#Peña-Peck House

[rabbitcruiser]

St. Augustine was founded by Spanish admiral and Florida’s first governor, Pedro Menéndez de Avilés on September 8, 1565.

[notjustjavierpena]

just thinking about taking a late night bath with hubby when the kids are asleep. just intimate moments and quiet chats about nothing in particular. that man has rotted my brain

R&R

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Here you go, nonnie ❤️ Gave you smut too, whops

Summary: You return from an emergency at work to Javier who wants to spoil you.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic bliss, fluff, alcohol consumption, body insecurities, javi loves and worships his wife, kisses, rough passionate sex, dirty talk, light choking, multiple orgasms, siggy wrote doggy (an achievement), creampie, explicit description of come, hint at a breeding kink

Word count: 4.5k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59136853

R&R

You fall back against the door with a huff after entering your house late at night, sighing deeply while dragging your hands down over your face in exasperation. There’s the familiar prickling feeling in your nose as your body threatens to let tears fall from your eyes but you swallow thickly and try to focus on the comfort of being home. You hadn’t wanted to go into the office at this time of day but it had been an emergency meeting that meant you couldn’t be there for Lucas’ bedtime. 

As you undo your jacket, shrugging it off your shoulders, Javier enters the hallway. He is the only person you want to see right now, his mere presence easing your mind and body. 

“Where was the fire?” He asks, taking your jacket from your hands and hanging it up for you. 

“A project had fallen through today without the boss telling us,” you groan, not even thinking - like always, switching to autopilot - when you push yourself off the door to walk into Javier’s arms when he opens them for you. You mumble tiredly into his shoulder, “It’s going to delay my team’s progress for the next three weeks.”

“Your boss is a fucking idiot,” Javier thinks out loud. 

“I actually agree,” you laugh softly into his skin, and he turns his head to peck your cheek. There’s something so satisfying and sweet about coming home to someone who is your unwavering supporter, letting you vent about the messes that you reluctantly get involved in. 

However, it’s not what you want to talk about right now. Instead, there’s only one thing on your mind, “Is Lucas asleep? Was he a challenge without me here?”

Javier pulls back to look at you with an amused expression, “Luke’s fine, mi amor (my love). He’s been sleeping since 7:30.” 

You chew your bottom lip at hearing that he didn’t fuss about you not being there to put him to bed and kiss him goodnight. There’s a pang of frustration at not being needed, and your husband seems to notice it quickly. He continues, “But he did miss his mamá. He asked for you and I told him you’d come upstairs to say goodnight when you got home.”

You smile with slight relief, spurred on to finish taking off your outerwear and therefore going for your shoes so you can head upstairs to kiss your son on the forehead, “Really?”

“Sí, sin duda (yes, no doubt),” Javier tells you, sinking to his knees to help you remove your boots. He pats the leg that he wants you to lift, “And I thought of something.”

“Hm?” You hum, enjoying the warmth of his hand on your calf. 

“How about I open up a good bottle of wine and run you a bath?” He sweetly suggests, looking up at you from the floor in a way that makes your head spin. 

“Will my considerate husband join me?” You purr and run your fingers over his hair as you tower above him. 

He tilts his head back as you push his hair back and there’s almost a submissive glint in his eyes but then he slowly rises to his feet again, his hand skimming up the back of your leg as he does. He purrs right back at you, his lips close to yours and making you realize you haven’t kissed him in greeting, “If that makes my wife happy.”

“Very happy,” you press a lingering kiss to his lips which he gladly returns, making the feeling of the stress of tonight start to fade into the background already. 

“Go say goodnight to our son and I’ll get everything ready,” he whispers as he only pulls back an inch. 

You smile as you feel him hold onto you until his hand is forced to fall to his side, then feel him watching you ascend the stairs to the bedrooms upstairs. He looks at you until you have left his line of view, then heads to the kitchen.

You can hear him take wine glasses out of the kitchen cabinet as you open the door to Lucas’ room gently so it doesn’t creak. You find your son sleeping on his side in the soft glow of his nightlight, facing the door with his blanket still tucked around his torso.

You tiptoe over to his bed, watching the way his mouth hangs open as he snores ever so slightly before crouching down to kiss his forehead. Lucas stirs slightly, his eyes fluttering open just a crack.

“Mamá?” He mumbles in a sleepy whisper.

“I’m here, mijo (my son),” you whisper back, brushing a strand of hair away from his face so you can kiss him there a few times more, “I just wanted to say goodnight.”

“I miss you,” his tiny voice melts your heart, his language still not grammatically advanced yet. 

“I missed you too, baby,” you smile softly, “Go back to sleep, okay? I’ll be here tomorrow. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mamá,” he is already drifting off, eyes blinking slowly as he struggles to stay awake. You run your hand over his hair one last time before leaving the room, closing the door with a quiet click.

You find Javier just outside, him not having wanted to disturb your moment, “He okay?”

“Missed his mommy,” you tell him with a pleased smile as you walk into his arms like earlier.

“Daddy missed Mommy too,” he kisses your cheek. 

“My boys need to learn how to share,” you pull back, grinning at him because of the dirty intention behind Javier’s nickname for himself. You feel his hand rest on your back for a moment only to slide down to pat your ass. You bat it away with a tut.

“We’re already so good at it,” he insists and starts to guide you further down the hallway, the smell of lavender becoming stronger with each step. The hand stays on the small of your back, “Come on.”

When he opens the door to the bathroom, the tub is steaming into the dimly lit room and looks so inviting that your shoulders slump. There’s the baby monitor and an open bottle of wine on the sink counter, which you recognize as one of the more expensive bottles that you’ve had for a while; Javier hadn’t been joking when he said a good bottle. 

He pours you a glass while you slip out of your clothes, and you watch him undress too with a little smile while sipping the red liquid. 

“You did all of this in the few minutes I was in Luke’s room?” You ask as he eventually stands naked in front of you as well. 

“Doesn’t take that long,” he shrugs. He clinks his own glass against yours. “A toast to incompetent bosses.”

“Ugh,” you groan, already stepping over the edge of the bathtub. Javier follows behind, stopping you when you want to sit opposite of him in the water. 

You sigh as Javier guides you to lay down against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around your waist after he has taken a sip of his wine and placed the glass on the widest part of the edge of the tub. He kisses your shoulder tenderly, rubbing off the red stains made by his lips afterward. 

“I’m sorry for leaving you alone tonight,” you say quietly after a few moments of simply enjoying the warm water lapping at your body, the bubbles sitting around your breasts like you’ve seen in many romantic movies. Javier rests his palm on your stomach. 

“Sorry for what?” He questions without judgment and moves his hand across your belly in a soothing gesture, “Are you not home now?”

“You know what I mean,” you place your hand on top of his and take a sip of your own wine, swallowing what feels like a life-saving drink, before setting down the glass next to your husband’s, “I just hate missing out on Lucas’ bedtime. I know you’ve got everything under control, but… I don’t know. I just want to be there for him so he doesn’t forget me.”

“Forget you? You’re being silly now, baby, eres su mamá (you’re his mom). He asked about you. I told him you’d be home soon, and he smiled his big toothy grin,” he reassures and holds you a little tighter against his chest.

“Stop,” you drag out the word, “You’re making me jealous of you getting him all to yourself.” 

“You still get baby-jealous of me?” Javier seems puzzled by this.

“All the time,” you groan and reach for your wine again, knowing it’s irrational, “I want you to hold him too but that’s my baby. I can’t believe how much I miss him when I don’t spend every goddamn second with him.”

“Even when he begs for pancakes ten minutes straight?” You can hear the smirk on his face. 

“Try half an hour,” you reply with a chuckle. 

“Shit,” Javier laughs and you can feel his chest vibrate behind you as he does it. You turn your head to look up at him with your own grin, and he dips down for a lingering kiss that turns into a few tender pecks. God, you love this man so much that it is ridiculous and he does whatever he can to make you feel better. 

“Although,” you continue as you return to your previous position of lying against him, “No more pancakes for me. My thighs have doubled in size since Lucas was born.”

“What are you talking about?” Javier tuts. 

“You’ve got two working eyes,” you tell him while bitterly taking a sip of your drink, “I can barely fit into my jeans anymore with these thighs.”

“God, you should stop saying stuff like that if you don’t want me to imagine your jeans bursting at the seams. I might not be able to handle that,” he teases, both hands going down your belly to lay flat on top of your thighs. He jiggles the flesh slightly, making the water slosh against the edges of the bathtub, “You think I don’t want you every time I see you in those jeans?”

“You’re exaggerating,” you pout and nestle into him. 

“No estoy exagerando. Eres tan sexy (I’m not exaggerating. You’re so sexy), and your body is just proof of how fucking tough it is,” he rubs his hands up and down your thighs, massaging gently, “So what if you allow yourself some pancakes once in a while? You’ve given birth to our son.”

You feel another protest bubble up in your throat but it fades from your mind when Javier kisses your neck gently. Instead, you sigh gently, “Thank you… You know how to make me feel beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, esposa (wife),” he insists and takes your wineglass from you to place it back on the edge of the tub. He wraps both his arms around your torso and arms, trapping you against his chest and holding you tightly, “You shouldn’t allow the stress of today to let you talk about yourself like that.”

“Then let us talk about something else,” you protest his squeezing touch at first but then relax, melting into him and resting your head on his shoulder. His chest rises and falls steadily behind you, and his cheek presses against yours. You close your eyes to enjoy the moment, feeling the warm water gently sway in the tub and hearing the bubbles crackle quietly around your body. 

You talk about little things; about Lucas’ new favorite book, about what you should have for dinner tomorrow, about the funny thing your colleague said at work. The conversation drifts back and forth lazily, like the water around you, and before you know it, wine glasses have been emptied and refilled, and an hour has passed, making the world feel a little bit brighter, a little bit softer.

“Even better,” he says softly as the conversation comes to a natural halt, “How about that for the last few minutes, we just lay here together and don’t talk? Not about stress, not about work, not about what we’re doing tomorrow.”

“You love talking about work,” you argue teasingly. 

“Shh…” He shushes you playfully, pressing his nose into your cheek and blowing a raspberry. You follow orders with a theatrical sigh but finally, relax fully and let your mind drift to comfortable nothingness. You listen to him breathe quietly, hearing him occasionally drinking his wine until he has finished the second glass and is pressing lazy kisses to the parts of your skin that he can reach. 

“See?” He says after what feels like an eternity, “Isn’t this nice?”

“We’re turning into prunes,” you mumble because you’ve been close to drifting off from the soothing warmth of the wine and the water. You cover his hand with your own, yawning towards the ceiling. 

“I don’t want you catching a chill either,” he replies while reluctantly letting go of you so you can rise to your feet and step out of the bathtub. It takes you a moment to pull yourself together to actually do it. 

He follows a moment later and the best part of your night becomes the comfortable silence that occurs when you enjoy the sight of each other as you dry yourselves off, Javier draining the tub and reassuring you that the cleanup can wait until tomorrow. 

There’s electricity in the room as you move around each other, and the way that Javier talked about your body earlier is still lingering in the air. It’s there in the back of your mind with every look, every smile, and every brush of your skin as he passes you while getting ready for bed. In the end, you confront him about it, playing at the subtlety of his actions.

“You’re thinking about something,” you note while moving into the bedroom next door, not in your pajamas yet. You walk to the dresser in the room, opening the right drawer that has your underwear, and feeling the anticipation of his reply. When he follows you into the bedroom, you’re holding your breath. 

“I’m thinking about you,” he murmurs with a small smile. It’s the simplicity of his answer that heats up your thighs, the fact that it is nothing grand and dramatic but enough to tell you that he thinks you are the most desirable woman out there. When you reach for a pair of panties, he lays a hand on top of your wrist, “Don’t.” 

You let him twirl you around to face him, sleepily leaning into him while he moves in for a long, slow kiss that releases some of the tension in the air. You sigh against his mouth and link your arms around his neck, feeling like everything has led up to this since you stepped inside your shared home. 

He has his hands on your waist when he deepens the kiss, taking your breath from your lungs as he kneads the flesh in his hands. You let warmth settle in your belly, let shivers run down your spine.

Suddenly, he pulls back from your mouth. He says nothing as he reaches for your shoulders and gently guides you to turn your back to him. You shiver in anticipation, even more when his hands travel down to rest on your hips and he ushers you towards the bed. 

You kneel on it as you reach the edge, crawling forward until you’re in the center of it. Despite losing his touch for a brief second, it’s worth missing him for just a few moments when you feel the weight of his body making the mattress dip.

He crawls up behind you, still silent as he moves, radiating soothing warmth from your bath together and smelling like the lavender bubbles. You gasp when he gets close, his broad chest grazing your back and his hard cock poking into your ass. 

He rests his hands on your hips. You lean back into him, craning your neck so he can kiss you over your shoulder. He still tastes like wine as he captures your mouth, the hands on your hips tightening their grip slightly. You lay your palms on top of them, kissing him back with increasing impatience. 

“I want you,” you whisper against his mouth and let one hand wander back to squeeze his hip. You can feel him smearing precome on your skin, probably aching as much as you to have it, “Please, Javi.”

“Shh,” he coos, his head descending to kiss your neck in a trail up and down the most sensitive part, “Sé que es difícil, pero tienes que tener paciencia (I know it’s hard but you gotta have patience).” 

You spread your knees a bit more, the hand on Javier’s hip coming back to lay on your thigh to keep your balance, “Fuck me.”

“No, pretty mamá. Fuck me what?” He taunts you but you smile to yourself as one of his hands leaves your body and you hear shuffling behind you. 

“Fuck me please,” you groan a little too loudly anyway. 

“Turn down the volume,” he commands while he nibbles on your neck, nose following side-by-side with the trail of spit that’s already made by him, “You have a 19-months-old who hasn't disturbed us all evening.” 

You suddenly feel his cock between your legs and it makes the snappy retort you want to make die in your throat. The head breaches you and you’re worked up enough to let him come inside if he wants. Your head falls forward as he fills you up, stretching your walls that are soaked despite how he has not played with your cunt tonight. It’s the warm water that has relaxed you, the atmosphere too, and it’s the way he can kiss you wet and ready within a brief minute. 

The both of you pant as he sheaths himself fully inside of you, spearing you on him until his thighs rest against the back of your trembling ones. Just before he moves, you feel brave enough to let go of the top of your thigh to slip your hand down between your legs. 

Javier moans in your ear as you begin by feeling where the two of you are connected, your hole stretched around his generous girth. You know he is struggling not to move because he is breathing hard behind you, letting you indulge in this filthy act as you get used to him being inside of you. 

“Mamácita,” he borders on begging. 

“Move,” you allow him by commanding him. 

He pulls out only a little before he rocks his hips into you again, filling you to the brim once more. You bite down on your lip to stifle your relieved whimper, it taking only a few thrusts for you to settle into a rhythm with him. 

As he fucks you, you keep your balance with the help of him, his arm coming around your body so he can splay a palm on your heaving chest. You lay your free hand on top of his, curling your fingers around his fingers while the bed creaks below you and you nearly manage to keep quiet all the way through. 

“Baby,” you screw your eyes shut as he goes harder and makes you see stars behind your eyelids. Your noises climb in pitch, turning into pathetic whines as you start rubbing your clit to get off. However, Javier slaps the hand you still have between your legs away. 

“I don’t want you doing any work. This pussy is mine to treat,” he growls quietly behind you and presses two fingers down on your clit, hard and aching for attention. He goes in circular motions, gradually speeding up his pace to get you to orgasm. 

“Fuck,” you cry out and throw your head back to rest it on his shoulder, exposing the column of your neck to make it almost too easy for him. The hand on your chest goes upward, a gentle squeeze to your throat making an even louder moan impossible to breathe. 

You take the hint. He doesn’t squeeze anymore, simply keeping his fingers around your neck like a necklace as a lewd warning while he repeatedly sinks deeply into your cunt with his maddening skill that has your pleasure peaking rapidly. 

“Gonna—“

“I know,” he pants but doesn’t slow the powerful pace that makes his cock move inside of you just like he knows you love it, “Shh…”

“Kiss me, I— I can’t keep quiet,” you sob at the continuous onslaught. You’re soaking his cock and balls in your slick, the squelch of your wet walls sounding obscene in the otherwise quiet room. It gets even worse when you come, fast and hard with a sharp intake of air that you lose again the second he kisses your open mouth. 

It is so intense; the continuing stab of your g-spot, the way the pads of his fingers move on your clit just right, and how he doesn’t stop even as your orgasm ebbs out and leaves you a sensitive mess. You hadn’t planned on it being this sinful tonight, had just expected slow and sensual but as he makes your eyes water, you know it had been his plan all along. 

Your thighs tremble when he forces you to come again, squeezing around his dick until you can hear his own breathing switch to something more desperate. You reach behind yourself to grab at his hip, moving your hand even further back to pull him into you by his ass. He gets the point, releases your mouth, and moves the hand between your legs to your shoulder to push you forward. 

When you are resting on your forearm and gripping the sheets, your other hand still rests on his backside. You urge him to fuck you more by pulling him again to which he responds by pounding you greedily into the mattress. 

Your body writhes as he does, twisting and struggling to take him after coming twice in a row but you can’t stop yourself from wanting to feel him finish inside of you. It’s enough to make you bite the bedsheets, keening as he gives you those last few pushes of his cock. 

He comes with a low, guttural groan of your name, body going rigid behind you until you feel the warmth of his seed spread inside of you. It makes you whine in satisfaction, pushing back against him so it goes as far into you as possible before he is soft. 

“Shit,” he hisses at the sensitivity, “Stop.”

Both your hands rest in front of you now. A string of saliva still connects you to the sheets as you let go with your mouth, “Didn’t expect you to lose it enough to finish in me.”

“Mentirosa (Liar),” he gives a breathless chuckle, reaching for the base of his cock to carefully pull out. You earn a smack to your ass and the both of you make a noise in unison, even more when a dribble of come slides down your slick folds and drips from your clit. Javier swears under his breath, “You want another baby, huh, mi amor (my love)?”

“Would it hurt?” You ask, collapsing flat onto your front and looking back over your shoulder in your post-orgasmic bliss. You smile sweetly, spreading your legs a little wider to allow him to see his load stain the sheets. 

“Is this really how we have that conversation? When it might have already happened?” He lets out a theatrical sigh, his gaze resting between your legs even as he kneels to rake his fingers down your spine. He rubs the small of your back. 

“You’re more agreeable after sex,” you say with a twinkle in your eye and wiggle your hips to give him a little show, “I know when to ask for what I want, and I want a sibling for Lucas while he is still little. It’ll be good for him.” 

“I’ll give you as many babies as you like,” Javier bends down to kiss the skin of your back, nose between your shoulder blades. You are salty with sweat, probably have beads of it at the base of your spine, and sigh deeply at the loving touch of his mouth. 

You arch into the kiss that he plants right below your hairline, “I’m not just messing with you, baby. I want a family with you.”

Javier tenses up at that but the air in the room doesn’t change. He loves it when you say things like that, and it makes his hand still on your back which burns slightly from his warm touch. After a second more, he shifts to lay beside you, propping himself up on one elbow so he can see you better. You turn your head to the side, your cheek resting against the cool sheets. 

“I mean it,” you say softly. “Another baby… I think I’m ready. If you are.”

“You’re serious about this,” he says into the room, not quite a question but close enough for you to answer it like one.

“I am,” you scoot closer, trying to push down the distracting urge to go clean up when this starts to turn into a profound conversation.

He studies your face, searching your eyes as if trying to see how deep this desire runs. You hold his gaze, letting him see your sincerity. Finally, he smiles softly and leans down to peck your lips a few times, “You know I can never say no to you.”

You grin, so much for profound, “That’s because you know I’m right.”

He snorts and rolls his eyes. He reaches out to give your ass a playful smack, “Yeah yeah. Happy wife, happy life. Now go wash up, I can see you want to.”

“You need to shower too and I’ll change the sheets when you do,” you tell him as you crawl off the bed, halfway to the master bathroom when you continue, “I don’t want your dick in my new sheets.” 

When he doesn’t respond immediately, you peek back at him from the bathroom door. He has turned onto his back, resting on both his elbows and sporting a smile that he didn’t think you would see. He looks at you when he notices you, his chest practically aglow with happiness. 

“¿Otro bebé, eh? (Another baby, huh?)” He watches you rest against the doorframe, gorgeous as ever when he is completely naked and happy. 

“I know you love making them, that’s why I thought you would be onboard,” you joke with the same kind of smile on your lips. 

“Onboard? Mi amor (my love), I’m the captain of this ship,” he winks, “And ready to set sail whenever you want.”

“Good because I don’t want you only at half-mast,” you wave your hand dismissively while Javier laughs in a way that has your heartbeat racing in your chest, feeling high school again, “Too many sea jokes.” 

“I fucking love you,” he still laughs. 

“I love you too,” you say softly and close the door.

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

Happy Halloween, I can't stop thinking about how freaking adorable the Peña's would be all dressed up in their costumes 😭🥺

Like, one year, Osita has the idea to dress all the girls up in little cow outfits because all the girls have inherited Javi's big, brown, baby cow eyes. The girls are totally on board because they love Abuelo Chucho's cows, and it's an easy costume for Javi and Osita because they both go as farmers.

Javi won't stop asking Osita to consider changing her mind to also go as a cow, and proceeds to make non-stop jokes under his breath the entire time they're out trick-or-treating about trying to milk her.

"Man, would be way easier to squeeze those utters if you were dressed as a cow instead of a farmer."

"I hope there's some milk left for me later when I get home, I'm SO thirsty."

As they're walking from house to house, Javi's holding Lucy's hand with Elliot hoisted up on top of his shoulders and Osita's got baby Harper in the stroller they've decorated to look like a barn.

Lucy overhears one of Javi's jokes and asks, "Daddy, why do you keep asking Mommy about milk?"

Javi and Osita are both trying to keep from bursting out into laughter while their faces turn red from embarrassment, Javi pulling it together enough to sputter out, "I just really love milk. Especially Mommy's mi-"

"Javi!"

He doesn't even apologize, he just snickers to himself while she gives him the look and rolls her eyes, but how could she be mad at that stupid boyish grin he's got plastered across his face.

After they're home and put the girls to bed, they get first dibs on their favorite candy from the pumpkin buckets their daughters were supposed to carry all night (two houses in, Javi ends up carrying all of them).

When they're getting ready to go to sleep, Osita's purposely strolling around in nothing but Javi's flannel that she borrowed from his closet for her farmer costume. Javi pulls her into bed, the two of them nothing but giggles and smiles as she straddles over his hips, leaning down to give him a kiss.

"You know," he whispers between the ticklish kisses he's pecking all over her, "We could try add another baby cow to the farm. The girls were all so fucking cute in those costumes, imagine how cute one more would be."

"You just want another baby so you can keep using your stupid milk jokes on me, Jav." You sass, tilting your head at him.

"Worked enough to get us to three kids, whose to say it won't work to get us number four? Besides, eres mi vaca favorita, baby. (you're my favorite cow)."

thanks @itsokbbygrl and @ovaryacted for the Javi halloween thots 🥺🐮

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Peña’s Anatomy, Chapter Seventeen:

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

rating: E (18+ ONLY, this one is just fluff and smut yall, food play?, body worship??, oral (m&f rec), fingering, unprotected piv, Javi has a mouth on him)

wc: 5k

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Two Months Later

“Jav!” you called from the kitchen, your eyes locked on the veggies you were chopping for tonight’s Thanksgiving dinner you and Javier were hosting. Tonight was a big deal not only because of the holiday, but because this marked Mickey’s first outing since recovering from her surgery and you and Javi’s first ever big holiday together. You had your shifts for the week covered by a coworker and Javi had taken the week off solely because the thought of you at home—in bed—without him sounded like torture.

Rounding the corner from the living room, Javi walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Yea, bebita?”

“Can you baste the turkey?” You set your knife down and turned your head and pecked his cheek. “Pretty please?”

“One condition,” he said, resting his hands on your hips so that he could turn you to face him, pinning you between his body and the counter. He brought his lips close to yours, smiling at the way you leaned forward to seek them out. “Gotta give me a real kiss.”

You grinned and crossed your arms over his shoulders, pulling him even closer as your lips molded together.

“Gotta get my fill before everyone gets here,” he mumbled as he pecked your lips. “Matter of fact—“ He pulled away to look down at his watch, finding that the two of you had at least another hour before anyone dared to show up. “Why don’t we go kill some time in the bedroom?”

“I have a feast to prepare,” you chuckled, lifting your hand to cover his mouth as he leaned in for another persuasive kiss.

“Can I at least have a little appetizer while you work?” he asked, flickering his eyes down to your lower half.

“Javi,” you laughed, playfully pushing him away. “We both know I can’t multitask while you’re doing that.”

“Because I’m so good at it?” he smiled, walking over to the oven to baste the turkey like you asked.

“And so humble,” you snarked.

“So what’s on the menu for tonight besides my beautiful turkey?” he said, his eyes focused on the slowly goldening skin of the turkey he’d insisted on being in charge of preparing.

“Mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, some roasted veggies, sweet potato casserole—“

“Oh,” he moaned at the mention of your world famous sweet potato casserole that you made for him for the first time last month. “Can you make extra of that? I want leftovers of the leftovers of the leftovers, bebita.”

You smiled at his enthusiasm, and nudged your head towards the fridge.

“Look in there and tell me if that’s enough,” you said.

Javi finished basting the turkey and tucked it back into the oven before heading over to the fridge and opening it to find two large rectangular pans of the casserole that you’d prepped the night before.

“God, I’ve never loved you more.”

After two hours of working on the feast, 2 p.m. rolled around and the first of your guests arrived at your door.

“Hey!” You greeted Mickey with a tight hug as though you hadn’t seen her in months when in reality you’d just been over to visit her last week. “How’re you feeling?”

“Really good, actually. The incisions have finally healed, the baby is doing good, I’ve got full range of motion in my neck again, and…” she said, smiling widely as she slowly lifted her left hand to show off the diamond on her ring finger, effectively causing your jaw to drop to the ground.

“Holy shit—“ Javi said, finally meeting you at the door. “That’s, uh…congrats, Mick.”

You turned to him with a suspicious look, unsure of why he looked pale as a ghost but chose to drop it in favor of getting the full engagement story from Mickey.

“Come inside and tell me everything, I’m stunned,” you said, pulling Mickey into the house with your arm looped around hers.

“It was pretty low key. Rich took me out to dinner a few nights ago to celebrate my recovery, or so I thought, and long story short, he proposed and I wanted to wait to tell you in person—“

“Congratu-fucking-lations, Mick,” you gushed, squeezing her arm. “He’s got great taste.”

“I doubt he actually picked it out,” Javi said, inserting himself into the conversation, earning a glare from you.

“Well, he’s the one who paid for it, all that matters to me,” Mickey quipped.

“Is Richard coming tonight?” you asked, leading her into the kitchen.

“No, he’s stuck at the hospital,” she frowned. “It’s his first shift back since my surgery, and honestly I didn’t understand you and Javi wanting to be around each other all the time until now. Now, it feels so weird to be somewhere without him.”

“Aw, she has a heart,” you teased.

Mickey glanced over her shoulder to check for Javi’s presence, finding him out in the backyard smoking a cigarette while McCartney ran around in the leaves.

“Speaking of Javi…is he in a bad mood or something?” she asked. “What was all that about?”

“I don’t know!” you whispered enthusiastically. “He’s been totally normal, maybe even a little extra-lovey dovey. I don’t know why he’s suddenly so…weird.”

“Well, you did say he wanted to propose.”

“You don’t think—“

“I think me and Richard accidentally stole his thunder,” she said, wincing.

“He wouldn’t propose to me in front of people,” you countered. “I’ve made myself clear on that point.”

“Well, I can’t think of anything else. Unless he’s secretly been in love with me this whole time and just got his heart broken,” she joked.

“That’s a good point. Does Richard eat ass? Javi eats ass. You might want to reconsider your decision,” you played along as you stirred the stuffing in a big pot.

“You know, Richard doesn’t go…down,” she blurted, earning a gasp.

“You don’t mean—“

“Yep,” she nodded. “But surprisingly, he gets the job done without it.”

You winced, shaking your head. “Everytime I learn something new about Dick Mann, I regret it.”

The sliding glass patio door opening signaled Javi’s entrance to the house, his scowl on unabashedly as he walked into the kitchen, smelling like smoke, to grab a rare beer for himself.

“Jav?” you called carefully, earning his eyes on yours. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, though the dryness in his tone did little to persuade you.

“You sure? You look a little—“

“I’m fine, bebita,” he assured, walking over to press a kiss on your cheek. “Sorry I smell like smoke.”

“You wear it well,” you said, reaching to pinch his chin. “When’s your dad getting here?”

“I get to meet Peña Sr.?” Mickey interjected with a playful smile.

“He’s supposed be here any second—“

The doorbell rang as if on cue.

“I’ll get it,” Javi said, giving you one more peck before walking off to the front door.

“Is he like…is he like Javi? Brooding and grumpy?” Mickey asked in a whisper, making you smile.

“Javi’s not like that,” you argued playfully. “But yeah, Chucho and Javi are pretty similar. Chucho’s a little more friendly, I’d say.”

“Mija,” Chucho walked in with a hobble, resting on his cane as he made his way to you to give you a quick hug. “Smells good in here.”

“Thank you,” you smiled before gesturing at Mickey. “This is my friend Mickey.”

“Ah, the walking miracle,” he said, hobbling over to give her a handshake. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling much better, thank you,” she smiled. “Which one of these two broke HIPAA to tell you?”

“Javi,” he replied, selling out his sim instantly.

“You weren’t my client anymore,” Javi defended himself as he walked in. “Makes it a little better.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to sue you, Dr. Peña,” she said. “Although, judging by your house, I think you could survive it.”

“Oh! Speaking of fancy things, guess who finally got a car,” you said, smiling proudly.

“Is it here?” Mickey sprung up from her seat at the island.

“No, it’s still at the dealership because Javi insisted I needed to upgrade the tires and stereo—“

“You did,” he said. “Better to get it done now by the dealership than to have a mechanic upcharge you later.”

“What did you get, Mija?” Chucho asked, accepting a beer from Javi.

“I got a Honda,” you replied. “Nothing too fancy, but fancy by my standards.”

“I tried to convince her to get a Volvo or something like that, but—“

“But I’m not an attending yet and can’t afford car payment,” you reasoned.

“And she refuses to let me help,” he lovingly scolded, making eyes at you from across the room.

“I offered to by his truck—“

“That old thing?” Chucho asked, chuckling at the mere thought. “

“That’s what I said,” Javi agreed.

The doorbell ringing again signaled the arrival of your next set of guests: Connie, Steve, and their daughter Olivia.

“Y’all ain’t got the game on?” Steve asked as he got settled in the living room with Olivia and her toys, Javi and Chucho joining them while you stayed in the kitchen with Connie and Mickey to finish off dinner.

“Oh my god!” Connie squealed at the sight of Mickey’s ring before pulling her into the living room with her. “Steve, look at this rock on Mickey’s finger.”

Now all alone, your guests busy with conversation on the football game blaring on your living room TV, Javi snuck his way into the kitchen to join you for a moment of privacy.

“Hey,” he said, sticking his hands in his front pockets. “I wanted to talk about why I got so…weird about Mickey’s ring—“

“Oh no, are you actually in love with her?” you joked.

“What? God, no. No, I just…” He sighed, shaking his head with an embarrassed smile on his face. “I went ring shopping.”

“Oh?” you tried to veil your inner glee at the news.

“And I landed on one. Then, like an idiot, I showed Steve and Mann a picture of it, and—“

“Oh,” you said, meeting his eyes. “Javi, was that—“

“He stole my fucking ring,” he sighed and then chuckled. “I know it’s stupid, but I put a lot of thought and research into the perfect fucking ring for you, only to see it on Mickey’s finger at the door, and I just—“

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, walking over to him to slide your arms around his waist, your head resting on his chest.

“I had to smoke a cigarette to chill the fuck out about it,” he admitted, wrapping his arms around you.

“Jav, you could give me a ring-pop and I’d think it’s the most beautiful thing in the entire fucking world,” you said, lifting your head to look up at him. “Don’t put so much pressure on yourself.”

“I know, I just want it to be perfect,” he mumbled shyly, bringing an adoring smile to your face. You lifted your hand up to rest on his cheek, your thumb swiping over the coarse hair at the corner of his lips.

“Javi, I already have the most perfect thing in the world right here.” Javi leaned in for a slow kiss, each swipe of his lips and tongue against yours lighting sparks of arousal deep in your stomach, forcing you to pull away from him with a chuckle. “You’re going to distract me.”

“You’re always distracting me,” he said, brushing his thumbs over your hips. “Meet me in the bathroom for a quickie?”

“Can’t,” you smirked. “Dinner’s done.”

With everyone's stomachs stuffed full of turkey and stuffing and everything deliciously bad for the human heart, you sent them all off with a plate of leftovers aside from Chucho who was staying the night.

Your feet were sore from standing on them all day, and since Javi had already put away all the leftovers and stuffed the dishwasher full of every dirty dish in the house, you found yourself laying across the sectional with your feet in Javi’s lap, his hands working away every ache while he and Chucho poked fun at the fact that you were already forcing them into watching Elf.

“The holiday isn’t over yet, mija,” Chucho said, tipping his beer back for a sip.

“Shh, just pretend it’s midnight,” you replied, your voice thick with exhaustion.

“Yeah, pops. Best if we just go along with it, otherwise it’ll just get worse,” he teased, shooting you a playful look.

You were too busy admiring him to come up with any sort of clever response, his tousled hair, unbuttoned jeans, navy blue sweater and strong hands making it hard to pay attention to anything but him.

“You sleepy?” he asked, running his hand along your shin soothingly, as if he had no clue of the dirty thoughts starting to whirl around in your mind.

“Yeah, I should probably go to bed,” you said, hoping that he could pick up on things without you needed to tell him.

“Well, if she’s going to bed, you and I can watch that Western I was telling you about,” Chucho said. Javi’s eyes softly closed shut, as if he was gathering his patience.

“How about we watch it tomorrow, pops? I’m exhausted—“

“Yeah right,” Chucho chuckled, looking at the two of you suspiciously before standing up. “Thank god the guest room’s on the other side of the house.”

“Good night, Chucho!” you called, wincing in embarrassment at the way he saw right through you and Javi.

“Good night, mija. Good night, Javi.”

“Night,” Javi called back before turning to you with a chuckle. “I didn’t even realize you were trying to fool around. I really thought we were gonna go to bed.”

“Your dad picked up on it easily enough.” Javi laughed again and nodded before shifting on the couch to crawl on top of you, your thighs parting to welcome him. You admired him for a minute as he hovered above you, your fingers carding through his hair. “I love you like this.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “You just look very cozy and at home.”

“I am cozy and at home,” he said. “And stuffed full of your sweet potato casserole.”

“Was it good?”

“Not nearly as good as what I’m craving right now,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your jaw. You giggled, pushing him away so that you could speak.

“Maybe we should take this into the bedroom seeing as we have a guest,” you said, trailing your hands up underneath his sweater to feel the smooth, warm expanse of his stomach. Javi rested his forehead against yours and sighed contently at your touch, his hips pressing into yours.

“Yeah, let’s go while I can still think straight,” Javi rasped, lifting himself off of you and tugging you onto your feet, walking you around the corner and down the hallway to the bedroom with his hand clasped with yours. The minute he opened the door, he had you pressed against it, his mouth on yours while one hand pinned both of yours to the cool wood. “I wanna try something tonight.”

“W-what?” you managed, still breathless from his kiss.

“Nothing too crazy,” he smiled. “Go lay down, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you replied with a hesitant chuckle, watching him from over your shoulder as he walked out of the room and down the hall towards the kitchen. Stripping out of your clothes, you rested yourself in the middle of the bed on your side, playfully replicating Burt Reynold’s iconic centerfold.

When Javi returned, he carried a can of the whipped cream you used for the pumpkin pie earlier, a grin on his face as he took you in.

“Waiting for your cover shot?” he asked, setting the whipped cream on the nightstand so that he could strip out of his own clothes. “Actually—“

“What?” you giggled, watching his bare ass as he walked over to his closet to grab his polaroid camera. “No, I’m bloated and—“

“Shut your pretty mouth,” he ordered with a smile, holding the camera up to his eye. “Smile, baby.”

You begrudgingly obliged, resting your hand over your stomach to try and hide the swell of it, but Javi sucked his teeth in response.

“Move that out of the way,” he commanded, waving his hand at you. “It’s ruining the shot.”

“Javi,” you laughed. “My stomach is ruining the shot.”

“Do I have to put something in your mouth to stop ridiculous shit like that from coming out?” he asked. “You’re beautiful. I love you like this.”

Suddenly, it all clicked for you. You loved Javi the most when he was undone and comfortable and satisfied, why wouldn’t he feel the same towards you?

“I love you,” you said, moving your arm to give him the shot he wanted now that your insecurities seemed to vanish. Clicking the camera, he lowered it from his eye and set it down on the nightstand to let the polaroid develop while he climbed onto the bed and rolled you over onto your back.

“I love you,” he replied, sitting back on his ankles between your open thighs, his hands smoothing over the inside of them. “And I can’t wait to fucking suffocate between your thighs. That’s my ideal way to go, I think.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you chuckled, reaching to grab his neck to tug him down to your lips, his hands holding him up as his tongue swiped across yours, his cock slowly sliding over your folds pulling a moan from his chest.

“Fuck,” he hissed as the head of it caught your entrance. “You’re distracting me from my plans.”

“Then hurry up and get on with them,” you purred, lightly scratching the baby hairs at the nape of his neck.

Javi let out a puff of amusement and kissed your lips one more time before making his way down your jaw and neck, giving ample attention to that sensitive spot you love for him to nip at. You felt him reaching over for the whipped cream before he pulled away completely, popping the lid off the can and shaking it in his hand.

“You’re already sweet, but I figure since it’s a holiday and you made me wait so long for dessert, I should treat myself,” he said, smirking as he pressed the nozzle over the stiffened peaks of your nipples, creating two messy dollops of whipped cream over them. “Look at you…”

You batted your eyes at him as you used a finger to scoop up some of the cream, wrapping your lips around it and sucking it clean with an exaggerated pop just to feel his cock twitch between your thighs.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned, lowering his tongue to the half-cleaned mountain of whipped cream to get a taste for himself. Your breath hitched as you watched him greedily clean up the mess he created, sucking your peak into his mouth while his eyes locked with yours.

“Fuck, Jav,” you moaned, the softness of his tongue against your sensitive skin giving your brain a rush of dopamine.

Javier’s hand spread wide over your stomach and ribs, warming your skin up as he licked a trail over to your other breast to give it the same slow, teasing treatment. Bringing the can back, he drew a straight line from your sternum down to your belly button and used wet, messy kisses to clean off the cream before licking a broad stripe back up to your neck. You caught him while he was still close enough to kiss and pulled him in, licking over the excess sweetness on his lips and tongue before using all your strength to roll him over onto his back so that you could have your turn at worshiping him.

“What are you doing?” Javi laughed, resting his hands on the top of your thighs as you drew a heart with the whipped cream over his broad chest.

“You got to have dessert, why can’t I?” you purred, lowering your tongue slowly to the cream while he watched you with a slack jaw. You traced the heart with your tongue and kissed away any remainders before scooting lower on the mattress until your lips were pressing teasingly chaste kiss to the underside of his cock that rested against his stomach.

“Baby, fuck,” Javi moaned, using one hand to cradle your face. Drawing a line of whipped cream from the head to his balls, Javi waited with bated breath for you to clean it all up, your lust-drunk eyes locked on his as you started at his balls. He hissed in pleasure as you sucked each of them into your mouth at a time before letting them go with a pop to focus on his shaft. Spreading your tongue flat and wide, you slowly licked his shaft clean of any of the sweet, airy cream before gripping him at his base and taking the head into your mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

“You taste so good,” you purred as you let him go to stroke him in your palm.

“Baby, I want to taste you,” he begged, giving you those round eyes of his that always got him his way.

“Then come get it,” you taunted, prompting him to practically throw you onto your back, the mattress bouncing from the force as you giggled at his display of strength until you felt his tongue flatten over your folds. “Oh, shit, Javi.”

“Not laughing now, are you?” he smirked, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before going back to your cunt, his tongue working you up slowly and gently until he decided your clit was ready for some attention. Your fingers gripped his cropped hair to hold him against you, giving him little room to breathe, not that he minded in the slightest.

“Right fucking there, baby,” you purred, locking eyes with him from across the expanse of your body. “Don’t stop.”

“Sweeter than the whipped cream,” he mumbled, kissing your clit before sucking it into his mouth until your thighs were shaking.

“Fuck, Javi…you’re perfect,” you moaned, letting your head fall back against the mattress. “Want your fingers.”

“Yeah?” he rasped, his tone teasing. “How many, baby? One?” Your breath hitched as he slipped his pointer finger inside of you, slowly working you open until he was hooking it up towards your favorite spot. “Two?” He added another and earned a wanton mewl that you quickly silenced with your hand over your mouth, your brows scrunched in pleasure at the thick width of his skillful fingers. “Can you take three?”

“Yes, fuck, please,” you managed, spreading your legs even wider out of sheer need to let him take all of you, whatever he wanted.

Javier’s thick fingers curved into you, the room filling with vulgar wet sounds as he targeted that spot inside while swirling his tongue over you until your entire body was shaking with your impending release. He wore a grin the entire time as you whispered chants of praise and used his name like he was your lord and savior.

“Come on, baby,” he purred, sucking your clit into his mouth just right. Your hands clawed at the comforter for purchase as your brain went fuzzy with euphoria, every nerve in your body singing his name. “There you go. Such a good fucking girl—“

“Javi, fuck me,” you begged, still lost in your climax. Your hands reached for his strong arms to pull him on top of you, not that he needed any persuading. Javi was quick to mold his lips to yours as he gripped his weeping length at the base, lining it up with your still pulsing heat before sinking in all the way in one slick thrust.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed, his face falling into the crook of your neck as his hips worked on their own accord, snapping into yours like he needed to in order to survive. “Baby, shit,” he whispered into your ear before nipping at your earlobe. “You’re so fucking wet. Do you hear that?”

Both of you silenced your moans and pants for a moment to hear the sinful squelch of his cock moving in and out of you, the sound alone making you whine and rest your hands on his ass to pull him impossibly closer. Javier managed to compose himself enough to sit up on his knees, rolling you onto your side while he was still inside of you. You gasped at the new position, the way he hugged your leg to his chest as he straddled the other, his cock pressing in so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunted, bringing one hand down to slap your ass just hard enough for it to sting pleasurably. “Look at you. All fucking mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Javi, fuck,” you cried, your face ruined with pleasure as he inched you closer and closer to your second release with his voice.

“You like the way I fit inside you? The way I make you cum, baby?” he asked, a proud smile on his face as he watched your face scrunch even more.

“Javi, I’m so close,” you whined, reaching to grip his forearm. “Please don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop, baby,” he assured, kissing your ankle as it rested on his shoulder. “Not gonna stop until we cum together, alright? You feel so fucking good. Always feel so fucking good.”

“Javi!” you cried, unable to control your volume even with the looming knowledge that Javi’s father was just on the other side of the quiet home.

“That’s it,” he purred, slowing his thrusts as your cunt squeezed him so tight that he had no choice but to join you in your ecstasy. “Fuck.”

You hardly had a minute to catch your breath before McCartney’s paw began scratching at your door, a chuckle slipping from Javi’s lips as he let your leg drop from his hold, his chest heaving from exertion.

“Forgot about our son,” he panted, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you remained spent and curled up on your side. “Gotta pull out,” he warned, a hiss slipping from both of your lips as he carefully slid out of you, Javi’s eyes glued to the spend that dripped out of you in turn. “Fuck. I’m glad we took the week off.”

You laughed, rolling over onto your back with a satisfied smile, your head turning to follow him as he slipped on a pair of briefs and flannel pajama pants before opening the bedroom door up for McCartney.

“Hi, Macca,” you rasped, welcoming the dog onto the bed with a scratch behind his ears.

“Sorry kid, Mommy and daddy were wrestling,” Javi said, slipping under the covers on his side of the bed. Willing yourself up, you winced at the feeling of Javi’s spend leaking down your thighs as you walked to the bathroom to relieve yourself and clean up a bit before putting on your usual sleep clothes and tucking in beside your two favorite boys.

“That new position,” you started, rolling onto your side to watch as Javi pet McCartney as he laid in between the two of you.

“Good?”

“Really good,” you said, smiling at the way your cunt still pulsed with aftershocks. “And your dirty talk.”

“Yeah? You like my voice, bebita? Like it when I’m cocky?” he teased, shooing McCartney down to the foot of the bed so that he could fill the gap between your bodies, his lips pressing against yours in something slow and sensual.

“I like when you’re cocky in the bedroom,” you corrected with a smirk, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertip. “Did you have a good Thanksgiving?”

“I had the best Thanksgiving,” he said, pecking your forehead. “How about you?”

“I had a really, really good day,” you smiled. “And I’m glad you didn’t propose to me in front of everyone on a holiday.”

“Was that really on the table?” he chuckled.

“Mickey thought that’s why you were so sour about her engagement,” you replied.

“No, I know you too well by now to think that you’d be into something like that,” he said. “I’m not into a huge public proposal either. Too many people watching me be happy, doesn’t sit right.”

You laughed and nodded, understanding him completely.

“I don’t really even want a huge wedding,” he continued. “Just the people who really matter.”

“That’s exactly what I want. Something tiny, here in our backyard or at your dad’s ranch,” you said. “Just me and you and like ten other people.”

“I love you,” he said, leaning in to kiss you again. “And I’m gonna get the ring right, and then I’m going to propose right, and then I’m going to marry you right. If that’s the only thing I do right in this lifetime, that’s fucking plenty.”

“Dr. Peña, I am so glad I fucked you in that on call room half a year ago,” you beamed, curling into his warmth and resting your head on his chest. “That’ll forever be the best irresponsible decision I’ve ever made.”

“We were just kids back then,” he chuckled. “Or at least I was.”

“I think if we were to go back and time and tell them everything that we’ve been through, they’d call us fucking idiots.”

“Younger Javi wouldn’t buy it solely because I still don’t know how I ended up with you,” he said, his voice raspy as he dozed off. “But I’m fucking glad I did.”

“That makes two of us,” you said, kissing his chest where his heart beat. “Love you.”

“Love you, bebita.”

[creedslove]

that’s exactly Javier Peña ten years later accepting a medal for his service, finally happy and smiling for having found peace and stability in his life after he’s found you. Now if you don’t mind I’ll go back in my delulu state goodbye

No no no no no bestie, we're gonna be delululu TOGETHER!!!

That's chief Javier Peña, retired from the government duty, former DEA agent and current chief of police in Laredo Tx. He's still a man of the law, but now all he needs to worry about is eventually arrest the town's drunk for disturbing the peace, bust some teenagers carrying weed and shut down sketchy Halloween parties with too much alcohol and loud music after midnight.

This Javi, is a happy man, he enjoys his work, it's easygoing, fun, and not dangerous; he doesn't have to worry about closing his eyes at night and seeing dead bodies, raped women, and all the horrors those cartels could do to civilians. He still misses the thrill so he goes hunting once in a while but maybe he's going too soft, but after all the years having to handle so much violence, he doesn't see the point in killing animals just for fun; Javi has become more of a fishing-and-then-letting-the-fish-go kind of guy, but eventually there are so thieves and even some tourists who think they can get by doing shit in his town, and then, Javi shows exactly what's like to deal with a former DEA agent who was able to take down the infamous Pablo Escobar

Javi lives in a beautiful ranch house, it's just a few miles away from his dad's ranch and he helped build his home with his own hands, and he's proud of that, he felt the need to leave the nest and find a beautiful home when he met the love of his life: you

Of course you knew who he was, everyone in Laredo knew who Javier Peña was, but unlike other people, you didn't kiss his butt because of Escobar, but you also didn't whisper behind his back about all the rumors concerning death and women from Colombia; or even worse, reliving that old story about him leaving Lorraine at the altar. She was over it and so was Javi, and yet, people still talked about it. You just treated him with kindness and sympathy, because you were kind and friendly with everyone and not just because he was *the* chief of police now, and then he was sold

PTSD was still pretty bad at night, even if he tried hiding it from you when you both started dating and eventually sleeping together, but you talked to him and convinced him to see a therapist, even if he didn't feel comfortable in going to one in Laredo because of all the gossip, you advised him to go to another nearby city and he decided to give it a go; as the sessions progressed, he felt the urge of telling you all about what happened in Colombia, all about the deaths, the job, the difficulties, the traumas and the hookers. He didn't want to, he was afraid you would be too grossed out to continue with him, but he also had the need to tell you, to show you he wasn't that man anymore, you could see the fear in his eyes, the worry and the fact he held his breath as you absorbed everything he'd told you, and then you placed your hand on his cheek and thanked him for his honesty, for his trust and for opening up, then you leaned towards him and pecked his lips, showing you that feeling; you reminded him he wasn't that man anymore, he didn't have to fear being alone because he didn't deserve that, he deserved happiness, he deserved a home and he deserved a family he could rely on. His lonely hooker nights were long gone, because he had you now and you would make sure to support him

Eventually his nightmares stopped and he was able to sleep peacefully through the night, without having to down whiskey before bed, all he needed was to become drunk in you

So when the DEA called and offered him a medal for his work, he got ready in his tight jeans because he could still pull it off in his perfect body, his silky red shirt and got you by his side, loving how beautiful you looked in your dress, the way you were glowing just a few weeks after you both found out your first baby Peña was on the way, when he held his medal, he looked straight at you because even if he didn't even know you back in the day that made him earn that medal, you were his present and his future and he knew he couldn't have done it without you ❤️

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Bonito mio ll Javier Peña

Words: 610

Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC Jazmín

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: mentions of sexual content

A/N: I wrote this story about Javier Peña and an original female character, I want to keep exploring Javi's world in a more soft, gentle and tender way. Enjoy!

Summary: Jazmín and Javier Peña are lovers during the night, but what happens when Jazmin wants more than what they have?

Javier Peña never stayed in her house for the night. He would usually just come for some hours, in order to feel something after a day of following narcos and criminals. He always needed some relief, maybe a quick fuck or some physical contact of any way. she was that woman for him and he was in debt with her. Sometimes after he knocked on her door, he wouldn't even her hello, just heading towards her and crushing his lips against hers, making her his distraction and his revival at the same time.

This time was different though. They just made love, tangled in her sheets, exhausted and sweaty from their intense session. He was laying face down the mattress, his arms spread across the bed like a starfish and his breathing deeply inhaling and exhaling.

He was knocked out.

Whenever they both came, he cuddled her for a couple of minutes and then he would smoke a cigar, putting on his clothes and kissing her on the forehead, thanking her for their wonderful time and heading back to the door.

But this time he was sleeping so angelic and peaceful that she didn't want to wake him up, she wanted to keep him for herself instead. Outside the danger of the streets, the violence and the stress of his job.

So she did something she had never done before.

She went to the kitchen, dressed with his shirt only and her underwear, and prepared him a cup of tea.  When she came back to the room, she stood there, staring at him.

She noticed how young he looked as he slept. His golden skin was shining across the light like honey or the sun, his facial features were glowing, the thin beard, that moustache she loved to trace with her fingers, his curved nose that she loved to kiss and adore, his neck... so bitable, lickable, delectable...  and his lips... the most perfect lips she ever felt.

He was the most the beautiful man she met. she had. she loved.

Slowly and gently, she sat next to him. Tucking a lock out his forehead, she couldn't help herself but caress his puffed cheeks, as she felt his heavy breathing against her wrist.

Before she could pull away, she felt sleepy fingers grabbing here wrist.

"What are you doing there?" he asked with a husky voice.

"Made you tea, do you want  some?" she asked softly.

He just shook his head on the pillow.

She murmured a small 'okay', taking the cup and getting up the bed-

"Jazmín," he called you.

"Yes?"

"¿Por que estás haciendo esto?"

"Estabas durmiendo tan profundamente que solamente queria-"

"No, ¿por que dejaste que me quede?"

Porque te amo. Te amo tanto que quiero que seas solo mio. De nadie más. Porque quiero ser la única que llames mi amor, mi cielo, hermosa, cariño. Y quiero que vos seas el único que yo llame bonito, lindo, amor mio, mi amor. Porque quiero despertarme a tu lado cada dia, y no solamente por un par de horas. Porque quiero despertarme con tus besos, o yo despertarte con mis besos. Porque no quiero que te vayas. Quiero que te quedes conmigo. siempre.*

"Because you literally fainted Javi, I am not going to be rude and kick you out of my house. You need to rest, please."

"But, tomorrow-"

she didn't let him finish, giving him a sweet peck on his lips and stroking his cheek.

"Sleep Javi, please."

He smiled shyly, kissing the palm of her hand and closing his eyes again.

Perhaps tomorrow, she would tell him why she really wanted him to stay.

.

.

*English translation:

"Why are you doing this?"

"You were sleeping so profundly that I just wanted-"

"No, why did you let me stay?"

Because I love you. I love you so much that I want you to be only mine. No one else. Because I want to be the only one you call my love, sweetheart, beautiful, darling. And I want you to be the one that I call beautiful, honey , my love, my darling. Because I want to wake up next to you every day, and not just for a couple of hours. Because I want to wake up with your kisses, or me waking you up with my kisses. Because I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay with me. Always.

[jedifarmerr]

Javi's Having a Baby

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n or physical description)

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 2kish

Warnings: pregnancy!, mentions of sex, some language.

A/N: I'm so sorry about the wait on this, but here it is and I promise the next part will be coming very soon!

Series Masterlist

Chapter 5

“Large fry and a large Hi-C. $2.17 at the next window.” 

She danced in the passenger seat, rubbing her belly. “Our hero,” she sang at him. All he’d done was stop at McDonald's to get her a snack before the appointment, but hey - he would take the praise. 

When that outstretched hand passed him the glorious paper bag, he seriously could’ve sworn it was God’s gift from above by how she gazed upon it. Tearing it wide open, digging out a handful of fries, she popped them in her mouth and gave a drunken, “So gooood.” 

Sure as hell smelled like it. Cooking oil and salt. The crunch. Each tiny little moan leaving him salivating for a bite of his own. Man, he’d really fucked up by not getting anything for himself. 

Luckily, he could just wiggle his finger at the bag and she was willing to share. 

She fed him while he drove. It was about as coordinated as catching shrimp at a Hibachi restaurant. Each time it would miss his mouth and bump into his nose she would give the cutest giggle, but the fun had to stop when one actually went straight up his nostril. He was sneezing out salt for a whole block. 

“So,” she said, taking a small sip of her drink. “I was just thinking, since we have about 15 minutes to kill, why don’t we do a little drive by? Just for fun.” 

Javier treated her with a knowing glance. No way she didn’t plan on this. It was all falling a little too perfectly to be just chance. But she could flutter her eyes with feign innocence and give him that please-please-please smile that she knew he couldn’t resist. She was too well-versed with his weak spots. Probably because she was all of them. 

Fuck, he really hoped the kids didn’t inherit that as he was taking a wrong turn at the next light.

Some would say he’s whipped, and while he would never deny that, she was carrying his children, and honestly, driving a few blocks out of the way seemed like the least he could do. 

When he turned onto the street, slowing the car so it was a creeping roll. 

She tapped on the glass and squealed, “Look! Baby! It finally has the sold sign!” 

“There we go.” He gazed at her, then at the house. 

Their house. 

An older Georgian colonial that was basically the embodiment of an American wet dream. Just an iron-rod fence instead of a classic white picket. He preferred it like that – she would say it gave the place some charm, which the interior had loads of. 

While there were a number of modern touches, the house maintained a certain level of character with its various built-ins, wooden archways, and despite two of the fireplaces being non-working, the one in the living room still ran perfectly. 

Upstairs were three bedrooms. An office downstairs. At the back of the lot was a garage that the previous owners had converted into a studio space, and with a few tweaks would be perfect for his dad. 

Sure, it was slightly over the set-budget. Nothing crazy.  A couple bucks extra a month – one less coffee a week. Besides, he had the money. He’d saved up his paychecks while in Colombia. After all, he’d only bought himself whiskey and bread during that time – the rest was usually comped by the government. 

Then, there were those two years he’d lived with Chucho, and despite his protests, his dad insisted on paying him for all the work he’d done. 

So, they bought it and the way she lit up made it all so worth it. 

She sighed, watching the home disappear behind her. He reached over, giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze. 

“Think - in less than three weeks, it’ll be ours.” 

She smiled at that, leaning over the console and giving the quirk corner of his lips a tiny peck, then one to his cheek, and another on his jaw

A happy sound rumbled from his chest, and the smirk she flashed at him drove him absolutely insane. He wanted to steal it from her lips – pull this car over and kiss her salt-stained lips and taste the Hi-C on her tongue. 

She could basically sit there and do nothing, and he would still be raring to go. God – he wanted her. Constantly.

Not once did he expect to be the kind of guy who lost his mind seeing his wife pregnant, but fuck - did he crave her. He would eat her pussy in the parking lot if she let him. Or if time allowed. 

Her confidence had grown along with her bump. She’d become equally as insatiable. All those hormones were making her unforgivingly horny. Some days she would get home from work, strip bare at the door and take him right there on the couch.

She was so sensitive now, and he was utterly addicted. Delirium. A small tweak to her nipple - a perfectly placed kiss to her neck - brushing his thumb across her clit. Any and all of it would have her crying out and squeezing him –

Javier felt his pants begin to stir, and his grip instinctively tightened on the wheel. Holy shit. He needed to calm down.

This was really not the time. 

He focused all his attention on the road, working math problems in his head. He’d learned that trick in high school, and it worked like a charm every time. His boner was gone by the time he trailed behind her into the doctor’s office, but he did have to avoid looking at her ass. 

After flipping through magazines, Adam propped open the door, signaling them back. 

It went on in the usual routine. A weigh-in. Vitals. A few questions before leaving her to change. Once in her gown, she laid back onto the bed, and Javier dragged a chair over. 

“Okay. Before the moment of truth, best and final. Go.” 

Javier hummed, tapping on the table paper. Of course, he’d wondered about it, mostly when someone else brought it up. It was a typical curiosity. He wasn’t really hung up on what they were. Girl or boy or whatever, it didn’t matter to him; so long as they were healthy, he was good. 

And no – he didn’t care how cliche or corny that sounded. 

As expected, Joe and Steve had taken their bets, and even Ruby had joined in on the fun, but her old wives tale tricks had come up inconclusive. Big ole shocker there. 

Javier went with a good shot, “Boy and girl.” 

Her head thumped against the pillow with a big pucker pout. “That was my guess.” 

“It can still be your guess,” he chuckled, making her eyes roll as if she was actually annoyed. 

In a swift knock, Dr. Kelly walked in with Adam on her coattails. It was straight to business. How’re you feeling? Any pain? Any cramping? Any spotting? 

She was officially at the half-way point. 20 weeks. In just five short months, they would be here. Like physically - out in the world. The thought made his stomach do a little roller coaster swoop. 

The gel hit her belly and even though she was mentally prepared, she still gasped. 

Dr. Kelly moved the wand around, until there was a flash of something, and with a few clicks - they were on the screen. It was incredible, and also so strange to think they were inside her belly. Just chilling. Growing. Weird. 

They were real wiggly today. Probably a sugar rush from the Hi-C. They currently weighed around the size of two oranges. Baby A was just a little bigger, by a single ounce, but they were right on track with all their fingers and toes accounted for. 

Then, came the question: “Are you wanting to learn the sex?” 

Javier gave her the lead, and within seconds she was eagerly bobbing her head. She clutched tightly to his hand. 

Girls. 

Two girls. 

Her jaw dropped, and she gazed up at him with sparkly eyes brimming with so much love. Javier almost lost it, right then and there. 

He placed a long kiss on her forehead, squeezing his eyes shut, and for a split-second, he didn’t know where it came from, but he thought about his mom. How happy she would’ve been with two granddaughters to spoil. Even after all the years, it still stung, especially in moments such as these. 

He pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes, and she cradled his cheek. God. What did he do to deserve her? 

“Looks like Joe’s gonna have to pay up,” he teased, making her giggle. Steve had been right.

“Congrats, man,” Adam said, “must have some pretty slow swimmers there, huh?” Dr. Kelly promptly swatted him. 

As compensation for Adam’s lack of filter, Dr. Kelly printed them an extra set of photos. Worth it. Those were going in his office. After a few more minutes of drawing lines on the screen, she was able to wipe the gunk off her belly. Adam flicked on the lights. 

Dr. Kelly snapped off her gloves. 

“Well, I think it’s time we start talking about your birth plan. So far, everything looks good and if that continues to be the case, I think we can definitely plan on a vaginal delivery. I’ll always suggest it, when possible, simply due to the recovery time. However, especially with twins, I highly - highly suggest an epidural, just in case any complications do arise.” 

“Complications?” Javier gripped her hand a little tighter. The smile wiped from his face. 

Dr. Kelly hummed, “Yes, this is considered a high-risk pregnancy, however that doesn’t mean her or the fetuses will experience any problems. I’ve had many high-risk patients who have zero complications, but I like to prepare if the need does arise.” 

Yes - he was well aware there would be risks involved. He wasn’t stupid. But the possibility of anything happening to her was just too much. 

He’d experienced fear and terror. He’d lived in a place of it for years. But this was different. Maybe because he knew grief and loss so intimately. Nothing could compare to the fear of living without her. It was all-encompassing. Overwhelming. It robbed him of air. Choked him. Strangled him. 

It could send him to his knees. God. Please anyone, but her. 

Dr. Kelly must’ve noticed his state as she spoke directly to him. “Mr. Peña, let me just assure you that when the time does come, I will do whatever I can to try and ensure both her safety, as well as the babies.” 

Javier looked at his wife for reassurance, which he found in her soft smile, and equally tender gaze. It’ll all be okay. He swallowed down the foreboding lump because if she could believe that everything would be fine, then he could too. 

He had too. 

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 12

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.5k

There was something special about standing next to Javier Peña. That summer going into 8th grade you spent lots of time walking into town with him by your side. You would scan the room, to see if anyone saw the two of you in any way that seemed more than friends. 

Of course at the time Javi hadn’t even made space in his mind to consider you someone who could be mistaken as his girlfriend, but to you, in your head of course, the two of you might as well have been married. Oh and when anyone from school asked you what you were planning to do that day you never let up on the opportunity of answering with, “Don’t know, might head to Javier’s house.” 

It was innocent, just wanting anyone to maybe believe that you and Javi had some sort of down low romance in middle school– even if it was far from the truth. It was sweet, you knew now you could maybe tell Javi these things and he’d think it was cute. It was pure, everything than was pure. 

When you say, “Your place.” when Javier asks where to take you, that pureness dies. Your stomach is balled the car ride, knowing he had business to finish with you. Your short list of intimate interactions involved an element of surprise, of desperation, quickness but now he was leading you into his house with the intention of undressing you. 

Javier is looking over his shoulder as he unlocks the door to his childhood home to sneak you in. You keep quiet when you enter, feeling yourself aching already, unsure how to stop yourself from being so insatiable. Your cheeks were already hot at the idea of Javier seeing you like this in the daylight. So timid you drop your own clutch as you walk into the empty home, wincing as you reach down to retrieve the thing.

Straightening up your met with Javier’s confused look, your senior picture directly behind his head. You almost want to laugh, at least if he breaks my heart again he wont be able to escape the thought of me any time he comes home. He drops the face and continues to walk further into the house as you follow, into his room. 

You inhale through your nose, a shaky one, his room barely changed. The dresser still chipping and the walls half covered in juvenile posters. The Houston PD poster still half intact, the corner was lifted a bit. You really hadn’t been in there since he left six years ago. Your nostrils flare a bit, a wave of the worst feeling you've ever felt hitting you in one large push. 

His back is to you, and you can't help yourself. 

Finally, 

You grab him and turn him to face you, his brows shooting high before you tip toe to kiss him fast. It's like the one you two shared earlier, a small peck but now he's smiling at you, you were never any good at self control.

 You press your lips to his again, your hand tightening around the thin green shirt he sported. His mustache tickling your nose, he grunts when you screw your nose up at the feeling. His mouth wet now with your help, you’d always been a tongue kisser. Liked to feel him over your own, “Andrea…” He rasps against you, his hands settling on your waist to push you back on your heels and away from his lips. 

You try not to pout at the sudden pause, but when he looked at you in this way, down at you and this close, god. Your hands experimentally drag from his back to the front of him, your fingers skimming the hem of his shirt, feeling the soft skin of his stomach, his stomach tightens at your touch. He grabs your wrist to stop you, “What Javi?” your eyes are still on your working fingers, trying to get him out of the fabric despite his firm grip on you. 

He shakes his head, “why did you sound like you were hurt when you dropped your purse?”

 Your lips pout for a moment then thin, you look up to him now, right. You had felt it this morning, the strain on the inside of your thighs. You knew it was from his hold on your thighs and your squirming and spreading in such a small space last night. You almost giggle, how do I explain without sounding like an old lady?

You scrunch your face in embarrassment, “I think I fucking pulled something last night–from all that moving, been out of the game for a while Javi.” You half joke.

“Jesus christ, go lay down.” Your stomach flips at that and you’re obeying, slipping off your shoes and crawling up his bed as he watches. His eyes full of need, his pants tightening at the sight of you bent over when you crawled.  You had jeans on today, a pair from a few years back, back when Levi’s still hugged the curves of your body. Javi crowding the bed when he taps your ankle, “Take these off, I want to make sure I didn’t leave any bruises.” 

Again you obey, your hands fumbling at the button, oh god, what underwear did I put on today? He watches, starved, you lift your hips to move the tight fabric over and off your legs. Legs shut tight, Javier pulls the rest off once they’re at your ankles. The hairs on your arms standing when Javi hooks his hands under your knees to pull you close to him, on his knees he finds space between your legs. 

His large hands wrap your knees entirely, spreading you open further, his lips part and brows screw at the small purple mark on the inside of your knee.

 “I didn't mean to–hold you that hard.” 

Your chest caves at the softness of his voice, you shake your head and sit up straighter, but his hands slide farther in between your legs and you embarrassingly lean back again. You look down to your panties, too occupied to appreciate the choice, pretty and lacey. 

You’re already wet and achy, clenching desperate for him to just touch you again. Your legs spread so wide you hide a wince from the soreness of your truck rendezvous. His fingers inch right where you want him. A wet mark, dark, on your lace trimmed baby blue panties. You look at him, deciding you needed to see what his eyes looked like when he was this hungry for you. 

His hair dangling in his face a bit, mustache aiding his wet pout. He catches you off guard with a slide of his knuckles against your covered core. You whine, your belly tensing at the touch you needed so much more of. On his knees on his bed he hooks his fingers under your panties, slipping them off in one quick move and you squirm at the sudden coolness. Your swollen cunt couldn't even hide your own arousal, you're already leaving a wet spot on his sheets. 

He wastes no time, his thick fingers move quickly to spread your lips. Exposing yourself to him in daylight, Javi, you plead but he's entranced by how beautiful you are. He groans and leans his head deeper in between your legs. He had been hard when he watched you bent over helping your mother with her child, seeing you half out of a car and folded over was a sight he wasn't prepared for. He wants to stay right here, in between your legs. 

And you, you can't hold yourself together, you're trying your best not to buck your hips, you know you're sore–you have to relax. Still spread by his fingers, he leaves a wet kiss on your clit, you whimper into your hand, trying to keep quiet for no reason. He didn't want to hurt you, but he also knows you're a big girl, you can take some pain some strain, he would have taken care of you last night if it weren't for the rude interruption. He will make it up to you regardless. 

“Let me–” kiss, “kiss it–” kiss “better.”

“Oh my god Javi–” You moan, your head flat on his pillow now. Back arched at just small wet kisses. Poor thing, he thinks. His hand moves high to settle on the plane between your breasts, settle you down. 

Javi lets up on the kisses and licks you, heavy tongued and your hands grip at his sheets. His left hand gently pressing you still and his right just as gentle on your knee. He flicks his tongue on your throbbing clit and sucks. Tongue swirling in between puckered lips. 

He's so good–too good. There's no way in hell your ex could have made you feel this way.

How is it already better, last night you thought you had reached nirvana without even finishing. Yet somehow its better.

Maybe the whole thing is satisfying a teenage dream you held close to you. Javier Peña buried between your legs while youre fucking in his bed. How glad you are that you waited. You hold your breath when his open mouth drags to your tight core, leaking for him. You're a mess already. Your cunt clenches and he feels it. 

He groans against you when you let a high pitched moan slip, worshiping you with his hot, wet mouth. Too sweet of a sound, how will he go on keeping you a secret?

 His nose taps your clit while his tongue is catching all that drips, both sensations have your tiny foot flattening on the bed in a squirm, you whine, feeling that same pull in your inner thighs. 

Javi never really pauses, through licks he speaks, “You okay baby?” the domestic pet name making the pain go away, you nod rapidly. He doesn't believe you for a minute, this was going to be fun. Hooking up with your best friend who can tell when you're bullshitting. To test, he moves his deft hands to spread your thighs further, purposefully. And this time you wince audibly.

 “Andrea…” He warns, his head lifted a bit.

What a beautiful sight, you almost forgot the pain you felt being spread so wide. The hair above his wet lips, just as wet, his cheeks somehow flushed through his tan. The tip of his nose glistened. You don't know if you should feel bashful or not. Too turned on to care. You're aching and needing his touch you dont hesitate this time. “Sore–m’just sore Javi.” 

His strong brows pull together. “When does it hurt?”

Your eyes flutter in quick blinks, feeling a bit shy now. It's not like he's eating your pussy or anything. 

 “When I spread too wide.” There is a pathetic pout in your voice, just wanting a solution because you're still throbbing. Your eyes catch his own pants, his erection straining them. Your cunt clenches, eager to be filled. You knew you'd let him, you know it'll hurt, it's been awhile. And from what you can see through jeans, god help you. That's a pain you can take, you think, you've always liked when you were stretched. Maybe not so much your thighs, but other smaller places. 

He nods, hands gripping at your knees. “Get on your stomach.” 

Your eyes widen, before you can process he's got your flipped on your belly. His forearm still holding you right under your breast, he guides your ass up with your cheek squished into the bed. What a beautiful sight, his andrea. With your spine arched, your pretty soft skin on display only for him. 

He knows years from now when you find better, you'll always be his. No matter how selfish and wrong, to him it's right and all he’s known. It's why he couldn't bear to see your face, he’d have to face how self-regarding he was in nature. Went back to Houston at the sight of your smile in the hallway of his fathers home. 

Too much. 

Yet he continues, the new position exposing yourself far more than before, he eats your cunt from the back. His hands taking generous grabs at your soft behind, your face pressed, you're trying to moan pleads and thank you’s but it's only pleasurable incoherent whines. Fucked out just from his tongue and his grip on your ass. 

“Mmm-javi i’m–”, he shows no mercy. He’s devouring you and you're close. Scared you'll completely collapse when the build comes down. His tongue is so skilled, you're already fearing how this will end. 

One of Javier's rough hands slides from the tops of your ass and snakes around the front of you. 

You're coming all over his face the second he rubs the bundle of nerves with his thumb. His fingers and mouth become too much for your poor little body. Your ears are shot, and all you feel is white hot throbbing. And you're loud, whining. Javi is still licking you clean while you shake. You're shaking,  “así, así, good girl. You're always so good Andrea.”  Shaking, you never- “Woah-cuidado.” His snaked arm holds you up from collapsing, your mouth is open and wet. 

Despite how fucked you feel, you still groan when his mouth parts from your pulsating core.

He straightens on his knees, your bare latter half feeling his clothed cock against your ass. You grind yourself against him, causing him to groan a sweet sound. “Javi-please, you can-you can fuck me.” You mutter while you're still pressed, he cusses under his breath and spreads you again. 

“N-not yet querida”. You hmph. Staying in your bent position hoping to tempt him. He shakes his head, he felt how tight you were just with his tongue. He’d break you, your cunt was far too little–he’d already hurt you once, not yet. 

Though, he had another idea in mind.

You hear the sweet sound of a zipper, out of view he untucks his throbbing cock from the restraints of his pants, already wet at the tip from his pre-cum. He inches away, being careful, “Let me see you touch yourself, pretty baby.” Your stomach pits, you couldn't see but his fist bumps your soft flesh, with that you obey. Fucking his fist dry, he was tempted to use your spend as slip but that would be far too tempting. 

Your hand slides between your legs as you're bent, dragging over your swollen clit. Rubbing yourself, feeling overstimulated from your recent orgasm. He lets out a throaty moan at the sight of your pretty manicured hands collecting all of the mess you're making for him.

The thought of him fucking fist behind your bent body has you moaning and whining, “Oh Javi-please.” You dont think when you drag your fingers low. Your middle and ring finger plunges deep and Javi is panting, his left hand coping another feel at your behind. His fist knocking into you again, and again and again. Your fingers part from inside and drag against your clit, touching yourself in the way you’ve only ever done alone.

The sight has to be filthy. Your back arched while you played with yourself and Javier crouched behind, jerking himself up against you. How was he telling you just an hour ago that he could never do this again, how will you ever stop. His stomach goes taut, he’s close.

“Fuck, Andrea-where do-“

Your stomach tightens, your own orgasm coming in a wave. Slow and steady, you moan. “Anywhere- my back,” you shriek, “oh my god.” coming a second time with your own fingers this time. The orgasm less intense than the first, Javi lets out his own whimper through gritted teeth before pulling your ass up against him, gasping at the heavy feeling of him up against you like this. 

His knuckles skimming you with the lack of space, “Fuck-“ he strains and lifts your shirt. A feeling of warmth spreads on your lower back. He finishes in long spurts covering your back dimples. It’s biting, his grunts and huffs as he bends over your body. He cums  hard, his spend spread on your ass too. An honest mistake. 

You both stay in your respective places, him folded over your own body, his hand gripping your waist to hold you up. In silence you both come down in silence, and not a bit of shame comes through. Just bliss. 

In each other's silence you stay. 

AFTER a few minutes Javier leaves your fucked out body and comes back with something to clean you. His hands rubbing away at the tight grips he had on you, kissing your back and dressing you. You weren’t even that tired, you just liked when he treated you like this. Tenderly. You’ll be selfish about this. 

Javi notices but doesn’t mind, he wishes to just stay with you all night. Thought you looked perfect on your belly with your head resting on your crossed arms. His stomach pitting at the thought of what he just did, at how he rarely feels any shame. How he wants to keep you for himself already, already dreading November in the middle of May.

He watches you as your eyes rest, sunset peaking through the one window in his dark room. Andrea Diaz after all these years, you, after this long, after all he put you through. You still lay with trust and content  in his bed. Fully taken in his space, comfortable, you belong. 

And Javi, like always, seeming like he has one foot out the door. He’s sat up on the edge of the bed next to you, you have always been someone who leaves. 

The ring of his room phone has you jolting out of your tiredness, and snaps him from thoughts of leaving. His brows crease and he reaches over to grab the phone, curly cord stretching nearly straight. You crowd his back, shamelessly spreading your hands over his stomach and placing your chin on his shoulder. The domestic press has him light-headed. You never noticed, you wanted to take what you can get while he was her. He bites a smile, “Hello?”

“Hi Javi!” The chirpy voice bleeds through the phone.

 Genie.

 Your eyes widen and your chest rises in worry. Javier looks to you for a moment, a keep quiet look. “Hey Genie, what's up?”

You press your ear closer to him trying to catch anything you could, “Oh, I’m at Melissa's house, I know you all were at the barbeque, are you with Andrea?”

You back up, your head shaking a No. Javier holds his hand out, gesturing for you to calm down. 

“Yeah, we stopped so–so Andrea could approve of my suit for the wedding.” He shuts his eyes in embarrassment, you cover your face knowing the lie was weak. But you hear Genie laugh through the phone. 

“Well does she?”

You bring your pink nails to your mouth, Javi smirks. “She’s obsessed.” His eyes are trained on you and you shove him. 

“How sweet, but you should bring her home soon. I need to talk to her about the wedding.”

Javi nods, forgetting for a second she cant see him, you snort a laugh and he reaches to cover your mouth. 

“Yeah of course, we’ll be there in 5.”

 You hear your in law say a few more words of goodbyes yet Javi still has his large calloused palm covering your mouth. He parts the phone from his ear and you take the opportunity to kitten lick his palm. He groans and clicks the phone in its stand. 

“Mala”

It’s still sunny when Javier drives you home with his hand on your leg. You feel a permanent blush on your face, your hand falls on his with the hold. Fingers grazing his, you groan when he parks. Half from having to part and half from relief seeing your moms absent car. Genie’s car is there of course, a new one not the little beetle she had all those years ago.

“You should come in.”

Genie is helping herself to chips on the bar stools by the island. Her hair tied up in a high bun, rare, the stylist loved to wear it down. Healthiest Hair in Laredo they say. Mal de ojo, your mom says when she gives her a bracelet to protect her from the nastiness of jealousy. Her face is smiling ear to ear when the two of you enter the house. You tried your best to not look fucked and devoured. He was a bit snappy when you stood in the mirror overanalyzing your body making sure there's no sign of Javi.

“You look fine, quit it.” He bites and you snap your head towards him while he's sat in bed. 

“Wipe your lip, you've got a bit of me on it,” You joke with narrowed eyes and he splits in a smile, shaking his head. Brat he mumbles and actually wipes his lip.

“Hi!” she squeaks, getting up to hug you as if you don't see her every other day, “fix your hair Javi.”

He furrows his brows and runs an insecure hand through his hair. “Hows it going with wedding stuff.” You part following to sit next to her on the stools. Javi stands out of place in the kitchen. Like a lost puppy, you want to grab him and keep him held. 

She lets out a dramatic sigh, “Caterer fell through, your mom was going off about how she can just cook but like we’re already using her house… and my dress didn't fit this time around-”

“Wait what? You tried it on last week.” Your eyes flashed with worry, it was a beautiful gown. Off the shoulder covered in intricate swirls of crystals at its bodice. You cried almost uncontrollably when she walked out of the fitting room in it. Taking your Nikon and snapping pictures of the only sister you've known prancing around in the princess dress. You would hate for her to not get to walk down the aisle in the thing. 

Javier’s eyes narrow again, his arms crossing, feeling out of place in a conversation about wedding dresses. 

Genie smiles a bit and shovels more chips in her mouth, you could see that little spark in her eye before flitting here big brown eyes at the two of you. “Well-don't panic. But my period hasn't come in like… a while.”

Your mouth is agape, and your eyes snap to Javi who is just as startled. Theres no way, no way. 

“I’m sorry? What?”

“You said after the wedding?” 

You and Javi speak over each other. Genie is smiling, and Jesus Christ you're already crying. Your cheeks hot and stained, you're off the stool and hugging her tight. Javi was prying you off, lifting Genevieve littering her face with kisses. A hand on her flat tummy, she wasn't showing whatsoever. You're watching, wiping tears from your face. Time moved so fast, you remember when your brother proposed, you cried all the same, you can't believe the mean girl from the playground is giving you the best gift ever, besides the gift of taking up your brother's time so he doesn't annoy you, but making you an aunt. 

“Okay-okay, I’m very early on.” She laughs and pushes Javi away. Instinctively, he moves next to you, holding your arm like the two of you were expecting parents. You place your hand on his, waiting for her to give more insight. “I’m six weeks-”

“Who knows?” Javi cuts.

“I was getting there jodón… Frankie obviously, mi modista. And you two, since obviously you're going to be godparents.” Javi squeezes you and you're crying again. What a gift it is to bring in a new life. To love someone enough to bind together in something forever like a child. You knew that Genie was a miracle baby–her mother unable to carry after her.  “I don't want to tell the parents because everyones all stressed for the wedding but you guys deserve to know first, so that you don't speculate and stress Mrs. Diaz out.”

Your chest is rising and falling slowly, what incredible lows and highs you've had today. Javi isn't in tears but he looks close, he also wonders where the time went. How did life continue for everyone, why had he been so selfish? 5 weeks, he’d miss the birth. His chest falls for a different reason than yours. 

You just can't wait to see your big brother, hug him close. He’d be such a good dad, you know it. He would make up for what we did not have, it was him who could do it. Your fingers flex in your lap thinking if you'll ever start a family, will you even know what a good father looks like. 

Just like Javi, your chest falls again in a twisted way. 

“Okay enough of this,” Genie waves her hand over the two of you intertwined, you shrug him off acting embarrassed by his hold. “I wanted Javi here also, because Lorraine is coming for the wedding.”

You blink aggressively, a splash of jealousy you haven't felt since 1980. Remembering how you felt seeing her chirp behind Javi two days after your kiss. Javi reacts the same, tilting his head in the sassy way he knows how. Tongue rolling on his inner cheek. You don't even know the details but you can tell he hoped to not have to run into her. But he nods, he knows Genie and Lorraine were quite close. After all it's her day. 

Genie frowns, “It might be good for you two, not saying to work shit out, but you know be cordial. She really didn't want it to end the way it did.” Genie knows more than as expected, they stayed in constant contact. You recall calling Genie from your room and going straight to the tone because she was up on the phone catching up with Lorraine. 

For a completely irrational reason you feel disrespected by the comment, does she not know what Javi and you do now? How he’s seen you. The feeling doesn't stay, obviously, genie has no clue. 

She just sees Javi who had someone for a long time in the same way she did. Yet one has worked out. Shit, Javi and Lorraine were dealt with better cards, an opportunity to start new in a new place, yet after 6 years he’s left alone watching his best friend start a family. It felt a little backwards to him, your stomach still twisting at the thought.

“I didn't want it to end,” Your heart slams in your chest at the pause, “I didn't want it to end that way either.” 

You blink a few times, feeling silly again. 

Fearing a drawn out version of 1980, him choosing her again. 

The rest of the night is spent in silence, Genie not having a clue and continuing on with her gossips and pregnancy fears. 

Javi notices you're upset. He notices your lax brow, nail of your thumb between your lips like you're trying to conceal your emotions. Javi’s chest hurts every time he looks to you, knowing there's no way he could communicate to you in a setting like this.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, he leaves with Genevieve without muttering a word to you. You fear it's already happening. 

[albertasunrise]

Fat Friend - Part 2

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Summary: You were the fat friend. You knew that. Accepted it and got on with your life. You weren't the one guys wanted to date or the one that got hit on at parties. You were, however, Javier Peña's best friend and that made you untouchable. Until he plays matchmaker and your whole life changes.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Lorraine (Mentioned), Original 'Male' Character x Reader

Warnings: Angst cus you know... It's me

Part 1

Javier barely recognised his home town. A lot of the bars, restaurants and shops that he'd grown up with were now cafes or empty. His eyes settled on the diner that you and he had frequented as kids, still there and still the same and a small smile graced his lips. He'd been back a week but had asked his pops to keep it quiet initially, not wanting the inevitable attention that he would receive. He stepped into the diner, noting a few familiar faces including the same lady that had worked behind the bar when he'd been a spotty teen.

"Oh, Javi Peña." She cooed as the agent sat down in the booth she motioned to "How are you, my boy? You've been gone a long time."

"So so." He replied, smiling sweetly at her.

"The usual?" She asked and he nodded "Coming right up."

He sat there, watching the patrons as they talked amongst themselves and glanced at him from time to time. He sat there and supped at his coffee whilst he waited for his food, book in hand.

"Ah my dear, it's so good to see you." Piped up the waitress a short while later "And look at you. Aren't you getting so big!" She cooed and Javier looked up to see her fawning over a woman and her toddler.

There was something about her that was familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Her hair was long and her figure slim. She wore nice clothes and a designer handbag but nothing about the outfit was pretentious, she looked effortlessly good.

"How have you been coping my dear?" Asked the older lady as she stroked the woman's cheek.

"We're getting on just fine."

Javier's ears perked up and his back straightened. He knew that voice.

"Pétalo?" He piped up and you turned on your heels, eyes growing wide as they settled on him.

He barely recognised you. You weren't the girl he remembered from high school or even the woman he'd watched get married to Scott William's all those years ago. Life had been kind to you but you looked tired and a little sad and his heart ached at the sight of you.

"Javi." You replied when you'd gotten over your initial shock of seeing him "You're back."

"I'm back." He replied, giving you a slight nod "Who's this?" He asked as he motioned to the toddler in your arms.

"This is Layla." You replied plainly.

"I'm 2." Piper up the child as she held up two fingers to him and he feigned a gasp.

"Wow, 2? That's old." He replied and she scrunched her face at him.

"No, it's little." She argued and Javier chuckled, she looked so much like you had at her age.

"Here's your food sweetheart." Said the older lady as she handed you a bag and you turned your back to him to take it from her.

"Thanks, Susie." You said as you gave her a peck on the cheek "Nice seeing you Peña." You finished, not even gracing him a glance as you left.

His heart sunk as he watched you leave. He knew he'd hurt people when he'd left but he'd not expected you to blank him completely.

"She was pretty gutted when you left." Susie said as she placed his food down in front of him "We all get why you left." She stated and Javier glanced up at the older woman "Hunny nothing stays a secret in this town. Lorraine hurt you and no one blames you for leaving her but you should have told her."

"I just didn't want to have to face saying goodbye to her." He confessed "But I’ve paid for my sins. Ten times over."

Susie gave him a sympathetic smile as she ruffled his hair as she used to when he was a boy.

"Does she still live in the same house?"

"Oh no... No, she lives on her parent's old farm now." Susie stated and he nodded.

He knew he needed to see you. He needed to talk to you, tell you he's sorry and confess the true reason he left. Not the reason you'd believed for years.

~

Something seemed off when he drove up the drive towards the house he'd spent so much time in when he was young. It had been repainted and the front garden was perfectly kept. Everything looked as it should and yet something didn't seem right and he couldn't put his finger on it. Parking up, he gingerly stepped out of his truck and headed towards the front door. Knocking three times he heard a squeal before the door opened to reveal you and an excitable Layla beside you.

"Hi." She yelled and he smiled down at her, crouching down so he was eye level with the toddler.

"Hi, little lady."

"What do you want Javi?"

"Yeah! What do you want?" Layla mimicked and he smirked at her before looking up at you.

"I wanted to talk." He stated and you scoffed "Please?"

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Please can I just come in?" You looked at him a moment before nodding and pushing the door open more so he could enter.

"Place looks great." He stated as his eyes scanned the place, completely changed from when your parents had lived here.

"Thanks." You replied, noting he was looking at the photos on the mantle.

There was one of you the day Jacob had been born. Another of him on his 10th birthday and beside that was Javier holding him on his lap. A few others of Layla and Scott and pride of place in the centre was you and Scott on your wedding day.

"Wheres Jake?" Asked Javier and your throat tightened as your eyes settled on the photograph of your son "Pétalo?"

"He uh... He died a year ago." You replied and Javier turned suddenly eyes practically popping out of his skull at the news.

"What?"

"He uh... He and Scott were involved in a head-on collision with a truck driver." You stated, tears slipping down your cheeks "Guy had fallen asleep behind the wheel. Scott died on impact but Jacob he uh... Well, he fell into a coma, held on for a few weeks but in the end the doctors told me he was brain dead and I had to turn the machines off."

"Shit." Javier choked as his hand flew up to his mouth.

"Bad word," Layla shouted and you let out a breathy chuckle.

"Yes, baby." You replied as you picked her up "It was."

"Pétalo, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"Well, you would have if you hadn't fucked off without a word." You snapped "You abandoned us. Abandoned me and I had to go through the grief of losing my best friend and then, 6 years later, I lose my husband and my son and I had didn't have the one person I needed beside me."

"Pétalo..."

"STOP... Calling me that Javier." You snapped, scraping a hand over your face to rid yourself of your tears "You lost that right when you left."

"I know you're upset with me but you have to understand..."

"Upset?" you scoffed "Upset doesn't cover it, Javier." You paused to put Layla down on her play mat, kissing the top of her head before you straightened and faced him again "I was so angry for you. I couldn't believe Lorraine would do that to you and my heart had then broken for you because I knew how excited you'd been about becoming a dad."

"I-"

"When Scott told me you'd bailed on the wedding I was relieved." You confessed, your expression softening a moment "I couldn't bear the idea of you marrying her after what she'd done and so I went to yours looking for you. Shouted and screamed at your door and then I went to your dads." You paused, one single tear trailing down your cheek "He said you'd gone. Left for Colombia to fight the war on drugs and he didn't know when or if you'd be back. You broke my heart Javier Peña. I thought I meant more to you than that."

"You did!" He snapped and you jumped "You do and that's why I had to leave."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you pétalo." He choked "I'm in love with you. Have been for years and after what happened with Lorraine I... Well, I couldn't stay here any longer."

"Javi-"

"I couldn’t stay with the woman who gave me the promise of a child only to tear it away and I couldn’t stand by and watch the woman I love, be happy with another." He paused, his eyes locking on a photo on the wall "There was nothing left for me here."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You sobbed.

"Because you married to the right man pétalo... Scott was everything I could never be." He sobbed then, eyes red and filled with tears "It took you telling me that you were pregnant for me to realise that I was in love with you." He paused as he looked at the photo again, him and Scott with their arms around each other's shoulders "He was a genuinely great man... And as much as it pained me to see you marry him. I knew he'd take care of you and so that's how I coped. Plus I had Lorraine and I did love her... Just wasn't in Love with her."

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" You asked and he looked at you in shock "I'm making your favourite."

Javier pondered your offer a moment, his eyes settling on Layla as she started to nod off where she sat and a small smile graced his lips.

"I uh... Yeah, I'd love to."

An hour later you were sat at your table, Layla in her highchair beside you eating her own food messily as you and Javier ate your Enchiladas. You didn't say much to each other, just ate in tense silence. Then after Layla was changed, read a story by Javier after much insistence and then she was asleep and you were both sat waiting for the other to speak.

"I made such a mess of everything," Javier said finally and you let out a breathy chuckle at that.

"Just a tad."

"I'm so sorry pétalo." He said softly, taking your hand in his.

"I know you are Javier." You replied softly "And I want to forgive you but I need some time."

"Of course." He replied, "I understand."

"I'm glad you're back Javi." You smiled at him as you gave his hand a small squeeze.

~

Your relationship with Javier grew gradually. It started with a few dinners here and there. Then a few days trips out, Layla instantly forming a strong bond with the agent and you found yourself a little relieved. You'd struggled after Scott had died. Your daughter had been little more than a year old and suddenly you were left alone to raise her, with no one to hold you together after your world had fallen apart.

"Feels like forever since I've been on a date." You chuckled as he opened the door for you and you stepped out into the evening air "Never thought I'd go on one with you."

"Why not?"

"Well, you never saw me that way." You stated simply "I always did but I guess I was sort of invisible to you in a way."

"You were never invisible, baby." He said sweetly as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear "I was just too blind to see the perfection that was right in front of me."

...

Highschool...

Contrary to what many of your peers thought. You and Javier weren't attached at the hip. He was popular and you weren't. So when you weren't with him you would sit alone and read, happy in your solitude but when you were alone you were invisible and that didn't always work in your favour.

"Where's your pet Peña?" Asked one kid as he playfully punched Javier.

"She's not my pet Stevens." He growled and you felt a small smile split across your face.

"Seriously though, why do you keep her around?"

"Because she's my oldest friend and she's not a dickwipe like you," Javier replied and the others erupted into fits of laughter.

"I think she's kinda pretty." Said a different voice and you felt your stomach flutter a moment "For a fat chick." That flutter disappeared as soon as it arrived.

"Fuck off James." Peña spat.

"What she is!" The boy protested "Don't tell me you've fucked her."

"No, we're not like that."

"You spend enough time with her. Why haven't you?" Steven's asked and your ears pricked up.

"She's my friend, that's it."

"So you don't want to fuck her?"

"God no." Javier scoffed and your heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.

"Becaaaaaause?" James pushed as you slowly gathered your things, not wanting to hear another word.

"I dunno. She's just not my type."

"And your type is?"

"Thin, tall, gorgeous." Javier shrugged nonchalantly before his head shot up and he caught your eye.

You weren't able to hold back the tears as you sprinted away, sobbing harder when the others he was with all laughed at your expense. You didn't stop when you heard Javier call your name, you just ran as hard as you could and as fast as you could but Javier was faster.

"pétalo." He urged as he grabbed your arm.

"Get the fuck off of me." You screamed and he backed off, arms up in surrender.

"Please, just talk to me."

"About what?" You choked "The fact I'm fat? Or that you don't think I'm gorgeous Javier?"

"I didn't think you'd care what I thought." He stated and you scoffed "We're not like that. You don't see me that way, right?"

"It matters Javier." Was all you said before you stormed off, nearly knocking Scott on his ass.

"Whoa hey..." He said as he grabbed you by the shoulders "What's up?"

"I'm fat and ugly." You sobbed, shimmying yourself out of his grasp "Just ask Javi."

Scott watched as you jogged away, his eyes then locking with Javier's as the man stood there and watched you disappear into the school. He wasted no time storming up the dark-haired Peña, eyes raging as he shoved his shoulder.

"What the fuck Javier?" He growled, "How could you say that about her?"

"I didn't say it." He growled "The guys were asking me why I hadn't gotten with her and I said she wasn't my type. She overheard."

"And what did you say your type was?" Scott pushed.

"Williams..."

"What did you say, Peña."

"I said that my type was thin and gorgeous." He replied, "Didn't say she was fat or anything."

"No, you said she didn't fall into those categories." Scott growled "So you said it. Just not in those exact words."

"Why do you even care Scott?"

"Because I care about her!" He snapped in response "I really like her and I hate to see her hurting."

"You like her?" Javier asked, his tone taking on a slightly surprised tone "As in like her like her?"

"Yeah." Scott replied with a shrug "She's beautiful, she's kind and she's genuine..." He paused "What's not to like?"

~

Javier was pulled back to the present by your lips on his, soft and inviting. He felt electricity crackle through him as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. He couldn't believe this was the first time he'd kissed you and as your tongues started their dance of passion, he wondered why the hell he'd never done this before.

Pulling away, you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked up at him through your lashes and your heart thundered in your throat. He smiled at you in a way you'd never seen before. His eyes glittering in the dim light of evening and you allowed yourself to revel at the moment. A moment you'd wanted to share with him since you knew what love was.

"That was nice." He said softly and you chuckled at that.

"Yeah." You nodded "It was."

You stared at each other again for a short while, your breaths mingling in the chilly air as your eyes stared at one another's lips. Then it was a clash of teeth as the two of you kissed each other with a fiery passion that you'd never experienced. He dragged you into the alley beside the restaurant, hoping for a little privacy as the two of you consumed each other.

"How long have you got the sitter for?" He breathed against the shell of your ear before placing hot kisses down your neck.

"Long enough." You moaned before giggling as he dragged you in the direction of his truck.

You were finally going to fuck the man of your dreams.

~

The next month was perfect.

You spent any moment you could together. You'd not been this happy in a while and it felt like nothing could tear it away from you. Layla had been just as attentive to Layla as he was to you, taking her on day trips with you and his pops and you started to imagine your future together. Perhaps you'd have a child together. Get a dog and a few animals. You'd not had any on your farm since your parents had died. Scott had talked about it over and over but it had never come to fruition but perhaps it could with Javi.

A new start.

A new chapter.

Javier had been staying with his pops since he'd come back from Colombia. Helping him with repairs on the Ranch but there was a secret he'd been keeping from you. He wanted to tell you, truly but as time had gone on and the two of you grew closer and closer he realised that he had gotten himself into a mess. A mess he had no idea how to get himself out of. He loved you, loved Layla and he'd started to picture his life with you but as he did, Scott haunted his mind. He'd been gone just over a year and now here he was, fucking you in the bed that the two of you used to share and playing happy families with a little girl that wasn't his.

The guilt consumed him and the more he dwelt on it the worse the feeling got. He wanted to be the man you deserved. He wanted to give you the safety and security you'd lost the day that truck driver had napped behind the wheel.

~

10 years previous...

You were exhausted.

Laying in the uncomfortable hospital bed you watched as Scott rocked his newborn son in his arms. It was the most beautiful sight you'd ever seen. The man who'd shown you what true love really is, holding the tiny life he'd help create. Well him and the antibiotics you'd been taken that had rendered your birth control useless. You'd not really paid attention to the doctor when he'd prescribed them for you and as you lay there watching Scott place a gentle kiss on his little boy's brow, you found yourself glad you hadn't. This was the best accident you'd ever had.

"Hey pétalo." Came a soft voice and you turned your head to see Javier standing in the doorway of your room.

"Hey, Javi." You replied, giving him a sleepy smile.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Tired, sore, elated."

"Would you like to hold him?" Asked Scott as he walked over to Javier, Jacob sleeping soundly in his arms.

"You sure?" Javier asked as his eyes flitted between you and Scott.

"Yes, you dummy." You chuckled, wincing as you pushed yourself up in your bed.

"He needs to meet his godfather." Scott said with a smile and Javier's eyes grew teary "Here."

Javier carefully gathered the infant in his arms and he swooned as Jacob opened his eyes a moment, their orbs locking in a moment so pure and precious.

"Hey, little man." He said softly, smiling when the baby gave him a gummy yawn "I'm your uncle Javi. You're gonna be so loved, little buddy."

"Yeah." You sighed as you watched the two men in your life fawn over the life you'd just pushed into the world "Yeah he will."

"I uh... There's a surprise back at the house for you." Said Javi when he finally tore his eyes away from the child in his arms "Pops helped me with it. I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I'll love it." You said sleepily as your eyes grew heavy "It's from you."

You'd gotten home the following morning to a hand-carved crib sitting in the nursery. It was beautiful, with the dial you and Scott had bought a few days prior hanging over the top of it.

"Who knew Peña was good with his hands." Said Scott, eliciting a choked laugh from you as you looked up at your love and kissed you sweetly "I love you."

"I love you too." You replied, your heart the fullest it had ever been.

~

1 month later...

You pulled up outside the Peña ranch, glancing back at Layla who was sleeping soundly in her car seat. You decided to leave her there whilst you went to fetch Javier, leaving your door open so that the breeze could reach her.

You hoped he was home, having something pretty major you wanted to tell him but when your eyes scanned the area, you noted on Chucho's truck was there. Knocking three times, you waited but a few seconds before the older Peña answered the door.

"Mija." He said sweetly "What are you doing here? Want to come in?"

"I uh... I came here to talk to Javi about something. He here?"

Chucho's face dropped and the older man cursed under his breath before his eyes returned to your face.

"Chucho?" You asked but still, the older man remained silent "Where's Javi?"

"He left Mija." He stated "Late last night."

"Left to go where?" You asked, your voice cracking.

"Colombia." He stated and you shook your head, this couldn't be happening again "He was offered a promotion and asked to assist in taking down Cali. He said he was going to tell you..."

"This has to be a joke." You choked, your knees growing weak "Chucho please tell me you're joking."

"Mija-" He shook his head and you screamed as you dropped to your knees "Mija come on." He said softly as he led you inside and helped you sit before dashing out to your car and fetching Layla.

He found you clutching your middle as you sobbed, fat tears splashing on the polished wood floor before you looked up at him holding your daughter.

"I'm pregnant Chucho." You sobbed and his eyes grew wide "I'm pregnant and it's Javi's."

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[pennyserenade]

for the husband, one night stand and bff game

sorry in advance: gregory peck, cary grant, javier peña

husband, one night stand, best friend

this another cruel one. you people know me too well (love you for that, though)

i gotta get this out of the way and say i'd one night stand cary grant. given that he had five marriages, i'm not sure he was very good at that. i think i'd make a good first wife but i'm not so sure about a good sixth. i'm also not so sure he was good at the best friend thing either, because if he wasn't making sure to charge them for the phone calls they made at his house or making them split the cost of a party straight down to the roll of toilet paper in the bathroom, he was in sleeping/in love with them. i'd just like him for the night. the gregory peck and javier peña thing is tearing me apart, though, i'd like to have you know. i'd think i'd marry javi, firstly because he is so good looking and secondly because i would take his last name. love gregory peck, but there's no way in hell i'm taking a white man's last name. for a long time, my last name all i had of my culture so i clung to it. also, i feel like you need a gregory peck bestie for a javier peña husband. that's a good balance to have in life

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

DAY 15. MOVING IN TOGETHER.

A CHALLENGE WITH JAVIER PEÑA. ┃ NARCOS.

❝ words: about 1k.

Quite the opposite of how talkative Javi is in the mornings, he has barely murmured a buenos días when he has woken up and left your bed. Last night he decided to stay in your house, due to his being filled with a bunch of boxes about the case that cost his life to one of his friends. You haven't asked him how he feels, nor if you can help him somehow, being aware that he will speak to you about it if he needs to. You can't help but feel sorry for him, wanting to comfort your boyfriend as he did months ago when your dad passed away.

Javi is just sitting in front of you at the table in the kitchen, with a hand kept in a pocket of his jeans and the other rested by a side of the cup of coffee he's trying to drink. Gaze lost somewhere over the wooden board, being centered on whatever is crossing his mind right now.

“Un centavo por tus pensamientos”. You whisper, not wanting to alter his calm.

(A penny for your thoughts).

It takes him too long seconds to raise his chin and lie his dark tired eyes on you. “Me gusta tu apartamento”.

(I like your house).

A tender smile arches up your lips, as he places the back of his hand over the table beckoning with his fingers to urge you to place yours over his palm. You do it with no hesitation, lacing your digits so Javi can bring it to his mouth and place a kiss on every knuckle. The sweet gesture causes you a sensation of butterflies within your belly, pulling your hand a little closer to let you know in silence that he wants you on his lap. As he drags back his chair to have some more space, you sit over his legs whilst wrapping your arms around his neck.

You pepper noisy kisses on his cheek, a second before Javi hides his face under your jaw. A deep inhalation of your scent mixed with his, impregnating your skin, is enough for him to find the peace he was lacking. Closing his eyes and focusing on the calmed pulsation that makes throb the tip of his nose, pressed against your jugular vein.

“Y, ¿si me quedo aquí?”

(What if I stay here?)

Pulling yourself back a little confused, not understanding what he is talking about, you watch him licking the center of his top lip almost touching the dark brown hair over it.

“Cuando todo acabe con Escobar. Me puedo regresar a Texas, o me puedo quedar aquí”.

(When all it's over and we catch Escober, I can go back to Texas or stay here).

You can't help but blink stupefied, trying to assimilate what Javier is asking you. Staying in Colombia means more than he wants to show. You just have been dating for the last seven months, but seems like he has very clear how he wants to continue and finish his life —with you by his side.

“También puedes venir conmigo, la DEA te puede ayudar a encontrar un hospital donde trabajar”.

(Or you can come with me. The DEA can help you to find a hospital to work in).

You are still processing what Javier is proposing to you, not sure if he's doing it because of what happened yesterday or if because he really feels it. You babble in silence, nothing with sense comes from your mouth, as the sensation and the wanting of cry grows dangerously inside you.

“No me tienes que cont—”.

(You don't have to say som—).

“Sí”. You just say in a first attempt of creating a sentence. “Sí a todo. A lo que sea. A Colombia o a América”.

(Yes. Yes to all. To anything. To Colombia or the US).

The words escape from your mouth anxiously and excitedly, happy and euphoric. Your eyes get filled by tears in a sight as you continue nodding with your chin, embracing him tighter than ever. So tight that Javier feels he can't breathe for a moment, causing him to laugh.

“Quiero dejar mi casa, venirme aquí contigo. Estar más cerca de ti”.

(I want to leave my house and move with you. Be closer).

You are still nodding your head clung to his neck, not needing to utter a syllable to make him conscious that anything he wants is perfect for you.

“Quiero dormirme y despertar cada día contigo. Y regresar del trabajo y que estés aquí, bailando por toda la casa y cantando a toda voz. Que me saltes encima y me des besos por toda la cara. Que me digas que me has extrañado tanto como yo a ti”. His voice is softer than you have heard it before, talking against your bare shoulder, spreading opened-mouth kisses on it.

(I want to fall asleep and wake up with you every day. I want to come back home and find you here, dancing and singing all around. You jumping onto my arms, giving me kisses, telling me that you've missed me as much as I've missed you).

Javier leans back on his chair sufficiently to be able to cup your cheeks into his huge hands, so now he can press his mouth on yours. Slowly, gently, tenderly. He goes up kissing every tear running your cheeks, finishing with two last pecks to your closed and wet eyelids. As he rests his forehead on yours, he closes them too.

“¿Crees que Murphy nos querrá ayudar con la mudanza?”

(Do you think Murphy will help?)

“Tengo cerveza suficiente para sobornarle”. You giggle, sniffing a little through your nose.

(I have enough beer to bribe him).

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St. Augustine was founded by Spanish admiral and Florida’s first governor, Pedro Menéndez de Avilés on September 8, 1565.

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Heat

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A/N: Many many moons ago (this might be an exaggeration), I wrote a direct message to @undercoverpena about one of her text posts that sent me into a horny spiral. I loved it. You can read the text post here. At lot happened since then, and I bet you all that she must have forgotten or thought I would not finish it, but alas I return from the dead.

Summary: Javier looks so delicious doing hard work under the sun. The kids aren’t home. Heat is not just what the sun gives, it can also be a state of your body.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, clit stim, piv sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, rough sex, javi p is sweaty and you are horny

Word count: 3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51636391

Heat

It’s a thousand degrees outside.

It’s the beginning of autumn and it’s boiling hot, so warm that one cannot fully enjoy the weather when it makes everything feel crispier. You’ll be damned if you are going to spend the sparse and sacred hours of being childfree inside your house with a pout though, because your father-in-law has the kids after a long period of him being unable to babysit.

One would think that now that your three children are in Abuelo Chucho’s hands, it would mean having a long-awaited, as well as well-deserved, date night with your husband, but Javier has decided to spend the day renovating the back porch in the heat. You haven’t rolled your eyes at him yet, but the urge has been there several times.

You sit on the porch swing, dangling your feet just above the wooden boards that are soon to be removed and replaced. There’s a glass of cold lemonade in your hand, a bee buzzing somewhere nearby. 

Javier is in the shed at the back of the garden. You can hear him move things around, occasionally letting out a swear word moments after something clatters to the floor with a loud bang. 

You sip your lemonade through its straw. The honey bee has found the bush of lavender, and you let your eyes close to listen to the sounds of late summer, the start of fall. The sun dances on your lids, sweat forms at the small of your back just above your shorts and right below your cropped t-shirt.

After a few minutes where you’ve leaned back into the backrest of the porch swing, and nearly fallen asleep, you hear Javier returning. Automatically, your eyes open at hearing him speak. 

“Hey, enjoying yourself?” He has come over to peck your lips. You allow it, holding up the glass of lemonade afterward to watch his lips close around the straw. He takes a long sip whilst his eyes are fixed on yours.

“Gotta stay hydrated if you want to work in this heat,” you note.

“Just gonna be all pretty sitting there and watching me?” He asks after swallowing, and you have to force yourself to look away from the way his Adam's Apple bobs.

“Mh-hm,” you nod without saying much, knowing you’ll break if you try to get an actual sentence out.

“Alright,” he just replies, and you swear you catch some sort of undertone in his voice. He kisses you again, lingering a second too long for you to be indifferent towards it, and then stretches again. A less collected version of you wants to undo his belt right there, but you let him go instead. Not without regret though.

And then he starts working, dragging planks across the soon-naked porch deck, and you start sweating even more at the sight. Even moreso at the grunts he elicits during his labor.

Javier is beautiful underneath the burning sun, sweat-slicked chest hair peeking out from under his grayish shirt that he has unbuttoned at the top. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows because they cannot go up any further than that, tightening around the beginnings of his biceps and causing your head to swim when you think about those arms around you. 

You allow yourself to ogle him as he is lost in the task. The straw in your lemonade sits in your mouth, your tongue curling around it briefly before you sip to clench your thirst. There’s sweat collecting on Javier’s brow, threatening to drip down, and when it finally does slide down the side of his head, your eyes burn from refraining from blinking as you watch the beads roll down his neck and into the clavicle of it. You press your thighs together.

The gray shirt has darkened in color around his shoulders due to dampness. Whenever Javier turns his back to you, you can see the darker patch has reached his lower back too. Your tongue darts out to lick at nothing around your mouth, and you know that your husband would laugh at you if he saw it.

There’s something dirty about watching the way he brushes slick hair from his forehead. He has knelt down on the deck by now, occasionally on all fours when he reaches for something in front of himself, and when he gets really concentrated, straining his back muscles so much that the shirt starts fighting for its life, he pulls a face that nearly makes you fall off the porch swing. 

You bite your lip, choose your words but none seems to do the job so you settle for something more simple, “Javi.”

“Sí, mi amor?” Javier doesn’t look up. 

You remind yourself that he has talked about redoing the porch since his father agreed to take the kids. You won’t spoil it for him, and you know that a half-finished project with three kids is not an ideal situation for you, so you compose yourself.

“I think I need to get out of the sun for a bit, can I get you some water?” You ask instead of getting on your knees to beg - or more - and then you walk past him. 

“Sure,” he replies as you pass him, and it makes you unable to see the smirk on his face, “Water would be great. Thanks, honey.”

Inside the kitchen, you fill a glass with cold water from the refrigerator. You even get a few ice cubes from the tray in your freezer but instead of dumping them into your husband’s drink, you hold them against your chest with a sigh of relief. Something burns in the pit of your stomach, even more when you return to the porch and hand Javier the glass of water. He hasn’t gotten less enticing; shirt clinging to him, hair sticking to his forehead, a groan as he gets up from the floor.

“Should be done by tomorrow,” he says as he takes the glass from your hand, causing a bolt of electricity to shoot down your spine as your fingers brush. It’s ridiculous since both of you know that he is yours already. 

“Mm-hm,” you watch him gulp down nearly all of his drink. 

And then he does something that you might never recover from; he pours the remaining water over himself in an attempt to cool down. It wets his hair even more, and he runs his thick fingers through it to shake out the excess droplets. 

Time stands still. Your heart hammers in your chest, pulse traveling through your veins until you can feel the throbbing of each heartbeat between your legs. You press your thighs together and let out a whimper of breath. 

“Baby?” You say softly to earn a hm? It feels shameful to meet Javier’s eyes. However when you do, you notice his pupils have dilated in desire, gaze flickering down your body for the shortest time, and you choose to strike. 

You step into Javier’s personal space, hand reaching up to lie on his chest. The soft pads of your fingers rest on his skin where his buttons are undone, and you try to keep a doe-eyed look on your face as you rub his exposed skin gently.

“I was thinking,” you start, trail off.

“Yes?” He drags the word out. You can hear the smirk on his face but it feels too vulnerable to look him in the eye.

“Since we’re alone,” you continue, gaze fixated on the chest hair that is exposed in the heat, “And since there’s air conditioning inside, we could do something together.”

“Do what?” He says like someone who has figured you out. His strong hand comes up to wrap around your wrist, lifting your palm to his mouth. He kisses it. 

Your face burns with embarrassment at the fact that you can barely contain yourself in his presence. That and the fact that it is usually so easy, so why does it feel so difficult to ask for what you want? 

“You know what.”

“I need you to say it, need you to ask for it, mi vida,” he teases and places your hand on the side of his face. He releases a breath at your touch, eyes fluttering closed so you feel brave enough to look up at his face. He leans further into you and looks as ready as you to give in. 

“I need you to touch me,” your voice trembles. Javier just barely shudders at hearing your words, opening his eyes once more to reveal their darkened color. 

“Touch you where?” Javier continues his little game. He mirrors you, touches your face too, “Here?”

“No.”

His hand moves down to brush your neck, “Here then? It must be here.”

“No,” you shake your head, “Please, Javi.”

Javier’s hand slides down your front and settles on the exposed skin of your belly. It causes you to hold your breath. Then it goes down, slips past the elastic band of your shorts and into your damp underwear. You gasp as two of his fingers slide through the wetness between your legs, tips finding your pulsing clit immediately after. Thank God you have hedges around the back garden and thank God that they’re tall enough to keep prying eyes away from the scene that unfolds. 

“What about here? I hope it’s here because I don’t want to stop,” he rubs you off slowly until your legs start to shake underneath you. He works his fingers back and forth, from side to side, one on either side of your clit and something builds and builds and—

You come with a little cry and bury your face in Javier’s chest. Your hand on the side of his face falls down to his shoulder which you grip as you soak your underwear even more, thighs trapping his hand as they clamp together. As your head spins, Javier chuckles out a swear word above you. 

“Never gets old,” he adds and you start giggling. 

After a few seconds of letting you breathe, Javier cups your face and lifts your lips to his own in a kiss that tells you everything you need to know, where you’re heading, which direction. You kiss him back slowly and he licks the inside of your mouth, guides you toward the screen door that leads inside of the house. He has you, you want to say, body and soul. 

“Let me take my beautiful wife to bed,” he begs and you nod repeatedly, mumbling a soft plea. He peppers you with sweet kisses that turn more heated as you get closer to the bedroom door. He toes off his shoes on the way, leaving them forgotten in the hallway along with pieces of clothing that he sheds you and himself of. 

When you’re both naked, sticking together from the sweat that is already shining on your skin, he hoists you up and carries you to the bed effortlessly. You cling to him by wrapping your limbs around his body, and he kneels down on the bed and places you on your back - and then he doesn’t leave but instead melts into you.

“Te deseo mucho, mi amor,” he murmurs and crushes you so heavenly with his weight, connecting his lips to your throat and sucking a purple mark onto your skin. You’ll scold him for it later but right now, you simply whine. His voice vibrates against your neck, “You really thought all I was gonna do was redo the stupid porch? Not do you?”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you bite back with no real hostility, first snorting at his choice of words and then letting out a sigh as he continues tasting your salty skin, “I was ready to go insane, so please fuck me.”

“Dramatic as ever,” he teases and then holds himself up with one arm so he can reach down between your bodies. You bend your legs and let your knees fall out to the sides, breath hitching until it becomes a whimper when the head of Javier’s cock slides through your folds. 

“Please,” you say, and have never been so willing. His cockhead catches on your clit, and your moan comes out a lot louder than intended. You are just about to cover your mouth with your hand when you realize you don’t have to; you can cry and whine and scream all you want to. It makes you yearn for him in a newfound sense and makes you want to scream already. 

“Paciencia, mi amor,” he tuts but still reads your mind. He enters you a moment later, pushing inside easily from the slick that’s already smearing your inner thighs. He groans as you take him, eyes intensely focused on yours whilst stretching your pussy open in a delicious sting. Your hands find his broad shoulders instead of their usual place clamped down on your mouth. You let yourself be noisy as you adjust.

“That’s it,” he slurs, “Be noisy all you want. Good girl.”

When he pulls out and eases back in, the two of you moan in unison. He does it again but follows it up with a breathless laugh when your noises already climb in pitch. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he says soothingly as if you’ve hurt yourself.

But then he shows no mercy and speeds up. His rhythm becomes something else entirely; hard and fast, sending the eyes in your head rolling backward into your skull with a f-fuck dripping from your lips.

Everything is so different. Usually, you breathe so deeply into each other’s bodies, connecting your lips whenever the other is about to give away what the two of you are doing to the rest of the house. Your noses will bump against each other as you are impossibly close to one another, an occasional h-ah escaping your mouth or a low grunt from Javier’s, and if not even a kiss can cover up the noises, Javier’s strong hand or your own will cover your mouth as you cry through the most intense orgasms a man has ever given you.

But now. Oh God. Javier is making you sing until the house is shaking, every noise bouncing off the walls to ricochet right back to your ears. You can hear yourself sound obscene as he makes you come a second time, wanton moans falling from your slack mouth. You tremble, thighs jiggling along his sides as he drives his cock into you to prolong your pleasure. 

“There you are, Christ, you are perfect,” he praises, continues to pound your oversensitive cunt, “Let it all out, baby.”

“More,” you beg, “Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grunts. 

You reach down between your legs as best as you can, already thinking of a third orgasm now that your clit is untouched. If not only to shout yourself hoarse.

Javier traps you between his arms, propping himself up on his forearms and sliding his fingers into your hair. He tugs slightly as he rolls his hips, pain erupting from your sensitive follicles and adding to your third high that is building. 

You circle your clit fast, barely able to contain yourself as your cunt goes off into delicious spasm. You think you might actually start crying with how intense it feels, Javier’s cock twitching inside of you whilst he moans too. He buries his face in your shoulder.

“Don’t pull out,” you gasp up at the ceiling, nails creating little crescent marks on the muscles of his broad shoulder, “Javi, oh fuck, come in me. Don’t pull out. Pleasepleaseplease.”

The comment makes Javier pull back a little, raising himself on his elbow to look down at you. His fingers are still in your hair, an occasional moan tumbles out of his mouth as he continues reaching deep inside of you, and his eyes bore into yours. He furrows his brow from being so close, barely able to speak from how ragged his breathing is.

“What—?” He grunts. Any moment now.

“Not ovulating,” you moan back at him, tightening your legs around his waist to punctuate your want, your need. You try meeting his every thrust to encourage his own high, “Please, baby. Need you to come in me.”

“Mierda, estas una chica sucia,” his hips stutter, “You love getting filled to the brim, don’t you?” 

You nod frantically. 

“Just want me to keep knocking your sweet cunt up, huh?” He moans. 

“Yes. Whole fucking football team.”

“C’mere,” he catches your mouth in a heated kiss, nodding slightly, but it turns messy as soon as he gets to orgasm. He whimpers into your mouth when he is just on the brink, and then he gasps as the first rope of come starts to fill you. You let out a big sigh against his mouth for show, taking everything he has to give you whilst he shudders in your arms. 

It takes a moment to calm down. Your arms rest beside your head and your eyes close, trying to calm your heavy breathing. Above you, Javier hisses when he pulls out of you and you can immediately feel his come dripping out of you. 

Javier kisses your exposed chest. He slides his hands up your forearms to eventually hold each of your hands, flopping down onto you again. 

“Ice water,” you say after a while of laying together like this. 

“Hm?” He squeezes your hands.

“Go get some ice water, your wife is boiling.”

“Fine,” he groans. 

When he comes back, he has also brought a towel and you spend the rest of the afternoon trailing ice cubes across your warm skin after cleaning yourself up. It’ll be easier to work in the colder evening sun anyway.

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Boss — Chapter 16

pairing: javier peña x CIA!OC

warnings: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI), blowjob, these two being sickly in love, me not following the narcos plot line, mild depictions of a panic attack or two, ptsd x2, rough sex, unprotected p in v, oral sex (male receiving), restraints, allusions to trauma from r*pe (no mention/description of the act), riding, creampie, maybe a bit of breeding kink?, all around FEELINGS

words: 6.1k

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Javier woke up with the sun, limbs tangled with Valeria’s as she slept peacefully beside him. Her dark brown hair was a mess across her face and pillows, lips parted just slightly as she dreamed. He smiled and fought the urge to lean over and kiss her, choosing to satiate his need by reaching for a cigarette.

The lighter flicked as he held the stick in his mouth, shielding the flames from the breeze of his fan with his free hand, a bright cherry appearing at the end of the cigarette. With a deep pull in, Javier laid back down and thought back to the night before. He’d finally done it—laid his broken heart out on the table, giving her the perfect opportunity to spit and stomp on it, except…she didn’t. Instead, she carefully picked it up with her hands, steady and gentle as a surgeon, and held it up to her own.

See? Not that different than mine.

Of course, she didn’t even need to say the words for him to know what she meant. She didn’t turn away at the sight of his soul laid bare. She climbed right into his lap and thanked him, kissed him, opened herself up to him in a different, but still deeply impactful way. It made his head spin—his love for her.

He remembered growing up in a house full of love. He’d never seen a man love a woman quite like his father loved his mother, and vice versa. It felt almost impossible to achieve, their soul-entwined romance, even as a boy. He always assumed he’d never find it, and that assumption was confirmed for a very long time, reaching its climax when he left Lorraine at the altar. Even the day he met Valeria in Bogota and felt that sickening spark in his chest, he assumed it was beyond his reach.

And yet, here she was, just five months later…proving him wrong.

“Coffee…” Valeria stirred awake at the smell of tobacco, lifting her head and groggily mumbling the first desire that popped into her brain. Javier chuckled and combed his hand through her messy mane of caramel highlighted waves as she sat up and stretched. Her eyes finally peeled open and looked around the room until she found him laid beside her, her plump lips curling into a grin as she leaned down and pecked his lips. “Good morning, my love.”

“You want some coffee?” He asked softly, stroking up and down her spine, leaving a trail of chills behind. She nodded and trailed her kisses down his jaw and neck, his eyes trained on the top of her head as she kept going lower, down his chest and stomach, pausing when she reached the hair right at his lower belly. Lifting her eyes, she watched as he carefully kept her eye contact while breathing in another drag of his smoke. “What are you doing, querida?”

“Shh,” she hushed him as her kisses continued lower, lips pressing against his hairy base before meeting his shaft. His cock twitched and sprung to life at the touch, brows lacing together as she held him with her hand, pumping him until he became fully erect. Her lips sloppily kissed up and down the underpart of his cock, tongue trailing over the thick vein and earning a moan.

“Baby,” Javier breathed out in thanks, his eyes fluttering closed for a second before widening when he felt her tongue against his balls. He sat up on his elbows and ran his hands over her hair, his face pained but feeling the furthest from it. “Dirty girl,”

“Just for you.” She purred back and sucked him in, his lips parting in an “o” before feeling her pull away with a pop. He grinned and shook his head at her as she licked a broad stripe up the underside of his cock, flicking her tongue at the tip while her palm stroked him. “Lay back, baby. Let me take care of you.”

“I think I died in my sleep and woke up in heaven.” He breathed out as he laid his head back against the pillows.

Unfortunately for the two of them, it seemed he’d just managed to jinx everything.

Riiiiing. Riiiiiing. Riiii-

“Yes, hello?” He picked up his bulky cellphone laying on his bedside table and snapped at the caller.

“Sorry, sir—didn’t mean to wake you. We just have an update on the situation in Cali,” Javier sighed and rubbed his temple, ashing out his now spent cigarette. Valeria took in his stress and sighed, sitting back on her ankles in between his legs, hands running up and down his thighs.

“Yeah, go ahead.” He sighed and sat up, pinching her chin and mouthing an apology before standing. She pouted her lip out as he walked to his closet and grabbed his work clothes for the day, every other second acknowledging the other person on the line. “Alright, keep your eyes open. Call me when you get more details.”

He hung up and walked back to her, cock still half-hard and dangling proudly as he reached her on the edge of the bed. He leaned down, hand holding her chin, and pressed his lips to hers softly.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Feistl and Van Ness think the coronel is clean. I don’t know…hopefully they’re smarter than they look.” He sighed and stood upright, holding his hand out. “Wanna join me in the shower? We might still have time to finish what we were doing—“

“You think you can interrupt me in the middle of a performance and still get some?” She lovingly teased, squinting her eyes at him as she stood from the bed, body completely bare. She grabbed his face with her hand and stood up on tip-toes to kiss him, biting his lip before pulling away. His eyes remained closed for a moment, lips still puckered as though he was expecting more. She chuckled and pushed him back lightly, stepping past him and walking down the hall to his kitchen. Javier watched her hips and ass as she left, not at all caring about the fact that she was practically dragging his heart along by a leash. “I’ll make breakfast. Enjoy your shower, Agent Peña.”

“You’re killing me, baby.” He grumbled as he dragged his feet to the bathroom, wishing he could strangle his agents for interrupting his perfect dream of a morning.

When he emerged from the steamy bathroom, hair damp, a towel draped lazily around his hips, Valeria were wearing a white t-shirt of his and nothing else. His record player was on and turned up all the way, a George Strait song filling the apartment as she cooked. He leaned against the wall and watched as she kept her back to him, unaware of his presence, she hips swaying to the slow beat. She spun around, eyes closed and a wooden spoon held up to her lips like a microphone.

“Hey, superstar,” he spoke up over the music once he was sufficiently amused, watching as she jumped and clutched her chest. She doubled over with laughter at her own embarrassment as he walked around the counter to join her in the tight space, his hands sliding over her sides to rest on her hips. “Didn’t know you liked country.”

“I’m a never-ending series of secrets.” She hummed with a smile, leaning up on her toes and pressing her lips against his in a few punctuated pecks, Javier smiling back. “Save any hot water for me?”

“It’s not fair. Making me shower alone.” He purred as he used his nose to nudge her head back, his lips softly kissing all over her neck and throat. She giggled and pushed him away, Javier groaning and pulling her back in. “And now I have to live with the knowledge that you’re in there without me.”

“I made you breakfast and coffee. That should keep you satisfied until after work—“

“After work?” He asked as though it was some giant feat to go the next ten hours without falling into bed. For him it was.

“Yes, after work. Do you think I’m going to fuck you at the office?” She rolled her eyes and chuckled, sliding past him and making her way over to his bathroom.

“Yeah. Was kind of hoping.” He spoke to the air as she shut the door, leaving him in the kitchen with only his meal to satiate his hunger.

Twenty minutes later, Valeria stepped out of his bathroom, tiptoeing into the bedroom to avoid leaving a trail of wet footsteps. Javier stood by his closet when she walked in, buttoning his dress shirt. He turned his head and felt his fingers slip up as he took her in. He’d never get used to seeing her like this—his yellow towel hugged tight to her curvy frame, waves damp, not an ounce of makeup on her perfect face. She smiled bashfully as she walked over to her slacks from the day before, sliding them on and forgoing underwear for the time being. He turned around and watched as she slipped on her lacy bra, spinning around as she tried to remember what happened to her shirt.

“Ripped it, remember?” He reminded her with a smirk, voice smug as he walked over to his dresser. He reached into a drawer near the bottom and pulled out a white-button down she’d been searching for since she left Laredo. “Uh, you left this…at my dads.”

“And you brought it to Bogota with you?” She grinned as she accepted it, watching as his cheeks turned pink in a…blush? Javier Peña was blushing and she was the reason. “Well, thank you for keeping it safe.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes and turned around to hide his boyish smile, walking back to his closet to pick out a tie while she finished changing. “I think I need to go to Cali soon. I have a bad feeling about Stechner. He’s just waiting for me to fuck up, I know it.”

“God, if I had known I’d be working under him…would’ve never accepted this job.” She groaned as she tucked her shirt into her slacks. “It’s obvious he didn’t get this far by being likable.”

“I feel like I work for him too.” He sighed and turned around after shrugging on his blazer, eyes raking over her form as she pulled her still-dampened hair back into a tight ponytail, turning to look in the mirror on his dresser.

“You think I’ll look okay without makeup?” She asked as his gaze suddenly felt searing.

“You’re…perfect.” He breathed out in a show of worship as he stepped to her, watching her eyes roll as he slid his hands over the swell of her ass. “Mio.”

“Oh, si?” She asked playfully, grabbing his tie and tugging on it until he met her kiss-swollen lips, biting them and bruising them all the more. “Everyone’s going to think I’ve been in a fight.”

“With just your lips?” He asked before watching her lean back, pulling her collar down to show him the love bites up and down her collarbone. “Shit, I didn’t even realize. I’m sorry, baby. I—how can we—”

“It’s okay, Jav. I like it. Besides, when my shirt’s buttoned up, you can’t even see them.” She proved her case by buttoning her shirt up all the way, Javi groaning at the way the shirt gapped at her chest from the buttons straining.

“That’s not any better, cariño.” He chuckled and shook his head, stepping back and taming himself before he could ruin another one of her shirts. Valeria snickered at his frustration and looked down at her watch, gasping at the time.

“Gonna be late.” She rushed past him, hitting him with her perfume, and walked into the living room to put her briefcase together. Javier couldn’t take the smile off his face if he wanted. She was here, waking up with him, cooking breakfast for him, getting ready for the day with him…and soon she’d be off to work in the very same office as him. This was how it should’ve been all along. “Okay, I’ll see you at the office.”

“Slow down, mi cariño,” he stopped her and pulled her in for another achingly slow kiss, pulling a soft and satisfied moan from her as she melted into his touch. “Okay. That’ll hold me off until lunch.”

“We’ll see.” She chuckled and reached for the door handle, stopping and looking at him over her shoulder as he got his things together. Though there was no specific reason to say it, she felt her heart banging against her chest at the mere sight of him existing so close to her. “I love you, Javier.”

Javier froze and lifted his eyes, his smile returning yet again as he stood upright and took her in. A dream. This had to be a dream. “I love you.”

•••

“Agent Hernandez.” Javier nodded at Valeria civilly as she arrived at the office, passing by her at the elevator while talking with his secretary. She tried to mimick his lack of affection and hold her smirk back, but it was made difficult when he shot a wink her way over his shoulder.

“Agent Peña.” She finally managed out a bit too late as he was already walking off towards his office. As she walked to hers, she began to start feeling like he was right. Was nine more hours of this doable? There had to be a way to get him alone for even just a peck…or seven.

“Ma’am,” her secretary—the one who’d been lucky enough to bed Javier before Valeria could claim him as her own again—knocked on her office door, making her jump as she set her briefcase down. “Oh, sorry, ma’am. I just have your morning debrief.”

“Thank you,” she sighed and reached for it, eyes avoiding the young woman’s as to avoid the situation completely.

“One more thing, ma’am. If I could…” Her tone caused Valeria’s eyes to finally lift to meet hers, her fingers fidgeting as they were clasped in front of her body. “I heard…I heard that you and Chief Peña used to…be together,”

Valeria tensed, eyes narrowed as she studied the nervous looking girl in her early twenties.

“And, well, I’ve been trying to get his attention. Trying to figure out what he likes in a woman,” Was she really asking her for tips on bagging Javier? “But everything I do, he just seems so uninterested. I was hoping you could help.”

“This is a workplace, not a singles party.” Valeria spat, sitting down and dropping her eyes to her desk. “Get back to work while you still have a job to get back to.”

“Yes, ma’am...”

She felt bad—well, no. She didn’t. It was inappropriate even if she hadn’t currently been in love with the man in question. But, still, she knew she was being a bit harsh.

She used to have a strong reputation of not tolerating any bullshit, and ever since Javier came along and softened her hard heart, she hadn’t been the same. Valeria reckoned it was well overdue that she become the office bitch again—at least occasionally. “And bring me a coffee while you’re at it!”

By the time lunch rolled around, she was starving—but not for food. The office dwindled down to only a few stragglers eating at their desks, Javier included, of course. She couldn’t hide the smitten grin on her face as she practically skipped over to his office, shocked when she opened it to find her secretary on her knees in front of him. Though, she gave Javier credit—he didn’t look very interested or reciprocating as he sat with his hands up in defense, eyes wide as he turned from the woman to his woman.

“Sorry, ma’am!” She stood up and tried to save herself, but Valeria’s glare struck right through her.

“Pack your things.” She kept her eyes on the picture of Bill Clinton on the wall rather than either of the two looking at her.

“Ma’am, I promise. It won’t happen again. I was just—“

“Just…what?” She asked in the most condescending way possible, gesturing at the scene. Javier watched her with pride as she tore into the young woman, reminding him of himself with the way she narrowed her eyes.

“Just—“

“Chief Peña, did you initiate this…encounter?” She turned to her secret boyfriend, watching as he shook his head, surprised that he felt a bit scared by her too.

“Okay, so then…what’s left to explain?” She turned her eyes back to the young woman. “Clear your desk. You’re done here.”

“Yes ma’am.” She sighed and hurried out of the office, closing the door behind her. Valeria turned her head back to Javier, his hands still held up in defense.

“Don’t be mad at me, she just walked in and got down there and—wait, you’re not mad…” His worried look turned into delight as Valeria sauntered towards him, kneeling down behind his desk just like her secretary, but unlike her, she properly hid herself behind the desk. With her hands sliding up his slacks, Javier beamed down with a grin, stroking her jaw and face as she inched closer to his crotch. “Cariño, I thought we had to wait until work was over,”

“We do…” She purred, hands finally reaching the bulge in his pants, running up and down the iron-hard length. “But real quick, I have to make sure you know who you belong to.”

“You, mi vida. Only you,” he breathed out, completely swept away by her. Valeria smiled like a devil as she leaned in, teeth tracing the outline of his cock, Javier’s head falling back against his seat at the action before fast knocks rang out on his door. It took everything in him not to scream out of frustration for being interrupted for the second time today in the very same position. Valeria quickly stood up and fixed her appearance before he begrudgingly called for the intruder to come in. “Stechner, to what do I owe this visit?”

“C’mon, Peña,” he nudged his head back, eyes flickering to Valeria as she stood by Javier’s desk. “We’re going on a trip.”

“A trip?” She asked, looking down at Javier, his face equally as confused.

“I’m sorry, are you his guardian?” He asked with a tilt of his head, taking in her state. She sighed and looked away from him as Javier slid on his blazer, Stechner holding up his hand. “Won’t need that where we’re headed.”

Javier looked back at Valeria with concern as he walked out of the office with Stechner, the agent looking down at Javier’s dress shoes.

“You wore the wrong shoes.”

•••

Valeria had been sick with worry all day, unable to focus on a single thing given that Javier had just been whisked off to god knows where with Bill Stechner. What if he’d sent him on a mission? What if he sent him home? What if, what if, what if…

Knock, knock.

She rushed over to her apartment door and looked through the peephole. Javier stood looking more than just physically disheveled, fingers frantically running through his overgrown hair. She swung the door open and practically tackled him in her arms, his arms tight around her waist as he walked them backwards into her apartment, shutting and locking the front door behind him.

“I was so worried, I tried to call your cell, but—“

“He brought me out to the fucking jungle with a couple stupid fucking senators…” He mumbled against her hair as he held her tight for a few more seconds.

It had been a trip from hell since he first set foot on the tarmac. Not only was he being kidnapped by the most insufferable agent he’d ever met, he was also forced to interact with out of touch senators who seemed desperate to try and relate. But how could they? They couldn’t smell the death toll all the way in Washington over the smell of their blood money and mistresses.

But here…in the middle of the Colombian jungle, Javier knew exactly what had taken place. Neither of the senators knew enough about war to notice that the bloody scene they were walking into had been staged by Stechner to earn their pity, but Javi knew from the first minute.

It made him sick—his fellow agent resorting to stage-show tactics in order to fucking fundraise. And all to further his agenda—it didn’t even have a single thing to do with the war Javier lost sleep over night after night. All the images of bloody bodies, dead women, abused women who wished they were dead…it meant nothing to the United States government.

Bringing his attention back to the present, locking his trauma-ridden eyes with Valeria’s, he let out a shaky breath. She held his face in her hands as she stood with him in the living room, trying to be patient but aware that he was clearly rattled.

“Javi, what happened?” She asked in the softest voice she could muster, trying and failing to hide her concern. His shaking hands rested on either side of her round face, smoothing back her hair as he gathered his composure, not wanting to misplace his anger and frustration on her.

“Stechner—he, uh, he took us out to the jungle.” He started, his jaw ticking to the side as his pulse began to race again. This was a panic attack in the making, he knew that very well. But it would have to wait. “Showed them a pile of dead bodies…I…I don’t know who did the killing, but…it was all a fucking show. Staged by Stechner himself in order to…secure our funding.”

Her heart broke as his eyes welled with tears, tearing away from hers as he dropped his hands from her face, worried he couldn’t control himself. When he stepped back, he wiped his hands over his face, trying his best to calm down. To breathe. To try to remember he was safe.

“Jav,” she placed her hand on his arm and felt him jump, stepping back out of instinct. Javier turned to her with an apologetic and broken sigh, quickly stumbling into her arms, this time allowing her to cradle him rather than the other way around. She held onto the back of his head as he buried his face in her neck, her other hand rubbing the broad expanse of his shoulder.

“No one fucking cares. They don’t care about stopping them. Don’t care about the people who’ve died fighting for this shit. They don’t care about me. Don’t care about you. Don’t care about…” He kept repeating it over and over like a mantra, her heart splitting in half as she tried to coo him and shush his panicked mind.

“Javi, baby, you’re…” Safe? Was anyone in this line of work truly safe? “You’re here. With me. Come here, look at me.”

She forced his head up and held it in her hands, thumbs swiping the tears off his cheeks as he hesitantly lifted his eyes to hers. In an instant he melted, remembering where he was and more importantly, who he was with. He pulled her in for a kiss, hungry and needy and verging on painful.

“Jav, we should talk about it—“

“Don’t wanna talk right now.” He mumbled against her lips as he backed her down the hall to what he assumed was her bedroom. When she sighed, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers, his hands firmly holding onto her hips. “Please…Just need…you. For a little. Then I’ll talk.”

He was begging. Begging for her to allow him to take it out on her. Begging for her to drop it for now. Begging for her—period.

How could she have ever denied him?

“Okay…take me, then.” She breathed out against his lips and felt him melt into her again, walking her backwards until her legs hit the bed, the two of them tumbling onto the mattress half-hazardly. His hands slipped under the material of the nightgown she was wearing, hiking it up until he was tugging it off her body. She was bare underneath it, much to his satisfaction, and he quickly went to work with his hands. His fingers found her wet and ready for him to take what he needed, but he wouldn’t, not until he gave her what she deserved as well. “Oh, fuck…just like that, Jav.”

“Yeah, cariño? Do I make you feel good?” He needed her assurance that he was at least making a difference in her life, since everything else didn’t seem to be affected by his hard work. Valeria nodded and held his face as he slipped one finger in, sinfully targeting the soft spot inside her, prodding at it violently. Vulgar squelches and wet sounds filled the room as she squirmed for him, her pussy throbbing in both pleasure and pain at his roughness until a new sensation began to build inside.

“That feels…good. Different,” she whimpered as his motions grew increasingly aggressive, snapping whatever had been building inside of her and pushing her over a new edge. He forced her eyes down to watch as she squirted all over his hand, her chest heaving as the semi-orgasm crashed over her. It was too much, and not enough. “Fuuuuuuuuck, Javi,”

He’d never heard her whimper like that before. And it drove him crazy.

“Turn around. Head over the edge.” He commanded, and she obeyed like the good girl he knew she was. Javier undid his belt and laid it beside her on the bed—he had plans for it later. Quickly unzipping his slacks, he let them hit the ground before doing the same with his boxers. She eagerly reached for him as he stepped towards her, untying his tie and unbuttoning his sweat-drenched shirt, discarding it onto the pile of clothes already on the ground. He reached to stroke her jaw, her lips parting as her head hung over the edge of the bed, his free hand wrapped around his cock, tapping it against her waiting lips and tongue. “Remember to breathe. Tap the bed twice if it’s too much.”

“It won’t be.” She whispered back, starting a new fire inside of him. Without preamble, he pushed into her mouth, her lips struggling to wrap around him as he slid all the way down her relaxed throat, moaning as he stayed there. He tasted of salt and sweat, but somehow, the man never stank. He simply smelled uniquely like himself—warm, lived in, a hint of his fresh body wash faintly mixed in.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, stroking her cheek with her mouth full of him. She nodded against his palm and he lost it—hips snapping into her mouth and down her throat over and over, his abs tensing at the pleasure mixed with his emotional craving for dominance. His hand slid to her throat to feel his thrusts, his cock buried deep. “Fuck, cariño…you’re taking me so well. So well.”

She let him use her, it being her pleasure given the fact that she would quite literally lay her life down for the man. But he wouldn’t ask that. He’d only ever ask this of her—to let him feel in control for the night. Even in his roughness, he managed to remain tender, something she’d learned was not a common occurrence for him. There were very few people in his life that he ever thought to treat tenderly. His father, his mother’s memory, and now…her.

“Fuck. On all fours, mi vida.” He pulled himself out of her mouth, watching as a string of saliva was wiped away by the back of her hand, her head dizzy as she struggled to sit upright and do as he commanded. Javier reached to help her, noting her frazzled state, cooing praises in her ear as she arched her ass up for him, face buried against the mattress. He reached for his leather belt, kissing between her shoulder blades as he pulled her arms back and restrained them with it.

She gasped as she realized what was happening, the leather digging into her skin triggering painful memories of her time with the sicarios. Her breathing picked up and she tried to tap her hand against the belt, against him, her panic increasing when she couldn’t move to do it. Javier quickly noticed her panic and undid the belt, laying down on the bed beside her and cradling her face, tears falling on their own accord down her cheeks.

“Baby, I—I’m sorry. I should’ve asked—I…I’m so sorry.” He felt like a complete piece of shit. How could he be so worked up with wanting control that he forgot about her trauma? How could he have forgotten to ask? His bottled up emotions were beginning to affect her, now. “We should stop…take a minute to—I’ll stop.”

“No, Javi—“ Valeria reached out and grabbed his arm as he tried to stand up, pulling him back down. “I want to keep going. Want to…we both need to feel good right now. I was just…it caught me off guard. I’m okay. I promise.”

“Baby, you were crying.” He frowned and held her face again, pulling her on top of him. She shook her head as she straddled his lap, giving him a needy look.

“I’m okay. I mean it.” She breathed out and grinded down against his now half-hard shaft, pulling a hesitant moan from his lips. “Please…let’s keep going. I need it. Need you.”

“Tell me if you want to stop—“

“Javi, shh.” She pressed her lips against his and quieted the worry in his mind, using her hand to guide him inside of her with one quick motion. Javier moaned against her lips as she sank down onto him greedily, circling her hips once her clit was flush with his base. Sitting upright, she looked like a goddess above him. The dim light of the lamp casting a yellow glow on her skin, illuminating the highlights and shadows of her supple breasts. Javier felt all need for control wash away in that moment, her body on full display for him, his hands soothing every inch of her warm and soft skin that he could reach.

This was control in its softest and purest form. No pain, no greed, no violence. Just hands splayed out across skin, his words of encouragement calling her into action. He liked this better, he decided.

“Does it feel good, querida? My cock inside you,” he asked, voice husky as though he hadn’t spoken in years. She nodded, face scrunched with pleasure, brows laced together as she rode him slowly. Her hips moved gracefully, a fluid in and out motion that blew him away.

His hands spread over her soft stomach, appreciating every inch of her skin, now covered with goosebumps in the wake of his touch. Oddly enough, he couldn’t help but imagine her pregnant, her belly round carrying the child he never even thought he wanted until she came into his life.

“Javier, you feel so good. The way it hits—ohhh—that fucking spot,” she moaned out, head tilted back as she rode him like a rodeo star, speeding up her motions as she began to direly crave her well-earned release. His hands slid up from her stomach, putting the image of her as a mother to the side so that he could admire her perfect breasts. He held them gently in his hands, feeling their weight lift and fall with each bounce on his achingly pleased cock. “Want you to fill me up, Javi…want you to give me everything. To make me yours.”

“You want me to give you everything, baby?” He asked in a whimper. God, she’d never get used to that. “Need you to cum first…need to feel you squeeze me.”

Her head fell forward and hands pressed against his chest as her orgasm started to peak, thighs trembling in exhaustion. Javier gripped her hips and helped her move when it was clear her body was giving up on her.

“Come on baby, you can do it. Fuck me until you cum. Keep going until you cum for me. Can you do that? Hm, cariño?” His words—his voice—was all she needed to let it go, her body falling on top of his as she let out a shout of pleasure. Her walls fluttered around him furiously, demanding his release like it was her birthright. Javier groaned into the crook of her neck as he thrusted up into her like a mad man, releasing the last bit of aggression he had in him until his cock was spilling against her cervix, her name falling from his lips like a chant. “I love you, baby…love you so much…thank you…I love you.”

“Oh, Javier…I love you.” She kissed his chest as their hearts pounded against one another, bodies sweaty and hot as she laid on top of him. His arms around her waist refused to let her go, squeezing her tight to his frame as he kissed every inch of her shoulder before doing the same to her neck, jaw, face, and finally lips.

She wasn’t sure how long they stayed there together, his spent length still buried in her heat, their heartbeats slowing to their usual thump. It could have been minutes or hours—but when she finally moved, he seemed a completely different man than how he arrived. He was softer, more like the Javier she knew intimately, less like the agent she didn’t know at all.

“I’m scared that…all this was pointless. My career…me being away from my dad—missing my mothers—“ He got choked up at that. “Missing her death. It all means nothing. Nothing was ever going to change. So many people—good people—got hurt, and…none of it matters.”

“It matters, Javier.” She mumbled as she laid on his chest, the sounds of their breathing and the fan the only thing filling the room. “Pablo Escobar is dead—he’s gone. That’s one less…monster around, largely because of you—“

“I didn’t do shit.” He cut her off, quickly gathering himself and muttering a soft apology. “Everyone back home thinks I’m some hero. Murphy is the hero. I’m just some schmuck.”

“You’re not a schmuck.” She lifted her head and pinched his chin. “Javier, there’s more life to live after this. Even if we can’t do it, can’t put the Godfathers away, you still have a whole life to live. Maybe you’re right. Maybe this meant nothing, and maybe that’s for the best. God knows I wouldn’t want my time here in Colombia to be the best thing I ever do.”

“What do you think you’ll do? If we stop them or don’t.” He asked, changing the subject. He couldn’t shake the image of her pregnant from his mind no matter how hard he tried.

“Well…I’m only signed on for a year. After that…and I’ve been thinking a lot about this…I think I’m done. For good, this time. Stechner, the system…it’s just as corrupt as the fucking cartel. Only difference is we fly a patriotic little flag and call ourselves just.” He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as he gave her his full attention. “I liked Texas. Laredo might be a little small for me, but…San Antonio was really nice.”

“Yeah?” He asked, trying not to smile too wide and make her change her mind.

“And…I’ve actually started looking at a few schools,” she bashfully grinned as she watched her fingertip draw circles on his chest. “Thinking about going back. Learning something new. Might go into law. You know I love a good argument.”

“I do know that.” He chuckled and felt his heart swell twice its size in his chest. “And…do you have any…personal plans?”

“Well, there is this guy. Kind of an ass, but he’s really sweet to me…most of the time.” He rolled his eyes and bit her shoulder lightly, earning a giggle. “I don’t know. I…don’t want to jinx anything. But, I do know that I love you. And…all my most secret and favorite plans include you.”

“Have you…and this is just a hypothetical, you know…but, have you—did you—do you want kids?” He forced himself to blurt out the question after stumbling over his words for too long. Valeria chuckled and sat up, shocked but not put off by his question. Javier kept his hand on her thigh as she sat beside him, eyes trained on her thoughtful expression.

“Uh, I never really thought much about it. Guess I figured it would happen if it happened.” She shrugged, turning back to him in time to notice a look of slight disappointment on his face. “That’s not a no, Jav.”

“I never thought I’d have kids. Or a wife.” He sat up, resting his back against her wicker headboard. Their fingers danced together as he held her hand, proud of himself for continuing to open up to her. It seemed the more he did it, the easier it became. Shocker. “But ever since I met you, nothing has been what I thought it would be. I just…and I’m not trying to talk you into anything, I just—I keep imagining you pregnant. And…it makes me happy. So…whatever that means—“

She tackled him, his lips crashing with hers, catching him off guard. When she pulled back, her smile was wide, eyes full of love.

“I told you, we have a lot of life left to live. And that…it sounds like a pretty good way to live it.”

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DESERVE IT - PART THIRTEEN

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: some insight on your relationship with Javi, where everything is going perfectly, until his secret with Los Pepes is out

Warnings: fluff, but the like the level of fluff is too much it will probably make you OD on fluff, smut (nipple play, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie), a little bit of dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy talk, a little bit of angst

A/N: besties... Where do I start? I don't even know, I've been writing this chapter for two days and it's made me feel so many things, I was so emotional and so into it, like i felt i was buried deep in the story because more than once I ended up writing my own name when I was talking about reader lmao, this has happened so many times during this story... Anyway, I'll continue my considerations on my second author's note at the end of this chapter so there won't be any spoilers, I just hope you guys enjoy this huge dose of domestic!Javi as much as I did 🩷

• PART ONE TO TWELVE ON MY MASTERLIST

6.3k words (I got carried away, sorry)

You felt yourself waking up slowly at the same time you tried focusing back into your sleep. You didn't want to wake up just yet, the blankets over your body felt so comfortably warm, the mattress underneath giving you the complete relaxation you craved as you buried your face in the pillow and tried returning to the dream you were having.

You didn't remember much about it, but you did remember you were in a big house, you didn't know where exactly, but at the same time everything seemed familiar.

You walked through the hallways of it, taking in all the details that were so different and yet so known to you, picture frames on the wall, that passed by as a blur though you had the feeling you'd seen them many times.

You followed your instincts, going down the hallway and finding the kitchen, immediately a small little girl rushed to you, hugging you as tight as she could and giggled "mommy!!!!" she squealed happily and pointed at the counter, where Javi was standing, placing the dough inside the small, star-shaped baking pans "daddy and I are making cookies!!!" The little girl you quickly learned was none other than your daughter informed you with the happiest smile on earth.

Javi smiled too, leaving the cookies on the counter and walked to you, kissing your lips gently and caressing your stomach, that much to your surprise was round with a baby bump "we missed you and our big boy too" he told you and held your hand, taking it to his mouth and pecking it as well, just as you could see a wedding band around your finger.

Your heart raced and you thought air was lacking from your lungs when you immediately got up and looked around, rubbing your eyes and looking for any traces of the scenario you were just experiencing.

You gasped as it had been such a real dream, but now that you realized you were finally awake, you could tell the images were already fading. Suddenly, the house didn't seem so familiar anymore, you didn't remember any longer what shape the cookies were, and the little girl's face was nothing but a fog, and god, it hurt because she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Your heart clenched at the realization she was just a product of your memory and you would never see her again. It was so upsetting to realize that and you wished you had the ability to draw, at least you could maybe try to get a picture of her pretty face. You were clueless to why that particular dream made such an impact on you, distractedly thinking of it as you jumped startled when you felt a hand brushing against your hair.

"You okay cariño?" Javi asked you, staring into your eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched as you looked at him with the confused fog of sleep. You then nodded, smiling gently at him

"Yeah, I just had a weird dream, that's all…" you bit your lips and ran your hand through your messy hair before wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tight. You took a deep breath, inhaling Javi's post shaving cream's scent and closing your eyes at how warm he was against you. It always soothed you to have him so close to you.

Javi on the other hand didn't actually get why you were clinging so tight to him, you were whimpering in your sleep and he worried you were having nightmares about him. He knew how much you've been worrying about him and his connection with Los Pepes now that Pablo's situation was getting unbearable and he felt both guilty and concerned that he was putting you under unnecessary stress.

"It's okay princesa, I'm here… your breakfast is ready" he whispered to you and kissed your neck gently. He smiled at you, loving your sleepy face and cupping your cheek, you laughed softly

"You know what? I was just having a dream about a very domestic Javier Peña and now I wake up to you making me breakfast?" You raised your eyebrow and got off bed, stretching your body and not bothering getting dressed at all.

The way you moved your naked body caught Javier's attention immediately and whatever thought he might have had in his mind just disappeared and everything went blank. He didn't have any other reaction but get up and follow you, his hand on your hips as he tried pulling you to him,

"Don't be a bitch, mi amor, I always make you breakfast" he purred, kissing your shoulder but groaned as you got into the bathroom and locked the door. He sighed and went back to the kitchen table, knowing you would only return after your shower and much to his disappointment, fully clothed.

He poured himself a cup of coffee as he thought of the morning routine the two of you established. You had been officially dating for a little over a month now, after nearly a year of playing a cat and mouse game and Javi would be lying if he said that was the happiest he'd ever been. He just loved to have someone to come back home to, someone he could actually talk to, be affectionate with, someone who understood him and didn't demand things he couldn't give. It was different this time, all the times he'd been in a relationship he was often frustrated, or uncomfortable or feeling suffocated, but now? Javier Peña was a house cat who loved waking up early to make his girlfriend pancakes even if he pretended the pancakes were for him.

He just loved waking up to you all tangled around him, your smell on his sheets, his pillows, your hair all over his face, he didn't care. He liked waking up next to you, he liked seeing you smile at your breakfast plate ready for you, he liked how great you smelled after coming out of your shower, if there was something he didn't like, however, was how you teased him every single morning by leaving bed naked and walking past him, knowing how much he wanted to touch you, but then, you would leave your morning shower and sit right on his lap, and that could lead to many other things.

Even if the two of you would arrive late at work almost on a daily basis, it was still worthy. You hadn't actually announced your relationship to anyone, but people figured it out eventually, the first ones being obviously Connie and Murphy, and you actually liked it, especially after you and Connie started hanging out more when the boys were out at work, and that led the four of you to some double date nights, and it was nice. You liked that coziness of the situation, how the four of you could act like friends and forget about work while sharing a nice meal and some drinks.

And of course, that bitch you called Colleen walked on you and Javi making out during your lunch break and made it public to everyone else. At that point, Pablo Escobar himself probably knew you were banging each other.

What he didn't know - and no one, really did it - was that you and Javi weren't just banging. You were dating, for real, because you two were in love, you were in love for real but it was actually best no one cared for these details, it was none of their business at all, it was the part of your relationship that was only about you and Javi and you two were happy like that.

You finally exited the bathroom, only one of Javi's work shirts over your body. You loved how he eye fucked you whenever you wore any of his clothes.

You pretended you hadn't noticed it and walked to him, ignoring your own chair and sat on his lap

"Buenos días, agent Peña" you said and watched his frown. He wasn't agent Peña to you, he was Javi, your Javi. You pecked his lips and quickly sat straight, pulling your plate of pancakes and dug into it with a big bite.

Javi wasn't a great cook, in fact, he was terrible, but there was something about his morning pancakes you just loved. Nothing tasted better to you than them, just to think he made them for you, it was enough to make you drool for it.

His arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he sighed "do we really have to go to Murphy's tonight?" He mumbled and nuzzled your neck, making you squirm softly at the sudden shiver

"Yes Javi, I already told Connie we're going, besides, it's lasagna night and you know no one makes that better than I do…" you said and tilted your head to the side, so he could have better access to your neck.

You closed your eyes as his mustache tickled your skin, before his lips got closer and you whimper. Your hand went for the side of his head, fingers tangling into his hair as you pressed him against you a little more.

"Why? You don't wanna go?" You asked feeling suddenly so bothered to be still and moved your hips unconsciously. You felt him shrug against you

"I just wanted to stay with you tonight… but fine" he said in a low voice and then frowned "I can't fucking believe you took the shirt I was going to wear to work today! I gotta see Messina" he said though he felt a pit of guilt at that last part. It was a lie, he wasn't seeing Messina, he was going to see Judy, the head of Los Pepes, but he often hid that from you. He knew it made you anxious and worried, and he didn't want to ruin another day for you. Besides, he was sure nothing bad would happen, he would go over her place, listen to that bitch's claims and return to the office as if nothing had happened.

You chuckled and shrugged "well, your shirt was lying there, and you are shirtless now… I figured if you wanted to wear it, you should have claimed it first" you laughed.

His mind snapped back from the concern about his later meeting and smirked, you were such a little tease.

"Ay princesa, eres tan dulce…" he said as his hands went up and unbuttoned the shirt, one by one, opening them slowly and letting your breasts spill out of it "... Pero también eres mi puta" he whispered against your skin and quickly massaged your breasts. His fingers toyed with your nipples, pinching them gently as his big hand ran it's way down your stomach, obviously finding you completely bare.

"Fuck, Y/N… you didn't even bother putting on clothes… are you trying to kill me? Or is it just your way to beg me to fuck you, cariño? Uh? You like to be such a filthy slut for me, don't you? You like when people call you Javi's puta, don't you?" He whispered into your ear while you only whimpered.

His right hand found your warmth between your legs, cupping it softly, feeling as you parted your legs with no resistance so he could touch you. His left hand ran up again, wrapping around your neck, holding you in a firm grip

"Come on, use your words, I asked you a question.."

"Yes…" you whimpered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I like when people call me your puta, Javi…"

He only groaned into your ear, at the same time his hand sank deeper towards your core, being welcomed by your slippery slit, always so sinfully wet for him. Javi's long fingers parted your lips, the wetness already coating their tips as he moved them up and down, finding your clit and applying pressure to it. He could feel how your ass rubbed against his crotch, his shirt being barely able to cover it for you. His rough jeans burning softly, in a tempting torture, your body responding to his immediately, his touches always descending you to madness at how well he knew you, how well he could manipulate your pleasure. There was never a lover like Javier in your life, and there would be another one. Good thing you didn't plan on leaving him, because if you ever did, you knew you were doomed.

You threw your head back at the same time his fingers went further into your pussy hole, you gushed over his hand, feeling the pleasure build up, he could play you like a fucking doll, no wonder he called you muñequita, you were completely his to be played with and you loved it.

He removed his fingers off you, the disappointed whimper that came out of your lips was a lot louder than you intended, which made him chuckle.

His left hand went for your chin, holding it in place as you obediently opened your mouth to welcome his coated fingers. You sucked on them, licking them clean and watched as Javi finished unbuttoning the shirt, finally revealing your entire naked body "here's what we're gonna do, cariño, you'll be a good girl for me, got it? You'll lift your hips and you'll sit down on me nice and slowly, eating your breakfast while I'm shoved balls deep inside of you, got it amor? You know you can do it, mariposa…" he teased, helping you lift yourself up, waiting as Javi opened his jeans and freed his hard cock. Then, he helped you lower yourself on him, moaning at how your slippery walls clenched around his girth. You, on the other hand, called his name, every time he got inside of you, felt like the first time. You were so drunk in his cock, but it was more than that, you were drunk in love and you couldn't even hide.

You tried moving your hips, but his hands held you in place, not allowing you to make any moves. He meant it when he said you would have your breakfast while he was buried deep inside of you, however, you couldn't bring yourself to actually eat anything, not when you had that aching need of being touched, of bouncing up and down onto his cock, it was too much for you. You asked Javier for mercy, tried to explain how much you needed him, and though he tried not showing how his cock twitched each time you purposely clenched your cunt around him, he wanted you to be a good little puta for him.

Javi handed you some fruit he kept on the table though they were never eaten in the morning, but it didn't matter. He got some grapes, taking one to your mouth, your clit twitched at the same time he gently rubbed it against your lips, before finally allowing you to chew on the sweet grape. Repeating the steps with the remaining others he had in hands.

And only when you were finished with them, Javi's palms went for your hips, gripping them and helping you to move. Now, he was tired of waiting, he was twitching inside of you and he helped you up and down faster and faster, only stopping when you had come for him and he finally spilled his thick load deep inside of you.

You relaxed your back against his chest, feeling tired but happy, also very thankful to remember it was your day off. You had plans of maybe cleaning up the apartment a little bit, as you often spent more time at his place than yours, but after he rocked your little world during the most important meal of the day, you figured it wouldn't hurt to maybe go back to bed and take a quick nap. You just wished you could drag him back with you, you hated to have to say goodbye in the morning like that. Not when you wanted to rest your body against your boyfriend's and fall asleep in his arms.

"You're amazing, princesa" Javi praised you and once more sank his face into the crook of your neck. You still had him inside of you, though you could feel him softening. Javier inhaled your scent again, he never got enough of how good you smelled and if it were up to him, he would spend the rest of his day… no, the rest of his days like that.

And after that feverish, erotic need for each other, he was back to being your sweet Javi. This was another thing you loved about your relationship: the hunger you had for each other wasn't just sexual, though it represented a big part of it, the hunger you felt was physical, emotional and sentimental.

You smiled and turned your head to him, kissing his lips, your heart was nothing but a puddle of love at that moment.

Javi's hands went for your shoulders, sliding down the shirt off your body and helping you get up. As much as he hated it, it was time to go to work, so he had to face his morning torture, which was leave the safehouse you had built together and go outside and face reality. It just didn't feel worse because he knew that at the end of the day, you would be there, waiting for him.

You went to the bedroom and returned fully dressed, this time wearing your own clothes and smiled as he put on the shirt that just a few minutes before was still on your body. Javi could even pretend to be impatient about you stealing his clothes, but the moment he put his shirt on and saw it smelled just like you, he smiled. It was one good thing to get him through the day.

You walked Javi to the door and kissed his lips goodbye, reminding him you loved him and couldn't wait until he was safely back home.

You got under the blankets and sighed happily, thinking of your life and how good things were at that moment. A part of you was still skeptical, not believing things would work out for you and Javi, you sometimes worried he would grow tired of you, maybe he would fall into old habits, the temptation of having to get information from the women he often did, but you immediately shook these thoughts off and reminded yourself that wouldn't happen, because you trusted him, you showed him he was worth of love, he was worth of having a life with, that he was a good man, who deserved a partner to support and love him no matter what, and that man, in return, was at your feet. Connie's words, not yours.

But you felt it, you felt Javi cared about you, you felt he cherished you, he longed for you, you just felt he loved you, and that always made your heart flutter. You were lucky to have each other, no one believed Javier could have a connection with someone like he did with you, maybe, at some point after meeting him, you wouldn't have believed it either, but there you were, being his, just as he was yours.

You took his pillow and sniffed it, loving his to sink deep into his scent and smiled, you thought of the weird dream you had had, recognizing the elements of it, as everyday things you talked about. The place you were was clearly the ranch he lately had been telling you so much about. It was the place he was born and grew up, owned by his dad and some day in the future, it would be his. As far as Javier had told you, his dad didn't have a lot of money, but life was good in the ranch, and after he retired from the DEA, he would be able to provide you in case you didn't want to get a job.

You had jokingly discussed that, like you always did, like the very first time he suggested moving into the ranch and leaving Colombia behind. You sensed there was some truth to his words, but you didn't want to read too much into it, these were huge plans, and you were still pretty recent, even if you were so drunk in love.

He had talked about baby Peña a couple of times too, both times you two ended up laughing, as it was clearly just some amusing daydream, some inside joke that was part of your make-believe future together.

The only time this joke got a little out of hand was about after a month you two made it official and you had to leave your desk several times during the morning to throw up. You just couldn't keep anything inside, and during your lunch break, when you were sat at Javi's desk, sipping some water, looking pale and sweaty, Steve chuckled at the two of you "seems like baby Peña is on its way" he said and made both you and Javier stare at each other in shock and annoyance. You were nearly passing away out of dehydration and he was insinuating you were pregnant. Neither you or Javi said anything, but you could tell the nervousness in his actions. It hadn't even crossed your mind, and probably it hadn't crossed his either, you knew you weren't pregnant, it was just food poisoning, not your first in Colombia and definitely not your last one, but still, it felt like Murphy's comment threw some kind of tension towards the two of you.

That night, after Javi got tired of hearing you throw up to the tenth time, he drove you to the hospital, hating to see you sick. He had to wait by the reception and when you exited the doctor's office with a prescription, he raised his eyebrow.

"So… baby Peña?"

"Baby Peña happens to be last night's fish you insisted on having for lunch" you told him, showing him the prescription to the few meds the doctor recommended you.

The two of you laughed together, deep inside, you knew a baby wasn't exactly a possibility. Well, technically, it was. You were on birth control, but contraception could fail like anything else in the world, but at that moment it just felt like it wasn't a possibility, you two weren't there yet, you hadn't even discussed the possibility of getting there, but it didn't matter anymore, it had just been a misunderstanding.

Javier stared into your eyes for a while, he opened his mouth ready to say something, but he quickly changed his mind. He wanted to have said he would be by your side if you were actually pregnant, he wanted to have told you he would take care of you and your baby, but instead, he just rolled his eyes

"Steve's really a dick"

So that was why your dream puzzled you, even if the baby talk was present in your life, a baby was just a blurry idea, but seeing an actual child, a little girl and feeling her wrapping her little arms around you and calling you mommy, brought a warmth to your heart you just couldn't explain. It felt so honest, so beautiful and so pure. You figured it wouldn't hurt to just dream of it, no one needed to know about it, not even Javi, not now, it wasn't the right time.

You shot your eyes open when you were hit by the sudden realization of where you'd seen the pictures that appeared in your dream. If you remembered correctly, they were scattered on the walls of the hallway you walked through and you knew you had seen them before. They were all pictures of Javier's family. You knew he kept them in a box somewhere in his wardrobe, you'd seen them briefly when he was looking for some extra ammo for his gun but couldn't find exactly where they were. He didn't exactly show you the pictures but he didn't hide them either and a suffocating feeling of curiosity began growing in your chest. What if you got the box and watched the pictures? He wouldn't get upset, would he? Well, for starters, you didn't even need to tell him you went snooping through his stuff.

Sure, they were personal stuff and you would probably be upset if he did the same to you, but it was not like you were trying to find something to frame on him, or steal anything, you wanted to take a look at the pictures and that was all. After all, it was just a weird coincidence they happened to randomly appear in your dream.

You decided to just go for it, it wouldn't be too big of a deal, you would leave everything organized afterwards so if Javi needed to check anything there, he wouldn't even notice.

You got off bed, folding the blankets and leaving everything organized, just like you and your boyfriend liked it.

Boyfriend.

It still made you chuckle at times.

You didn't take much longer to find the box Javi kept his personal things, it was just in the bottom of the wardrobe, under a couple of folded bedspreads Javier had but usually never used. It wasn't a big box, but it was heavy and you would be lying if you said you weren't excited and curious to dig into Javier's memory box. Sitting comfortably on the floor, you crossed your legs and removed the lid, taking a peek inside and saw the many pictures you recognized from your dream.

You carefully took them and watched them, taking your time as you were so entertained by it. There were pictures of his father at his young age, his mom, whom he never spoke a lot about, but when he did, it was always with so much love and admiration. She was truly beautiful and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Javier had taken his mother's eyes.

A picture of them on their wedding day, another one where his dad had his hand around his wife's pregnant bump. And the next picture made you squeal out loud, you gushed and couldn't help but acting like a silly little girl when you saw a picture of baby Javier Peña. It was the original, naked bum, baby Peña! You thought you would die of love at the picture of Javi as a baby, he was so adorable and yes, he's always had the stray puppy's eyes. You were loving each passing second of that activity. You went through all the pictures of Javier's childhood, he was such a cute boy, his hair was a lot lighter back then, and his smile was always bright, funny to think he would become a grumpy DEA agent just a few decades later.

You saw some other pictures of his extended family and another one of his group of friends. You could tell it was his friend group from highschool, mostly because he had his arm wrapped around the waist of a blond beauty. You rolled your eyes at the realization it was Lorraine, probably from the time they still dated. You knew it was kind of stupid, but you still felt a sting of jealousy. You hadn't even met her, and if you did, you would probably sympathize with her, you two had been through very similar things in life and Javier had broken her heart in a horrible way. Even if he had apologized to her, after all the years, it was still a real bad situation. If you ever met her, chances were she would hate him for having Javier and not the other way around. Besides, Javi had left her at the altar, if he ever regretted breaking things up, he could have gone after her, but he didn't, he was with you, he just kept a picture of his friends, it wasn't like he kept a picture of his ex and himself.

You felt a little shy for being jealous for a moment as you put the photographs back in place when your hand accidentally hit a smaller box. You frowned curiously and took it realizing it was a jewelry box. You opened it and found a beautiful ring inside, the one you immediately recognized it as his mother's ring.

You knew he had inherited the ring so one day he would give it to the woman he loved and had plans to spend his life with. No wonder Lorraine got the ring when they got engaged, you remembered when Javi had a few drinks one night and told you between laughter she got so pissed off she refused to return him his mother's ring, and the only reason they managed to recover it was because Chucho had to personally go to her house and have an honest chat with her dad, who then, made her return the ring.

You didn't know Chucho trusted his son with the ring again and you didn't know he had brought it to Colombia.

Then suddenly, a thought occurred to you. Would you ever get his mother's ring?

You didn't know, but it was time you stopped snooping around his things, so you took one last time at the beautiful golden band, adorned with a gorgeou red gem. It was simple, but so heartfelt. You smiled at yourself and placed everything back into place.

•••

"Fuck this, I'm out!" Javier said angrily as he stared at Judy's cynical face. He was done working with those people, they were as bad as Pablo Escobar. They were a cartel, who brought as many problems as Escobar did, just because their power wasn't as extent as their common enemy, they were still criminals. They were a cartel, they produced, sold and profited from drugs, they killed people everyday, good and bad people and they only acted upon Pablo, because they wanted to take his place in the drug cartel chain. When you use a plague to exterminate another one, it doesn't mean they aren't plagues anymore.

Judy on the other hand just laughed as she nodded at her sicario, who immediately grabbed Javier and shoved it against the couch

"I think it's too late for that, what would people say if they knew a DEA agent had an agreement with Los Pepes? Do you think the american press would be pleased?" She asked calmly taking a sip of her drink and watching as Javier stared at her.

"Besides, we know you have a girlfriend, you make a cute couple, I'm sure you as an agent would do whatever it takes you to protect her, wouldn't you? Of course, Los Pepes would never do anything to her, but we can't assure Pablo's sicarios wouldn't… you know what I mean, Mr.Peña?"

Javi went pale at the mention of you, which didn't go unnoticed by Judy who chuckled and shook her head "I'm just joking, agent Peña, you know how family is important to me, and I would never risk anyone who matters to my alleys… as long as they remain my alleys" she said.

Javier understood it perfectly and calmed down, nodding at her as they continued their meeting. He wanted to grab his gun and shoot her in the face, he figured he would be able to take down the men in the room but then, it would only take the men who stood outside maybe thirty second or less before they could burst in and shoot him to death.

It wasn't worthy, he wanted to go home at night, he wanted to go home to you. He wanted to leave that place, go back home, find you and forget about the world, about everything else. He wanted to keep you safe, he wanted to hop on a plane with you, take you to Laredo and initiate his retiring plan, but he couldn't. He was too deep in it and could only hope Judy kept her mouth shut until they captured Escobar and Javi could find something else to do with his life.

He was just worn out, stress pouring through every single pore of his body and he just needed to get home to you, he needed you. Javi knew that was probably not healthy, not once in his life he had such a deep need for a woman, but he wasn't in the mood to fight that off. He groaned as he remembered you would have dinner at Steve's, checking his watch and seeing you were probably there yet, but at least that'd give him time to shower, cool down and try to get Judy and her threats out of his mind.

He walked into his building and distractedly looked for his keys in his jacket pocket. He knew they had to be there, but for whatever reason he was taking long to find them, he didn't see when Steve approached him and only felt when the other agent shoved him against the wall. Javier frowned pissed off and his first reaction was to fight back, even if it was his friend, he didn't hesitate before backhanding Steve just as hard "what the fuck man?" He groaned at the other agent.

"I should be the one asking you, Javi. What the actual fuck? You had a meeting with Judy Moncada?"

Steve saw the way Javi widened his eyes at his words and couldn't help but laugh at how stupid he looked

"You really thought you would be working with Los Pepes and no one would find out? You thought I wouldn't find out?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and waited for Javier to get his key, so they could talk inside.

Steve sat through the whole explanation Javier gave him. It didn't matter if it made sense or if he seemed to be right at some level, he didn't agree with that. They'd been discussing the actions of the death squad through their latest meetings with the CIA and some people insisted the problem was getting bigger and bigger. He could tell Javi was in deep shit, the kind of shit he couldn't just break free, because if Los Pepes didn't try to kill him and that was a long shot, he would certainly face legal actions from the US government.

"What about Y/N? Does she know?" Steve asked and couldn't help but feel disappointed as his partner nodded, confirming the information "I bet she's fucking proud of you, Peña" he groaned, but Javier immediately frowned.

"You can bet your ass she's prouder of me than Connie is of you, at least Y/N doesn't run away when shit gets worse" he spat completely in the defensive and though Murphy's blood boiled, he knew it was a stupid idea to bring the misses into the fight. Both you and Connie were not to blame if both of them were a mess.

"You know, the girls are upstairs now, they're probably laughing as they share a bottle of wine and talking about our dicks or the fact we are both morons…" Steve said "just let's have dinner with them and pretend nothing happened and we deal with that in the morning" Steve sighed and stared at his partner until Javier nodded in agreement.

When you saw Steve entering the apartment alone, you frowned softly "where's Javi?" You tilted your head, curious to know why he wasn't there yet, and not hiding how eager you were to see him.

"He's showering, he should be here soon" he simply said and pecked Connie's lips.

You could tell something was bothering Murphy, but you didn't actually think it was your place to worry about that at all. Instead, you finished assembling the final layers of the lasagna before putting it in the oven.

Another ten minutes passed, before Javi finally walked through the door. He had just got off shower, you could tell by the way his hair was still humid. He glanced at Steve with certain anger, and you were sure something went on between them, bur before you could actually worry about it, Javier's arms immediately snaked around your waist, he placed a kiss to your neck, as you had your back to him, while you washed some dishes in the sink.

"I missed you princesa" he whispered against your ear and made your heart turn into a puddle of love. You had been away from him less than twenty four hours and yet, it felt too long.

You turned around and smiled big, the same smile that made Javier's poor heart skip a beat. Kissing him immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck. If it were up to you, you would have just ditched dinner and went back to your place, or his place, or even his Jeep, you didn't care, so you could be just the two of you together.

But Olivia's soft tugs on your pants made you break the kiss. You looked down at her and chuckled as she extended her little arms to you so you gladly picked her up, nuzzling her cheek and making her giggle. She looked at Javier curiously and gripped his hand tight.

"See princess? That's uncle Javi!! Do you like him? He's handsome isn't he?" You cooed at her, who gave you both a sweet smile and continued holding his hand with her tiny one.

At that moment, nothing in the world disturbed Javier, no cartels, no violence, no uncertain future in your job due to his poor decisions, because all he could think of when he saw you holding that little princess in your arms, was the only thing he was sure, the only thing he was proud of and the only part of the future he knew it was certain: his future with you and the family you two you build together.

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A/N: okay besties, so I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter because I honestly loved it! It was one of the chapters it felt like I was under a spell, everything was just flowing and I was so into the story, like my heart was melting and beating so fast just to imagine the scenes, it was like I could watch them before my eyes, I don't know how to explain but it felt special to me. I was also really dying for some domestic javi but i wasn't sure I was going to be able to write it, and then suddenly it all came to me. I just love how in love Javi is with reader, it soothes my heart. I like to see the strong bond they have and i just wish javier peña was real 😭 also, smut wasn't planned for this part at all, but it just felt so right, so erotic and so beautiful I had to add it to the story. I hope you all liked it and pls let me know what you besties think 🩷 💬

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Chapter 10: One of those long-sleeved dresses

Part of the “Ilicit Limerence” series

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: The pressure is on now that the government is negotiating with Escobar. The team decides to take the edge off, but when it comes to it, Javier can’t keep calm.

Warnings: swearing, angst, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, nudity, mentions of pregnancy symptoms, alcohol

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A/n: Hello sweethearts! My sincere apologies for going MIA, I had a really rough week with tonnes of deadlines, but accept this 6k plus chapter! Let me know what you think. Lots of love!

“He did what now?”, Connie questioned, brow quirked in amusement as she sipped on her wine.

You cackled along with her, fingers playing with the stem of a wine glass, which was filled with orange juice. “I’m serious, he’s surrendering his key this weekend!”

“Well would you look at that, Javier Peña settling down huh?”, she smiled, clinking her glass to yours, “I don’t know how, but you did it.”

“I’ll cheers to that, sister”, you gloated, the smile on your face just getting bigger and bigger as the night went on.

The boys were out together, leaving you and Connie alone with the baby. Olivia had been sound asleep for about an hour now and as soon as that baby monitor didn’t detect any fussy noises, it was go-time. How she got the drinks out that fast, you hadn’t a clue, but you weren’t complaining when she got out the chips as well. Seeing how you were back to work and she had a kid to take care of, you hadn’t seen one another a lot this week, but tonight you were just hanging out, catching up.

“How’s the clinic been?”

She sighed, letting her head fall back on the couch. “Sometimes I wish you would just quit and join me already. I swear they only speak in Spanish to spite me.”

You huffed out a laugh, only laughing harder as the two of you locked eyes. It was one of those moments that didn’t make sense, but was hilarious nonetheless. You clutched your stomach as a cramp threatened to come up. “Okay – okay, stop, stop, stop”, you yelped, struggling to catch your breath as you kept laughing.

Connie was wheezing at this point, doubling over as well, the rest of her red wine spilling into your lap. “Aha – shit that hurts”, she gasped, rubbing at her cheeks as they cramped up.

You took a few deep breaths, finally having stopped giggling away. In one swift motion you took the fragile glass from her hands. “Alright, alright, Murphy, you’re too drunk to keep this going.”

“Oh come oooon, it’s my house, I call last round!”, she whined, reaching for the bottle on the coffee table.

You jerked it away just in time, holding it over your head as she groaned and rolled her eyes. “Connie, I’m serious, you have a baby to take care of tomorrow, go get ready for bed.”

She pouted, dragging herself up off the couch as she slumped towards the bathroom. “You’re no fuuuun.”

Shaking your head, you walked over to the kitchen, rinsing the glasses and putting the half-empty bottle in the fridge while your friend attended to her business in the small bathroom. It was a little past midnight now, just about time for the guys to come back too, in fact they were a little late already. The three of you still had work in the morning, considering it was a Thursday night, but no-one other than you seemed to give it much thought.

Some stumbling in the general direction of the two backrooms caught your attention, drying your hands before hurrying your way over to the bathroom. Only there wasn’t anyone there. You peeked into the bedroom, seeing your friend sprawled out on top of the duvet, still fully dressed. Her husband could take care of that. She’d knocked the alarm clock over, successfully unplugging it from the wall in the process. You picked it up, putting it back into place before heading back into the kitchen. Being the good friend that you were, you filled up a glass of water and along with an aspirin, put it on her nightstand. She’d thank you in the morning.

Once back in the living room, you cleaned up the messes, stowing away the snacks in the cupboard and washing the dirty dishes in the sink. By the time you were putting everything back into its spot, clock striking past one, the door swung open. They were mid-conversation, Steve way too loud for your liking, drunk out of his mind. Well, they were married after all – you thought, thinking back of your passed out friend.

Javier seemed fine, supporting Steve as he guided him onto the couch, shooting you an annoyed glare halfway through. You rested a hand on your lower back, trying to ease the pain as you just watched the two of them, Steve’s hand grabbing towards you.

“She’s maaaad”, he noted, giving Javier a look.

You bit back a chuckle, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, instead just motioning towards the door. The other man understood, slowly nodding before throwing a balled-up blanket at his partner. “See you at the office, Murphy.”

He grabbed your coat off the hanger, opening the door as he waited for you. You pecked his cheek in passing, taking the coat from him as you put it on, the coldness in the hallway already making you shiver. “M’sorry hermosa”, he sighed slinging a warm arm around you.

“How much did you have?”, you asked, leaning your head on his shoulder as you walked down to the lobby.

“About three, I’m good to drive”, he replied, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head.

 It was a difficult night, having to run to the bathroom every other half hour as either your bladder or stomach pestered you. Javier was sleeping soundly, his whiskey tending to have that effect. You’d hit him over the head if you didn’t love him as much as you did. The acid reflux was killing you, no matter how upright you sat. You were never touching orange juice again, you vowed, fuck that.

Javier woke up to you sitting up against the headboard, neck at an awkward angle as you softly snored. It was then he noticed the bucket by the bedside, empty, but still there as a precaution. He’d let you sleep a little longer, off to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast while he woke up fully. As he flipped his omelette you shuffled out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes as you stubbed your right into the couch.

“Motherfucker”, you exclaimed, pursing your lips in pain.

He grinned from his spot in the kitchen, winking as you flipped him an early morning bird. “Sit down before you break a leg.”

You plopped down on the chair, cradling your head in your hands out of sheer misery. You were exhausted and had an excruciating pain in your neck and back, not to mention how raw your throat felt, the acid reflux having left its mark. “Would you mind grabbing a coffee at work? I-I don’t feel particularly well.”

He put two plates on the table, sitting down next to you, resting a hand on your upper back. “Should’ve woken me up”, he mumbled, keeping hand there as he started digging in.

“Wouldn’t have made much of a difference anyway. Thank you for cooking”, you smiled, starting on your own plate.

The rest of the morning was slow, Javier proving to be very helpful as he rinsed your hair for you. There was nothing sexual about it, just simply wanting to ease things for you. You’d been okay for most of the week, morning sickness seemingly gone, but last night’s shenanigans got you good. On top of that your jeans didn’t button, stomach starting to protrude a bit more in your ninth week. Whether it was the exhaustion, annoyance or a culmination of everything at this point, you didn’t know, but you broke down into tears.

“Corazón?”, he asked, barging into the room, cupping your face in both hands. “What’s wrong, what happened?”

“I-I don’t know really, just my jeans don’t fit and – and”, you couldn’t speak anymore, just crying it out, keening into his touch as his thumbs swiped the salty tears away.

He let go with one hand, bringing it down to the denim, softly inching it down your legs. “Weather’s nice enough today, why don’t you wear one of those long-sleeved dresses? Casual Friday was still a thing last time I checked.”

You huffed out a breathy laugh, hiding your face in the safety of his shoulder. “God Javi, I’m such a mess. Are you sure you wanna move in with this?”, you asked half-joking.

“Stop that”, he groaned, lifting your chin to tangle his lips with yours. “You are the most gorgeous, smart, funny, beautiful, passionate and sexy woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Now put on that cute dress or I will throw you onto that bed and make sure you know just how riled up you get me.”

You kissed the corner of his mouth, smiling as you did so, stepping out of your jeans before tiptoeing over to your wardrobe. He watched you as you slipped on the dress, fishing a pair of tights from your bottom drawer. You sat on the edge of the bed, rolling up the tights before slipping a first leg onto your foot, carefully hoisting them up, being mindful not to rip them with your longer nails.

In a passing motion, Javier vowed to rip them off of you later that same day.

 In preparation of new measures, you had to sit through another couple meetings and to say they were boring, would’ve been an understatement. You and Javier sat close to one another, Steve sat on the chair between the two of you. He’d noticed you were struggling to keep up, eyes drooping as the search block just went on and on. After about an hour, a break was announced, which was much-needed. Everyone got up as you remained seated, not entirely sure of what was happening, attention span completely missing.

Steve got up as well, leaving the room to fetch some caffeinated drinks for the three of you. But Javi stayed put, scooting closer as he cautiously touched your arm. “Hey, what’s going on?”, he hovered, spinning your chair around to face him.

You stretched your arms over your head, letting out a loud yawn. “’M just sleepy.”

“I know baby, couple more hours. Why don’t you take the couch in the office during lunch?”, he suggested, leaning back in his own chair.

“Hmm, wouldn’t be fair to the two of you, really”, you sighed, standing up to stretch your legs.

He stood as well, bringing you in closer to capture your lips in short-lived kiss. “Go walk around the office for a bit, it’ll wake you up. Steve’s bringing you some of that tea.”

“Thank you Javi, you’re a hero”, you praised, dragging him down for another kiss. “Be back in ten.”

You meandered your way into the restrooms, finishing up at the sink, dunking your tingling hands under the cold water. Once dry you put your cold hands up against your neck, hoping that the temperature shock would help you out of your drowsy state. It did to a certain extent, the icy cold feel of your fingers on your warm skin making you shiver a bit.

Fuck – you craved that sweet kickstart of coffee, but even just passing by the small kitchenette, the odour was too pungent, nearly making you wretch. You nose scrunched up in revulsion, you quickened your pace, hoping to get away before any nausea could settle in. It was then you felt the familiar hot liquid tickling down your chest, letting out a yelp as it scorched your tender skin.

“Shit – are you alright ma’am?”, an unfamiliar voice sounded.

You peeled the fabric of your dress away from you, to relieve some of the heat. “That’s gonna stain”, you joked, trying to divert your attention from the burn on your skin.

“At least it’s a memorable introduction”, he chuckled, dipping his head into the kitchenette to grab a hold of the tissue box. “Stechner, Bill, I’m CIA.”

You pulled a set of tissues from the box, stuffing these between your body and dress, trying to alleviate the two, creating somewhat of a barrier. As you dabbed away you told him your name, which resulted in a raised brow. “Am I wanted or something?”, you quipped, trying to rub some of the stains out of the fabric.

“You’re partnered with Murphy and Peña, are you not?”

“That I am, speaking of which, I have a briefing to rush to”, you laughed awkwardly, the look he was giving you nothing short of unnerving.

He gave you a smirk. “I do hope we run into one another again, ma’am.”

You shivered at the comment, hastily making your way back to the conference room. They’d already picked up again, conversation in full-swing as you cracked the door open, wordlessly retaking your seat. You got some looks, no doubt because of the huge stain on your front and wide-eyes.

You certainly didn’t feel sleepy anymore. The feeling now overtaken by one of discomfort and unease as your clothes clung to you, the tissues already soaked through. Steve handed you a cup of green tea, face contorting in confusion. You made a gesture of dismissal, it clearly not being the place and time for an explanation. But the meeting was cut short as Noonan was whisked away by her assistant, clearly a matter of urgency, if not emergency.

The two men directed their attention in your direction, tilting their heads almost synchronically. “Who the fuck is Stechner and why does he hate both of you”, you demanded, clearly not amused.

“Stechner? Oh that’s all Javi. Ya see, your sweet menace of a boyfriend has had some communistic tendencies in the past”, the blonde taunted.

“Murphy. Watch your mouth”, Javier warned, throwing his friend a death-glare.

Your mouth fell open in shock and something along the lines of amusement. “You slept with a communist?”

Steve and you shared a glance, both sputtering out a string of laughter as Javier just sat there, looking up at the ceiling. “That was years ago. Now cut your bullshit, both of you. Stechner’s just an entitled asshole.”

The two of you calmed down, catching your breath as Javier grew steadily more annoyed, giving you an angry glare. “Oh come on, at least let me laugh about your hook-ups!”

Murphy clapped Javi on his back, mumbling about getting back to work as he exited the room, leaving the two of you alone once again.

“Is that why you wanna get out of that apartment, get rid of the evidence?”, you continued mocking him.

He took a few strides towards you, placing a hand on the wall beside you, towering over you. With the proximity you could feel the soft tickle of his huffs on your lips as you stared up at him. “I’m warning you, hermosa, you don’t want to go there.”

Something about his tone made it difficult for you to determine whether he was being genuine or not. For fear of aggravating him, you decided to shut up and not press on it anymore. “Lo siento cielo”, you croaked out suddenly feeling very self-aware as he brought up his other hand to rest on the opposite side of your face.

He looked you over, gaze lingering on your dress. “Mi corazón, ¿te hizo daño?“ (My heart, did he hurt you?)

Words didn’t come to you, mind overtaken by his cologne and frankly how tempting his lips looked right about now. He cleared his throat, making your eyes dart upwards. “Yeah, yeah – I mean no! No! I’m fine.”

His lips were slightly parted as he indulged in the desperate look you gave him, fingertips softly stroking your neck. “Should probably change out of that dress”, he muttered, lips ghosting over yours, “unless you need some help.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you threw yourself against him, lips painfully colliding with his in a bruising kiss. His hands found themselves on your hips, drifting towards the curve of your behind. “If you don’t stop now we’re gonna get in a lot of trouble”, you cautioned, supressing a moan as his fingers squeezed your ass.

“Cierto.. pero quítate ese vestido, estás empapada”, he groans, slipping his hands under the skirt. (True.. but you need to take that dress off, it’s soaking wet.)

You nodded fervently, pushing your hips into his, panting: “Supply closet, spare t-shirts.”

With your hand held in his, he hauled you towards said closet, making sure to be quick, not wanting to attract unwanted attention. It had to be a quickie, unless you wanted the whole office to know. So you hastily slipped the dress over your head and Javi ripped your tights down, leaving a run or four in your hose. He forcefully shoved his trousers down his hips, taking himself out of his boxers.

You sat on top of some plastic bins filled with spare supplies, legs spread as he moved to stand in between them. There was no time to be gentle, only to take the edge off. He had to lean over a bit, notching himself at your entrance before slowly pushing, bottoming out. You let out a breathy whimper, which resulted in one of his palms clasping over your mouth. His strokes grew more and more aggressive, the need to be closer to you spurring him on even more. The muffled noises you made were enticing to him, almost as if you were begging him to keep going, show you just who was to be in charge. And so he did. His pace was on the verge of brutal as he drilled into you, the metal racks behind you squeaking and rocking along in rhythm with his tempo. When you head tipped backwards and your eyes closed he knew you were close. He moved his hand to replace it with his mouth, swallowing down the sweet, filthy sounds as you hit your peak, closing your legs around him, locking him into place as he came. His lips left yours with an audible sigh, his forehead resting on your collarbone as he caught his breath.

The two of you cleaned up in the small space, stealing kisses left and right. With every sweep of his calloused fingers across your bare thighs you felt your heart flutter. But eventually, after he found you a pair of joggers that wouldn’t fall off and a t-shirt that wouldn’t be too tight you got dressed.

“How’s it look? Everything you ever hoped for?”, you joked, showing of the baggy, nonchalant outfit.

He pulled you flush against his chest, smirking before embracing you. “Muy hermosa, corazón. You head out first, I’ll bring some lunch.”

With one last peck you left the closet, trying to act as normal as possible with your ripped tights and stained dress under your arm. The post-coital lethargy mixed in with the lack of sleep soon had you struggling to stay awake again. As soon as you plopped down in your rigid desk chair you felt the familiar heaviness settle in your limbs.

“Am I really that boring?”, Steve quipped, not looking up from whatever he was reading.

You straightened up a bit, rolling your shoulders. “Sorry Murph, didn’t really sleep last night.”

“I noticed you looking a little green earlier. Take the couch, I’ll move the boxes so you can lay down”, he offered, already getting up out of his chair.

“It’s okay really, I’ll just get another cup of tea”, you ushered, knowing fully well you were expected to type a whole report by the end of the day based off of someone else’s notes.

Steve walked over to your desk, snatching the notepad out of your hands. “You’re pregnant for God’s sake, go lay down or I’ll have Noonan send you home.”

After some more bickering you’d agreed to switch tasks and that you would be reading up on previous reports and strategy proposals while he’d type the report for you. But after barely three pages your eyes just shut on their own. When Javier came back about twenty minutes later, the folder, still clutched in your hands, laid on your chest, softly rising and falling. He nodded towards his partner, gesturing for him to come grab his lunch. Meanwhile Javier sat down on the end of your couch where your feet laid, carefully placing them in his lap.

“What the fuck do you do to her?”, Steve asked jokingly.

Javier took his lunch out of the plastic bag, replying without looking up: “I dick her down.” Later he added a quiet: “like you’re supposed to.”

When by the end of lunchbreak you were still out, Javier decided to stay put. With your legs resting in his lap he grabbed a hold of the folder on your chest, starting to intently read it. It was in that moment that Steve pulled the old polaroid camera from the bottom drawer, snapping a sneaky picture as the two of you just sat there, somehow entangled with one another wherever you were.

He put the picture in his top drawer, not wanting to interrupt your little moment as Javier rubbed small circles on your ankle, sunken in thought. Today would be the deciding day, and everyone was anxiously awaiting the government’s next move. Though they all knew in the back of their heads, that no matter the decision, it wouldn’t change shit.

It was just a little past one when the news got delivered, some fellow agent sticking their head in to tell them: Escobar’s deal was accepted. La Catedral would become a reality. Javier flung the files onto the ground, tipping his head back as he heaved a disappointed sigh. All those years of chasing, murder and devastating guilt just for Escobar to get away once again.

Steve took note of his partner’s annoyance and never related more. “We’ll get him eventually. For now, we take out the smaller guys. He might’ve won this one, but the fight ain’t over yet Peña.”

Javier rubbed his chin, the other hand still resting on your ankles as he tried to keep his cool. He just couldn’t stop thinking about everything he’d done, seeing the faces of those damn informants flash before his eyes with every blink. The shots he’d fired rang in his ears, making him gnash his teeth. His fingers wrapped around your leg in a bruising grip, only getting more and more forceful. You jolted awake, drawing for a weapon on your belt that wasn’t there, panting as you locked eyes with him. He promptly released his hold of your leg, instead moving to take a hold of your shoulders, steadying you.

“What happened?”, you asked, the scattered papers on the ground enough of an indication for you to know that there was something off.

His lips were pursed together in a thin line, eyes avoiding yours as you got up off the couch. “They agreed”, Steve explained.

Your mouth hung open a bit as you looked at your friend, crossing your arms in front of you as you gave an exasperated huff. “Of course they fucking did.”

 The two of you went home early that day, the car ride uncomfortably silent. You’d noticed the sheer rage and resentment in the way he walked. Without a word you’d taken the keys from him, climbing into the driver’s seat. He looked out of the window the entire time, not bothering to look at the road, or you for that matter. Whatever was happening in that brain of his had a vice grip on him and you weren’t sure if he’d let you help him out.

“Do you want to get some take-out?”

He whipped his head around to face you, noting the way your fingers flexed against the leather of the steering wheel. “What now?”

“F-for dinner. Do you want take-out?”, you stuttered, feeling small under his burning gaze.

A muttered “whatever” was all you were given, his eyes once again trained on the world outside of his window.

Not wanting to elongate the duration of the drive any more, you decided against it, knowing that you had some things left in the fridge. The walk up to your apartment was equally awkward and tense. But when his key didn’t immediately turn in the lock and he banged a fist against the wall, you knew what kind of a night it would be. You gently took the piece of metal from his hand, calmly unlocking the door before letting him in.

“Javi, baby, why don’t you grab a shower while I get dinner started?”, you suggested, setting down your bag by the door.

He kicked his shoes off, humming an agreement before shuffling off towards the bed- and bathroom. When you heard the shower turn on, you felt like you could finally breathe again. You’d seen him angry before, especially when dealing with sicarios first hand, but here, in private – in the comfort of the apartment, it was somewhat unsettling. You got out of the cupboards what you needed, and started washing some veggies while turning the tv on.

When he emerged from the bedroom, loose t-shirt and jeans, damp hair, you gave him a small smile. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple on his way to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of beer. “You smell nice”, you cooed, stepping closer to him as you reached for the glass of water.

“You’d hope so after using all of that bodywash bullshit”, he grumped.

“I’ve been reading up on those pamphlets the doctor gave me”, you started, turning your head towards him, “and it says the baby is about the size of cherry now.”

He gave you a look, shrugging his shoulders before walking off with his plate. “Not really in the mood for baby-talk.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Anything you’d like to talk about?”, you tried, sitting down on the chair across from his.

He shoved a large bite into his mouth, hunching over a bit. “Nothing.”

You stopped trying after that, just finished your plate and got started on the dishes. Javier brought you his plate and went to have a seat on the couch. You rolled your eyes, scoffing softly, clearly not amused with his antics. I he wanted to be like this about it, then you weren’t going to stick around for it. So when all of the dishes were put away, you headed towards the bedroom, not bothering to talk to him.

Stepping into the bathroom, you locked the door, putting his soaked towels in the hamper. As you cleaned up the water on the floor, you ran a bath, desperately wanting to assuage your aching spine. You wanted to talk to him about, but knew better. If he wanted to talk he’d come to you about it – right? Or was he pulling some reverse psychology shenanigans, really just wanting you to talk to him? Your head was spinning by the time you lowered yourself into the warm water, a pleasurable whine leaving your lips at the contact.

Once the water got cold you got out, wrapping yourself in the fluffy towels you laid out before slipping into some softer pyjamas. You got ready for bed, seeing how you were still exhausted and treated yourself to the “nice-smelling-expensive lotion” for once. By the time you stepped into the bedroom again, door still slightly ajar, Javier was still in the living room. Seeing how it was not even seven yet, you concluded that it would be too early to go to bed and that you could catch up on some housework first. So you emptied the hamper and headed into the kitchen, basket under your arm, trying to get to the laundry room.

Javier looked up from where he laid on the couch. He was on his fifth beer by now, but craved something stronger. He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, his need for relief overwhelming at that point. His fingers trembled as he went to light it, closing his eyes in relief as the nicotine hit the back of his throat.

You shut the washer’s door, punching in the right controls before heading back into the kitchen. As you walked into the living space again, you noticed the plumes of smoke trickling upwards. With your hands on your hips you cleared your throat, successfully capturing his attention. “Thought we had an agreement on those?”

“It’s just one”, he groaned, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“Take it outside then, you have a damn sunroof, balcony and shared terrace, plenty of options”, you tutted, not putting up with his attitude.

He turned around to look at you, raising a brow at you. “Will you stop bitching already? It’s just a cigarette.”

“In case you forgot, pendejo, I’m still pregnant”, you retorted, marching over to grab a hold of the pack.

He stood up, burning cigarette pursed between his lips. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You yanked the balcony door open, throwing the pack over the railing. “You want your precious smokes, well go fucking get them.”

“Are you fucking crazy?”, he sneered, stepping out onto the balcony.

“I think it’s better if you go home tonight”, you said in a hushed tone.

He gave you an offended look, the smoke lingering in his breath as it fanned across your face. “Over a cigarette?”

“If you don’t want to open up to me then I can’t help you”, you explained, turning away from him.

His form towered over you as he stepped closer, chests nearly touching, a stern hand on your elbow. “Open up to you? And when exactly were you ever open with me? Because last time I checked I’m not the one signing a settlement because it’s convenient.”

“Let go of me”, you ordered, glaring into his eyes.

“You’re being unreasonable”, he pressed, grip on your arm tightening.

You tried to wiggle out, whining at the intensity of his grasp. “You’re scaring me Javier, let go”, you pleaded, voice shakier than before.

“You’re gonna listen first. You’ve been down here for two years and that’s barely anything. Compared to Murphy, to me, you’ve had it easy. Let me catch you up to speed, you haven’t killed anyone, you haven’t washed someone else’s blood off of your hands. You haven’t lost anything or anyone here. You, little miss perfect, have nothing to whine about. So when your boyfriend comes home after a rough day, let him have a drink and cigarette and maybe offer to suck him off.”

Tears had started forming in your eyes. This wasn’t the Javi you knew, even at his worst, this wasn’t the agent you were familiar with. It reminded you of that night where he showed up at your apartment, before he knew you were pregnant, when he fucked you and left. It made you feel sick.

“Who are you?”, you spat, untangling yourself from him. “I’m here for you every day, loving you, hoping to make you happy and this is what I get from you?” He didn’t say anything to that, just faced away from you. “If that is how you want things to be, then you need to leave.” Your voice started faltering, the emotion taking over. “I’ll be in my bedroom, if you want to talk whatever this out, then I suggest you join me and think about what the hell you need to say very carefully.”

His head hung low as you disappeared into the apartment, the sound of your muffled sobs stinging in his chest. He hadn’t meant for it to sound that harsh or condescending. He knew perfectly well what you had been going through both in and out of the field. Truth is, he was completely out of line and felt like a complete dick. It was a defence mechanism he had yet to get rid of. Javier wasn’t used to somebody helping him just because, that’s not the way things went here in Bogotá. There was always a catch, always something, whether it was money, power or information, there was always something.

You were his girlfriend, he knew that, he just wasn’t used to it yet. You telling him to leave the apartment – your apartment at that had angered him even more and made his reaction all the worse. He tried to take those vital deep breaths, trying to figure out a way to make it up to you. He remembered you complaining that your favourite ice cream flavour was always out in the store. So he got inside, put on his jacket and shoes and headed for the shops.

When you heard the door close, you cried into your pillow. It felt like a middle finger to the face and for a moment you thought that this could be it. This could be the time that he realised he wasn’t up for this. The following twenty minutes were the most painful ones yet. You thought you were hallucinating when the door cracked open again, shuffling out of your bedroom to see Javier standing in the doorway, plastic bag in hand.

“I – I uh, I went to get some stuff, so we can talk”, he stumbled, toeing his shoes off.

You cracked a small smile at him, beckoning for him to sit down on the couch with you. He grabbed some spoons from the kitchen before joining you. As he sat down you grabbed the tub of ice cream from the bag, eyes going wide. “Oh my God, how did you-“

“I asked them to set some aside last time we went”, he confessed, cracking the lid off for you. “Seemed like a good truce.”

You sunk the first spoon into your mouth, eyes rolling back as you moaned at the taste. “Well, you’re not wrong.”

He chuckled at the sight of you devouring the creamy goods, carefully scooting a bit closer. When you didn’t try to get away he slid an arm around you, pulling you against his chest. “Lo siento por lo de esta tarde. That was way out of line, I shouldn’t have said any of that.” (I’m sorry about earlier.)

“Shut up and try this ice cream, we’ll talk after”, you tutted, shoving a spoonful in his mouth.

The two of you ate the entire tub together, often interrupting the spoon shoving for a sweet, lingering kiss. By the time the tub was empty your legs were draped over his, head resting on one of his collarbones. He was just looking at you, tenderly caressing your cheek.

“I’ve done a lot of heinous shit just to get to Escobar.. so what happened today, it just set me off. It really shouldn’t have, I try not to let it come through when I’m with you but I slipped up.” You didn’t speak or interrupt, just let him say his piece while your softly scratched at his scalp. “I slept with those informants to get crucial information, intel that helped us a long way. But I also just slept with them to get everything out of my system. And then there was you and a month after we slept together I stopped seeing the other girls, even when they’d show up at my door. But there was this girl, a sweet girl really, that was so desperate to get out of here.. it didn’t end well and I couldn’t fucking protect her.”

“Javi, baby, look at me”, you cooed, shifting to straddle his lap. “That girl did what she thought was right, she wanted to escape. It’s not your fault, you did everything you could for her.”

He rested his head against your sternum, wrapping his arms around you to have you just that tad bit closer. “I’ve killed so many people, I’ve done so much fucked up shit.”

“Javier, you’re so much more than that. I adore you, I know you’re a good man. Good people do bad things, it’s the way things go around here. That day out in the small district, you nagging about my vest? You saved my life. And what we’ve got going on, us and this baby, it’s a good thing, something you deserve, Javier.”

He pressed a kiss to the left side of your chest, close to your heart. “You’re the one thing keeping me sane.”

“I try my best”, you chuckled.

“Stop being so amazing, I can’t take it”, he joked, kissing his way up your neck.

You grabbed a hold of his face, having him look up at you. “Javier Peña, I’m in love with you and all your quirks. But if you smoke one more cigarette in this here apartment, I will kick you out.”

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