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[threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat]

hey boopers it's midnight

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Haircut

Summary: Javi thinks that he's way past due for a haircut. You like his hair long for reasons other than his good looks.

Word Count: 2.1K (I sprinted to write this after I saw this picture)

Pairing: Husband!Javi x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) Oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, praise kink, (lovingly?) possessive Javi, Javi's back at again with his filthy mouth, hair pulling, Javi is hungry and the man is gonna EAT, allsions to more smut, Jonas Brother's references ( bc Javi is our girl dad king and his daughters love them LMAO)

A/N: Y'ALL REALLY THOUGHT THIS PICTURE OF PEDRO WAS SURFACE RIGHT HERE ON TUMBLR DOT COM AND I WASN'T GONNA DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!? WRONG. I legit have 3 WIPS I started in the past 24 hours based on this picture alone. Pedro really did this one for the Javier Peña girlies (gn) and I will forever be in debt to him for that. You cannot tell me that this is Dad!Javi when his kids are a little bit older bc HOLY SHIT?! This really may the nail in the coffin for @notjustjavierpena and I bc really fear this is the dilfiest Husband Javi has ever looked 😩😵‍💫 anyways, never getting over this!!!!

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“God, I can’t even remember the last time my hair has been this long. Lucy keeps saying I look like a Jonas Brother. Am I supposed to know who they are? Is that supposed to be a good thing?” Javi sighed, playing with his dark brown curls in the bathroom mirror as you snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, peeking out to watch your husband’s longer than usual locks twist between his fingers. 

“They’re the goofy looking boy band on Disney Channel that the girls are obsessed with. Like the Backstreet Boys, except cooler, apparently.” You laughed, planting a soft kiss into the fabric of Javi’s worn t-shirt covering his broad back before stepping next to him, leaning your hip against the bathroom counter to admire your husband as he fiddled with his hair. 

“Jesus Christ, those guys? God, I really do need a haircut before I start looking like the poster what’s-his-face hanging on Lucy and Elliot’s walls.” Javi chuckled, running his hand through his hair once more before mirroring you, his hip resting against the counter, leaning his weight on his palm splayed flat along the granite surface. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think he’s supposed to be the best looking one.” You teased, giving Javi a playful shrug. “Besides, I like your hair long.” 

“Seriously?” Javi asked, raising an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms over his chest in protest. “It looks like a mop right now.” 

“A very sexy mop.” You smirked, nudging Javi before stepping closer into him, reaching up to run your hand through his curls, slowly twisting the ends with your fingers. “It reminds me of that trip we took to Jamaica a few years ago. Your hair was almost this long, remember? You looked so hot in those stupid floral button downs you insisted on buying, and hanging out shirtless by the pool all day while you played with the girls.” 

“Fuck, I forgot about that. I’m surprised we didn’t end up with a fourth kid after that trip.” Javi chuckled, slowly shifting the palm that had been holding him up towards your waist, letting his fingers gently toy with the waistband of your pajamas. “You really like my long hair that much?” 

“Mhmmmm.” You cooed, continuing to close the gap between your bodies, your free hand resting on Javi’s chest as the other continued to stroke his curls. You could feel a low groan rumbling in Javi’s throat as your fingers weaved back and forth through his hair, the other creeping up to cradle his jaw, thumb tracing back and forth across the stubble on his cheek. 

“Yeah? What else do you like about it?” Javi groaned, his hand slipping under the elastic waistband of your pants to grab a fistfull of your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hand. 

“I like…” You paused, bringing your lips to Javi’s, pressing a tender kiss on his lips, “I like that it gives me something extra to hold on to.” 

“Hold on to?” Javi asked, cocking his head in slight confusion. 

“Hold on to when you go down on me. I love being able to run my hands through your hair when you eat me out, especially when it’s long like this.” You smirked, watching Javi’s eyes go wide in delight, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he bit down on his lip. 

Before you could say anything else, Javi’s hands were gripping around your waist and hosting you up to sit on the counter, caging his body against yours, hands planted around the outside of your hips while his lips crashed into yours, your mouths becoming a tangled mess of tongue and teeth. 

“Fuck…” Javi whispered to himself, pulling away from your lips to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck, running his hands over your thighs. “I love it when you play with my hair, Hermosa. Love feeling you pull on it when you’re close. Makes me lose my fucking mind every time. Fuck, I’d stay burried between your legs forever if I fucking could.” 

Javi began to let his kisses trail down your body, past your chest and across your stomach before he was dropping to his knees in front of you, draping your legs across the width of his shoulders. Pulling at your waistband, you lifted your hips off the counter so your pajamas and underwear could fall to the floor, revealing the wetness that had been pooling between your thighs since you had walked into the bathroom a few minutes ago. 

“Jesus Christ…” Javi whispered, further parting your legs to see the arousal already dripping through your folds, staring up at you with a boyish grin on his face, “So fucking wet for me, Hermosa. Didn’t realize you liked my hair that much.” 

“Oh shut up you goof, you know I- o-oh fuck-” You whimpered, Javi cutting off the rest of your sentence as the flat of his tongue dragged across your cunt, the suddent sensation making you gasp in delight, already playing in to Javi’s plan as your hand shot down to his head, digging your fingers into his messy hair. 

“Better hold on tight, querida. There’s a lot more where that came from.” Javi smirked, pulling away just enough to see the smug smile between his cheeks, peppering a few wet kisses on the inside of your thighs before his head was back between your legs, placing a soft kiss on your clit, already aching and throbbing for more of what you had just been promised. 

“Do your worst, Peña.” 

That one sent a low growl of approval humming through his chest, laughing to himself as his hands gripped tighter around your thighs, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your skin before another slow, broad stroke of his tongue was traveling through your folds. 

While you were truly convinced there wasn’t another man who loved going down on their wife more than your husband did, you could always tell when Javi wanted nothing more than to stay buried between your thighs, making you cum over and over until you were begging him to stop, lapping up every last drop of you until there was nothing left to give, and right now, you already knew Javi meant what he said when you were about to have to hold on for dear life. 

The hand buried in the dark waves of Javi’s hair only began to tug tighter as his tongue began to work meticulously across your cunt, pressing just enough pressure against your sensitive bundle of nerves to already have you a squirming, whimpering mess, but painstakingly slow enough to have you begging for more. 

“Javi… Oh, shit. Fuck, more baby, please. P-please.” You moaned, looking down at Javi with what you were already sure was a wrecked expression painted across your face. 

You could practically feel Javi’s smug smirk pressed against your cunt as he eased one, then two fingers into your aching core, curling them to bump against the spongy spot inside you that already had you fisting at the edge of the bathroom counter to try and keep your composure, and better yet, your voice down. 

“Oh my god, f-fuck. You feel so good, baby.” You moaned, feeling the strong arch of Javi’s nose bumping against your clit, placing a soft kiss there before the flat of his tongue licked another long, broad stroke across your cunt, putting just the right amount of pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers worked in tandem to send the sweet tingling sensation to start building in your spine. 

“Fuck, I love this perfect pussy so much. I still can’t believe she’s all fucking mine. My perfect fucking wife. Tell me, Hermosa, whose pussy is this?” Javi asked, pulling away for you to see your slick covering his mustache and the lustful look pooling in the dark brown of his eyes, the quiet possessiveness of his tone making your cunt clench even tighter around his fingers as they continued to pulse in and out of you. 

“It’s y-yours, Javi, It’s all- fuck- It’s all yours.” You whined, your breath hitching in your throat as you spoke. 

“And who’s the only one who makes you feel like this, huh?” Javi tutted, sliding a third finger into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting making you let out a ragged whimper as you threw your head back in pleasure. 

“Y-you- Jesus- Y-you are, Javi.” 

“And who’s gonna be a good girl and soak my face when she cums for me?” 

“M-me.” 

“That’s fucking right, you are.” Javi growled before diving back between your legs, working his tongue relentlessly against your clit, circling and flicking in fast and firm motions as his fingers curled deeper into your core, eating you up like a man starved, desperate to make you fall apart. 

You could already feel the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten from the way Javi was working so relentlessly to make you come undone, drinking every ounce of you up as his lips latched around your sensitive bundle of nerves, making your back arch and mind go blank while that all too familiar tingle began to creep through your core, cunt beginning to clench tighter and tighter around him. 

At this point, your fingers were tugging so tightly around the soft, brown curls of his locks to try and hold yourself together, that you were convinced that you were close to pulling his hair out of his skull, but with the way you were on the brink of collapse from the way Javi’s mouth was working against your cunt, you almost didn’t have a choice. 

“Fuck, Javi. Oh shit- Baby, I’m so close. Don’t stop.” 

“I won’t stop, mi amor. Won’t stop until this pretty pussy fucking soaks me.” Javi mewled, peeking his head out from under you just enough so that his sweet, brown eyes were locked with yours, the hot words of his breath dancing against your pussy as his fingers continued to rock in and out of you. “I’ve got you, Osita. Promento. Damelo, bebita. (I promise. Give it to me, baby).” 

Before you could respond, your jaw dropped open and face scrunched in pleasure as Javi dove back in, burying his face in your cunt as each press of his tongue became more firm and precise than the last, feeling your pussy begin to flutter as you clutched tighter around the edge of the counter, trying to keep from screaming out in pleasure and raise any suspicion. But as your legs began to tremble and your heart race, teetering on the brink of collapse, it was taking every ounce of willpower you had left to make that happen.

“Fuck, Javi. Fuck, I- fuck- I’m gonna, I’m gonna-ahhhhhh.” You whimpered, feeling your orgasm crash through you, pleasure radiating in your veins as you fell apart, losing all inhibitions to keep yourself quiet as you threw your head back in all consuming bliss. With his fingers still buried in your cunt, gently working you through your high, Javi shot back up, his mouth engulfing yours in an electric kiss to try and capture your ragged moans that had been coating the walls of the bathroom, the tangy taste of you still lingering on his lips. 

Your heartbeat finally began to slow, your chest heaving in long, heavy breaths as you slumped into Javi, your head resting on his shoulder as your hands stayed buried deep in his hair, grasping onto his now sweat-dampened ends to try and pull yourself back down to reality.

After a few moments of letting you come to, Javi gently pulled out his fingers, all three drenched and glistening with your slick, pulling them out and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a devilish smirk of satisfaction on his face. 

“God, you taste so fucking sweet. You really weren’t kidding about the hair, huh Hermosa?” Javi chuckled, cupping your jaw to cradle your cheek with his broad palm, forcing your gaze up at him. 

“I told you.” You giggled softly, still trying to catch your breath as you smiled at him, pulling him in for another long, tender kiss. “Hottest looking Jonas Brother I’ve ever seen.” 

The two of you burst out into laughter, practically snorting at your comment, taking a second to compose yourselves as Javi crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes at you. 

“If that’s the fucking case, I’m getting out the clippers tonight.” 

“Not until you take me to bed and do this all again, you aren’t.” 

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[samwritesforyou]

We’re gonna be okay

Diego x reader

Summary: You and Diego worked out a system for a situation if he ever comes to your place while being in the highest form of distress and needs your help. He assured you it won’t happen often. Until one night, it finally did.

A/N: i feel like i’ve read the whole tumblr dot com worth of diego x reader fanfics and yet i still wanted more, so the desperate need to finally write something myself has been fulfilled. i would actually love to take requests, so if you want, dont hesitate to message/ask me! im ready to write fics and headcanons :) (my blog might seem new but ive been on tumblr for years and years and i finally dedicated a new blog to mostly reader inserts, either my own or reblogging others)

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack, gender neutral reader

Wordcount: 3,350

There was a knock on the door.

It was pretty late, but not too late for it to be Diego yet.

Or so you thought.

You got up kinda lazily from a comfortable chair you had situated in the corner of a room, at first designed mainly for reading or napping, but ending up doing absolutely whatever you could on the spot. Eating pizza, watching netflix, browsing through the internet after long working hours that you put in into your tiny art selling business.

You slightly opened the door and already plastered a semi-fake smile for a possible neighbor, but in front of you stood Diego.

Your dear friend, who was at the moment soaked from the rain outside, with big eyes, fast breathing and bloody hands.

Bloody hands?!

“Hello to you too, friend!” you said quite worried, quickly patting him down for signs of any physical pain. For the first time in a while he seemed fine, unscarred.

Your eyes finally went up, literally scanning his face but it was completely unreadable.

His eyes were wide and he looked as if he couldn’t comprehend what was going on around him.

You looked down again and took his fists into your hands. His own palms unclenched and you could see that they were heavily bloodied.

“Diego.. whose blood is it?”

No answer.

You rushed him inside and closed the door behind the two of you, facing the damn vigilante again.

“Diego, I need to know who’s blood is on your hands,” your voice grew steadier as you knitted your brows together in worry and confusion.

Only then the guy decided to move his arms and you noticed how shaky he is. He connected his two index fingers in the form of a cross, pressing it to his chest.

Your own eyes went wide now as you stumbled back a few steps and your mind went blank.

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You instantly remembered a night that happened a few years back. He has come in crumbling through your window and was obviously in some new form of distress, that you couldn’t quite understand yet.

“Diego?” it seemed like your voice didn’t reach his ears, so you tried calling out his name again, getting up from the couch and patting him lightly on the body, to determine any sign of an injury.

It looked like there was none, so you tried to reach his gaze that was somewhat absentminded, all over the place, scanning everything but not meeting your eyes.

He was a tough guy, and you knew it. You knew that if you want to get answers, you need to either get them yourself or make yourself heard, until he cannot ignore you any longer.

“Diego Hargreeves, what is going on?” your voice was soft yet determined.

His dark orbs finally stopped on your face and he just shook his head, his breathing oddly fast for a man who was just simply standing.

You continued to push. You didn’t have the best day either, and to be interrupted at 1am by his visit was nothing new, but you couldn’t let him have this behaviour. Even though you’re friends, that didn’t automatically mean that he could do whatever he wanted.

Throughout the whole night he didn’t say a thing, but when you started adding volume to your voice, he.. he just broke down.

That night, you’ve witnessed Diego experience a panic attack. Caused by yourself.

You couldn’t fall asleep that night, even after you eventually calmed him down and the only thing that was left to do for you was to watch him sleep and slowly rubbing circles on his exposed arm out of the blanket.

It felt like neons before you noticed a first ray of sunshine drawing from the half-closed curtains, making you spring to your feet and drag your ass to the kitchen, trying to think of what to do for breakfast.

When you figured the recipe out and finished cooking, Diego was already up and joined you near the kitchen counter, next to which you had two stools.

He settled on one of them, looking at you.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you couldn’t muster anything better, so you just put a plate in front of him and then sat next to his side, simply digging into your portion of scrambled eggs.

“About last night, y/n..” he drifted off, probably at first deciding that it’s better to fill his stomach a little bit.

In the meantime you didn’t dare to speak up and just waited for him to say something, anything.

When he finished his meal, he finally turned to you with a sigh.

“You know that one guy I told you ‘bout? That we.. we do some vigilante shit together from time to time?”

You just nodded, not meeting his eyes.

“Well. I guess I could count him as a close friend. You know.. and,” this was followed by a slight pause and clearing of the throat.

“He died yesterday. I couldn’t save him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up to Diego and all that vulnerability and hurt that you’ve clearly seen yesterday just overtaking him were completely gone. Now present only a strong facade that he mastered whenever he needed to hide from showing emotions. You hated it.

“Shit, Diego..” you spoke quietly and softly, all the words seemed to have left you in all the things unsaid in your throat. But you tried to continue.

“I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry for pushing you over the edge. I.. I didn’t know what happened so I just acted how we would normally do,” he smirked at that, merely for a second, but you still caught it.

“Look, I.. I know, “ he simply said and then it felt as if he was weighting pros and cons of telling you something else that was clearly on his chest.

“You always help me out. Every single night I come to you.. Why do you do it, y/n?” Diego’s eyes were steadily turned your way.

At the sudden question you raised an eyebrow, “well, I.. I care about you.”

He lightly bit his lower lip and turned his gaze away, clearly thinking about something really hard.

“Okay,” he finally said, “y/n, do you think I could ask you for a favour then?”

At that your eyes met and you felt nervous, for some reason.

You really liked him. Not just like a friend. But you understood that there probably won’t be a chance for you two to ever become a couple (mostly considering that you didn’t believe that he could feel about you this way), so you settled for friendship anyways, since you two really got along well.

And having this handsome tough guy as a friend? Damn, just that is already some kind of luck swinging your way.

But your feelings of course meant that.. you’d do more for him than what you’d do just for a friend. You would get out of your comfort zone just to help him with injuries or hear him talk about his girlfriend (at the time, now they were broken up) and how they argued so much that he ended up on the streets and didn’t really want to go to his lonely place at the gym.

And you took him in. You always did. And since the day you became friends you always care for him.

And you’d care now once again.

“What is it?” in your tone danced a question, troubled with what he might ask for.

“Well, yesterday-“ he cut himself from finishing and cleared his throat, starting over.

“I imagine we’re gonna be friends for a long time, right?”

You just pushed your brows up with a small nod in affirmation.

“I never had.. anyone, really, to help me with the states I often got into,” you immediately thought of Eudora, wasn’t his ex-girlfriend supposed to be his support pillar? Or is he just making you feel sorry for him-

“Or I didn’t ever trust anyone that much, you know,” oh, okay, that kind of explains that then.

“And I guess.. I trust you enough? To share this?” he talked quietly and mumbled a lot so you realised soon you won’t be able to hear him at all.

You grabbed his hands with yours and caught his attention this way.

You were never really touchy together, but occasional hugs and even holding hands was kind of a standard for you from time to time.

His eyes met yours again and you cursed yourself for your heartbeat getting faster. This is not an appropriate moment to get butterflies in your stomach, dammit.

“I’m listening, Diego,” you confirmed, nodding again.

“Okay. It’s- it’s just really h-hard to talk about this,” he stuttered a bit, but with the next breath continued again, “When there’s some situation that’s just completely fucked up, like losing someone close to me, or- or somethin’ else, I don’t know.. I finish what I need at the scene where it happened but when I come home I just,” he breathed some air in and you felt his hands squeeze yours a bit tighter, “I just break down, you know? Sometimes it’s just all too much for me and I don’t know how to deal with it and I would just wanna.. someone to hold me, I guess? Otherwise when someone’s trying to talk at me or somethin’ I just get even more worked up and it’s even worse.”

It all started to come together in your mind. Even though it sounded really strange to hear Diego talk about things like.. wanting to be held and shit. But you always guessed there’s a far bigger sweetheart and a soft boy underneath all those harness and knives.

You tried to pick your words carefully.

“So when I started to ask you shit.. You just flipped. Basically because I was talking at you a lot and you couldn’t take it anymore, right?”

He sighed and looked somewhere up, nodding bit by bit.

“Yeah, yep. That was it.”

You clapped at his hands lightly, to bring his focus back again and he looked at you and mustered a sad, faint smile.

You did the same. In the world you lived in, unforeseen and unfortunate events were happening left and right and thinking about his childhood and everything.. no wonders he developed such a huge reaction and coping mechanism to something catastrophic happening.

“That’s okay, Diego. I’m here for you, I mean it. Let’s just talk about some things what I should and shouldn’t do when you come here in that state, alright? I just want you to feel comfortable.”

“Alright. Thank you, y/n,” he was looking down now, the whole morning kinda failing to meet your gaze and just rubbed his thumb across your hand, which send you heart into a race again.

You slowly let go of him, making an excuse to go wash the dishes.

After a while you looked behind you where he sat and said, “We also need some sort of a sign that you can easily show me, since you’re not really talkative when you get like this.”

Apparently he already used said “sign” somewhere, because he had it on the ready.

It was his hands clutching in fists, index fingers crossing each other in a form of a cross, pressed to his chest.

“Something like this. But don’t worry, I don’t think it’ll happen often. That would be really sad,” he laughed a little and then looked at you somewhat longingly and you averted your eyes back to the sink, nodding.

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You almost forgot about that and now it all come flooding back.

Something terrible must’ve happened. You were panicking, but you had to stay strong, for him.

He was still standing in your hallway, with a crossed index fingers pressed to his chest.

“Okay, okay..” you mumbled more to yourself than to him, taking his hands into yours and looking him up and down.

He really seemed.. disconnected. It was kind of scary and you tried so hard not to think about what happened. Or about who died.

“Here, come with me, Diego,” you led him by the hand towards your couch as he was holding onto you, but his usual grip was gone.

You both ended up on a sofa and you really didn’t know how to act around him now, because.. he didn’t talk, didn’t look at you but when he did, his eyes were wide and big and he just seemed suddenly like a small boy to you.

Hopefully he won’t remember this tomorrow, you thought and tried to smile a little bit at him.

“Okay. Can you get your hands up for me, baby boy?” You’ve decided to approach this situation as if you were just babysitting an overgrown child.

Because nothing bad happens to children normally, right? And if you kept thinking about him as usual grown man Diego, you’d lose your mind in the process, wanting to scream and shake him by the shoulders until he spills you what happened.

Being Diego’s friend pushed you to new limits each day, truly.

He didn’t bat an eyelid at your tone change and word choosing, just obliging and putting his hands up.

You helped him to get his knives down and put his black turtleneck over his head, so now he sat shirtless right next to you, hands still smeared with blood.

Goddamit the blood!

You took him by the elbows and lead Diego to the bathroom, where you helped to get the red out of his hands. At the sight of blood dripping down into the sink you deciphered a whimper from him, even through the sound of running water and looked up.

Diego couldn’t stop looking down at his hands and tears were running down his cheeks.

You quickly took his face into your wet hands from the water and forced him to look away and lock his gaze with yours.

“Hey, don’t look at it, okay? It’ll only make you stressed. Until I’m done you can just close you eyes, okay?”

“Oh-okay,” he said and just closed his eyes here and there.

You sighed and tried to finish washing his hands as fast as possible, cursing under your breath pretty often.

“I’m sorry..” you heard him mumble and when you looked up, his eyes were still shut.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about.. We’ll talk about this tomorrow, right? Don’t worry. You’re safe now,” you smiled as you were already wrapping his hands in a towel and his eyelashes fluttered, eyes opening.

You stayed looking at each other for a second longer than necessary, but then you already lead him away to the bedroom area, where you actually tucked him in, wrapping in a soft blanket and then rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a few cookies and then leaving it on a plate next to him on the night table. 

 You almost made yourself comfortable on the couch, when he suddenly called out your name from the bed.

You sprung to your feet, thinking he’s actually hurt but you didn’t notice or that- “Can you... stay with me? P-please?” he asked, disrupting your train of thought. You did expect this, but still felt really shy about that.

Diego is vulnerable right now and does need your help and presence though.

And there wouldn’t be anything you wouldn’t do for him.

“Sure,” and after this simple answer you carefully climbed in next to him covering you both with a blanket and he curled up closer to you, almost immediately falling asleep.

From one point of view it felt like you wouldn’t sleep at all tonight, but from the other one.. you actually fell asleep just as fast as he did.

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To nobody’s surprise you woke up first and actually flinched at the sight of sleeping Diego inches from your own face.

Your mind went running with ideas what happened and what’s going on until you realised the real deal and your brain caught up to yesterday’s shenanigans.

It was a wild ride and you were thankful that now it’s - most probably - over.

Your eyes were subconsciously scanning his face, until you realised what you’re doing, but you didn’t stop even then.

You’ve never been this close to his face yet and now you could admire and explore every part of it.

Having feelings for a friend that’s laying in the same bed with you at the moment is really not the healthiest thing that could’ve happened to you, huh..

You actually froze and your heart started racing billion times faster when you realised that you have a weight of his arm around your waist, pulling you closer from his sleep.

He grunted and his nose was now in your hair, shuffling a little to get more comfortable.

You had no idea how to change positions, especially when being held by such a strong arm as his and you got a feeling like Diego might actually wake up just about now, so the best solution that came into your mind was to forcefully close your eyes shut and pretend that you’re still sleeping.

He did, indeed, wake up. You were suddenly pushed to the other side of the bed, arm disappearing from your waist and a waterfall of curses fell from his lips quietly.

You used up all your acting stamina to make a believable scene of you gaining your conscious from the deep slumber that you were obviously in, stretched your arms for a good effect and finally opened your eyes.

You immediately signed up for a staring contest as soon as you looked at him and smiled a little. His face remained unreadable but perhaps a little bit flustered?.. But you may be reading too much into it.

“Hi,” you said with a higher tone than intended and Diego just nodded at that.

You tried your luck by addressing the elephant in the room right away, you never liked ignoring the problems that were always looming over you, “care to tell me what happened yesterday?”

He drew a big sigh and rested his head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling.

You couldn’t stop looking at him. At first because you really wanted to know the mystery, but the longer you looked at him, the more you realised that you’re just admiring the beauty that he holds, until his words fell like a dead weight right onto your shoulders.

“I found Eudora’s body yesterday. I couldn’t get to the place in time and someone killed her.”

What?

It felt like what he said was simply a trick of your imagination. You liked Eudora yourself, she was a very intelligent and an interesting person, you two often hung out and that feeling didn’t cease even after you found out that she and Diego started dating.

And even when they broke up some months after, you still found your way to spend time with her. So did Diego.

You wanted to cry, but thought that it might be insensitive towards him, because he was much closer to her than you were, so you tried to swallow your forming tears down.

“I’m.. I’m so sorry, Diego..”

“It’s your loss too, I know it, y/n,” he looked at you with much softer look this time.

“Come here,” he said a little bit hesitantly and opened up one arm towards you.

This was unusual, but maybe last night’s events tore down some walls?.. Who knows.

You almost threw yourself into his embrace and once your forehead rested on his chest, you started crying.

From everything, honestly. There’s been problems at work, your seemingly unrequited feelings for Diego didn’t help much either and now you learned that you lost one of your friends.

He started rubbing circles on your back, just letting you get those emotions out, while you two were hugging each other on the bed in your apartment.

And as you slowly started to calm down, he said a gentle, “it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay”

[ontherockswithsalt]

A Made Man

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A/N: Might as well light this candle up on tumblr dot com. Prepare yourselves for some serious trash. Adult content warning. I don’t need to like, warn people about butt activities anymore right? I mean... 

Thanks for taking this ride with me this year! I hope the holidays are good to you, bringing joy and happy times. Kick back with a Joble update. Enjoy!

Chapter 17.

“The universe is scheming to torture me.”

I smirk at Noble’s complaint through the phone as I sink back against my couch cushions. “Mm yeah? That’s my job.”

“There’s a slight adjustment to the plans.”

“Guess how shocked I am.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m difficult,” he concedes. “The job we were supposed to finish today, we didn’t finish. So I have to go in to work in the morning.”

A loud groan resounds in my chest and I reach for the remote control with my free hand to turn down the volume on the news channel. “You suck, Nick.”

“It should only take a few hours and I’ll be free by the afternoon.”

“Well that’s not bad.”

“I was thinking instead of me picking you up at the airport, you could take a cab to my place,” he suggests. “I’ll leave you a key and you can just wait for me here.”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“And I’ll make it up to you however you want.”

“However I want?” I contemplate the possibilities.

“Mm-hm.”

“I want a lot of things this weekend.”

“God, me too,” he sighs. “The latest picture you sent me the other day has been useful.”

With a soft laugh, I run a hand up my face and tip my head back. What had started as an impulsive, tipsy decision -- after the happy hour I had with Vinny to send Noble a late night picture in bed of my hand grasping my dick -- had escalated into a series of back and forth photos between the two of us over the last several weeks. Just a few. Some more teasing than others.

He adds, “But it only sustains a man so long.”

“Well… tomorrow, I can do a lot better than a picture.”

We hadn't been able to wait long after Noble left New York to schedule another visit. Tell me the first weekend you're free and I'm getting you down here, he had insisted. And I shamelessly didn't refuse him.

Whatever phase we're in right now in this relationship has me uncharacteristically gratified, content, bordering on chipper. It's ridiculous. Even my sergeant and some of the other officers at the 12th noticed. But I was happy to keep the reason to myself for now, and aside from Vinny, nobody else knows.

***

It's a quick getaway to Miami with a late morning flight out of LaGuardia. I tell myself I can pull off not letting my family know about this trip considering I'm due back to New York in time for Sunday dinner. Plus two trips to Miami in the span of two months would surely set off a relentless inquisition from everyone at that table.

In a cab, I relay Noble's address to the driver and settle back to check my phone. I open up my messages and see where our last exchange left off, earlier in the day with a couple of easy good morning texts where he wished me a safe flight. I let him know I’ve landed and I’m on my way to his place, figuring he won’t see it until he takes a break at work.

Then I slip sunglasses onto my face and tip my head back to observe the view from my window.

***

“You there?”

“I’m here.” I tell him, pacing his living room. “Your neighbors and their kids wandered over to use the pool, though. So I told them that was cool and we could all hang out--”

“What?” He scoffs in a panic through the phone.

I can’t help my lazy chuckle as I slide one of his paperbacks into place on his bookshelf, then tip out another one to glance at the cover. “I’m just kidding.”

“Why would you joke with me? I’m way too wound up for that shit.”

“Are you almost here?”

“In like, ten minutes,” he answers. “And there’d better not be anyone else over there because I have loud, filthy plans for you and only you, man.”

I smirk. “Aww.”

“That was romantic, wasn’t it?”

“It was. I’m touched,” I muse. “Oh hey. I found all your spanking porn--”

“Shut up,” he coughs out a laugh and the deep throaty sound of it makes me smile, the memory flaring in my chest. “You wish.”

“Just get here.”

“Ugh,” he groans. “Fine. I love you.”

“I love you.” And then I end the call, amused as I decide on one of his books and turn to sink back to the couch with it.

A few quiet minutes pass before I hear the closing of his car door, then the sound of his keys. It makes my heart hot just hearing it and I don’t miss the unexpected swoop of my stomach in anticipation of him.

“Hey, hey!” He announces. “I told you it wouldn’t take long.”

Sitting up, I glance toward his entryway and watch him approach the kitchen, straight from work looking every bit dirty and spent and used as the clichés I'd imagined.  “Oh damn, look at you.”

He exhales a long breath and drops his keys into a dish on the counter. “I know. Don’t judge me until after I’ve taken a shower.”

“Too bad,” I tell him. I toss the book aside and get up to meet him. I don’t even hide the obvious fall of my gaze as I assess him in jeans and a muddy white t-shirt. His skin, grimy with remnants of dirt along his forearms, glows from sun and sweat and I’ve never seen him look quite like this but damn.

He groans aloud, tipping his head back as he stretches. “God. Come here,” he sighs as I approach. “You’re like the best thing I’ve seen in weeks.”

I reach out and grasp him around the shoulders as he pulls me in to him. I rock my weight against him and feel the breath leaving his back as his muscles contract and arch beneath my touch.

“Do I smell good?” He wonders, burying his face into the side of my neck.

I return the affection, breathing him in at the collar of his t-shirt before I press a kiss on the underside of his jaw. “No,” I laugh. “You're nasty.”

That heavy chuckle echoes in my ear. “That's why I said let me shower.”

“But I'm into it.” I close my teeth on the edge of the shirt, tugging gently at the neck.

A little grunt of appreciation escapes him. “Then get in with me, you sick fuck.”

I don't argue and we manage to get ourselves to the shower just off his room, the trail of our clothes left behind. Surrounded by large, steamy glass and tile walls, his shower certainly outdoes mine back home.

Glancing down, he lets the hot water rush down the back of his neck. I take my time to watch -- and occasionally help -- as sudsy paths skim his chest where he drags a washcloth. They linger, teasing the slick lines of his abdomen until the spray of the shower washes them away.

“Wait--” Moving in behind him, I dip my head back into the water, sliding wet hands up my face. “Can you… go back outside and pretend like you got soaked by the sprinklers and you had to take your shirt off and knock and ask if you can borrow a towel --”

Playfully, he turns and shoves me away but chases me just as fast, his hands grasping for my waist. With impatient movements, but still this dreamy vibe between us because I've missed him so damn much, I skate my palms down his chest.

“You'll be like--” He starts, reaching up to rake fingertips back through my hair. “Uh… Sure but my wife won't be too happy if she comes home and the floor is all wet.”

My head falls back as I crack up and Noble follows against me.

He goes on, “And I'm all-- Something tells me your wife wouldn't be happy about this either. And then we like, fuck on the kitchen table or something.”

My face falls against his neck as my amusement tapers off. “How much porn have you been watching?”

“You started it with the sprinkler scenario.”

“Uh-huh.” I just manage a throaty hum before I latch one hand on the back of his head and capture his lips with my own. I lean into him, hooking my other arm around his neck as his hands grasp my sides.

He tugs my bottom lip with his teeth, just enough to murmur along the ridge of my jaw, “I missed you so goddamn much.”

My heavy chest forces a noisy exhale into the air above his head. Then his slippery hand drops to my balls, paying them attention that makes my legs weak and I let out another loud sigh. “I missed you too. You’ve gotta stop leaving.” I mumble the words before my mouth falls hard on his.

The way he tastes never fails to provoke me, rousing these secret corners of my pulse. My breath comes out harder and my heartbeat suddenly thuds from the hot stroke of his tongue across mine.

His hand skates underneath me, then all the way up in a fist along my stiff shaft. I love the way his hands just take control, all over me. Then his fingers slip down the sensitive crevice at my taint and I almost start to ride them, my hips rocking against his I want it so bad.

He groans when I do, lifting his chin to peer down at me with this heavy gaze that’s fucking sexy, the way his wet lips part while he watches me.

“Is this what you missed?” He wonders, just as the tip of his finger pushes slick between my cheeks, right at the rim of my ass.

A breathy laugh escapes me as I arch my head back. Sliding my grip up the path of his triceps, I tell him, “I missed everything.” Then I lift a coy eyebrow and flick my gaze to his wandering hand.  “Is that what you missed?”

“What, this ass? Fuck yeah I did.” He raises a free hand to the edge of my jaw and kisses me, strong and soft but with this needy curl of his fingers as they trail to the back of my head. With a couple steps, he traps me against the wall.

Impatiently, my hand wraps around his cock right at my hip. But he lets out a broken breath and shakes his head as he adjusts. “No, just you right now,” he rasps. And then he tugs at the back of my thigh until I lift it to plant one foot on the built-in ledge along one wall of his shower.

He dives in closer, hands back at work, one slipping down underneath my bent leg, coasting just between my asscheeks once again until I feel the slow circling of his fingertip at my opening.

“Ahh, god.” I push my head back against the wet tile and my eyes close as I mumble a content but tortured moan. It just vibrates there in my chest.

Then his other hand strokes my dick, idly grazing a loose fist there. He leans in and kisses me again and I muffle a gravelly sigh against his mouth. Holding him to me, digging fingers into his wet hair, I rock against the teasing rhythm of both of his hands.

Just when I want more of that slippery middle finger, he pulls off my mouth and mutters, “Turn around.”

Dazed, my eyelids heavy, my bottom lip stung, I hesitate a moment. Then I glance at the wall behind me and offer Noble a smirk. “Something back there you want?”

He laughs, “Yeah and it's mine” before pulling on my arm and I make no effort to resist him.

I dig my teeth into my bottom lip and my head tips back with my amusement as I turn away from him.

“But it's been a while,” he murmurs the words along the back of my neck. “So if you've forgotten--”

I glance over my shoulder. “Forgotten who my ass belongs to?”

He breathes a low chuckle at the curve of my shoulder. “You better not have.”

“I don’t know. Remind me.” Reaching back, I close my fist around his thick shaft, urging him into me.

“Oh-ho, you act like I’m just gonna pound your ass because it’s been so long and that’s all I want, huh?”

Restless, I press my lips together and gaze up the rainy wall in front of me. “I didn’t say that.”

Then I feel his lips at my shoulderblade while he grips hard at one asscheek. “So impatient.”

I let out a loud groan and slide my palms up the wall in front of me before I rest my forehead there. “Don’t be mean.”

His hand coasts down my back, along my sides and I feel another kiss there, lower. Then again trailing the path of my spine. “Is this mean?”

“Tease,” I mutter the accusation against the back of my hand.

Then he grasps my hips and tugs them back. Pushing my hands against the wall to hold myself up, I look down to see he’s behind me on his knees.

His palm clenches the curve of my ass and I feel his fingertips squeeze. He massages it around until his other hand joins in, eventually skimming the crease along the center and his thumbs part me.

Even though I’m completely anticipating it, I still suck in a surprised hiss of air when his tongue grazes me. I call out, a loud swear as I close my eyes and push my head against the backs of my hands.

He only teases for a moment before he pulls me back against him even more, holds tight to my ass and buries his mouth deep.

I won’t be able to stand up, he’s got me shaking already. The light behind my eyes is swirling. Fuck, fuck, he’s so good it’s insane. The steady, unhurried, but still ravenous devotion from his tongue is enough to nearly make me lose it. And the way he muffles these growling moans there is so hot I’m gonna fucking kill him.

I feel him ease back and then I exhale a ragged, desperate breath when he just barely circles a fingertip right there at the rim of my ass.

“Oh my god, fuck,” I cough out, pushing back against him. I want him inside me so bad, I want him to fuck me with those fingers, but he doesn’t. He just traces the most cruel path, the faintest tight little stroke.

He groans again with this rapt fascination, like he’s so appreciative and I can’t even hate him like I want to.

I just let another moan rattle in my throat and push my head against my hands.

“You still need reminding?” He speaks up behind me.

Another hard exhale leaves me. “What, who owns my ass? It’s you.”

He laughs, loud from his chest and I can’t help but smile at the sound.

“God damn,” I add, weary as I hang my head. I could easily flip around and put an end to the tease. Pull him onto that ledge and tell him to cut it the fuck out and ride him until he fills me the way I need him to. I don’t know, blame it on my typical disciplined resolve, but I won’t challenge him. I’ll take it as long as I can because a part of me loves the painfully delayed gratification.

He hums another approving note as he moves back in and flicks another few wet strokes of his tongue before he tells me, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

I have to scoff as I turn to look back at him. “It sure seems like you can.”

“I want to make you come here first,” he tells me.

A heavy breath pounding my chest, I reach back for him with my other hand. I grasp his hair, pulling him closer. Fuck, oh my god. I could ride his face I'm so needy with the way I arch against him.

I swallow hard and turn my head once again to rest against the wall. I grasp my own dick, it’s practically throbbing, and tilt my hips back.

I feel him ease up on his knees and he groans as he moves deeper spreading my cheeks and just fucking devouring me.

Letting go of his hair, I steady myself against the wall, jerking my cock until I succumb to an annihilating orgasm. It overtakes me in wrecking waves that just keep crashing into me. I flinch with another just as soon as I think they’ve left.

Finally I find the air I need and I prop my forearm on the wall to hang my head, letting the spray of the hot shower ease my pounding heart.

Something tells me this trip is going to be anything but a quiet twenty-four hours...