#javier pena x chubby!reader

[tokkiwrites]

in which Javier Peña has a not so big strong man crush on the new intern.

tags: kind of fluff, age gap (not mentioned tho), pet names, use of Spanish , kind of forbidden love idk, javier is a slut ( barely mentioned in the story just wanted to put it out there) but also hes down BAD for reader, unprotected p in v sex (dont be silly, wrap your willy), afab reader, oh yeah use of y/n and reader is kind of thiiqueee idk what else so lmk if i missed anything!!!!

Javier had been standing outside for a while now, his gaze focused on the dry, concrete pavement in front of the Embassy. He took a drag of his marlboro cigarette and exhaled after a few moments, silently watching as the cloud of smoke wafted away.

The DEA Agent took a glance up at the night sky and the flickering streetlamps that had been due for maintenance years ago. The sound of footsteps snapped him out of his daze, and he then turned his head.

"buenas noches, señor peña!"

it was y/n, the newly arrived intern: a bubbly girl that was way too excited when anyone mentioned criminals, with a smile that made even the sun want to take a closer look.

“buenas noches, querida.” The Texan rasped, his eyes taking note of her outfit. god, what a dress.

"long day, huh?" she asks before reaching her hand out and offering Javier a cup filled to the brim with warm coffee. "i know it's late, but coffee is always good." she smiles intently.

He smiled back, nodding his head in thanks, before accepting the coffee cup in his hands. "thank you, and yes, very long day indeed. this fucking heat isn't helping at all." Javier chuckles as he takes a long sip from the cup.

"i was gonna finish my coffee then head home, my feet are killing me..." she groans. "Also, this dress is horrible...forgot to wear some nylons under it, and now my thighs feel like you could fry something on them."

Javier raised an eyebrow, and looked down at her thighs, his curiosity piqued. smiling in the corner of his mouth, y/n's eyes met his. He then looked down once again for a moment, before chuckling ever so slightly.

"Does that matter when you look so good, hermosa?"

y/n lets out a soft giggle, cheeks turning a pale shade of red, before she slaps his shoulder playfully. "you say that to everyone, señor Peña"

Javier chuckled, his deep voice rumbling softly as he took another sip of the coffee. "Only to those who deserve it," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. y/n's blush deepened, and she couldn't help but smile at his response. "Well, I'm flattered..."

As they stood there under the flickering streetlamp, sharing a moment of casual banter amidst the night's shadows, Javier couldn't deny that the unexpected company of the bubbly intern had lightened the weight of the long, tiring day.

He appreciated her energy and enthusiasm, which contrasted the often grim and serious nature of his work.

it's what made him more excited to come to work for the past few months. and buy new clothes...and cologne. Javier will never admit it was for her, though.

"Listen," Javier began, taking a more serious tone, "I know you're new here, and this job can be tougher than it looks. But I've got a good feeling about you, y/n. You've got that spark, and that's something we could use around here."

y/n's s eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, señor Peña. I really appreciate that. I promise to give it my all." she nods. " all though...a certain someone who i will not name told me to never ever trust your praises as they're just means to get into someone's pants.." y/n laughed.

"you're too smart for that, muñeca."

Javier smirked, amused by her response. "Well, I can't say I haven't heard those rumors about me before," he admitted, taking another thoughtful drag of his cigarette. "But, let me assure you, my compliments are genuine when they need to be."

y/n's smile was contagious, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "I'll take your word for it."

As they continued to chat and sip their coffee, the night air began to cool, providing some much-needed relief from the scorching heat. Their camaraderie, lighthearted yet sincere, made the hours they spent at the embassy more bearable.

it's been a while since Javier last felt this way with someone. He hated to admit it, but it was true.

Javier couldn't help but reflect on how long it had been since he'd experienced a genuine connection like this. The life of a DEA agent often led to solitude and secrecy, and trust was a rare and treasured commodity in his line of work.

With y/n, though, he sensed a different kind of trust budding. It wasn't just about the job; it was about the shared moments, the laughter.

Javier found himself appreciating the small, subtle details about y/n. The way her hair fell onto her shoulders, as if it were a cascade of silk, had a certain charm that was hard to ignore. He couldn't help but notice how her rosy cheeks seemed to light up every time he complimented her, and it warmed his heart to see her smile so genuinely.

And in that quiet corner of the world, under the watchful gaze of the night sky and the flickering streetlamps, Javier couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed these stolen moments with y/n.

godㅡㅡ he doesn't know if he wants to fuck her or rip his heart out, cover it in glitter and give it to her, for fuck's sake.

his thoughts are stopped dead in their tracks as y/n's voice fills his ears again. "i should head home now... what about you? still got work or are you ready to head home? maybe we can walk together!"

"still have some work, querida, but..." he trails off "are you really in a hurry to get home?"

y/n hesitated for a moment, torn between her desire to spend more time with Javier and the exhaustion of a long day. "Well, I'd love to stay, but I have an early morning tomorrow, and I should get some rest."

Javier nodded in understanding, taking a final drag from his cigarette before extinguishing it on the pavement. "I understand, hermosa. You go ahead and get some rest. Don't want you falling asleep during those early meetings."

"so...you're not gonna walk me home?" she sounds kind of disappointed.

shit. she's so cute. someone slap this man. He's supposed to be an untouchable god that every woman wants. yet here he is, almost drooling over y/n.

Javier's expression softened at her disappointment, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her pouting. "Alright, alright, I suppose I can spare a few more minutes. It's not every day I get to walk a beautiful young lady home," he said with a wink.

y/n's face lit up, and she grinned. "You really know how to make a girl's night, señor."

walking together through the dimly lit streets, Javier couldn't deny the way he felt toward y/n. She was indeed beautiful, and her playful banter made him forget about the weight of his responsibilities, if only for a little while.

as they made their way to y/n's house, the wind hummed through the trees, soft creaks from some nearby swings in a park swirling alongside it. the night seemed to embrace them

it was beautiful. she was beautiful. fucking hell man, come on, get it together.

"we almost there, muñeca? you live pretty far away. how do you manage?"

"I've got things that motivate me to manage it."

"things?"

"yeah...stuff, you know? like work...people."

She laughed, and they continued walking together, their conversation ranging from the challenges of their work to the mundane details of their lives. The more they talked, the more Javier found himself drawn to her spirit and charm ㅡㅡ if that possible.

As they finally reached her doorstep, y/n turned to face him, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "Well...we're here." she reaches for the doorknob before hastily turning back to face Javier. "do you want to maybe...come inside and ㅡㅡ maybe talk?"

was he really asking him this? impossible. this is a dream. that's how all of his dreams start. and they end with her under him.

"Iㅡ" he hesitatingly tries to reply "it's fine if you dont wanna! don't even know why i asked you, it's weird, sorryㅡ"

"No, querida, wait. I do." he sighs "I do want to come inside. That's the problem."

y/n's eyes widened with surprise at his response, her cheeks flushing with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She stammered, "Oh, uh... can't believe it.. Well, come on in, then!" Her hand shook slightly as she opened the door and gestured for him to follow.

Javier couldn't believe his luck. This unexpected turn of events left him both exhilarated and cautiousㅡㅡ if his boss finds out about this they're both better off as dead. As they stepped into her cozy living room, the air seemed charged with a palpable tension, a delicate balance between temptation and anticipation.

They settled on her couch, sitting close but not too close. y/n nervously played with a strand of her hair, her gaze occasionally meeting his, their eyes locking in a silent, electric exchange.

"y/n, I need to be honest," Javier finally spoke, his voice lower and more intense. "I'm not used to this kind of situation. I'm usually a lot more careful. 's why I try to only get with people who, you know..." he trails off, motioning his hands in the air.

y/n nodded, understanding the weight of their profession and the risks involved when it comes to, well, being amorous. "I get it. It's just... I don't know. There's something about you that's... I feel so silly saying this, god."

Javier leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering. "Tell me, y/n"

Their faces drew nearer, the magnetic pull between them impossible to ignore. It was a gamble, a moment of vulnerability neither of them were used to, but they were both willing to see where this unexpected night would lead.

She swallowed hard, the tension between them growing. "I really like you, and i know you probably find me stupid and a klutz and also I'm young, so what do I knowㅡ"

"Woah, querida. Slow down."

Javier placed a finger gently on y/n's lips, silencing her thoughts. "First of all, you're not stupid or a klutz, and age has nothing to do with how you feel, hermosa. And, believe me, you're not alone in those feelings."

y/n's eyes searched his for a sign, a confirmation that he felt the same way. She couldn't help but feel her heart racing in anticipation.

With a soft, reassuring smile, Javier continued, "I've been doing this job for a long time, and I've met a lot of people. But there's something about you.." he looks down at her lips "can I?"

"y-esㅡ"

Their lips found each other in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire between them that felt deeper and more genuine than anything they had experienced before. Javier's hands roamed up y/n's body, pulling her closer to him as the kiss became increasingly intense.

When they finally pulled away, they were left panting, their eyes locked in an electrifying gaze. "fuck, querida," Javier whispered, his voice husky with desire. "do you know how long I've waited for this?"

y/n's breathless response came in a soft, sultry whisper, "not as long as I have.."

javier's lips crash onto y/n's neck, sucking small spots, the skin blooming red as they hastily start to undress each other.

"gonna let me take care of you, muñeca?"

"pleaseㅡ"

fuck, she sounds so desperate.

"i know, hermosa. Mira, déjame cuidarte esta noche."

Javier's fingers dance onto her skin, trailing up to where her bra clasp was. in one swift motion he relieves y/n, letting her breasts fall down into one of his palms.

inching closer, he starts to trace kisses down her neck to her cleavage, nipping slightly at the sensitive skin between her chest. " so beautiful. "

his mustache lightly tickling her as he prepped small kisses all over her, javier pushes y/n onto her back and pulls her hips closer to his by her ankles, drawing a soft whine from the latter. "patience, muñeca. can you wait just a little more for me, huh?"

"y-yesㅡ"

"good girl."

he finally pulls off her panties, tossing them to the side as he spreads y/n's cunt wide open with two of his fingers, analyzing the way it glistened in the dimly lit room. "so pretty. my pretty girl." y/n moans in response.

placing his palm behind her knee, he lift up her legs as to press light pecks onto her plush thighs, his thumb now tracing down to her pulsing clit. javier starts to slowly swirl his finger, still kissing y/n's thigh. "I'm gonna stretch out that pretty pussy, querida, it'll be all you think about."

tracing her entrace with his index, he plunges his finger deep into her, causing y/n to arch her back onto the mattress of the couch. this was it. he was where all of his fantasies led him to. now that he had her, he'll never let go.

cunningly, javier moved his finger into y/n's pussy, squelching sounds and her moans lapping off the walls and into his ears like melodies. "that's right. want you to come on my fingers, hermosa."

it didn't take long for y/n to finally give him what he asked for, coming just from javier's fingers, her body writhing as soft whines dripped from her lips.

"Do you want to continue, querida?" he asks, caressing ar her hips. "please, javier..." and when she pleaded his name in such a way, it sent a jolt up his spine, causing his cock to twitch into his boxers.

"i got you." he smiles, eyes tracing every curve of y/n's body. he takes off his briefs, letting his shaft spring free, small pearls of precum already gathered at the tip. y/n's eyes opened out more as she saw the sheer monster that was about to enter inside of her. "it's fine, querida. it won't bite, hm?" javier hums.

taking his length into his fist, javier pumps it a few times before he aligns it with y/n's entrance that trickled with slick. he teases her clit with the tip of it then goes in, making y/n to claw at his back.

"shh, muñeca. it's okay..." Javier starts to move slowly, gently holding y/n's waist as he lets her adjust to him. sla few strokes after he feels her wrap her legs around him, urging him deeper. "harder, please.." she pleads, the sweetest sounds escaping her plump and swollen lips.

"fuck.." Javier groans, almost coming right then with the way she stared up at him through her lashes wet with tears. "fuck, sweet girlㅡ" he starts to pump inside of her, harder and deeper, roughly hitting that one spot continously.

y/n moans, her head empty, vision blurry, and mouth agape. she was a mess, the prettiest mess he'd ever seen. all because... thanks to him.

the man moves back and forth harshly, feeling himself so close as y/n's valvet walls wrapped perfectly around his cock. "shitㅡ you were made for my cock, muñeca. my pretty, pretty girl." he moans, pressing his head between her breasts, nails digging bruises into y/n's hips.

a few moments later, y/n is completely blank, incoherent babbles skipping from her mouth as Javier fucks deep into her. "you gonna come, hermosa?" y/n nods rapidly "go aheadㅡ fuck! go ahead, come on this cock, show me how good you are to me."

that's all she needed.

she comes once again, nimbly wrapping around javier like a vine, her walls squeezing him so tight it makes his release warm, white ropes inside of her immediately.

they both pant, as they come down from their high. realization sets in as they meet each other's gaze.

"thank god you're only an intern, querida. I'm strictly forbidden to fuck employees." Javier chuckles. "oh, shut up, jerk." y/n huffs, smiling as she presses yet another kiss onto his lips.

⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾‎  토끼's NOTE : surprise!!! i honestly dont know what this is.. wanted to try my hand at some kind of romance ig. im also in my javier era SO YEAH. Grammar errors probs, not proofread. this has 2.75k words. THANK U FOR ALL THE SUPPORT <3

[beefrobeefcal]

Um okay so Javier Peña? Stubborn as fuck. Put on a little weight and he refuses to get new fucking clothes. Thinking season 3 Javier where he has a private office.

Well it’s after a wicked long day, stressful day. His work pants are already tight enough to be bugging him, and he’s sitting at his desk and only him and the receptionist or whatever are still there doing work.

Javier thinks he’s safe - sure he can unbutton his work pants just to catch his breath. He takes a sip of his whiskey and begins to unbutton and unzip his pants - tummy jumping forward - finally able to take a deep breath. He slumps back in his chair and palms his tummy gently, thinking to himself he absolutely either needs to start eating better & drinking less, or give up and buy a new suit.

Only for the receptionist to knock on his door and come in, which Pedro fidgeting to cover his open pants. The receptionist thinks he’s being dirty behind his desk - until they’re getting ready to fuck on their first date and she asks him what all that was about. He has a wicked blush all over his face and neck when he has to admit his pants were squeezing the absolute life out of him.

UNF. Nonnie. We thank thee for this bountiful feast we're about to receive.

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro proudly presents:

a Chubby!Peña one shot

Javier Peña & his Sweetheart: An HR Nightmare

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader (Sweetheart!)

Summary: Javier quit booze, informants, and cigarettes. All he's left with is a pissy mood, food and you.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 5,748

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), belly appreciation, ill-fitting clothes, semen on clothing, hard candty throwing

Author's Notes: This is a long time coming. Blessed be the Nonnie who submitted this, and a major special thanks to @rebel-held & @theywhowriteandknowthings who read draft after draft and @neverwheremoonchild & @toxicanonymity for their smutty support. Shout out to the TDS for their unhinge thirst on twitter.

Final draft not beta'd, so enjoy my typos. TA DA!

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Javier Peña was an all or nothing kind of guy. Work? Women? Cigarettes? Booze? He threw himself into them all headfirst, consequences be damned. But as he got older, a new item was added to that list – food.

You were hired as his secretary once he was promoted to the head of the department. You were leery, knowing his reputation for being a womanizer, but he turned out to be moodier than anything else, especially since he quit smoking your first week. While he admired your sharp wit and appreciated your honesty, he rarely showed it. The only time he seemed to be anything other than pissy was when you offered him some of the candy you hid in your desk for him.

Quitting smoking was harder than all Javier’s other habits to break, given it wasn’t just the nicotine that he craved, it was an oral fixation, too. He felt he constantly needed something in his mouth, and you were more than happy to provide him with anything sweet to keep his mood in check.

The long hours he worked in his new position meant that there was little time to sate his other vices; while he did still enjoy whiskey from time to time, the hangover he was graced with when he hit the bottle hard as he got older wasn't worth it. And now that he wasn’t the one with informants, women were not as easily obtainable as they once were.

He went from satiating his boredom and hunger with cigarettes and whiskey to actually eating something in the evenings. Then the snacking throughout the day started.

In short, Javier Peña was coping with food.

The one night that changed everything happened after a particularly grueling day. Meeting after boring meeting, back-to-back all day, he stopped by his favourite take out place, placed a ridiculously large order out of sheer hunger and frustration, and went home with enough food for a family of four. He laid out all the food in front of him and just started to eat. Halfway through, he had to open his pants and unbutton his shirt in order to finish. Once done, he hauled his stuffed belly to bed and slipped into a food coma.

You watched him come in the morning after, looking a little sluggish and slightly bloated. You figured he had tied one off late into the night to blow off steam, but as it happened more often, you knew it wasn’t alcohol or women. He’d slipped up and told someone about this take-out pace that he’d been ordering from, and you put two and two together pretty quicky.

His affinity for take-out and the candy you hid in your desk resulted in his middle filling out. It wasn’t too noticeable at first, but after nearly a year of his new habits, Javier Peña was growing quite the belly. Despite this, he’d refused to change his wardrobe, fairly certain that his new bulk wasn’t that noticeable.

Because of this, Javier sometimes looked like an unmade bed version of himself. Regardless, you desperately wanted to keep feeding him and feel his belly get bigger, among other things.

*****

Javier woke up on the wrong side of the bed. He was craving a cigarette in the worst way, and he was out of gum. All that he had to take his mind off smoking was a pile of leftovers in the fridge. He ate the whole lot, then fought to get his pants done up. Still refusing to acknowledge that he needed to upgrade his wardrobe, he ignored the feeling under his belly as he tightened his belt; he had to suck in his stomach as hard as he could to get the buttons done up on his shirt, and once he relaxed, the buttons were pulling, although not enough to gape or pop. This was becoming an issue more and more often, but Javier was stubborn. He was in a bad enough mood already, and he didn’t want to give a single thought to his clothing.

He stormed into the office and stood in front of your desk, huffing as he reviewed the contents of a file folder. It was your first day back after a three-week holiday and he was impatiently waiting for you to get off the phone. You turned in your chair and smiled coldly at him, and when his eyes went back down to the file, yours wandered down to his middle.

You almost choked and had to hide it in a cough so the person on the other line and Javier wouldn’t ask what was wrong. His already tight pants had become tighter, especially now that the front of his pants had to bow under his belly, and his shirt, while it was buttoned, wasn’t long enough. You could see a sliver of skin peeking out between his belt and the front corners of his shirt. And it took every ounce of strength to not reach out and touch it.

You’d noticed he was filling out a bit more before you left, but his was an entirely new development. Javier eyed you when you coughed, but you continued to pretend to be listening to what the other person was saying while you imagined what you needed to do to get those buttons to pop.

“How was your vacation?”, Javier scowled after you hung up.

“Great. I’m so glad to be back.”, you responded politely.

“Don’t need to lie to me.”, he huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Well, gee, Peña. It’s nice to see you and your mood, too.”, you snarked back. “Looks like you've kept yourself preoccupied.”

You nodded towards his fuller midsection with a smirk, and his face flushed. He stood up straighter and tried to suck in his belly.

You snickered at his attempt to hide the evidence of his decadence. “It’s good to be back and to get your office back on track. I’ve been sifting through all the files that you didn’t bother to deal with the last three weeks.”

He rolled his eyes again as he snarled sarcastically, “I’m so sorry you have to do your job.”

“Jesus, you are in a snit today.”, you sighed, holding up your candy dish. “Here, take the edge off pretend you are actually happy to see me. Maybe then I’ll give you the gift I picked up for you.”

He rolled his eyes and tossed the file folder on your desk and held his hand out for his gift.

“Not if you’re not happy to see me, Peña.”, you warned.

“Fucking tease.”, he muttered, popping a Werther’s caramel into his mouth.

“Oh, did I put you in a worse mood?”, you mockingly pouted, opening a drawer and pulling out a few boxes of chocolate coated macadamia nuts, then stated in a firmer tone, “You be nice today and you might get one of these boxes. Got it?”

He sighed and shook his head, and warned you in a low growl, “Watch it, sweetheart.”

And there it was, that nickname. Sweetheart. One of his subordinates called you that as a joke when you started giving Javier candy to temper his mood, but Javier took it and ran. Anyone else calling you that name caused your temper to flare, but when he did it? Your heart felt like it was trying to jump out of your mouth and flee from the room. You knew he used to be a flirt, and you shouldn’t let it get to you, but being your first day back and the sight you were greeted with, your guard was down. You swallowed hard and nodded back at him, opening one of the boxes and offering him a nut.

*****

The day went quickly for you due to the catch up you were playing all day with the files that needed sorting. Javier spent most of the day in his office, being that his mood was still, well, terrible and his clothes were feeling far too tight; he felt uncomfortable and bitchy.  You were in and out, taking and leaving documents from his desk and trying so hard to remain focused on your tasks that you didn’t notice Javier eyeing you up and down at every opportunity. While he was discreet, he allowed himself the chance to check you out, noting the tan that warmed your skin tone, the way your skirt clung to your tight, little frame, and the way your blouse flowed and bounced with your tits. Javier figured that you were not interested in a workplace affair, something he knew all too well the dangers of. That, or you weren't interested in him. He remembered the way your body tensed when he would touch you and brush past you, and the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable and lose you because he was a horny, lonely man. You were too valuable and important to him to take a chance; you were one of the few who was able to put up with him and his attitude. All that and he thought you were fucking hot.

By the end of the night, you’d decided that you were going to leave, get some dinner, then return to finish what you needed to be fully caught up. Assuming that Javier would be gone by the time you returned, you didn’t let him know you would be back.

“Have a good night, Agent Peña.”, you said, popping your head in his office.

He waved you off in a flat tone, not looking up from his file, “Night, sweetheart. Thanks for coming back.”

You rolled your eyes with a sigh and headed out. Javier lifted his head as you turned and watched you leave, his mind wandering to things he knew better than to allow.

With him having more things to get done, he’d organized earlier in the day to have his favourite take-out place deliver his usual order to the office around dinnertime. It arrived soon after you left, and he enjoyed most of the meal in silence, having to undo his belt and pants to accommodate all the food in him. He sat back in his office chair, picking his teeth, hand on his swollen middle.

You’d returned over an hour later, surprised to see a light on in his office.

“Agent Peña?”, you called out, walking towards his office, smelling take-out wafting in the air, figuring he ordered in because he was staying late.

Javier scrambled to sit up and tried not to look guilty while trying to suck in his belly. He tossed some paperwork over what was left of his dinner as you walked into his office, leaning forward in his chair to hide his open pants and looking at his flushed face, knowing you interrupted something.

“Oh... I thought you’d be gone by now.”, you said, leaning against the door frame with a smirk.

“Oh, no... I have some things... I need to get done and...”, he cleared his throat, his middle aching to be let back out. “I decided to stay late. What are you doing back?”

“I have some things I need to do to be caught up for tomorrow, so I came back after dinner.”, you said, trying not to smile even more. His guilty expression and flushed face had you thinking you’d just interrupted him jacking off, but knowing he was more than likely eating at his desk.

He finally had to give in and sit back but he pulled an open file over his lap to hide his open waistband. His belly was pulling his shirt taut across his middle, buttons threatening to give way, and his breathing was heavy.

“Have you eaten yet, Agent Peña?”, you asked coolly with a grin, your eyes scanning down and noting his middle looked fuller. Javier noticed your stare and cleared his throat. He looked at the blush creeping up your body and the look in your eyes, and he felt a rush of uncertainty.

“I got some food already.” he said, trying to keep his tone even.

“Right...”, you nodded with a smile. “You sure you don’t want another chocolate covered macadamia nut? You were being pretty nice to me today…”

“Maybe in a bit. Finish what you need and then maybe...”, he waved you off in a cold tone, desperately wanting to end this awkwardness for himself.

You nodded and turned, sauntering back to your desk. Javier watched you then sighed, letting his belly relax further and push out, his shirt buttons coming dangerously close to popping.

You sat at your desk, trying to concentrate on the files in front of you, but your mind kept slipping back to what he was doing when you walked in. He was filling out that stomach of his even further and you’d caught him. You’d also noticed the way his eyes roamed over you and the matching flush that crept up his face as you stood in his doorway. You smiled to yourself.

Javier sat at his desk and wondered how long you would be. It was a struggle that morning to do his pants up, and now that he was even more bloated and full, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get them done up again. He sat back in his chair and sucked in his belly and tried to get them done up, not realizing how loud his grunting had gotten as he struggled.

You heard him, and you grabbed the open box of chocolates, got up, and went to the doorway. At first, you weren’t sure what you were watching, all you knew was you wanted to be a part of it. It dawned on you that Javier was struggling to get his pants done up, belly heaving and pulling on those poor buttons on his shirt. Catching him in such a vulnerable position had you feeling confident with the upper hand in this situation.

“Need some help, Agent Peña?” You barely recognized the honey-toned voice that came from your mouth.

He sat back up and looked at you while he panted, and his face went red.

“I... uh... I just... fuck.”, he sputtered.

His eyes were wide looking at you, almost pleading, and you swore you were no longer in control of your own body as you walked into his office and around his desk, leaning on it while you faced him.

“You need to get some better fitting clothes, Agent Peña.”, you cooed.

He scowled back at you and huffed, “Sweetheart...”, he said in a warning tone.

“Agent Peña.”, you cooed again. “… your shirt’s getting snug and those pants aren’t happening.”

He eyed you, and from the angle he was sitting at, he could see the swell of your breast between the buttons of your blouse, and he licked his lips. He sat back and looked at you. You raised your brow at him as you saw how distended his belly really was.

“Oh my… you weren’t whistling dixie when you said you already ate.”, you pointed out in a teasing tone, poking him with the box of chocolaty nuts. “You too full or you want some chocolate?”

He looked at you and scowled again, his tone sounding irritated, “Hey! You don’t get to come in here and - “

You cut him off by pushing one of the chocolates in his mouth. He grunted in response but made no move to stop you.

“Don’t get cranky, Peña. I’ll leave you be.”, you cooed and gave him a wink as you got up, tossed the box of chocolate on his desk and walked out of his office. You went back to your desk and collected your jacket and purse.

“See you in the morning, Agent Peña.”, you called out as you walked out the door.

Javier sat at his desk stunned for a few moments. He thought whatever holiday you had brought you back a new woman. He shoved a few chocolates in his mouth and groaned at his full belly and hard, aching cock.

*****

The next few weeks went on as normal; neither of you being brave enough to talk about the events of that evening and acted as though nothing had happened. He continued to delve into his habit with food and you continued to feed him candy and other sweets. It wasn’t until the day before a black-tie event was taking place that Javier brought in his tuxedo for you to take to the dry cleaners.

“Peña are you sure you want to wear this tux?”, you asked in an unsure tone, folding the garment bag over your arm.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”, he asked, not looking up from his desk.

“Well... are you sure it still fits?”, you raised an eyebrow as you asked.

His eyes shot up at you, and he barked, “Yes… Why the fuck wouldn’t it?”

You stared back at him, shaking your head and closing his office door before walking towards his desk.

“Peña. None of your clothes fit anymore.” Your tone was firm and direct.

“What does that mean?! My clothes fit just fine!”, he snapped, a flush creeping over his face.

“Stand up.”, you commanded as you put the garment bag over the back of the chair.

He gave a frustrated groan and huffed, then stood up. You looked him over, seeing the evidence of his food habits clearly around his middle even more than before. His waistband was strained under his protruding middle, and shirt was pulled tight over his belly, gaping between the buttons showing peeks of the undershirt below it.

You walked around the desk and stood in front of him, crossing your arms and giving him an irritated look.

“My clothes fit fine.”, Javier snapped.

“You’re really going to make me do this?”, you asked with a huff.

“Do what?”, he huffed back.

“Agent Peña, the shirt that is currently being pushed to its limit on you right now is a relaxed fit. The tux you want to wear is fitted. There is no way you’re going to get into it.”, you said, stepping forward as if to challenge him.

“It will fit me fine!”, he warned, taking a step towards you. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit!”

“Really? You’re gonna fit this”, you motion towards his belly, “into that tux?”, you spat back, taking another step towards him.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re really treading on thin fucking ice.”, he growled in a low voice, taking one final step towards you.

You were standing close enough that you could feel the heat emanating off of him. You refused to back down, keeping your arms crossed.

“Fine, Peña. Show me. Prove me wrong.”, you challenged him.

“Jesus... sweetheart, you’re a real pain in my fucking ass!”, he growled.

“This pain in your ass is making sure you look presentable tomorrow night, asshole!”, you spat back, dropping your hands to your side and clenching your fists. “Go on. Put it on.”

“Knock it off, sweetheart.”, he warned, glaring at you.

“Or what?”, you challenged, your lips curling in a sneer.

Javier’s eyes narrowed at you. Despite how enraged he was at your insubordination he couldn’t help but look you over: your heaving chest, your pouted lips in a frown, your adorable scowl. Fuck.

You saw his eyes shift over you and you shook your head and laughed, enraging him. You saw the vein in his neck twitch as he clenched his fists.

“Peña, you’re one meal away from popping out of that shirt.”, you sneered with a grin, poking his belly.

“Sweetheart…”, he growled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, your faces inches apart.

Before you can respond, there’s a knock at his door.

“This isn’t over, Sweetheart.”, he hissed as you scowl at him before leaving his office.

The rest of the day goes on with you both casting glances at one another’s direction. Javier occasionally looks at the garment bag you left on the back of the chair, debating whether it would be worth it to prove you wrong.

Finally, after going back and forth in his mind, he sighs and shuts his office door. He grabbed the garment bag and pulled out the jacket, putting it on. Sure, the arms feel a bit tight, as do the shoulders, but it’s nothing too bad. He smiles to himself as he pulls the rest of the tux out.

You sat at your desk, working quietly when you heard his office door close. You didn’t think much of it being more than a private phone call until you looked at your switchboard. His line was open; he wasn’t on a call. Javier was not one to close his door unless he had a reason to; you’d told him his mood was enough of a closed door to keep people out and he laughed, agreeing with your observation.

You thought better than to interrupt him and went back to work. Twenty minutes later, you got a page on your intercom.

“Yes, Agent Peña?”

“Get in my office. Now.”, he barked over the intercom.

You felt your mouth go dry, and the other people in the vicinity looked nervously away from you. You hesitated and cleared the documents from your desk.

You heard him bark “FUCK!” through the walls of the office, then his voice roared over the speaker again. “Get in my fucking office!”

You turned off the intercom and grabbed a bag of candy from your desk drawer – just in case – and headed to his office.

You knocked quietly at the door before you let yourself in. You saw the tux on the floor in front of his desk and Javier sitting with a face like a thunderclap behind his desk in his chair. His clothes looked like he’d thrown them on quickly, with his dress shirt being unbuttoned to show his white undershirt and tie open around his shoulders. 

“So… should I ask what happened?”, you questioned with a slight nervous tone at his dangerous-looking mood.

“Just… goddammit… fuck!”, he barked as he stood up. “Where the fuck is the candy?!”

“Oh my god, Peña!”, you yelled exasperated, whipping a hard candy from the bag in your hand at him. It hit him in the chest and bounced down to his desk.

“Did you just throw that at me?!”, he roared, suddenly seeming a lot more aggressive and intimidating than he’d ever been.

Your eyes went wide, realizing that you literally hucked a piece of candy at your boss.

“Shit…”, you murmured to yourself.

“Agent Peña, I…”, you started to apologize but his attitude made you rethink it, snapping at him, “Yes! Yes, I did throw candy at you!”

You both stare at each other again, and he looks like he’s going to fly into a rage at any moment.

“Jesus, you’re a fucking brat.”, he growled.

Looking at him indignantly, figuring you were already going to receive a demerit or worse, be fired. “No more than you are, you fucking asshole!”, you laughed nastily, sitting in one of the armchairs across from him.

His eyes raged like wildfire as he stared down at you sitting casually on the other side of the desk.

“Watch. Your. Mouth.”, he growled, pointing at you.

“No, you watch it, Peña.”, you smirked, enjoying this more than you should.

He stomped around the desk and stood in front of you. His stomach pulling his undershirt taut enough to see the indentation of his belly button in the stretched fabric. God, what you wouldn’t give to run your hands over it...

“You’re really trying my last fucking nerve, sweetheart.”, he said in a low, menacing growl.

“I think you’re just hungry, Peña…”, you cooed mockingly with a curled lip, deciding to go for broke. “You should eat something. Really make sure you don’t fit into that tux.”

“You’re so fucking mouthy…”, he growled again.

As much as he wanted to deny it, when you looked at him like that, it set his chest on fire and made his dick hard. It reminded him of the stress relieving properties of casual sex and made him imagine what he would do to get you whimper and cry out his name. All this because his tux didn’t fit, and he really wanted a fucking cigarette… and he really wanted you.

“So what? You know I’m right. You been eating real well, haven’t you, Peña. Too well even…”, you purred in response, looking at his belly with a raised brow. His glare grew darker.

You unwrapped one of the candies from the bag. “Here, have your candy.”, you cooed, holding it out to him.

He paused as he scowled at you, refusing to allow you the upper hand. He leaned forward, putting his hands to the arms of the chair, his face was dangerously close to yours. You could smell the fruit punch Lifesavers on his breath and your heartbeat in your throat, your cunt clenched.

“I’m not going to tell you again, sweetheart.”, he said in a low, dangerous voice. “Watch your mouth.”

You looked up at him through your lashes. “Or what?”, you breathed out, voice shaky.

He tightened his mouth and narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m gonna have to do something about that attitude of yours.”

You sucked in a breath, trying to retain your composure. You didn’t want him knowing he could have this kind of control over you, and you growled back, “Fuck you, Peña … you fat, fucking – “

He yanked you out of your chair and pushed you face down on his desk. You let out a yelp as one of his hands held you down at the base of your neck and the other hiked up your skirt around your waist.

You let out a moan, “Peña… Peña!”

“So fucking tired of you… parading this tight little body around the office… you’re a fucking tease… a mouthy, fucking tease… just begging to be fucked…”, he snarled as his fingers deftly pushing your soaked panties to the side and ran a finger through your folds.

“Oh… oh fuck you, Peña!”

He leaned forward and huskily snarled in your ear as he ripped his tie off his shoulders and shoved it in your mouth, then Javier grabbed your knee and lifted it onto his desk, opening you up further to him.

“You call me Javi when I’m gonna fuck you, sweetheart.”

He plunged a finger into you then quickly added another, thumb pressing your clit. The expertise of his fingers, the only sounds in the room were your cries muffled by the silk tie and the vulgar, wet sounds he was pulling out of your sopping cunt.

“That’s right, sweetheart… that shut your smart mouth up… you’re so fucking wet… Jesus, baby… that’s it… pussy’s been begging for me… so fucking tight… so fucking needy… listen to yourself… fucking pathetic that all I had to do was bend you over my desk and finger fuck you… and you finally shut up… finally do what I say… and not give me so much fucking grief… maybe I shouldn’t let you come…”.

You were close, but the spell was broken when he removed his fingers and hissed a cruel laugh, and you were furious. Catching him off guard, you pushed your body up and turned quickly, shoving him back. He fell into the armchair with a grunt.

“What the fuck?!”, he roared, moving to try and get up.

You brought your heeled foot to his chest and shoved him back down, ripping the tie from your mouth and throwing it on the desk.

“Sit, Peña.”, your voice low and commanding.

He let out a shaky breath and a low groan. The look he gave you was feral and challenging, and as he raised his hand to hold your ankle as if to test how much in control you really were.

“Sweetheart,”, he crooned dangerously, sitting forward and pushing against your foot. “You call me Javi when I – “

“Fuck you, Peña…”, you snapped, pushing him back once more with your foot.

He let out a dark laugh, and you dragged your heeled foot down his front, over his belly, to sit on the chair right in front of his sizable bulge in his dress pants. You nudged your foot forward gently, and Javier let out a breathy grunt and eye briefly fluttered. You raised an eyebrow and put your foot against his belly and pushed in slightly.

“Fucking cuck…”, you sneered. “Getting soft and round, Peña. Gonna keep you fat and docile… gonna - ”

He glared darkly at you and huffed out a grunt, grabbing your ankle harshly and shoving it away, causing you to fall backward against his desk, and he stood up.

Towering over you, he grabbed your thigh and hoisted you to sit on his desk, then moved a hand to the back of your neck, gripping your hair. His eyes looked black as his face came close to yours.

“I’m your fucking boss… I tell you what to do… don’t ever forget that, sweetheart.”, he growled through gritted teeth before he pushed his mouth on yours in a punishing kiss.

You grabbed his shoulders and matched his ferocity. Teeth, tongues, messy, feral, wet.

Both of you began to melt into each other’s mouths, your rage slipping into passion, into need. You grabbed at one another, not getting enough out of it, needing more connection. Bringing your hand down between your bodies, palming his belly. Feeling the softness covering the firm weight he was carrying around made you moan into his mouth as he sucked in a breath. Your hand moved further down and gripped his crotch.

Your closed eyes felt like they were going to roll back in your head with what you felt in your hand: heavy, thick, and hard, his cock felt divine. He grunted and pulled back and both of you were breathing heavily. You opened your eyes, and his face was still feral, but his eyes were softer.

“Peña…”, you moaned. “Fuck me…”

He let out a shaky chuckle and moved a to open your blouse buttons with one hand, then palmed your lace-clad tit.

“You know your manners… ask me again nicely… come on, sweetheart… not Peña, baby… you beg Javi to fuck you… beg me…”, he grunted as he rutted against your hand and slipped his hand under your lacy bra, teasing your nipple.

“Oh, fuck… Peña… Javi… please… please…fuck me, Javi… please… need – fuck! – need you… please fuck me…”

Pulling his hand out, he stood back and hoisted you back onto the desk.

“So needy… so fucking good when you remember your place, sweetheart…”, he purred.

You reached out and slid your hands down, lifting his belly slightly to unbuckle his belt and then his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. When his cock sprung free, hitting the underside of his stomach, you let out a small whimper.

“You gonna be quiet, sweetheart?... or you gonna run your mouth while I fuck you?... huh?... or will I be too much for your pretty pussy to handle?”, he grunted as you spat in your hand and began to stroke him. “Do I have to stuff your fucking mouth again?”

You were about to talk back, but his raised eyebrow with his hand fisting his cock was enough to leave you just shaking your head.

“Good girl.”

He kissed you roughly, pulling your hand off him. He pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the head of his cock through your folds. You panted a whimper, and he began to push into you. You cried out and his hand went over your mouth.

“I know, I know… you can take it, sweetheart… come on, baby… take it all… fuck… relax, sweetheart… so fucking tight… oh jesus… take it… take it… oh baby girl… yeah, honey… that’s it…”

When he was fully seated in you, he panted and grunted, trying to compose himself. You held onto his shoulders while he gripped your hips. Javier began to rock into you, slowly at first, then picked up speed. You cried out and his eyes watched out from under heavy lids as his mouth curled into a lupine sneer.

“Tell me, sweetheart… tell me… how bad you needed this… tell me… fuck… I needed you so fucking bad… always looking so good… so pretty… god… wanted you so bad… needed you, sweetheart…”

“Javi… the first time you – oh fuck! –  first time you called me sweetheart… I was fucked… I was yours… oh god, Javi!... keep going – fuck oh fuck! – right there…yes… yes…oh god… yes…… oh god… pl-please… J-Javi… need… fuck… so full…”

“Sweetheart… baby… wh-where do you want me?”

“On the pill… come in me… Javi… fucking come in me.”

He kissed you hard and your orgasm came crashing down hard. The grip your cunt had on him made him feel like you were choking his cock, and he threw his head back and let out a strangled grunt, chasing his own release.

He groaned and his thrusts became more sporadic. He came with a few husky grunts, and you fell back on the desk, Javier on top, both of you panting. His weight was pressing you down hard, your combined release was slipping out onto his desk and to the tuxedo on the floor.

“Peña…”, you panted after a few moments. “Peña… need you to get up.”

He huffed a laugh and moved off you with a groan.

He helped you up, and you both began to fix your clothing. Javier flopped into his desk chair and popped a candy into his mouth. You put his errant tuxedo back into the garment bag.

“Peña,”, you smiled. He looked up at you, his eyes warm in his post-coital haze.

You dropped the garment bag over the armchair and walked around his desk. He turned his chair to look at you and you sat sidesaddle on his lap. His hand came up to your waist.

“About the tux…”

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your decolletage. “I know… I know, sweetheart.”

You nodded and leaned into him, running your hands over his belly with your head on his shoulder.

“I mean, I can’t wear a cum-stained tuxedo to this gala…”

“Jesus, Peña! No you can’t wear a tux that doesn’t fit you!”

You pushed on his belly, and he laughed out loud.

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I'll protect you... (bc you're mine) JavierPeñaxchubby!f!reader

OMG. I can't believe I managed to write this. It's almost past midnight (in my country) but I had to finish this. Inspired by a wonderful oneshot DESERVE IT  by @creedslove​ I wrote something similar.

It wasn't supposed to be smute but I blame it on you @creedslove​ (You are wonderful and thank you for helping and listening to me)

So chubby!reader accidentally had a date with Escobar's man. While talking to her boss and agents, one of the CIA agents insults her. Javier comes to her defense. She thinks Javi is only doing it out of pity, but... Hmmm... Read this ;)

Warnings: +18, NSFW, angst, fluff, some swearing, derogatory comments about a woman's appearance, mild anxiety, oral sex, dirty smut, possesive dark!Javier (but just a little bit) implied unprotected p in v

*

When you entered the embassy in the morning, you were in an excellent mood. You had a great date the day before. At the bar you met a nice Colombian who bought you a drink. You danced with him a few times and he promised you that you would see each other again soon. However, your good mood was quickly ruined when your boss summoned you to a meeting in his office.

You didn't know what you did wrong. You were an ordinary administrative worker and you did your job very conscientiously. Your mouth went dry as you walked into your boss's office. There were two CIA agents there, but there was also Javier Peña. He was leaning against the desk in his skinny jeans and navy blue shirt. Oh god, that man was so hot. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. The truth was, you were crazy about him. Every time you brought him some papers to sign, you got butterflies in your stomach. At the same time, you felt that you had no chance with him. You knew his reputation. Besides, you didn't think Javier was attracted to women of your type.

Sure, you were beautiful. But you knew you had more pounds than other women. You weren't tall or thin.

"Y/N we need to talk."

Your boss's stern voice snapped you back to reality. What have you done wrong? You mixed up the documents? Maybe you gave something that belonged to the DEA to the CIA. Or vice versa.

"What happened?" you asked with a slightly trembling voice.

CIA agent Josh showed you a photo of you and Leonardo outside the bar.

"So what, are you dating Escobar's sicario?!"

"What?!"

You felt weak and your heart was beating like crazy.

"This man works for Pablo Escobar."

You heard Javier's voice. Unlike Josh, he spoke calmly to you. And you were really grateful to him for that.

"I... I really didn't know." You looked at your boss. "I swear... I met him a few days ago at the store... He was kind and helped me get something from the top shelf" You heard Josh snort and felt even worse. "Yesterday... He recognized me, he bought me a drink... That's it..."

"Did you tell him you work at the embassy?" asked Adam, the other CIA agent.

You shook your head in "no".

Josh slammed his hand on the desk and you jumped. You didn't even notice that Javier was standing right next to you.

"Then he must have known that. Otherwise why would he be hitting on you. Look at you?! What other reason would he have?"

Tears stung your eyes and you couldn't say anything. Fortunately, you didn't have to.

"Hey! Aren't you exaggerating?"

You heard Javier and looked at him surprised. He looked really pissed off.

"Is it so strange that he approached a pretty woman? I don't blame him."

"You go for everything, Peña." Josh barked back.

"And you, you're blind and stupid! And you're waving your little dick..."

"Gentlemen! Enough!" Your boss's scream interrupted the argument. "You're acting like children." His gaze fell on you. "Y/N you can go for now. If there's any doubt I'll call you back."

 You almost ran out of the office. You had to hide. You weren't able to sit down at your desk and work normally after all that. Of course, you chose the women's restroom as your hiding place. You locked yourself in the cabin and let the tears run down your cheeks.

You knew what your body looked like and for years you learned to accept it. You were on the right track, but... One asshole ruined everything. You heard a knock and screamed

"Occupied."

"Everything's all right?"

You couldn't believe whose voice you were hearing. You quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks even though Javier couldn't see you anyway.

"This is the women's restroom, agent Peña"

You heard a soft sigh on the other side, and though you couldn't see him, you had the impression that he leaned against the door.

"Josh is an asshole, but he's right about one thing... That sicario might know you work here. You need to be careful Y/N. Don't go to that bar again."

"Ok." you whined. "Can you leave me now?"

"Yeah, but... You just know where to find me. And... There's no point in crying over a dick like Josh."

You didn't answer, and Javier stood outside the door for a few more minutes. You finally heard him leave and breathed a sigh of relief. You didn't want his sympathy, but also... He seemed so nice and sincere that you felt a little better.

*

You couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. Josh's words came back to you like a nightmare. You couldn't even eat anything. Because of all this, you didn't make it with the documents and stayed overtime.

When you left the embassy in the evening you saw Javier leaning against the car. He looked like he was waiting for someone. As soon as he saw you, he threw out his cigarette and quickly made his way towards you.

"I'll give you a lift." - he said.

You were really surprised by his behavior.

"I'll be fine." You replied a bit coldly.

"Y/N, this really isn't a good idea. Personally, I wanted you to get protection."

You snorted and said:

"From whom? Leonardo? Josh? Or you?"

You didn't want to be mean to him. But you were tired and sure that Javier just felt sorry for you.

"Hey, I really just want to help you."

"But I don't need it. I don't need your sympathy!" You groaned and just walked past him.

 But you soon regretted it. The streets seemed strangely quiet and somehow darker. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you passed the alcoves. Colombia was a dangerous country. People were kidnapped straight from the streets... Sometimes even during the day. You saw a group of young men in the distance and you thought Leonardo was among them. You stood still and started shaking.

What if everyone was right? He knew you worked at the embassy and wanted to get information out of you? Paranoid thoughts ran like crazy through your head. You decided to run towards the embassy. But when you turned sharply, you hit in a solid body. You screamed as you felt a grip on your shoulder.

"Y/N, relax, it's me, Javi!"

You opened your eyes and instinctively grabbed his leather jacket.

"What is wrong?" he asked, his hand going immediately to the gun.

You glanced behind you at the group of young men and realized that most of them were kids. "I thought I saw Leonardo." you whispered.

Javier sighed and pulled you closer. He put his arm around you protectively.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry. But will you at least let me protect you now?"

You nodded your head and snuggled closer to him. You were really scared, and his body felt like a safe place. He slowly started to lead you towards where he left his car.

 "Did you follow me?" you asked after a moment.

"Well... I was more like protecting you. I wanted to make sure you got home safely. And to tell you that I didn't stand up for you because I felt sorry for you. I did it because I thought you were an attractive, hot woman."

 You were in shock. You felt your cheeks burn. As if that wasn't enough, Javier's hand gripped your hip tighter.

 "And I would do anything to prove it to you."

"Everything?" it slipped from your mouth.

Javi stopped, looked down at you and licked his lips.

"Everything, mi dulce"

He cupped your chin with his hand and then bent down and kissed you deeply. For only a split second, you thought you should push him away. But he was so sweet. When he pulled away from you, he shoved his knee between your legs, and you looked around nervously. You were still on the street. It was empty, but you were still worried.

"I want you to ride me." he whispered close to your ear. "I want to eat you, bite you and lick you. I want your whole body."

"Javi" you groaned.

His words and the pressure of his leg made you wet. You clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you from drowning.

"Come on, baby. Say you want it too. I'll obey your every command."

"I want...I want you to take me to your place."

You didn't need to say any more. He hugged you again and began to lead you quickly to the car. Like a real gentleman he opened the door for you and waited for you to sit down. Who would have expected that from Javier? As he took the driver's seat, you could see he was already half hard. You also couldn't wait. As if that wasn't enough, he grabbed your thigh with his free hand and began to travel up your leg.

You felt a little anxious. Now that you're in his car... with hot Agent Peña. You started thinking too much. He's had so many women before you. What if you fail him? You didn't even realize you were so nervous until he spoke up.

"If you've changed your mind, no problem. I'll drive you home." His voice was so gentle it was hard to believe.

"I... It's nothing."

 You looked down at his hand. Your skirt was pulled up and exposed your plump thigh. As if reading your mind, Javier began to gently stroke your leg and said:

"There's no reason why you should have a complex"

Then he took your hand and placed it on his bulging crotch.

"If you don't believe me, at least believe my dick. He doesn't lie."

 You couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Javiert smiled smugly when he saw that he had made you feel better.

"As soon as you're in my bed, I'll make all those bad thoughts disappear from your mind, hermosa."

 At his words, you felt yourself warming up again. When you finally arrived, Javi clung to your back. He hurriedly opened the door and began to undress. He threw aside his jacket and shirt. He took off his shoes then sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap. He started to run his hands under your shirt. He squeezed your breasts and covered your neck with kisses. He grabbed your shirt and looked at you with his brown eyes.

"Can we get rid of this?" he asked gently.

You nodded and he took off your bra as well. You saw how his eyes sparkled with delight when he saw your naked breasts.

"You're so delicious, baby. I don't know where to begin."

He started licking and kissing your breasts as you writhed on his lap. He teased your nipples, pinched them and bit them gently with his teeth. You grabbed his hair and started moaning. He pulled away from you and hooked his thumbs up the waistband of your skirt.

"Can we move on?"

"Yes!"

He laughed at your reaction.

"So impatient. Relax, I'll give you everything."

 You got up from his lap and he helped you get rid of the rest of your clothes. You felt so exposed for a moment, but the way he was looking at you... Oh god. He looked like a hungry animal. He ran his hands over your body in awe. He grabbed your hips and pulled you to him. He kissed you deeply and then switched places with you. You sat down on the couch and he knelt in front of you. He placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs apart.

"So pretty." he said to himself and started kissing your thighs.

 After a while you felt his warm breath on your pussy. You threw your head back as his tongue began to curl around your clit. You grabbed Javier's head. You didn't know if you wanted to push him away or hold him. You've never felt like this before. His mustache tickled your sensitive labia, stimulating you even more. You started to squirm, but his strong hands gripped your thighs. His fingers dug into your skin. You knew he'd leave bruises all over you, and you had no problem with that. You felt yourself leaking as his tongue began to dig inside of you.

"Javi... I..."

"Yes, cum for me. Feed me."

You groaned deeply as the shock ran through you. Your legs were shaking and Javi continued to lick you as you slowly came out of your orgasm. As you tried to catch your breath, he rested his head on your thigh and looked at you like a puppy. Your juices were running down his chin and he looked so pleased you almost forgot he was still wearing his pants.

"Javier?"

"Hmm, cariño?"

"You said I'd get anything I want."

He smiled and nodded.

"What do you want, princesa?"

"I wanna ride you."

His eyes turned almost black with desire. He immediately got up and extended his hand to you. Seeing the question in your eyes, he said:

"I don't think you want to do it here. The bed will be more comfortable."

You nodded your head and grabbed his hand. As he led you to the bedroom, he immediately took off his pants and his penis popped out and stood proudly. Droplets of pre-cum glistened at the tip. He was wonderful and you were not surprised that women were so eager to return to his bed.

"Do you like what you see?"

You nodded and he walked over to you and gripped your hips tightly.

"And you know what I like? Your body marked with my marks so every fucking sicario knows you're mine."

You shivered hearing his possessive voice. You screamed as Javier bit your arm.

"If any more of Escobar's men come near you, they'll find his body dumped in a ditch with a bullet in his head. From now on, I'll protect you because you're mine."

His words made your pussy clench around the emptiness.

"Javi please..."

"Say it!"

"I'm yours."

"Yes, you are mine. And I am yours. And now you will get what you want."

He pulled you onto the bed. He lay down on his back. You sat on top of him and he placed his hands on your lap. He bit his bottom lip and kept his eyes on you. You slid your fingers into your pussy, collecting the moisture and then smearing it on his cock. He gasped and moved his hips. You felt you had complete power over him, but you didn't want to tease him. You were so on fire that you needed him inside you. You got up and grabbed his cock in your hand. You were slowly going down. You moaned as it filled you up. You placed your hands on his chest to gain some leverage and started riding him. His moans mingled with yours. Javier's hands were squeezing your breasts and you felt yourself getting closer to your second orgasm of the evening.

"I'm close..." you groaned.

"Yes, yes honey... I'll be right behind you."

You threw your head back as the electricity from your pussy shot through your entire body. Javier got up and wrapped his arms around your body digging into your pussy. You clenched around his cock and he let out a growl and felt his cum fill you. You fell on the bed together.

After a few minutes, Javier sat down and reached for a cigarette. As he smoked, you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. His hand was stroking your hair and he was right about the bad thoughts. He threw them all away. You forgot Leonardo, Josh... Everything. Javier was the only thing on your mind. You felt sleepy. Javier covered you with a blanket and whispered:

"Sleep, mi amor. Tomorrow I'll drive you to work and make sure no one hurts you."

"Thank you Javi." you whispered.

The last thing you felt before falling asleep was a gentle kiss on your head.

*

A few days later, you heard an amazing rumor. You immediately ran to Javier. He was just making coffee. When he saw you, he smiled widely.

"Princessa"

"Javi, do you know what happened?" Without waiting for his response, you added "Apparently someone called Josh's wife and told her about his hooker trips. Do you know anything about that?"

"I?" Javi looked awfully proud of himself. "Who could have done this? Some really bad man."

He walked over to you and grabbed your ass with one hand, squeezing tightly. You jumped slightly.

"Javi" you hissed. "Not here"

Not caring about your words at all, he whispered directly into your ear:

"Mine."

*

Next part: Part 2  (but be warned, Javier will turn into a toxic asshole who will control the reader)

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Whole by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

Popular by @harryleatherfit Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

Where Were You on Outbreak Day? by @theywhowriteandknowthings Joel Miller x F!Reader

The Pilot & His Girl by @avastrasposts Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Seven Minutes in Heaven by @tieronecrush Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

relief by @pedropascalsx Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Precious Possessions by @exquisiteserotonin Dave York x F!Reader

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings Joel Miller x F!Reader

Pause by @talaok Javier Pena x F!Reader

Night Walks Series by @toxicanonymity Joel Miller x F!Reader

Haunted by @theywhowriteandknowthings Joel Miller x F!Reader x Tommy Miller

Shore Leave by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x F!Reader

Another Chubby Subby Joel Imagine by @neverwheremoonchild Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rendezvous in Reno by @theywhowriteandknowthings Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

But Baby It's Art by @magpiepills Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Your Summer Dream by @swiftispunk Joel Miller x F!Reader

All Over You by @theywhowriteandknowthings Javier Pena x F!Reader

Blood Money by @theywhowriteandknowthings Dave York x Max Phillips x F!Reader

Odd Couple by @idolatrybarbie Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Hurts So Good by @theywhowriteandknowthings Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Taungsdays, Am I Right? by @theywhowriteandknowthings Din Djarin x F!Reader

It's Too Early For This... by @trulybetty Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

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Mystery Strain by @rebel-held Dieter Bravo & GN!Reader

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The Princess & the Duke by @theywhowriteandknowthings Dave York x F!Reader

Worth the Weight by @gwendibleywrites Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Slasher Joel by @toxicanonymity Joel Miller x F!Reader

Send in the Clown by @covetyou Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Catch Me If You Can by @theywhowriteandknowthings Din Djarin x F!Reader

Table for Two by @hellishjoel Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

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Beefro proudly presents:

a Chubby!Peña one shot

Javier Peña & his Sweetheart: Ringin' in the New Year

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader (Sweetheart!)

Summary: After a dry spell and a communication breakdown, the new year sheds light on new plans. Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI) Word Count: 2,976 Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, fingering (f receiving), p in the v - unwrapped, breeding kink, drunkenness Author's Notes: I know that this was not on the list of anticipated fics, but let's all embrace this beef's spontaneous fic writing. Bless @gasolinerainbowpuddles for their inspo. Bless @neverwheremoonchild for egging me on (I started this fic drunk a few weeks ago), thank you to @toxicanonymity for their Chubby!Peña love. And thanks be to @umnitsa & @softpascalito for their ra-rasis-boom-bah's! Final draft not beta'd, so enjoy my typos. TA DA!

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You were thankful that your period had arrived, and it was just the flu that was making you nauseous. Letting your boss fuck you bare back in his office seemed like a good idea at the time until you were faced with pregnancy symptoms. You didn’t dare tell Javier that you were worried, not wanting to involve him unless it was absolutely necessary, and since you weren’t pregnant, he didn’t need to know.  

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It had been several months from the time when he had you in his office, and since then, the furthest you’d gone was either getting on your knees for him or having your legs flung over his shoulders. He didn’t push because you were so willing to ply him with a blow job and a bag of hard candies, but you could tell he was aching to get back into you.  

But you were nervous. Even if it wasn’t a real pregnancy, the thought alone had you shying away from moving past his mouth and fingers. How would it look if you got pregnant with your boss’s baby? And not just your boss, but Javier Peña? There was that fear, but the bigger one was how he would feel about it; he just didn’t seem like the ‘settling down’ type. And you also worried that he was using you for stress relief, which you were fine with, but when the Peña that grouchily lorded over the office turned into the smooth, romantic Javi with his face between your legs, you couldn’t help but fall hard for him. 

You decided to make sure this scare would just stay that, and you asked your doctor for a birth control prescription.  

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December was an excruciatingly busy month, and the heads of the Embassy were throwing a large New Year’s Eve gala for all the American agencies in Bogota. It was being held at the Embassy, and you’d been given the task by the ladies in the office to get Javier a new tuxedo – clearly, they knew how stubborn he was the last time he needed formal wear and saw how his eating habits had affected his waistline, further filling him out. You walked into his office, carrying a new tuxedo in a garment bag over your shoulder, and shut the door behind you. 

“Peña, I have your new tux for the New Years do.”, you said casually, laying the bag over the back of one of the armchairs in front of his desk, while looking at your notebook in you other hand. 

“You gonna let me fuck you, Sweetheart?” 

“What? Not now… I have a lot of work t – “ 

“No, not now.”, he said, almost sounding irritated, which was normal for him, as he stood up from behind his desk. “But are you ever going to let me fuck you again?” 

You looked up from your notebook as he walked around his desk, his hands in his pockets, then looked down at you. His belly protruded more these days, as well as out the sides, and it did even more today after the lunch that he’d had with one of the other agency heads. While his tone was firm, and even slightly harsh, his eyes were soft and pleading. He gently raised his hand and moved an errant hair from your face, and he let out a sigh. 

“Peña…” 

“It’s Javi, baby… it’s just us in here.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, and you knew he knew what he was doing. You knew he was testing you, trying to tease out either a chance to get you impaled on his dick or at least an explanation as to why you’d been dodging his advancing and settling for oral.  

“Peña.”, you warned, not wanting to fall into that predicament or conversation just yet. “I have your tux for tonight. Please try it on and make sure it fits.” 

You saw the flash of frustration and hurt in his eyes as his jaw tightened, dropping his hand back to his side, his voice terse and curt. 

“Okay then, Sweetheart. I’ll see you tonight.” 

And with that, you saw yourself out of his office. 

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That evening, you’d opted to wear an off the shoulder, red cocktail dress, and now that you were in the cab on the way to the gala, you wondered if you’d over done it with your outfit, hair and makeup. That feeling stayed with you as you walked up the steps to the Embassy, through the doors and into the Gala itself. The heads that turned to watch you didn’t help, so to the bar you went to give yourself some courage, comfort, or both, grabbing and downing a glass of champaign on the way there.  

After your second glass of champaign and an amaretto sour with another on the way, you felt pretty loose and nothing short of a shootout could have shaken you as you hid in a quiet corner around the bar. At least, you felt that way until a hand touched your waist and an all too familiar presence filled your senses, and his warm, whiskey-laden breath washed over your neck. 

“Sweetheart, you better slow down.”, Javier said harshly into your ear.  

Normally, you would have jumped away from contact like that in public but being that almost everyone in attendance was at roughly the same level of intoxication and you were in a fairly private part of the room, you didn’t move from him. 

You shook the nerves from your body, feeling emboldened by the alcohol in your system, and turned to face him. Looking Javier's face over, you gave him a lazy smile while wavering on your feet, and in response, he forced a smile back and held your arm firmly to keep you upright.  

“Hi.”, you grinned up at him.  

“Hi.”, he responded curtly.  

You sucked in a breath and placed your hands on his chest, letting one slide down over the side curve of his belly.  

“You look nice tonight.” 

His jaw clenched and he rolled his eyes at you, then huffed out a sigh. 

“So do you.” His tone remained harsh as his eyes met yours again. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” 

You rolled your eyes and tried to pull away, but his hand was replaced with his arm as he held you firmly against him. Javier kept his intense and irritated gaze on you, and you felt uneasy under it. 

“What the fuck is going on with you?”, he hissed.  

Before you could stop yourself, the alcohol had you blurt out what had been eating away at you for the last few months in an embarrassing, rambling confession. “I thought I was pregnant but it was the flu and I didn’t think you wanted me to get pregnant, so I didn’t want you to fuck me just in case, but it’s okay now because I got birth control but then it became awkward and I didn’t know how to tell you because I don’t know what you want beyond just fucking me.” 

His firm, harsh glare gave way to a blank expression. He didn’t say anything, and you could feel your face heating up when you realized what you’d just said. He’d hoped you didn’t notice the way his breath hitched because of his cock twitching at the thought of you being pregnant. 

“Fuck, Peña… I’m sorry… Just forget I said anything and lets just get really drunk, and – “ 

“You thought you were pregnant?” The way his eyes searched yours and the way his voice dropped to a quiet hiss was not the response you were expecting.  

“I had the flu, and my period was late and I - ” 

“Okay... but what do you mean you don't know what I want beyond me fucking you?” 

“What?” 

“You think that’s all I want from you? Just to fuck you?” 

Javier’s tone remained in a harsh whisper as he held you under his stern glare, but there was something else in his eyes. You didn’t know what it was, but it seemed to be growing as he stared you down. Your mouth opened and you hoped your brain would catch up and you could respond with something insightful or enlightening, but instead you froze. 

“What?” 

Your response made him let you go, and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed, muttering to himself in Spanish. His hand went to his waist as the other pointed at you in a scolding manner as he continued to whisper harshly. 

“You really think I would risk my job – and yours, for that matter – just to fuck you? You’re not that stupid!” 

You narrowed your eyes and met his tone straight on.  

“Well, what else was I supposed to think? You're either wanting me to suck you off or organize your day! Oh, and feed you an endless supply of candy! What else am I supposed to take from that?” 

His mouth tightened and he huffed out, eyes wide in irritation.  

“What the hell are you talking about? You do way more than that for me!” 

“Yeah! And what about it?” 

“What?!” 

“What about it, Peña? How the hell am I supposed to know what else you want from me?” 

You both stood, glaring at one another accusingly.  

You huffed, alcohol encouraging you to say what you didn’t want to admit out loud. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think I was trying to trap you into something that you didn’t want to be in!” 

He let out a flustered cluster of words, not able to finish any of them before the next one came out, desperate to correct all the wrongs he had no idea existed until tonight. But before he could get a coherent response out, one of the other agency heads approached him, pulling Javier out from your private corner, and you watched as he gave you one final glance that said we’re not done before he was whisked away. 

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It was nearing midnight, and you’d spent the majority of the evening nursing drink after drink while making small talk with coworkers as your circulated the room. You’d assumed that Javier was not going to be returning to your conversation until the next time you were in his office, and you’d been officially ditched for the night. Not that you had assumed you would get his attention the whole evening, and you chided yourself for even feeling rejected. Your champagne-buzzed brain had allowed your mind to go into darker places than you would have liked while you waited on the New Year’s arrival. 

Who else was he fucking? What if this was too much of a headache for him? What if he fired you over no longer wanting to fuck because you weren’t useful to him anymore? Was he that big of an asshole? 

You grabbed a full flute of champagne and slammed it back like a shot of tequila. 

“Jesus, Sweetheart!” 

You swung around and met Javier’s eyes, softer and definitely more glazed than before; he looked just as drunk as you did. He took the flute from your hand, placing it on a passing waiter’s tray the grabbed two full ones. 

“S’getting close to midnight. We gotta toast.”, he grinned at you. “An’ we gotta talk.” 

He turned and walked towards the exit of the event room, and you followed as he led you to the hallway and into one of the empty offices. After the glasses were placed on the desk, he turned and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. His breath reeked of cigars and alcohol, but in that moment, you could care less. 

“Peña...”, you whined softly. 

“You know the rules, Sweetheart... when we’re alone, it’s Javi.”, he said softly with a smile.  

“Javi - “  

“That’s better.” 

His lips quickly found yours and your mouths collided messily. Tongues, teeth, spit, and moans made it looks like you were devouring each other. Javier’s hand gripped the hem of your skirt, pulling it up and he shoved his hand between your legs and his face detangled from yours.  

“Know how fucking hard you made me when you said you thought I’d fucked a baby in you?” 

You let out a panting moan as his finger pushed your thoroughly wet thong out of the way and he teased your hole.  

“You know how good your tits’ll look when you’re pregnant?”, he rasped out, arousal heavy in his voice. “You wanna know what I want from you? I want you to give me a fucking family... a home life... domesticate me, Sweetheart.” 

He shoved two fingers into you, forcing a choked whine from your throat. You nodded and gripped his shoulders as he fucked you on his thick digits, his thumb nudging your clit. 

“You do that for me, baby, and I’ll give you everything... I’ll even fucking marry you... just – just lemme fuck you again... lemme fuck that sweet pussy of yours... please, Sweetheart...” 

“Javi!... oh, Javi... yes... please, Javi!”, you screeched, feeling yourself tipping over the edge. 

“Good girl... getting me tethered making you hot, baby?... pinning me down makes this pussy sing, don’t it?... yeah, you gonna let me fuck you into the new year? Yeah? Gonna lemme fuck you into a mama?” 

You came hard and before you could register what was happening, Javier pulled out his fingers and maneuvered you on your back on the floor. He got on his knees between your legs, and you sat up. Both of you panted as you frantically undid his belt and pants, made all the more cumbersome by your intoxication and his belly now hanging over his waistband. Both shoving his pants down, he fumbled with them to get them off as you grabbed his hard, aching cock and gave it a few tugs. 

He groaned as he managed to get his pants around his ankles, and decided that was enough. Javier pushed you onto your back and gripped your hips, pulling your open core to him, and lined his cock up.  

“Please... fuck, I need this... I need you, Javi!” 

He pushed into you and groaned, “You got me, Sweetheart.” 

After months of only taking his fingers and tongue, your body relished in his dick making an intrusive comeback. The sting of him stretching you out was made all the sweeter from the low, guttural moan Javier let out when he was finally seated deep within you. 

His belly tightened as he pulled his hips back and then rammed them forward again, and he set an even pace. 

“Fucking hell... oh fuck... I missed this... missed you... don’t-uh!... don’t even do this to me again... don’t deprive me of your perfect cunt... anything.... anything but that, Sweetheart... please...”, he panted as he rutted into you. 

You moaned and panted his name him, and he shifted, hitching your thigh on his hip. He leaned over, hand planted beside your head and belly pressed into your middle.  

Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, you dug your heel into his lower back, trying to egg on his thrusts.  

“Harder... Javi baby, please, harder!”, you begged, chest heaving. 

He pulled back again and pushed you back onto the floor and shoved your knees into your chest. Javier looked down at you, your pussy open for him and your eyes begging him, and he smiled.  

“So fucking perfect for me... how the fuck did I not let you tame me before?”, he groaned with a grin, pushing his cock back into you and leaning forward. He began a brutal, harsh pace that he put all his weight into – and there was definitely more of him since the last time he fucked you. His cock slammed into you, bruising your cervix and making your eyes roll back into your head.  

“That’s it, Sweetheart... fuck, your sweet little cunt missed me... j-just sucking me – fuck!... sucking me in...”, he grunted. 

From the other room, you could hear the crows counting down. 

10... 

“Fuck... sweetheart.... m’close!” 

9... 

“Javi... don’t stop, baby...” 

8... 

“Oh fuck!” 

7... 

“Right there!... yes!” 

6... 

“Ungh... fuck... yes....” 

5... 

“Keep going... yesyesyesyesyes!” 

4... 

“That’s it... baby, that’s... fuck! Where...?” 

3... 

“Ah-oh fuck!... in me... come in me!” 

2... 

“That’s my girl... fuck... yes... Unghhhh!” 

1...  

Javier collapsed onto you, and you held him. You were both panting heavily and sweating, and you thought how if you were to walk out of this room right now and be seen, no one would have a doubt as to what you’d done in there. And for the first time, whether it was the alcohol or what Javier had said, the thought of being caught didn't scare you. He pressed his face into your neck and sighed, still breathing heavily, and turning your head, you kissed his cheek softly.  

He raised his head and nudged his nose against yours and you both huffed out panting, soft laughs. 

You finally found the courage and asked, “Did you mean it?” 

He nodded, still catching his breath. “Yeah... yes, Sweetheart. I’m y-... you’re mine.” 

Getting up off the floor, you adjusted your panties and dress, then looked at Javier. “Does this mean-” 

“You might have to quit or get reassigned, yeah.”, he interjected with a small frown, sucking in his stomach and doing up his pants. 

“No...”, you grinned, handing him a flute of champagne. “I was going to ask if I should stop taking my birth control pills. I don’t give a shit about my job anymore.” 

He let out a loud laugh and took the glass. “Have it your way then. You’re fired and we’re going house hunting when we’re sober.” 

You smiled and nodded, clinking your glass to his, and said before downing the golden liquid, “Agreed.” 

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I'll stay with you... ( bc I love you) JavierPeñaxchubby!f!reader

A/N: Ok, I know I said this part is the last one...

And theoretically it is. If you chose non-pregnancy options. If you have chosen to be pregnant then this is the last part.

I've been having a rough day lately and I really needed something brighter. And I really believe after season three, Javier has matured and changed, so here it is: Javier as a dad.

Summary: Five years ago, you left Javier at an American airport. You refused to return to Colombia and hide pregnancy from him. Now your daughter is 4.5 years old and unexpectedly bumps into her papi.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, mentions of past trauma, oral sex but just a little.

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Your daughter ran in front of you and jumped merrily. This child had boundless energy.

Guess after who?

Certainly not after you. You were tired of shopping and wanted to go home. But Mirabel begged you to take her out for ice cream.You couldn't resist the brown puppy eyes she inherited from her father.

In fact, she looked a lot like Javier. She had the same hair color, the same chin shape, same cheekbones.

God, she even laughed the same.

Only the nose and mouth she inherited from you.

You loved her. From the first moment you saw her. Not because she was Javier's daughter. Because, she was your child. And it wasn't always easy. Sometimes you missed the help of the other person when you got up in the night, but ... You weren't deceiving yourself. Even if you stayed with Javier, he'd rather go hookers than get up at night to calm down a crying baby. That's why you didn't regret anything. Well, maybe just once. When Mirabel came home from kindergarten and she crying and asked why other children had daddies and she didn't?

She was too young for to tell her the truth. So you said that her papi catches very bad people, very far away and you can't disturb him.

Fortunately, it was enough for her and she was happy again.

*

Javier was walking towards his favorite cafe when his heart stopped. Did he really see you? So many times he thought about finding you. So many times he wanted to tell you that he had changed, that he had dropped everything. Many times. But he always thought you were right to leave him. It took him a while, but he finally realized how badly he treated you. He had no right to hurt you, betray you, order you around. He didn't deserve you. And yet fate has put you in his way again. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. He barely noticed the child running in front of you. He only woke up when he saw the fear in your eyes and heard your scream:

 "Mirabel!"

 He rushed forward to save her.

*

You lost your head when you saw Javier walking towards you. You just stood there forgetting that your daughter was running in front of you. It has practically not changed. He was still damn handsome.

And suddenly a cyclist rode past you at high speed. Like in slow motion you saw him driving straight at your child. You were too far away to save her. Fortunately, Javier showed the reflexes acquired from years of chasing the sicario. He managed to grab the girl in his arms and jump aside.

 Javier smiled at the baby in his arms.

 "Are you all right, Pumpkin?"

 The little one shook her head and laughed, and he had a strange feeling that he knew the sound. By this time you had already run up to them and started to look at her. She was fine. And of course she was laughing. Why not? You placed one hand on Javier's chest and began to breathe heavily. You didn't even notice you were doing it. It was instinct.

 "Y/N are you okay? She's fine, really."

 Mirabel looked at him in surprise.

 "Do you know my mommy?"

 Javier nodded and carefully set the baby down. He was still looking at you worriedly.

 "Y/N, you're pale."

 "I'm fine, Javier."

 Your daughter picked up on his name right away.

 " Jav, will you go out for ice cream with us?"

 You really loved your daughter but sometimes you hated her openness to other people. Javier patted her head and replied:

 "Sure Sweetpea! "

 You didn't know if he agreed because he was curious about meeting you or he really worried about you.

*

Half an hour later, you watched your daughter sitting on the swing eating ice cream. Javier sat next to you on the bench and watched you closely.

 "Thank you for saving her," you finally said when you were sure your voice wouldn't shake.

 "It's okay. I feel it's my fault anyway. If you hadn't seen me, this wouldn't have happened."

 "We don't know that. Fortunately, nothing happened. She didn't even understand how dangerous it was. She'll probably talk about it all as if it was a great adventure."

 Javier really didn't want to be nosy but curiosity was eating him up. He sensed the perfect moment to ask the question that was bothering him. Did you have a husband?

 "I'm sure her dad won't be happy when she tells him what happened today."

 "We live alone" you said without even looking at him.

 "Oh... So her father was an asshole who left you?"

 You almost laughed. Javier obviously hasn't put all the facts together yet.

 "Actually, I left that asshole at the airport. I figured he had more important things to do."

 And then it clicked. Javier looked at Mirabel, then at you, then at the little girl again. Yeah! Age, looks and that laugh!

 "That's mine daughter?"

 You winced at that one specific word.

 "I don't like the word "mine""

 To your surprise, Javier immediately corrected himself.

 "I'm her father?"

 " Yes, Javier, but your part in it was very small. "

 "I guess. You handled everything on your own. In fact, I shouldn't be surprised. You've always been strong."

 You could hear the genuine admiration in his voice and you finally looked at him. He really looked different somehow. Like he hasn't changed. That handsome hot guy was still sitting next to you. Yet he seemed calmer, more composed, and more mature.

 "What happened with you?" you asked.

 "I was chasing the Cali cartel. As usual, I made a few mistakes... People died... And something finally snapped inside me. I retired. I lived with my father for a while and recently moved here. What about you?"

 "I moved closer to my cousin during my pregnancy. She and her parents were very supportive. I moved here two years ago. I found a job, bought a house, and Mirabel went to kindergarten."

 Javier looked at the baby again, and you saw delight fill his eyes.

 "She is wonderful. I would like to get to know her better." He looked at you sadly. "Someday, if you let me..."

 You felt a pang of guilt. There was a time when Javier treated you like a princess. He protected you and cared about you. He didn't deserve such suffering.

 "You can drive us home."

 You've never seen Javier so happy. Of course, like him, your daughter was also in heaven. You weren't even surprised when Mirabel grabbed Javier's hand and dragged him into the house to show him her bunny. You weren't surprised that she was sitting on his lap and enthusiastically telling him how to take care of Thumper. Although the truth was, you were the one taking care of that damn pet.

What really surprised you was Javier's behavior.

You never thought he would be so good with children. He was patient, gentle, and made Mirabel laugh. It was hard to believe that they had only known each other for a few hours. That's why you let him stay and read her a bedtime story. You promised yourself that as soon as Mirabel fell asleep you would tell him to disappear but Javier was standing in the doorway of the children's room and staring at the sleeping child.

 "Javier, can we talk?" you whispered.

 "Please give me five more minutes. I want to remember, what she looks like," he replied quietly and the despair in his voice hitting you.

 "You talk as if you'll never see her again."

 He finally looked at you and sighed heavily.

 "And did I will see? You have power over me, Y/N. If you tell me to leave, I will. I have changed."

 And you changed your mind. You couldn't just tell him to leave. You really saw that he was different. You grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the living room. You sat on the couch together.

"Do you really like that you have a daughter?"

 He nodded his head and smiled slightly.

 "Yes. It's just... I lost so much... Her first smile, first word, first step... First day of kindergarten."

 "You are mad at me?"

 "No. I'm angry but at myself." You looked at him surprised. "I know I was an asshole, Y/N. I used you and treated you like property. I never really asked what you wanted. I took everything because you gave in to me. If I had followed you at the airport then. If I had apologized for cheating... Maybe everything would look different."

 "I don't think so. I think you needed time to mature."

 Javier grabbed your hand.

 "I want to apologize to you so much. Can I stay? If you don't want to..."

 You didn't let him finish. You just jumped on him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt him hug you tightly and you sighed. All these years you wanted to hear that he was sorry.

 "I missed you so much. You were such an asshole." You felt tears roll down your cheek. "And yet I missed you."

 "I'm so sorry, cariño." You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. You had to be sure he was sincere. "You know, I have never called anyone that. I've had other women, but I couldn't say this word without imagining your face."

 Javier gently wiped away your tears.

 "I love you Y/N." Your heart beat harder. "I really love you. I didn't realize it until you left me."

 "Well, I knew I loved you. I loved you even when I left you and... I wanted to stop, but no man could compare to you. They were kind and faithful, but none of them made me feel the way I felt around you. But you have to understand something. If you want to stay, you can never be an asshole again. No more whores, no more possessiveness, no more selfishness."

 "I'm done with all this a long time ago, I swear."

 You nodded your head.

 "Good, because if you hurt me, I'll cut you out of my life forever. But if you hurt our daughter, I'll kill you. I'm not kidding."

 "I know you're serious. Even though I only met her a few hours ago, I'd kill anyone who tried to hurt her."

 You laughed and suddenly you just wanted to kiss him. And you did it. You climbed onto his lap and connected your lips in a passionate kiss. You felt his hands begin to roam your body, but he did it differently. He was less pushy than before. He was cautious, like he still wasn't sure how much you would let him?

His hands gently squeezed your thighs.

 "God, I missed you so much. Your body and everything you gave me. I screwed it all up."

 "You have a chance to fix it"

 You got up and walked towards the bedroom, but Javier didn't move. You narrowed your eyes.

 "Do you need a special invitation?"

 "Are you sure?"

 "Javi , I'm not a little girl. I know what I want. Come on."

 He finally came over to you and cuddled up to your back.

 "And Mirabel? Won't she wake up?"

 "Our daughter has a very heavy sleep."

 He kissed your neck and whispered:

 "I like it when you say it, "our daughter""

*

When you found yourself in bed you were delighted with Javier's gentleness. Maybe you missed it a bit his old heat, but you knew there was still time for that. When his head was between your legs, you felt the old shiver. He didn't disappoint you. Within minutes he had you writhing and moaning. As you slowly came out of your orgasm, he kissed your stomach and ran his hands over your hips. When he finally kissed you lips, you could feel your juices on his tongue. He rested his forehead against yours and asked:

 "You want more?"

 "Are you asking if I want to feel you inside me? Who are you and what have you done with Javier? Yes, I do."

 He laughed and reached for his pants, pulled out his wallet, then found a condom. You raised your eyebrows.

 "I assume you don't want any more kids, just yet," he said.

 "I may never want to have more."

 He nodded and kissed your thigh.

 "It's okay. I'll respect any decision you make."

 You dug your nails into his arms as he sticked into you. You felt wonderful. You've had several men, after him, but none of them knew your body as well as Javier.

 You quickly felt your second orgasm approaching.

 "Javier, I..."

 "Me too honey"

 Later, when you hugged each other and catches breath, you felt really happy. Javier buried his nose in your hair and hugged you tightly.

 "You won't smoke?" you asked.

 "I quit it."

 You kissed his chest. But you had to ask one more question.

 "Will you be here in the morning?"

 "Of course. I'll stay with you because I love you. I'll be here as long as you let me."

 You snuggled closer to him and fell asleep.

*

You woke up in the morning refreshed and happy. Javier wasn't next to you, and when you looked at your watch, you became concerned. Normally, your daughter should be jumping over you, by now. You stand up quickly, and as you left the bedroom, you immediately smelled delicious smells coming from the kitchen. As you got closer, you heard your baby's laugh. You silently stood on the doorstep and your heart melted.

Javier was standing by the stove with Mirabel settled on his hip. The little girl laughed and poured pancake batter into the pan, and he praised her. Although even from a distance you were able to see that pancakes have various shapes and none of them are round.

 "Chef  Mirabel, should I turn the pancake?"

 Your daughter tilted her head slightly. She was clearly a chef and took her position very seriously.

 "Hmm... Yes!"

 You couldn't help it anymore and laughed. This, of course, drew their attention to you. Javier had to be very dexterous not to drop Mirabel when she suddenly turned to you.

 "Mommy, we're making pancakes!"

 "Yes, I see darling."

 You moved closer and kissed her cheek. You wanted to take her in your arms, but she wasn't going to let go of Javier. "As if she knew", you thought. Javier gave you a quick kiss on the lips and focused on not burning the pancake. You pulled back and watched them finish making breakfast. When the last pancake was taken out of the pan, your daughter looked at you and asked:

 " Can Jav stay with us? Will he be my uncle?"

 You bit your lip. Two pairs of brown puppy eyes stared at you with hopefully. You couldn't break their hearts. You made a decision.

 "Actually, Javier is your papi and he will staying with us."

 Your daughter's eyes widened and then she began bouncing happily in Javier's arms.

 " Papi! Papi!" she screamed and covered his face with her little hands. "You don't have to catch bad people anymore?"

 "No," he choked out and hugged her tightly.

 Javier looked so happy, like you just gave him a star from sky. He looked at you gratefully and whispered:

 "Thank you."

 You knew everything would be fine. The love in his eyes made you sure of it.

And maybe even one day, you'll let him say "mine" again. If he says it again as a declaration of love and a promise to never hurt you again.

*

 When I was young, before we begun I never thought we all had someone

I took your breath but you took the rest

I promised you always a place on my chest

 Sometimes the love, the love of your life Can make you feel weak, too tired to fight But I'm trying my best to look in your eyes 'Cause tears never age and years never die, die

 But sometimes the love that you feel is just making it worse When I'm disappointing you, we both end up hurt

 So I left a note on our bathroom mirror If you ever forget that you love me

*Isak Danielson - If You Ever Forget That You Love Me

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I love chubby Frankie but I love Beefro more 🥰

Have been thinking about chubby Javi P and how just cos he's got a belly doesn't mean he can't wear tight pants anymore 😍👀 this is what I picture but a brighter, 70s style dress shirt and WAY tighter dress pants. Thank you for letting me share with the class 🥰🖤

Nevy, you don't know what you've done...

ARE WE READY FOR CHUBBY!PEÑA? BECAUSE I FUCKIN' AM!

BRING ON THE SASSY, PISSY, MOODY PEÑA WITH A BELLY.

Thank you for the visual,@neverwheremoonchild for the inspirational contribution to the THOT TANK- we all owe you a cookie 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

All-I-ever-wanted-all-I-ever-needed-is-here-in-my-arms regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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So………is Javier Peña’s little friend going to accompany him while he goes out and buys a new tux and work clothing cause….he gonna need it soon

To Nonnie, Love Beefro

Oh Nonnie, you have no idea. Peña agrees with his Sweetheart that he needs a new tux - but insists no size change is needed. Worry not… his Sweetheart is equipped with a measuring tape and an equally stubborn attitude to match.

You caught me, Nonnie… Pen in the Company Ink is coming to the Bistro soon.

Trying-hard-to-look-like-Gary-Cooper regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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First, I LOVE YOU BEEFRO 💙💙💙 The peña snippet?? 🥵🥵🥵

Having THOTS about the fact that his pants are already SO TIGHT even when he's skinny. . . Imagine him refusing to buy new ones and you're like "no one's making you wear pants these tight," but he's in denial and so attached to them. As he eats he keeps tugging them lower and lower to accommodate his belly above them. So low in front you don't know how much lower they could go. So low his shirt begins to get untucked and you can see his skin peeking out and maybe he feels a draft on the underside of his belly.

Toxy, you’re a genius

Read a Chubby!Peña One Shot - Javier Peña & his Sweetheart: An HR Nightmare here

Smuttiest-smut-smut-that-ever-did-smut regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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A Message from Beefro

Friendos, if you've contributed a THOT to the THOT TANK that I have yet to respond to, fear not! I see them, I love them, I need them...

But your saucy THOTS may contain precious spoilers/ideas for WIP's + I wish for you to be acknowledged when the fic/PART 3 🤫 drops.

Keep'em coming... for we are not yet sufficiently suffonsified.

Gimme-Gimme-More-Gimme-More regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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