongue rolls over the front of his teeth in a silent reprimand that never comes, a smirk pulling at his lips.

You'd be paying for it later, but you didn't care.

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SORRY IDK WHAT HAPPENED TO ME HERE LMAO also thank you @quinnnfabrgay for wanting to listen to my unhinged-ness too

[aurorawritestoescape]

Javier Peña x f!reader || 440 words

Summary: you shave Javi | Tw: 18+ mdni, smut

@iamasaddie @milla-frenchy this is all your fault, my loves😌

*****

You peek into the bathroom and find Javi shaving. He doesn’t notice you, fully concentrated on lathering his jaw, eyes fixed on the reflection, so you use this moment to watch him. The way he’s gliding the foamy brush over his cheeks and chin mesmerizes you. He’s devastatingly handsome even with his face coated in soap.

When Javi picks up a razor, you wake up from the trance and exclaim,

“Can I?”

Javi jerks and curses and you immediately regret the way you’ve revealed yourself.

“Baby, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry.” You pad closer to him with an apologetic smile and his gaze slides up and down your body, covered only by his white linen shirt. His face softens.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Morning,” you purr. “Can I help?”

“Want to shave me?” He asks, his eyebrows raised.

You nod and the man’s gaze darkens.

***

That’s how you end up straddling Javi while he’s sitting on a stool by the sink.

He has convinced you that it’s the best way to do the task, with you being shorter, the position gives you the best access to his face.

You’re chewing on your lower lip in concentration, brows furrowed, carefully running the razor over his sharp jaw, taking the foam off his golden skin. You’re barely breathing, afraid to cut him, to hurt him, to do a poor job.

You glance up at his eyes and find them dark and completely focused on your face.

Javi gives you a wink and you smile at him.

“Don’t stare,” you whisper.

“Can’t help it.”

You shake your head still smiling and slightly turn to rinse the razor in the sink.

When you return to work, Javi’s warm hands, splayed on your naked asscheeks, squeeze your soft flesh and your breath hitches.

“Javi,” you whine and it only seems to entice the man. It gets impossible to keep your hand from trembling, when he bucks his hips and buries his cock deeper into your weeping pussy, his stiffness deliciously massages your walls, the tip gently kisses your cervix.

A needy moan flies from your open mouth, Javi’s low grunt soon follows it.

“Keep going, baby. Still have my left cheek to do.”

You rest the hand with the razor on the man’s broad shoulder to take a moment to calm down. But who are you kidding? There’s no way you can continue, with your pussy crying around his big cock, staining his gray sweatpants.

“Sorry, but you’ll have to finish it yourself,” you mumble, when your self-control crumbles. The razor flies into the sink and you lift your hips, before sinking back on Javi’s throbbing cock.

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[foxtrology]

tinder!joel ✪

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joel & y/n’s tinder profiles

y/n and joel swiping right for each other

when they matched

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tommymills You both are gross. But cute. Love you guys.

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yourinstagram you finally posted on instagram! congratulations old man! ❤️

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sarahsmiller just KIDDING. love you dad

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tommymills Joel is definitely going to break his back

yourinstagram who is saying he didn’t already?

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[writefightandflightclub]

So like what if you’re Javi P’s co-worker and you get drawn into going undercover with him at some seedy bar, posing as his… let’s say lady friend for the night.

And you always dress practically, you know? In case you need to give chase, but tonight you’re in a skimpy little dress that makes Javi’s eyes pop.

And at some stage in the night, to lend credence to the facade -or maybe just because he wants to, he isn’t sure - Javi pulls you onto his lap. Your ass perched across his sturdy thighs. The hem of your silly little dress riding almost all the way up, barely covering you. His splayed hand bracing at the small of your back, smoothing up and down, itching to slide down to feel the globes of your ass.

Your hot lips sliding down the column of his throat now to lend credence to the facade - or maybe because you want to, he’s not sure - and he thinks about you tasting the sweat on him but you’re not stopping. Not stopping and he never loses his cool but… damn.

You nip at his earlobe with your teeth before you whisper your astute observations of the scene to him. Never wavering even as you do this, your breath fanning warm against the shell of his ear and he’s convinced he can’t help it as his free hand slides on to your bare thigh, fingers sinking into your flesh and driving up, slow, towards the hem of your dress. His skin is buzzing, all warm from your touch as your hands wander over him too, palm smoothing at the bare expanse of his chest beneath the deep “v” of his shirt. Your scent all over him, his jeans tightening as you wriggle on his lap, curling further into him with his thighs bracing you… and he almost forgets that you’re pretending. That he’s pretending. This is the most secure, straightforward cover he’s ever had and he realises it’s so easy to want you.

He almost forgets why you’re here at all, honestly. That is, until your languid, honeyed movements turn suddenly cool and decisive. Until you whip your head around to signal to another operative in the room that the target is moving out. Until you stand too, grabbing your jacket and concealed weapon and moving out, high heels be damned.

But Javi… Fuck. Javi looks down to his lap, still warm from the press and weight of you on him, and he notices… the wet patch on his jeans. Holy shit. Your wetness on his jeans, where your heat had rested over his sturdy thigh. His arousal swells painfully against the seam of his blue jeans at the thought of it. The thought that being close to him like this had turned you on. Enough to soak through your panties. Enough to darken the denim and leave him a reminder that maybe you weren’t pretending at all. All that for him? So wet that you’ve soaked him, even as he’s sure you would have tried with every scrap you had to resist it?

“You coming?” you hiss from the doorway, and the sudden swell of his arousal makes it hard to stand - but he does. He stands because he’s motivated to wrap this op up quickly. He’s suddenly very motivated, in fact. You step out into the alley together, and you’re stumbling and giggling a little, hooking your arm into his - to add further credence to the facade. Making eyes and him and God.

Javi pins you against the wall. Positions close enough to the mark outside that you can still observe the interaction. Do your due recon. You won’t miss anything, he knows it, and so he focusses on making things look… as convincing as possible.

It’s easy. He pins you to the wall with his body, hips slanting towards you. He tilts your head and his lips hungrily meet your pulse point. He tongues languidly at the taste of your perfume. Across the ridges and cords of your neck as the act punches a breath from your lungs. He works you until no-one could possibly doubt the scene before them. It works him up too, so much so that if you asked him why he was here at all tonight, his first thought would be that he came here for you.

“You want me to take you home tonight?” he purrs, and you offer him a perfectly pitched coy smile as you sling the loop of your arms around his neck. Always on your game. Still watching. Still working. Fuck, you’re a dream, he thinks, and the wet patch is burning a hole in his thigh. He wants to feel it for himself with his fingers, right here. Has never needed anything more.

“Peña, they’re gone,” you impress, your voice trembling with a brazen want which sounds every bit authentic - despite it all. “You can drop the act now, huh?”

“I know,” Javi breathes. “I know they’re gone.” He didn’t miss it. Didn’t fail to hear the thrum of the motorcycle and the sudden hush which has fallen over the alley. He’s definitely not pretending any longer. “So. How about it, darling? Do you want me to take you home tonight?”

You blink at him from beneath your lashes - pupils lust-blown- as Javi kicks your legs open. Shoves his thigh up against your heat as your bare, warm legs bracket him. “Or if you really can’t wait…?”

“What gives you that idea?” you protest, stubborn and proud as ever, even as you grind yourself down on his leg, angling your hips further towards him. “This is just work, Javi… I mean...” Your eyes turn big and searching then, in a rare moment of vulnerability. Despite himself, it makes Javi wonder if that’s how you’ll look the first time his cock spears you, as you wonder for a second if he really is too much. “…Isn’t it?”

He offers you a smug, lopsided smile. “You soaked through my jeans, darling.”

You shake your head softly, more of your weight sinking into his hold as you go even more limp against the wall. “Fuck, I’m-“

“-Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. It’s okay.” He dips his lips towards the shell of your ear. “You know? I wouldn’t even mind if you soaked my sheets instead.”

He grabs the meat of your hips in his broad hands. Angles you down to slide your heat against his thigh. The way your eyes flutter closed, followed by a honeyed moan, sends a zip of pleasure straight to his cock. He could drink down those noises all night - and for breakfast. He could have you for breakfast.

“Can I feel you?” he begs, his fingertips lingering at the hem of your dress.

You bite down on your lower lip, eyes darting around the alleyway. “Not here, Javi.”

“No?”

“No. Take me home.”

Reluctantly, he moves away from you, and he groans as he once more looks down at his jeans to see the wet patch has grown.

He is arrested there for a moment, and yet when he looks back up you are already waiting at the door of his vehicle.

“You coming?” You ask him for the second time tonight.

Finally, he finds some game, from somewhere. “Not as many times as you will be.”

Just like earlier, he’s more than confident he can get the job done… it’s just that this time, there won’t be any need at all for pretending.

[toxicanonymity]

It would suck if you got shot in your bulletproof vest, fusing it together at the velcro, and Javi P. had to help you out of it so you could breathe and he talked you through it really soothingly. And he had to stick his hand inside the vest, accidentally touching your breast. and it would even be worse if his big manly hand got stuck like that and he had to slowly wiggle it free, giving you an unintentional, unavoidable massage. The worst would be if he groaned softly then muttered "cálmate, cabrón" (calm down, jackass) and you were briefly taken aback but he was talking to himself, then you looked down at his jeans and 👀

[inklore]

little black dress

premise: “you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come." or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.

pairing: javier peña x (f)reader

word count: 967

warnings: eighteen+ content, established coworkers with benefits, fingering, dirty talk, sexy threats, also despite the title there is no reference to readers body or body image within the fic.

note: hi ya girl is writing again and this is the first thing i've written in what feels like forever, therefore i literally found a new writing exercise with prompts and all the dirty inspo i could ever need. thus how this filthy work of art came to be.

“How long do we have?” The edge of the wooden desk is digging into your palms as you try to keep yourself from falling back into the speckled wall. The yellow tint from the smoke of prior guests caked on the walls was not your idea of a good ascent to your perfume, nor will it be for the tight black dress you wore today to look extra professional. 

The dress being the root cause of you being propped up on the hotel desk, the tight fabric driving the man whose fingers are knuckle deep inside of you crazy. 

“Not enough time for you to be focusin’ on anything but coming for me.” Javi’s tone is stern and authoritative in that way that tells you his impatience is wearing thin and he’s not happy about it. 

Not happy about having to rush this. The sprint back to the complimentary room they gave you and your team for the days you’d be using the hotel’s conference room to house all the people you’d need to finish up the current investigation—weighing you down—was the most impatient you think you’ve seen Peña. 

The way his mouth molded to yours in a rough kiss, nicking your bottom lip with his front teeth as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The sting your shoulders felt when his body weight molded you to the door only arousing more as he pulled you to the nearest surface to perch you on and slip his knee between your thighs to rub the fabric of his jeans against your panties. 

He didn’t waste time teasing you for long. Didn’t let your hips start that slow grind against his thigh that he loves to watch so much. His fingers pushing the hem of your dress up your thighs, making the muscles ache with the tightness of the fabric. An ache that was soon forgotten the minute his fingers ran through your wetness.

Spreading you with his pointer to find your clit. The few tight circles the pad of his finger gives to the aching nerve make you gasp and bring your thighs to rest at his outer hips. 

And now with how deep and fast his fingers are fucking up into you, you want to personally slap whoever’s idea it was to make lunch only an hour. 

Surely Javi could take your body apart and put it back together within that span of time, but with the two of you, no amount of time ever seemed enough. Satisfying. 

It only took a week for you to hear of Peña’s notorious ways of doing things—in and out of his bedroom. And two more weeks for the tension to start between the two of you; when you said jump, Peña stayed stationary; when he said run, you walked, when he had a lead, you followed your own, and vice versa. A never ending loop of the two of you getting on each other's nerves and doing whatever you could to stay away from each other instead of working together like you were meant to be. 

And maybe it’s the stubbornness the both of you have. The love for a job that's hard and slowly eats away at you if you let it, and sometimes you find whatever salve you can to slow the festering—or maybe it was the whiskey the two of you shared one night that had you bent over a desk and driving home with Javi’s come staining your underwear that got you to this situation. 

Either way, there was little to complain about when his fingers were so masterful and you were close to coming. 

“You know how good you look in this dress?” Javi grunts against your mouth. Tongue running along your bottom lip before it slips past and against yours. “Can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come so no one else will get to see you in it. Fuck you in it. Only me.” 

His grunts mingle with your moans, the slow movement of his hips as he rubs his jean-clad cock against your inner thigh, mixed with your own hips moving, makes the desk bang against the wall. 

You pray no one from either team is bunked up next door to you. 

You’d never hear the end of it. 

“Who knew all it took was a little black dress to make Javier Peña succumb to madness?” You tease. Bring one of your sore palms to the back of his head to spread your fingers in his hair. 

To keep his mouth and filthy words drawn out and licked into your mouth. 

“As soon as this shit is done with, I’m going to rip this dress from your body and fuck you until you beg me to stop.” 

You know he means it. 

Know his threats have as much backing as a crazed animal, and you love it. Love how crazy the two of you make each other. How a work day of teasing will leave your ass raw—and sometimes fucked—and him leaking from you for hours. 

His fingers curl inside of you, touching that spot against your walls that has your thighs tightening around his waist and your throat hoarse and scratchy from the cry he’s not quick enough to cover up with his mouth. The pleasurable buzz contorts your body, springing tighter and tighter the longer his fingers fuck you. 

“Javi–don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck.”

“That’s it. When you’re sitting at the table surrounded by everyone and you can’t move without feeling your own wetness, your own come sticking to you, ruining this pretty little thong—I want you to think about how much of a little tease you were wearing this dress and how I’m going to fucking destroy you in it later.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

rattled - javier peña

cw: smut, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, edging, kinda mean!javi, 18+ONLLY MDNI

If Javi didn’t want to be pissed off, he shouldn’t have made it so easy for you to do so.

Even before you were together, Javi got riled when it came to you at the drop of a hat.

An agent spoke with you and put his hand on your arm? Javi was seeing red.

You having to flirt with some of the narcotraficantes you were trying to catch? Javi was almost blue in the face as Murphy held him back from rushing in.

It was too easy and you had fun pissing him off.

Now that you were together, if you only said, “Peña” rather than, “Papí” or “Javi” if you were at work, Javier was pissed and on edge all day.

So this morning, when he woke up already stressed- just like the rest of you were- you figured why not poke around him just enough that he finds a way to relieve stress in ways you both enjoyed.

It started with leaving just barely any coffee in the pot at home.

“Amor, de verdad?” you shrug, as you finish off yours and pass him the empty cup.

“Use my mug.”

You took the last cold water from the fridge and didn’t even drink it, no. You used it to cool the back of your neck after a raid gone wrong.

“Baby, you’re pushing your luck now.”

Then, you’d chosen midday to put on a skirt, the Colombian summer heat finally getting to you.

“Javier Peña, stop looking at me like a gazelle.”

The skirt was made of a light cotton, one that Javi had picked out when you had just started dating. The moment he saw you in it he was on to you- but he let you play your game.

He only shakes his head, a look that’s easy enough for you to decipher on his face.

You’re talking to Murphy when he interrupts and makes a quiet comment about bending you over and to fuck with him you murmur,

“Javier, escuchame. Cállate, por favor.”

Your tone is playful but there’s a seriousness to it that makes Javi lean into you.

His lips brushing your ear, breath warm as it hits the back of your neck making you shiver.

It’s almost like Steve disappears in thin air because he’s not there when Javier whispers in your ear.

“Amor,” his hand holds the small of your back and you can’t help but lean into him. “Cuidate, you’ll get yourself in trouble with that mouth.”

The words fly out of you with ease, “Who am I gonna be in trouble with Peña?”

He shakes his head and leans in to whisper, “Yo amor, con yo.”

He shouldn’t have said a thing because for the rest of the day, you ramp up how much you tease him.

By the end of the day, Javier is hard, tired and pissed off to the extreme with you.

You’re having a cup of coffee at your desk when he comes from the bathroom, eyes dark with lust as he spots your crossed legs and red heels.

“Amor, baño ahora.”

“Qué?” You know exactly why he wants you in there, but what’s a few more buttons to push?

He stoops down, knees bent and hands holding onto your thigh, “Bathroom now, baby. Don’t make me say it again.”

Javier really knows exactly what to say to bring out the best in you.

“De qué, papí? De qué.”

You’re lucky Murphy isn’t in the ‘office’ when Javier slams your cup on the desk and all but hauls you off to the bathroom.

“De qué, amorcita?” Javi flicks the lock with ease, pressing your body against the door in one motion. “You spent all day being a little fucking brat. You know that?”

You grin, red lips spreading into a smirk that Javier wants to ruin so bad.

“A brat, Javi?” you play with the collar of his shirt and he chuckles at the way your eyes widen and shine innocently.

“Yeah baby, a brat. But, good news for you, I know how to take care of brats.”

If Javi was going to take easy on you then, you spoiled it when you asked,

“Promise?”

Javi doesn’t waste time, your pants are pulled down and he groans, forehead touching your belly when he sees your red underwear.

“Baby,” you don’t get much more softness from him after that, and a kiss to your stomach before he rips your panties away.

“Hola, bonita.” he whispers before brushing his nose against your clit, making you gasp.

Javier should be giving out lessons to men on how to eat pussy.

There’s something incredibly intimate and carnal about the way he does it. His hands push your thighs apart, hooking one on his shoulder and pressing the other into the door.

His mouth kisses, licks and sucks at your core, your whines only encouraging him further.

“Javi,” you cry when his lips wrap around your clit. He’s unrelenting in his ministrations and when his fingers prod at your entrance before sinking into you, you swear your soul transcends.

It’s something special to have Javi play with your body like this. To have him know every single one of your spots that gets your eyes rolled back and your head swimming with thoughts of just him as he guides you to an orgasm.

It crests quickly as Javi hits that one spot and you have to bite on your fist to muffle the scream that threatens to climb from your throat but it never comes.

Neither do you.

Javier pulls away at the very last second and you whine, trying to force his head back onto you until he bites at your thigh.

“No amor, ha iniciado esto.”

God you’ve never wanted to stomp your foot more than now.

You’re about to when he slaps your cunt making you gasp.

“Para, quiero a mi niña buena.” he says it so softly you would think he isn’t punishing you, but then his fingers slip back into you and crook at just the right angle to have your response dying on your lips.

“Javier Peña, por favor.”

He chuckles at how desperate you sound.

“No.” He says, eyes trained to your face as he fingers you to the brink of another orgasm that gets ripped away.

Your eyebrow and upper lip is pebbled with sweat and as you watch Javi on his knees in front of you, you wonder if you can plead your way out of any more of this torture.

Javier knows you though, and he stands up pulling his pants to his ankles.

“Turn around,” you can have an out here you realise. As Javi waits for you to follow instruction, but you also know if you push just a little more; you’ll get what you both want.

“Do it yourself, Peña.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs your arm, “You can never just do what you’re told can you?”

He turns you around, hand on the back of your head as he presses your face into the door.

“Where’s the fun in that Javi? You remember what that is, sí?”

Javi doesn’t spare you at all, he kicks your legs apart and lines up with your entrance.

“We’ll see how much fun you’re having in a minute, muñeca.”

Your nails scratch at the door as Javi fucks into. He’s so big that the breath you suck in is stuck in your throat.

When he thrusts again he has to use his other hand to cover your mouth.

Your whines are loud even muffled by his hand but that’s not for lack of trying to be quiet. Javi just knows how to fuck you and he’s taking advantage of that fact.

“Baby, callate.” you don’t have to see to know that your boyfriend is smirking as he fucks you.

“Javi,” it’s garbled and muffled against his palm but he hears you clearly.

“Sí mi amor?” you can’t say what it is you want to because his thrusts turn wicked and brush against that spongy part of you that sends your brain fuzzy. “¿Qué necesitas?”

He’s mocking you, you know it but you can’t fight him when he fucks you like this. Like his life depends on it. Like he’s an addict and you’re the fix.

“¿Te gusta cuando te follo así? ¿Cuándo llegó a este punto?”

You feel your knees tremble as he shifts the angle of his hips to continuously hit your cervix.

Your brain is muddled with the sound of him fucking into you and everything he’s whispering in your ear.

“Javi,” you sob into his palm as his hand moves from the back of your head to your clit. “I’m close.” you beg but Javi has other plans.

“No amor,” he pulls out just before you come again and watches rather proudly as your thighs shake. “Querías ser un mocoso, muñeca. Esto es lo que les sucede a los mocosos, ¿o lo olvidaste?”

He waits till your thighs stop shaking to turn you around. Javi hooks one of your legs around his waist as he lines up with you.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, and show me my good girl, I’ll let you come this time.”

You nod as he pushes back into you, hands clawing at his shoulders. “Javi please,” you whine leaning in to kiss him. “Bésame.”

He shakes his head, “No,” he covers your mouth with his palm for a second time as he fucks into you hard and fast.

You’re sure if he was wearing a thinner shirt there’d be half crescent nail marks in his shoulder where your fingernails are digging into him.

“Eso es amor,” he coos as he watches your pussy suck his cock back into you with every thrust. “You’re remembering.” he teases but you don’t care.

Not when your orgasm is hanging in the balance.

“You close baby?”

He is too, his thrusts are sloppy and you can see his thighs shake a little.

“Sí Javi,” you moan, his hand wrapping around your neck as he pulls you away from the door to fuck your harder. “Fuck fuck! Javi right there.” you cry, holding onto the hand on your neck.

“You gonna be a brat again?” he asks, and you shake your head, trying your hardest not to come before he gives you permission.

“Am I gonna get my good girl after this?” you nod, gasping as it becomes harder and harder to withhold your orgasm.

“Come.” he commands and your body listens, a silent scream as Javi chokes you a little harder.

His orgasm isn’t far behind and as he pumps you full, he buries his face in your neck. His teeth nip and bite at the skin on your neck, hiding his groans from anyone else till he’s spent.

“Bésame.” You breathe harshly and he laughs, tipping your chin up with his thumb before brushing his nose against yours.

“That how you ask?”

“Bésame por favor por el amor de dios Javier Peña.”

He laughs even more before pressing his lips against yours and even though sex is something special with him- the kiss feels like more.

It’s soft and sweet and a little messy but that’s Javi.

“Mejor?” he asks and you nod, setting your shaky legs down.

“Gracias papí.” you laugh as he shows you your tattered underwear. “Javi, this is denim.”

He smacks your ass before pulling up your jeans for you.

“Should’ve been my good girl from the jump.” he kisses your belly before buttoning your jeans. “It’s like a fucking second skin.” he groans and you feel your cheeks heat.

“Feeling better?” he asks and you nod, hooking your arms behind his neck.

“Are you?” Javier nods, kissing you one last time.

“You’re always what I need muñeca, siempre.” He watches you fix your hair in the mirror, already preparing for some kind of quip or smartass comment from you when you smirk at him.

“Need me again when we get outta here.”

He smacks your ass as you walk out, not really caring if anyone sees.

[illfoandillfie]

after Javi moves back to Texas, betting your friends that you can get the infamous man’s number at the bar, but getting a lot more

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 10

Another great prompt! Hopefully I've done it justice

Warnings: suggestive themes and talk of sex but nothing explicit, minimal editing.

The first Friday night of the month meant it was girl’s night out. You and your best friends would get dressed up, head out, and drink and dance until the early hours of the morning. In the past you’d all used it as a chance to find hook ups but things had changed a little since both Katrina and Larissa had actually met guys worth dating. It left you as the only single one but they both acted as your wingwomen, helping you pick out the best of the club goers to flirt with. But, tradition stated that the night should always begin at a small local bar, a little on the seedy side but not too gross. It catered to a different clientele than the clubs you’d head to later so it was rare to meet anyone there who you might want to pick up, but the drinks were reasonably priced and you could get a plate of fries or wings if you wanted to fill up a little. If you were lucky there’d be one or two men you could make eyes at across the room or convince to buy you a drink, help you get into the groove of flirting and give you a little confidence injection before you moved onto the big leagues. But it wasn’t often you were lucky.  

“No hotties here tonight,” you sighed, reaching for your quarter full glass.   “Hey that one guy who offered to buy you a drink was kind of cute,”  “You just think that cause he’s your boyfriend’s twin.”  There was laughter round the table as Katrina nodded guiltily.  “Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll get you laid. Although I still think you should give that guy you work with a chance.”  “Ugh no, too awkward. I want to meet someone the old fashioned way – grinding on them to club music and only learning their name aftrer we’ve fucked.”  You all laughed again and fell into a conversation about where you’d head once you’d finished your drinks. But you quickly stopped listening. Your eyes had been drawn to the door as someone new arrived. He headed straight for the bar and you watched him sit down and order, a bottle of beer placed in front of him.  “Well hold on girls, things might have just changed.” You nodded towards the man who was looking around the place. You got the impression he was new to the area.   “Isn’t that that Peña guy?” Katrina said, shooting a look at Larissa.  “No way, Javier Peña? is he back?”  “Yeah arrived a couple of weeks ago, doesn’t look like he has any plans to leave from what I’ve heard.”  You had no idea who Javier Peña was, but you did know he was hot.   “You can do better,” Katrina said with a shake of her head, her disapproval evident.   You looked over to the bar again, “I bet his moustache would feel good between my thighs.”  Larissa laughed and Katrina shot her a look.   “He’s a dick Y/N. Everyone says so.”  “Yeah,” Larissa added reluctantly, “Apparently he’s a total womanizer.”  “I don’t mind if he wants to womanize me for a night.” At the look Katrina gave you, you snorted and added, “Am I the only one with eyes here? He’s fucking hot.”  “He left someone at the alter.”  “Do I look like I want to get married?”  “I heard he’s been with hundreds of women, and half of them he paid.”  “That sounds like an exaggeration,” you rolled your eyes, “But even if it’s true, a hundred women can’t be wrong.”  “No way, you cannot be into him still,” Katrina laughed, “He’s totally infamous for being a man slut.”  “Stop selling him I’m already interested,” you laughed, waving aside her arguments. 

“Can you help me out here?” Katrina shot at Larissa who’s spent most of the back and forth laughing and egging you each on.   “Oh sure,” she turned to you, “What makes you think you could even pull him?”  “Excuse me?”  “Don’t encourage her,” Katrina pleaded.  “You heard me.”  “Um, bitch! Have you seen me?”  “Why don’t we finish up here and find a club instead?”  “Oh stop worrying, Trina. He sounds like the harmless sort of sleaze.”  “No one’s leaving. Except me. I’m gonna go to that bar and get his number.”  “I don’t think you will but good luck.”  “Alright lets make this interesting.”  “Seriously guys?” Katrina threw up her hands in exasperation.  “I like the way you think Y/N. Alright, loser has to buy the winner’s drinks for the rest of the night.”  “You’re so on.”  Katrina just sighed. 

When you got to the bar you stood close to where Javier was, pushed yourself up on your toes and leaned on the counter to order a new drink. You hoped it would draw attention to the short length of your dress. And it paid off because out of the corner of your eye you saw him turn to look at your ass before he slid some money across the bar and announced your drink was on him.   You smiled sweetly, “Thank you, that’s awful kind. Are you new around here? Don’t think I’ve seen youround before.”  “Not new. But it’s been a while.”  You were pleased you had an in and began making polite chit chat finding out he’d been in Colombia, asking if it was as nice as everyone said.   After about a minute he stopped you, “We don’t have to play this game.”  “Umm, what game?”  “I know I have a certain reputation around these parts. The way I left, of course I do. But let’s just call a spade a spade. You wanna come back to mine?”  You were entirely taken aback. His forwardness was not at all what you’d expected, nothing like what you were used to. But he was right, that’s what you wanted. You would have settled for his number to win your bet but the minute he’d walked in you’d wanted more.   “Well?”  “Give me a minute to tell my friend’s I’m leaving and then I’m yours.”

[redahlia-writes]

never let me go, javier peña

i woke up this morning and found some lines of this in my notes app (absolutely no recollection of writing any of it, but i was kind of drunk yesterday so there’s that). there is no fic behind, no grand idea, just a need for comfort that apparently finds its home in javier once again. i liked some of it too much to leave it abandoned, so there you have it

[peterparkersnose]

Matchmaker

part: 2 part 1

pairing: Javier Pena x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: slut shaming, jealousy, snitches, angst, mentions and use of weapons, blood, near death experience, hospitals, regret, fluff at the end :)

a/n i hope you enjoy! i hope its not too sappy, i know javier pena would never realistically say/do any of these things unless he was p whipped but... you never know. that gif is so sexy dude fuck i want him so bad fr fr 

summary Y/N and Javi go check out the abandoned building and run into some trouble

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The old warehouse that your team had raided the past month came into view. Javi drove along the dirt road and hummed to a tune on the radio.

The closest you were ever going to get to driving with a boyfriend and singing songs in the car. Right?

The car pulling up and the slams of the car doors should have been enough to run anyone out of that building. It was swept by security every night and made sure it was abandoned.

“What do you think your going to find in here?” Javier asked, pulling up the do not enter tape around the entrance. You shrugged. “I dunno. It just feels wrong.”

The empty building echoed from your heels. You and Javi walked around the first floor.

“This is just a big empty box of concrete,” he sighed, walking over to a pile of scrap wood and kicking it ever so slightly. The sound from that bounced off the walls, startling a few stray birds.

This sudden noise scared you. You turned around to reach for your gun and tripped on your heels. Javi saw this and reached out his arms, catching you in his embrace. You were breathing heavy as he held you in his arms.

“Just some birds, mi amor.” he chuckled, helping you re gain your balance.

Following him upstairs, you couldn’t get his strong grip on you off your mind.

Upstairs was more complicated. There were still abandoned work benches and offices that weren’t swept out in the demolition. Any homeless person or one of Escobar’s men could have snuck in easily and stayed here for a while. You were sure the guards didn’t check every single office, as there were too many.

You searched the various papers left on the benches and ground, nothing interesting stood out to you.

“Are you gonna help?” you asked Javi, bent down going through a stack of files about grain sale statistics in Spanish. “Shh,” Javi said, silencing your hands filing through papers. You hadn’t noticed how quiet he got and how far ahead of you he was.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, standing up into full view and shrugging your hands.

The door to one of the offices swung open. A man was talking very loudly into a phone in one hand, a gun in the other.

You turned to grab for your gun. He was standing mostly in your view, and saw you first. He mumbled something in Spanish and didn’t hesitate to aim at you. He shot his gun as you recognized what was happening. You moved fast enough for him to shoot your shoulder.

Javier panicked at how quickly the scene happened. Without a second thought, he aimed his gun at the man and shot him in the chest a few times.

“Y/N!” he yelled, rushing around the tables to find you. He found you flat on your back, eyes wide open in shock. “Shit, shit.” he whispered, falling to the ground and taking off his suit jacket to wrap around your shoulder.

“We’re going to need to walk, can you walk?” he asked. You stared up at him in unimaginable shock, unable to answer. “Y/N! Shit. Have you ever been shot before?” he asked, his right hand moving for his walkie talkie strapped to his belt. “A-28 we need medical at 748 Carerra 48,” he said urgently, repeating the message into the box until he got a dispatch response.

You were bleeding and you were bleeding a lot. Your breathes became choppy as Javier held you in his arms. He kept wondering if he shot an artery or not. “Stay with me, please.” he whimpered, moving your hair out of your face. He had accidentally wiped blood on your face. He looked at his hands, and then his shirt. All were deeply painted with crimson. “Please, no, please don’t do this.” he pleaded, holding your body close to his.

“Javi…” you whispered in his ear. “Everything is going to be okay.” he assured you. Shouting came from downstairs.

“Up here!” Javier yelled. Paramedics filed into the office space and spotted you two quickly. He helped them lift your body onto a stretcher. Your wide eyes stayed locked on him. “I-I have to go.” he said to you, holding your hand and following you down the stairs. “No,” you muttered, tightening your grip on him. The shallowness of your voice tore him apart.

The caution tape had been cut by the paramedics. When he reached outside, the majority of your squadron was out watching the scene unfold. The ambulance was small, big enough only to fit you and some paramedics. “No,” you begged, reaching your good arm towards him. “Don’t-” you sighed quietly, only enough for Javier to hear.

“Leave.” you finished. His last view of you was your longing eyes locked with his and his suit coat wrapped around your wound. The dark blue had become soaked with a purple/red. The back doors to the ambulance slammed shut. Javier was left in the dust from the now screeching vehicle making its way as carefully as it could down a dirt road.

Javier broke down on his knees. His bloodied hands cradled his face. He publicly cried for the first time since he was a child. The whole squad watched him break down in front of the scene.

“Javi,” Steve said, carefully approaching him and placing his hand on his shoulder. Javi shrugged off his hand. He returned to his feet, used his wrists to clear off any tears on his face, and rolled up his sleeves. Steve walked back to the police car with him.

The view of the man who had shot you came into place. He was being carried out by other paramedics. Javier recognized him as one of Escobar’s men. His heart sank.

Your feeling about this warehouse was right.

-

Steve stood with Javi on one side, Connie on the other. They watched you through the glass of your bedroom. Javier was leaning on the wall, resting his head against it. His eyes kept fluttering shut until he was reminded of his surroundings and was flung back into this horrible reality.

“Maybe you should get some sleep,” Connie suggested, tucking her clipboard under her arm. “Nah,” Javi said, opening his eyes once again to look at you. “I got her, you don’t have to worry.” she re assured Javi. “She’s the best in Colombia,” Steve said smugly, swinging an arm around his wife. He was happy to have a reason to spend time with his wife during work hours, but upset over the circumstances.

His eyes moved to the hospital couch next to your bed. Then back to you.

They removed the bullet successfully. It didn’t hit an artery, but a major vein going towards it. After a two hour long surgery, you came out with a wrapped shoulder extending down to your elbow, and a recovery note from the doctor. You were going to be fine. They put you in a medicated sleep for a while, just to let the shoulder get used to the placement and to heal before you were awake and moving around. You were expected to make a full recovery.

“It’s getting late, man.” Steve said, checking his watch. A little after nine. “You should go home.”

Javi scoffed at the suggestion. “Not until she’s awake.”

Steve sighed. “She’s going to be fine, you need to-”

“I can’t. I almost lost her. The thought of her dying and never coming back scares the absolute shit out of me.” he hissed at Steve. Steve’s eyes widened as he stepped back. “You good?” he asked. “No. I-I…”

“You like her, don’t you.”

Javi didn’t answer, instead just crossed his arms and looked at you. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. “I don’t think I could live without her,”

“Then do something about it!” Steve exclaimed, smiling. “She cares about you, man. She cares a lot about you. So do something, please. I’m begging you!” he laughed, his hand slapping Javier’s back.

“Have a good night, my friend.” he smiled, trailing off into the hallway.

He made his way quietly into your room. He slowly shut the door behind him. He took off his watch, his belt, his shoes, and removed his badge and gun holster from his waist and set them down at the table next to the couch.

He made his way over to you. His thumb brushed over your forehead as his hand caressed your cheek. The blood had returned to your face, you weren’t so deathly pale anymore. “Good night, mi amor.” he whispered, giving you the softest kiss on your forehead.

He unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt and pulled up his sleeves. He attempted to get comfortable on the hospital couch and shut his eyes.

-

Your eyes fluttered open just a bit before dawn. Putting the pieces together, you reached over to touch your wound. You seered at the touch, wiping your eyes instead and taking in your surroundings.

Hospital. You were well aware of what happened and remembered it so clearly. You thought you were going to die, die without holding Javier Peña at least once.

You blinked and turned your head to look at the sunrise. To your surprise, there he was. Javier Peña asleep on a couch. How long had he been there?

He looked exhausted. His hair was disheveled, his freshly new outfit was already wrinkled. You remembered how he took off his suit jacket and draped it over your arm. He was always such a gentleman, even when he didn’t try.

The beautiful Colombian sunrise began. The deep pinks, yellows, and oranges never failed. Your arm hurt horribly, but you weren’t concerned at that moment. Javi was there, everything was okay. Letting your mind wander, you lay waiting for him to wake up or a nurse to wander in.

-

“And everything is feeling alright?” the nurse asked. “Mhm, yes. Thank you,”

Javi shot up straight out of his slumber at the sound of your voice.

“Well good morning to you,” you chuckled, smiling at his sudden awakening. “Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked, checking his watch. Seven thirty.

“You looked so tired, I couldn’t.”

Javi got up and went to your side. He grasped your hand, and knelt down. “I’m so happy your okay,” he sighed, kissing your knuckles.

“You alright?” you asked, eyebrows raised with a suspicious tone. “Better than alright,” he smiled, looking down at your hands. He wanted to slap a ring on there as soon as he could.

Connie bursted through the door holding your breakfast tray.

“Ah, so you finally told her Javi. Congrats, the two of you.” she smiled, setting the food down in front of you. Swiftly turning to leave, Connie didn’t realize she spoiled his whole plan.

Javi had the look of defeat on his place, wishing this could have gone so much differently.

“What is she talking about?” you asked. Javi sighed. “I wish this could have been under better circumstances,” he sighed, getting up and rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“And?” you asked, nervous to what he was about to say.

He took a deep breathe.

“Seeing you on the brink of death scared the shit out of me Y/N. I thought I lost you.”

“What?”

“Steve told me something a few days ago in the break room-”

“Oh?” you asked, already knowing what Steve said. What a fucking snitch.

“And I really thought to myself. What am I looking for? I spent all my time with these other women, searching for something to fill the void. Nothing ever seemed good enough from them. It was never enough. But what Steve said made me think. Why was I seeing other women when the one I truly wanted was in front of me the whole time?”

Your jaw was dropped.

“I’m stupid, okay? I-I… watching you grab for me in the ambulance broke my heart. It made me realize things I never thought I wanted before.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, a smirk appearing on your lips.

“You.”

“Really?” you smiled.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, returning to his knees. “If you would have me…” “Of course I’ll have you,” “Please, Y/N L/N, be mine.”

He wrapped his arms around you, cautious of your wound. His cologne reeked off of him along with sweat, but you didn’t care. You felt his mustache tickle your shoulder.

“I won’t ever let this happen again. I won’t ever let you go.” he whispered in your ear.

“Like I’m ever going to let you leave,” you chuckled.

Who would have known Javier Peña’s street days would end with a single bullet.

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Perfectly bittersweet! ☀️💔

𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

summary: it's your last night with Javier after months of vacationing with him and your family.

warnings: none. DBF!Javier Peña x GN!reader. ANGST. feels. implied relationship. unspecified age gap. w.c: 283

author's note: for @undercoverpena's birthday bash! i received the color lemon chiffron and was inspired to create this moodboard along with a little angsty (?) blurb. i hope you enjoy this, jo!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⋅ 𝐉𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

The setting sun casts an orange-yellow haze along the coastline. Your skin warms under the waning, opulent crown perched low in the sky as it slowly sinks behind crashing waves of dark turquoise and seafoam.

You dig your toes into the cool sand as Javier settles beside you. He groans softly as his lower back aches from the action.

"Did you have a fun summer, Gatita?" He tips his head, narrowing his gaze at you from behind his shaded aviators.

"I did. Very much." You sink your feet further into the sand. Rocks and small shells push to the surface, much like your feelings for the older man that seemed to bloom the more you spent time with him.

"I'm gonna miss you," rich, nervous eyes flick momentarily from the waves to your stoic yet hopeful face. Your heart seizes as Javier continues and slowly rubs the top of his hand under his chin. "Miss you and your whole family."

There it is. The drop you've been waiting for.

Your eyes fall to the sand. The back of your throat suddenly sours with lament.

"You know, in another life," he offers gently, his voice breaks and abandons him, choosing to be swept out to sea by a salty breeze instead of admitting his true feelings.

"It's okay," you say softly, raising your head to meet his gaze with that wry smile he's come to love so much. "I get it."

Silence fills the sandy space between your two bodies as your coiled souls unravel. They slowly slip free from each other's embrace and sink into their familiar homes alone.

"Can we watch the sunset together, Gatita? One last time?"

"I'd like that."

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Javier Peña x f!reader | 550 words

inspired by my favorite gif. smooches to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 dividers by @saradika-graphics

tw: 18+ mdni, smut, horny!reader, Javi

MASTERLIST

You know you’re fucked.

With the way Javi’s looking at you, leaning against his desk, you don’t have a chance.

Everyone will notice your lust, your maddening attraction.

You clench your jaws, trying to control the reaction of your body to him and his dark gaze, playful but heavy, fixed on you. For now the others are distracted enough to miss the clear signs that you’re more than colleagues. But when they do. Fuck!

Why is he doing it?

Why is he looking at you like that?

His head tilt? He knows well what it does to you. It makes you, forces you to remember last night. He was watching you the same way, while your body was squirming on his bed, your fingers buried inside your sopping hole, deep to the knuckles, your thumb pressed to your thumping clit.

“Not yet, baby. I’ll tell you when.”

The memory of him controlling your pleasure floods your core with warm slick desire and you’re soaking your panties, while a subtle smile is dancing on Javi’s plush lips.

You take a deep breath, sitting very still. You know that every extra move will show how desperate you are for his touch. Your heart is beating fast, your brain is foggy with a heady mix of excitement and fear.

The smug curve of his brow boldly challenges you to act on your lustful urges. To break your cover. To show everyone how needy he’s making you. How much control he has over you.

If he told you to kneel in front of him, you wouldn’t hesitate. Damn, you’d crawl to him if he desired.

He would never do that though. He loves the risk too much, the need for the thrill is an integral part of his soul by now. So he continues playing with you because he knows you can take it.

It’s getting harder though. He makes your facade crumble little by little. Day by day. Just by resting his gaze on you like that. Just by being close. Just by being him.

You avert your glossy eyes, only for a second, as they’re always hungry for more. Every part of you demands to see him, feel him against your skin, tremble from his touch.

Javi’s clasped hands are resting just under the bulge in his jeans. You shouldn’t look there but a movement attracts your attention. He’s rubbing his thick thumbs against each other and your tongue darts out to wet your lower lip, as you’re dreaming of taking one of them into your mouth, sucking on it, drooling like a bitch in heat around it and then doing the same with his long cock.

You swallow loudly, wishing it wasn’t your saliva but his warm cum instead.

Javi chuckles, as if having read your mind, and you’re afraid of bursting into tears from how turned on you are. They already sting your eyes.

Your treacherous mind paints lewd pictures for you again and again. You’re splayed on the desk for him to use, while Javi’s languidly pumping his cock in preparation; he’s pressing you into the wooden surface, strong hand on the back of your neck holding you still, while his cock is massaging your walls with unyielding determination to make you scream his name.

You squeeze your eyes shut and breathe in deeply, drawing the images away, grasping at any resemblance of self control. Just a few hours of this torment and you’ll have him. Or rather he will have you.

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Pedro Pascal Spotted with Mystery Woman Named Y/N

Hollywood heartthrob Pedro Pascal, known for his roles in "The Mandalorian" "Narcos," and "The Last of Us," was recently spotted in Malta during filming Gladiator, Pascal’s upcoming film, with a mystery woman. The pair was seen enjoying each other's company while soaking up the sun on the beach.

Fans and paparazzi buzzed with speculation about the nature of Pascal's relationship with Y/N. Photos captured the duo laughing and sharing intimate moments, sparking rumors of a romance.

However, neither Pascal nor Y/N has commented on the nature of their connection leaving fans to speculate about their status.

The sight of Pascal cozying up to Y/N has ignited curiosity among fans eager to learn more about the mysterious woman in his company.

Social media has been flooded with questions and speculations with fans trying to uncover any clues about Y/N's identity and her relationship with the Sag actor.

While Pascal is known for keeping his personal life out of the spotlight, his appearance with Y/N has stirred up excitement among fans eager to learn more about the actor's relationship.