#did Javi ever panic with this huge feeling or was he done from the moment he laid eyes on her?

[msjarvis]

This is amazing! 😃

So hot (goddamn! 🔥🥵🔥) and absolutely perfect and real!

The incredible and wonderful feeling of having found the right person to laugh with in the most intimate moments… just wonderful! 🥰

Love it.. Love you! ❤️

Thank you for sharing!! ✨💖✨

Ps: I’m sorry Sil… I'm late in reading your amazing writings about Hubby!Javi...😓🤦‍♀️ Wait for me, I'm coming (here often😂)

i love how playful javi and wife are in the bedroom sometimes. cracking jokes and being gross. they’re so comfortable with each other and it really shines in these moments.

I would love to see a drabble focusing on them absolutely loosing it laughing while being intimate.

Giggles (Drabble)

A/N: This was lovely to write! However, it was so hard (no pun intended) to come up with a joke on the spot. I have a whole list now for future use. Also - when does the word count get high enough for it to stop being a drabble?

Summary: You make a joke for the first time during sex.

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

Tags: +18 smut, female masturbation, oral sex (m receicing), mouth-fucking, dirty talk, cumshot, giggles and love

Word count: 1.2k

Giggles

It has been four months now and it is the best sex of your life. It is not like you have a million different experiences to compare with being with Javier Peña but whenever he has you naked, you just know that it doesn’t feel like this with others and you doubt others have even felt the way you do with their own partner. The stupid man makes you come so hard that you lose sense of time and space, and you walk around in a cockdrunk haze that consists almost entirely of waiting for the next time you can see him.

One more thing. He makes you giggle. Tiny snickers come from your mouth even when he is inside of you, and his eyes gleam with boyish pride and joy whenever you accidentally snort from laughter during sex.

“What was that?” He always asks, pulling your hands from your face whenever embarrassment heats up your cheeks enough for you to want to hide behind something. Seeing the look of humiliation on your face when doing the perfect imitation of a pig during a time when you should be imitating the flawless femme fatale is apparently too funny for him not to mock lovingly. Sometimes, you think he might joke around on purpose for the sole benefit of hearing you laugh but you don’t dare hope that is the reason because that’ll mean this is love.

Like that time when you banged your dominant hand into your doorframe during a date night, hobbling around with a string of swears falling from your mouth, and then later couldn’t give him a handjob with your other one because the angle wasn’t right. He had looked at you with a shit-eating grin and asked if you weren’t ambi-dick-trous to which the laughter you gave made the pain subside completely.

However, despite all this, you still haven’t managed the courage to joke back at him during your most intimate moments. You suspect it is some kind of ridiculous attempt to maintain the illusion of being the sexy new girlfriend - God, that is what you are, isn’t it? His girlfriend - but at this point, you think the easiest way is just to break the rules you have made for yourself and dive headfirst into the waters of being funny in the bedroom too. Together.

You have been going down on him a lot lately, eager to please whether it is on your knees or lying down in the bed if it means being soaked in his taste and scent. That is why it seems like the perfect opportunity to earn a chuckle from him.

You are on your back on your bed, and have a hand on Javier’s lower stomach, nails scratching through the hairs right at the beginning of his happy trail, whilst the other one is between your legs to rub circles on your clit in a desperate fashion. Javier is fucking your mouth, the soft skin of his cock sliding past your lips over and over. At this point, you feel like an expert in knowing what to do with your mouth to make him twitch and moan. It is rough, dirty, and only painful in a way that has you groaning for your orgasm.

“I can hear you,” he says breathlessly, voice shaking from how sensitive he is due to his own climax climbing. He is making the bed rattle from his thrusts, “You gonna come with my dick in your mouth, baby?”

You whine to say yes, and then you’re off. The first crash of pleasure washes over you and your jaw goes even slacker as everything below your belly button starts to pulse with no other reason than to make you feel like you’re in heaven. Your eyes roll back, your toes curl and you gag wetly with every other moan you let out.

“Jesus Christ, you are gorgeous when you come,” you hear Javier moan above you, sounding like he is just about to blow. You look up through your damp lashes again, and sure enough, you see that Javier’s eyes are closed and his jaw is locked tightly as he uses you to get off.

You tap his torso with your palm and he pulls back a moment after, brows furrowed and just about to ask when you interrupt him in his thoughts of concern.

“Come on my face,” you order but your voice is hardly commanding as it is hoarse from being throat-fucked.

Javier growls, already wrapping his hand around his spit-slicked dick. He strokes himself fast, eager to paint your face, “Fuck yes, I will.”

“Yeah?” Your voice oozes with dopamine and sex too, “Come on my face, Javi, please.”

“Eres una chica sucía (You’re a dirty girl),” he pants and dares to look down at you.

“I know,” you smile innocently, propping yourself up on your elbows, and opening your mouth with your tongue slightly out.

Javier is done for. He comes with a groan of your name, and it sounds so sweet even if followed by filthy swear words. You take the first shot of come in your mouth but as Javier’s climax peaks and his sounds become whines, his aim falters and the next spurts hit your cheek, jaw, and even across your chin.

He sounds like someone who’s trying to desperately outrun something or someone. His breaths are fast and strained, and you hold onto his sides to keep him steady as he moves to pick a few wipes from a pack on the nightstand that’s being more and more frequently used.

That is when it happens. You hadn’t actually planned what to say, thinking it would come off as too neurotic to schedule a joke. For this reason, it also takes you by surprise.

“So,” you say casually as he sweetly rids your face of his spill, “Come here often?”

He looks down at you with surprise and stops cleaning your face. He doesn’t say anything at first and even though his silence probably only lasts for a second or two, you feel panic rise in your chest. This is what you got for trying to be the funny girlfr—

Javier bursts into laughter. It is loud and unrestrained, and so pleasant to your ears that a flash of making him crack up like that every day for the rest of your life pops up in your mind. How on earth have you waited so long to hear that sound? You watch in awe as he gets crinkles around his eyes, chest rising and falling in short bursts of the lightness laughter brings.

The laughter develops into giggles instead and he is finally able to wipe the rest of your face clean. You find everything about it so infectious that you cannot keep your own snickering at bay. You join in, and after he throws the crumpled wipes on the nightstand, he flops down on top of you to pull you close to his chest.

You feel the vibrations of his chest as he snickers. He doesn’t seem to be able to stop even if it wasn’t that funny - evidently high on post-orgasmic bliss - and you don’t want him to anyway. It is sweet happiness even as he pulls back for a second to look at you, only to start crying with laughter all over again.

You have nothing that you need to get out of bed for. You have all the time in the world. You giggle along with him and listen to his stuttering breaths and try to think of another joke.

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pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

summary: Javier drops a bomb on your lap just before you leave Colombia.

request:  #17 “I think I’m in love with you.”

a/n: HUGE thanks to @murdermewithbooks​ for beta reading this! she’s my life savior 🥺

warnings: angst, vague mentions of sex, sad smooches

word count: 2.6k

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The spot on the ceiling seems interesting as you catch your breath, lying down on the soft mattress; your body’s still hot and sticky with sweat, your heart’s still beating like a hammer inside your chest. You feel him shift on the bed until he’s up, putting his pants on without even showering, and immediately grabbing a cigarette to light it. The bottle of whiskey clinks with the glass and you take it as your cue. Ignoring the way his skin looks like gold in the dim lights of his bedroom, you get off the bed and start dressing up to leave.

“That bad, huh?” His voice reaches your ears and your stomach churns with a pleasing sensation. You choose to ignore it too, keeping your back turned to him.

“You know it wasn’t,” you say, throwing your blouse over your head. “But I know you don’t like it when I stay too long.”

A pause hangs in the air and you assume he’s looking at you.

“I never said that.”

“Maybe not with your words.” You decide to glance at him over your shoulder, regretting immediately. He's sitting on the bed, looking at you over his shoulder with a look in his eyes. It’s something you can't quite tell. Is it surprise? Regret maybe? You decide you won't think about it too much, looking away from his back, glistening with sweat as you button your jeans and let out a sigh.

This is going to be harder than you thought.

"You know you can stay–" He starts, but you cut him off.

"I can't." A lie. You know it, he knows it. You could stay over, but that would lead to uncharted territory and unlock feelings you don't want to face.

"Same time next week, then?"

Ever since you started sleeping with Javier, you knew it was going to lead nowhere. On your first day at the Embassy, several women told you to stay away from him, to not fall to his charms, that he had a reputation. So, you knew what you were getting into. You just didn't expect your feelings to get in the way. The thought of having feelings for Javier Peña makes you embarrassed of yourself. Javier, who sleeps with pretty much every intern, informant and prostitute in this city.

"I can't," You finally answer him, turning to face him. “I’m going home.”

He stands from the bed to look at you and doesn’t seem to catch on to what you said, frowning lightly and tilting his head. “What do you mean?”

You sigh. “I’m going back home.”

A silent pause hangs in the air as you wait for the penny to drop. Your time as a public relations intern at the United States Embassy is over and you have to go back home. After a year, you’re going to leave Colombia behind and go back to your normal life. You’re going to leave him behind. Him and everything you’ve been through together.

You don’t want to think about it.

Javier raises his eyebrows, inhaling slowly as his mouth falls.This is why you didn’t tell him until now, the look on his face is too much for you. Feeling your heart clench and bleed, you grab your shoes and sit on the bed again to put them on. With your back to him again, it’s easier to breathe.

“When?” He asks quietly.

“Sunday.” Your voice cracks and you clear your throat, swallowing hard. “Tomorrow is my last day at the Embassy.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sits on the bed beside you. The mattress dips and you inhale deeply, the scent of his skin invading your nostrils. You finally look at him with glossy eyes and shrug.

“Didn’t realize I had to.” Your voice is a whisper, melancholy plastered in it.

“Mariposa–”

“I have to go.” You interrupt him again, standing up abruptly and heading to the door.

Javier tells you to wait, but you don’t stop until he touches your arm gently. You look at him and he’s already wearing a shirt and putting on his shoes.

“Let me take you home,” He says.

“I can get a cab.” You argue.

“It’s late.” Javier insists.

A line forms between your brows as he takes your hand and leads you out of his apartment, to his car. Your heart skips a beat as you realize he still holds your hand as he opens the door for you. The drive to your apartment complex is silent, the tension growing as the silence stretches. You wonder what is going on in his mind, why he is so quiet and, every time you look at him he has this look in his eyes, like he’s thinking deeply. When he stops in your driveway, you thank him and move to open the door but he tells you to wait again.

“I have to tell you something,” He says, gripping the steering wheel hard until his knuckles turn white.

“Okay.” You look curiously at him.

Javier lets out a breath and looks in your eyes. “Mariposa,”

“Yes?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes wide and your breath quickens. Holy shit, this is not happening. Javier Peña. In love. With you? A mere intern, young and naive. Every feeling you’ve been hiding for a year rises to the surface, and you start to panic. It’s real, your feelings are reciprocated and he loves you. Your eyes fill with tears and you look away, unaware that Javier’s are also misty.

“I-I have to go.”

You hear him call your name as you run to enter the complex. The tears are streaming down your cheeks by the time you enter your apartment and you try to breathe, try to stop them, but you can’t.

Why now? Why did he decide to tell you this now? Now, that you’re leaving and probably will never see him again. Now that you finally accepted you’d never be together, that your relationship with him would never leave the sheets. It’s so unfair. He had a year. A whole year to tell you and he didn’t.

That night, you cry yourself to sleep, thinking of him.

…

The last day at the Embassy was not as hard as you thought it’d be. You didn’t catch a single glimpse of Javier and you’re not sure l if it made you feel better or worse. Part of you wanted to see him one last time, while the other part didn’t want to make things more complicated. Maybe it’s for the best, it would be too painful to see him before you go.

You spent one last day of filling in reports and working, with your heart clenched, but happy. Some coworkers had given you gifts and said their goodbyes and you were glad they took your mind off Javier for a while. But it didn’t last long.

As you walk to your car to leave, the sun setting and the air getting chilly, you hear his voice. He’s waiting for you, leaning against his car with a cigarette between his fingers, his aviators stuck on the bridge of his nose. Your stomach drops and you inhale sharply when you see him.

“Hi,” You say quietly, giving him a small smile.

“Hi.” He smiles back.

Shit. You have to look away, swallowing hard and trying to hold back tears.

“How was your day?” He removes his sunglasses and puts them in the pocket of his shirt and approaches you, flicking the cigarette from his hand.

“Good.” You nod. “Yours?”

Javier nods too and you both stand in silence for a moment. You look at him and take in his appearance one last time, observing the lines of expression on his face, the bags under his eyes, the hook of his nose. The pout of lips. Your eyes linger there for a moment and you have to force yourself to look away.

“I’m sorry about last night.” He starts, quietly. “But I mean it. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Tilting your head, you nod. “It’s unfair. You could’ve told me before. Why now?”

“Because I never realized until now.”

The tears stream down your cheeks as he gently takes your hand. Javier leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away, to tell him to stop. But you’re the one who closes the gap between the both of you, pressing your lips against his. His mustache tickles your top lip for the last time. His nose bumps into yours for the last time.

You kiss him for the last time.

“I love you too,” You mumble in his mouth, snaking your hands along his chest, until they reach the back of his neck.

Javier deepens the kiss, resting his palms on your hips and backing you to your car, pressing his body against yours as your back presses against the car. He pulls away all of a sudden, resting his forehead against yours to catch his breath. You tangle your fingers in his hair, playing with the soft curls there.

“Maybe–” You breathe, closing your eyes. “Maybe when you’re done here, if– If you don’t change your mind, you could– We could– Start over.”

You don’t have to finish the sentence. He nods slowly as you take his sunglasses from his pocket.

“Souvenir?” You smile at him.

Javi laughs and nods. Sighing, you watch him pull away from you.

“Goodbye, Javier.” Your voice cracks, laced with sadness.

“Goodbye, Mariposa.”

He watches as you enter the car and start it. His heart clenches as you smile at him one last time, watching you back the car away. A wave of your hand. A wave of his.

And you’re gone.

…

The bar is crowded as you sit down at a table with your friends. Nursing a cold bottle of beer, you talk and laugh with them through the loud sound of chatting and music.

It’s been four years since you’ve left Colombia. Four years since you left Javi.

It was hard at first. You missed him terribly. But then, it got easier. You made new friends, learned to move on. Met a couple of people, hooked up with a few of them, knowing nothing would ever be like it was with Javier. He’ll always have a special place in your heart. Even now, after four years of not seeing each other, not speaking to each other, you’d still think about him from time to time. It’s weird, you don’t feel trapped to him, you don’t feel bad anymore. It’s a nice feeling, one that makes you warm inside, even though you’re not with him anymore.

“Hey, so,” One of your friends tells you, as you sip your beer. “Don’t look now, but there’s a guy who’s been staring at you ever since we sat down.”

“What?” You frown at her. “Where?”

“Over there.” She nods towards the man and you follow her look, looking over your shoulder.

Your breath gets caught in your throat.

Javier Peña is nursing a glass of whiskey at the bar, sitting alone. He’s got his back curbed, leaning over the bar, looking down at his drink. He looks exactly the same. Same mustache, same hair. Same leather jacket. Same tired look in his eyes.

You quickly look away, before he can catch you staring. Your heart beats like crazy in your chest and you exhale softly, a smile splitting your face. For a moment, you don’t know what to do. Insecurity invades your mind and you wonder if he’ll reject you if you go talk to him.

“Do you know him?” Another friend of yours asks.

“Uh, yeah,” You say quietly. “I met him in Colombia.”

They pause, nodding at you.

“Well, go talk to him!”

You shake your head, scoffing. “He probably doesn’t even remember me.” You lie. Of course he remembers you, you’re not stupid.

“Honey, if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have been staring at you the entire night.”

Laughing softly, you look over your shoulder again. This time, you catch him staring. His eyes meet yours and you’re immediately sent back to Colombia, memories of him invading your mind. You look back at your friends, who nod, encouraging you to go over him. Taking a deep breath and grabbing your bottle, you stand from your seat. With wobbly legs, your heart is thumping, beating hard, your stomach churning with anxiety. Javier looks at you as you approach, straightening his back, and you smile at him, stopping right in front of him.

“Hi,” You say, shyly.

Javier smiles at you and you melt. Four years and he still makes you weak.

“Hi, Mariposa.” His voice reaches your ears, the same low baritone. “You look good.”

“You look the same.” You chuckle, sipping your beer. You want to hug him, but you’re not sure if he’ll be receptive.

“Can’t tell if that’s a bad thing or a good thing.” He smiles. Shit, he smiles.

“Me neither.”

He watches you with an amusing smile, leaning on the bar as you take a seat beside him.

“When did you get back?” You ask and Javi shrugs.

“About two weeks ago.” He can’t stop looking at you. “How have you been?”

“Good. Been working on a PhD.”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise. “How’s that going?”

“Better than I expected.” You laugh and Javi smiles at you. “How are you?”

A pause. And then,

“Better now.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoff at him as you shake your head.

“I mean it.” His voice is soft as he bumps his shoulder to yours playfully. You look into his eyes and feel your heart skip a beat. Javier exhales softly, his eyes dancing between yours and your lips; you fight the urge to bite on your lower lip when you realize he’s staring. You want to ask him about everything, how is Steve, did they finally catch Escobar, how was the hunt, does he–

Do you still love me?

“I still have your sunglasses,” You say, instead. Javier raises his brows in surprise again and tilts his head, smiling. “Well, not here, but back at home.”

“Keep them.” He shrugs. “They look better on you.”

You bite your lower lip, shaking your head as you look at him. Except for some wrinkles, he’s still the same Javi you fell for all those years ago.

“We have an audience.” Javier interrupts your thoughts and you look over at your friends to catch them staring. They quickly turn around, pretending they weren’t watching and you laugh softly.

“Do you want to join us?” The words leave your lips before you can think. He hesitates. “They don’t bite.” Before he can answer, though, you hop off the stool and nod towards the table they’re sat at, with pleading eyes. “They’d love to meet you.”

Javier wants to say no, but his body moves without his consent before he can notice. He grabs his glass and follows you to the table where you introduce him to your friends. He sits next to you in the booth, your thighs and shoulders touching. The heat of his body radiates to yours and you feel warmth bloom in your chest.

Slowly and gently, he places a palm on the top of your thigh, hovering at first, giving you space to brush it off. But you gently take his hand under the table and lace your fingers with his. You look at each other, knowing smiles on both of your faces. Your stomach twists with a good feeling and you sigh, content.

Maybe you could start over with him, after all.

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