#narcos story

[pascals-doll]

like you mad at me

javìer peña x reader

🫧 lovely gif by @ilovejavierpena ! (took me a min to find the post again 💔)

🫧GO ON STRETCH THAT COOCHIE OUT LIKE U MAD ATTA BITCH 😩 sexyy red been stuck in my head!! based on all those sex scenes in narcos, I KNOW THATMAN FUCK LIKE HE MAD

🫧 pedro pascal speaking spanish ouuuu voy a llorar hasta que se me caigan los ojos

🫧 spanish keywords for my non-spanish speakers

-mirame: look at me

- lo adoro: i adore it

- bebesita/cielto: heaven/baby

- gatita tan linda: such a pretty kitty

-dentro de/ de que hablas: inside of / what are u talking about

🫧 description: literally just smut, slutty smut, angry sex, dom!javier, husband!javier, sub!reader, rough sex, backshots!, unprotected p in v sex, hair pulling, face grabbing, mentions of spanking kink, reader speaks spanish, mentions of putting a baby in reader at the end!, little bit of breathe play (if u squint frfr), javier is stressed and angry, no use of y/n, use of pet names (cielito, bebesita, good girl) javi just desverves good pussy

you knew being a DEA agent was not a very easy job, especially with the rise of colombian drug dealers.

he needed to come home to blow off some steam, it was just human.

in fact, you even encouraged your husband of an idea you’ve had in mind.

one night you knew your beloved husband, Javíer came home because the slamming of your front door rung through your shared home.

you knew it must’ve not been a good day, you get up from the couch.

you began to walk, turning the corner once you reached it turning towards where the front door is.

there he was, running a hand through his roughed up hair tucking away his gun in the drawer he always leaves it in.

he looked up at you with dead eyes, a tense broad frame, and furrowed eyebrows.

you came up to him, you open your arms to him causing him to lean in slightly as you immediately embrace him.

he cursed under his breath, you knew it was from his frustrations ”mi amor, how about we release some of that stress and anger” you whisper in his ear. you could tell by his face he was confused.

“de que hablas?” poor javì, he was just so tired. you gave him a soft smile.

you began to massage his broad shoulders, finding his muscular pressure points. you made sure to put slight pressure and squeeze.

“fuck me like you mad at me, baby”

ever since then, he does exactly that.

you were sure your neighbors hated you, they had too by now.

but the both of you could give less of a fuck.

you were too busy screaming into your pillow as javìer pounded into you.

his hand keeping your head down as he fucks you doggy-style ruthlessly.

your face was so far into the pillow, feeling his grip on the back of your neck. you had completely drooled all over yourself and the pillow as your moans and incoherent words were muffled.

you reach your arm back, giving him two taps on his hip signaling him that you couldnt breathe.

he pushed your face into the pillow once more before grabbing you by your now disheveled hair.

“how does my cock feel-” Javìer began, leaning down to connect his sticky back to yours.

“fuck!-dentro de ese gatita tan linda” his vile accent spits out as your hands reach up to claw at the headboard of your shared bed.

Javìer’s cock was fucking in and out of you at a devilish pace, his hips not halting; not even for a second.

“J-Javi! fuck!” you cry out, literal tears streaming down your face at the feeling of his cock hitting you as his hand burned into your hair was mind-boggling.

he had his other hand on your hip, using that one to scoop you up against him by your stomach; bodies completely pressed together.

you were completely encaged by him, one hand still in your hair and the other wrapped around your stomach as his cock continues to pound you.

the sound of skin slapping just got louder throughout the room.

“such a good girl. the most per-perfect-letting m’use this sweet pussy” he praises, almost moaning out himself as your wet warm cunt clenches around him.

“g-god! f-fuck! s’fast!” you babble out as you try your hardest to keep your head up, Javìer lets go of your hair, his other hand now going to your neck.

he let his hand rest there softly as his hips began to stutter, his hot breathy grunts ringing through your ear.

Javìer detaches his chest away from your back momentarily, his dick moving from inside you aswell.

“i adore you.” such a sweet sentence being spit out so harshly; slamming his cock back into you.

you cry out “oh my! Javí!” his lips peppered kisses throughout your sticky neck and shoulder; not caring.

“i adore your soul. i adore your body. everything you do-lo adoro” he grits out, the hand that was around your stomach now going down to slightly lift your leg; causing you to arch down more.

he was fucking you in such a mean way while being so loving.

the new angle he was pistoling his dick into you from had you seeing stars as he stretched you out more as if that was possible.

you could hear Javíer’s grunts and groans turn rougher and into deep short breaths.

your pussy took him perfectly, loving the way his hips slapped against your ass so meanly, his hands gripping your hips and ass, sometimes even spanking you till your ass turns cherry.

your hands claw at the bedsheets as you slightly spread the leg he was holding, engulfing him completely; to his balls even feeling his bush against your juiced up cunt.

the action caused his hips to stutter, signaling he was close.

the hand that was resting on your neck, now goes up to grab your face: slightly gripping your jaw.

Javíer’s hips continue to thrust into you as your voice goes hoarse, turning your yelps into just above-silent squeals and pleas causing you to shut your eyes.

“mírame.” his low tone sends your shaking body shivers. you open your eyes but the overstimulation being too much to keep them open.

“dije-mírame!” he grunts out loudly, you force your eyes open; never leaving his.

you admire his mouth slightly agape, his hair and forehead glistening, the way his mustache looked, and his deep eyes concentrated on your face; just as much as he was taking you in.

“ay! ay-mph! gonna cum!” you moan out, your mind barely hanging on to any conscious-sense.

“c’mon, cielito, c’mon” Javìer encourages, getting close to his release aswell.

you share the room as you and Javíer take it over with the sounds of both of your moans combining as the sound of skin-slapping dies down.

once he pumped you full of his warm white load. he fell onto the bed, bringing you with him.

“how do you feel, amor?” Javíer asks you, one hand massaging the hair he was once pulling while the other loving fondled your breasts as your legs interlocked.

your mind was still beyond processing and answering.

you gave him a weak nod which caused him to give you a soft smile.

“i’ll ask in the morning bebésita, lets hope i fucked a baby into you.”

[hotgirlbedtimescenarios]

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The Story of Us

(completed series)

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Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Series Summary: Everything seems fine until it’s not. Javier Peña leaves you reeling and heartbroken when he breaks things off and disappears from your life. In the following years, you piece yourself back together, but when he returns like a ghost from the past, bringing old feelings and memories with him, will you choose to continue on the path of divergence or be pulled back into his orbit. There is a choice to be made, past or present, and either way, someone is bound to get hurt.

Vibe: angst, heartache, tumultuous, yearning, pining, tension

(Warnings listed on each individual chapter)

CHAPTERS

Last Kiss (pt. 1)

Haunted (pt. 2)

Back to December (pt.3)

Timeless (pt.4)

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[hender-ka]

bewitched me I Bridgerton!Javier Peña x curvy female!reader (teaser)

Summary: After your husband died two years ago, you must return to London to introduce your younger sister to society. It is your duty to fulfill. The situation changes for you the moment you meet an arrogant and stoic lord with an infamous reputation. A man you despised from the start, Javier Peña. You are not willing to play his game and you are trying to get rid of him at all costs. However, he is persistent and stubborn. But so are you. Then, at the worst possible moment, you find out that the man you hated the most is the man you need the most.

Word count: this is just a teaser

Pairing: Bridgerton!Javier Peña x curvy female!reader, enemies to lovers

Time period: Regency England (1815)

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) Well there will be a lot by the time..., English is NOT my first language, future SMUT, age gap (you: late 20s, Javier: late 30s/early 40s, it is up to you), mention of death and suicide, blood, mental illness, body image (curves, stretch marks, hips, a lot of it), alcohol consumption, dirty talk, size kink, scent kink (hello, Anthony), Javier is quite feral for you and you don't give af, body hair (because hey, we are in 1815, ladies), period, cursing, racism, inaccurate history and more

A/N: Hello loves! I am so happy I finally managed to write something. Maybe it's a weird combination, but I wanted to use Javier and set him in the Regency Era. Because him as a Lord Peña? Boy... So thank you very much Pedro for your slutty SAG awards outfit. This story is my first overall in English, so please be patient. English is NOT my first language and it gives me hell sometimes. The story is only inspired by Bridgerton and Pride and Prejudice, characters from the original works do not appear here, except for The Queen (probably). All characters are created by me. It is not a super original plot, but hey... Also, I'm not British and knowing your titles, rules, etiquette of the time is quite challenging, but I'm trying. So this story will definitely be HISTORICALLY INACCURATE. This is just a teaser. The first part will be out next week. Love you all ❤️

Javier laughed, of course he wanted, he was more than eager to hear more about those nightgowns that you would be wearing. The fact that it would be you wearing them was sending shivers down his spine.

"Please. Tell me,“ he whispered as he spoke, leaning forwards slightly and smiling. He wanted to hear more details.

His head was slightly tilted to the side and he looked adorable. You smiled and walked away with him. "They are white, of course. Some of them have delicate ribbons that tie them together at the sides. So easy to untangle," you spoke slowly and quietly. Your eyes never left his.

"Some of them are simple, easy to pull over the head. But two of them are special. Let's just say they are a little see-through," you whispered your last words, giving him an innocent smile.

Javier was completely entranced in the description that you were delivering, you knew what you were doing and did it quite well. 

"A bit see-through?" he chuckled softly and smiled at you, also blushing delicately. His imagination was only going further and further. Just thinking about these nightgowns was starting to turn him on. He smirked playfully.

You leaned closer to him, so only his ear could hear it. "Suffer," you whispered with a seductive tone...

Tag list: Guys, I hope you will like it 😁❤️!

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[osidius-el-enfatico]

whenever people make fun of usamericans not being able to understand anything if it isn't put into hamburger terms. the argies are the same way but with Messi instead of hamburger

[softstarlite]

Se nos rompió el amor

CHAPTER 2

Summary: You thought your love was strong and could conquer everything, I guess you were wrong...

Warnings: implied age gap, talks of pregnancy, angst, mention of options facing a pregnancy.

Rating: +18

Word count: 1.9k

Chapter 1 / Masterlist

Divider by @saradika

A/N: here you guys have the second chapter!! Hope you like it, and let me know your thoughts about it, love you amores <3

You knock on the door of the only person that feels right to go to right now, for various reasons, you know her for starters of course, she lives in an apartment owned by the US government as well, so it is safe, she knows what is like to have problems and arguments with your partner because of their DEA job and she also knew what wanting to protect your child was like.

You knock once more and wait for a few seconds, but the nervousness in you wins this battle and you knock again a little harder now. When Connie's tired and confused face comes into your vision after she opens the door, you can physically feel a weight being raised from your shoulders by the thought of not having to walk the Colombian streets by night all by your own.

Connie says your name as a question “honey, what are you doing here?” that's when she sees your face and sees the tears and the red nose from having blown your snot earlier “what happened? Are you alright?” her arm immediately embraces you and pulls you to the inside of the apartment, guiding you towards the couch.

You cry into her shoulder for a few minutes without needing to tell her why. That's when you hear walking behind you, you look towards the sound and see Steve with tired and a teary eyed Olivia, resting on his hip with her father's hand on the back of her head, who had woken up because of your knocking.

As soon as he sees your crying face he opens his mouth “Is Javi okay?” he asks with a lace of worry and readiness in his voice. You nod your head and he nods back in acknowledgement then he turns around saying “i'll give your guys space…” then he goes to Olivia´s nursery with her to try and put her to sleep again.

“I'm sorry for waking Olivia up, Con” you say between sniffs.

“It's okay honey, she'll get plenty of sleep in her life and she would have probably woken up in half an hour by herself, she's teething” she tells you while she rubs your upper back in comfort. She doesn't push you to talk about what is happening or why you are in their apartment at this ungodly hour.

After some minutes of you crying and sniffling with her comforting you, you blurt it out “I'm pregnant Con…”

You turn your head over your shoulder when you feel her hand freezing on your middle back, you see the surprise look in her eyes and how her mouth is open like she wants to say something but the words don't come, instead she embraces you, cradling your head in her hand like a mother would do.

“Oh honey…” she almost whispers so low that you don't hear her over your sobs.

You stay in their apartment for two days, making Steve swear that he wouldn't say a word to Javier about it, talking non stop about your possibilities from her nurse perspective, about what you want to do and how to do it.

The late afternoon of the second day is when you make your way downstairs on the apartment building and enter your shared one with Javi. When your gaze looks up from your hands opening the front door, a surprised squeal comes out of your mouth and your key free hand comes to your chest, over your heart. You weren't expecting Javi to be there on the couch, his back perched into the back of it, his fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose and a glass of whiskey in his hand. As soon as he hears the front door closing behind you, his gaze meets you and in less than two seconds, he's putting the glass on the coffee table, standing and striding towards you.

You let him take your face between his hands but you can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, he wasn't supposed to be here, he never is at this hour.

“Tesoro, oh my god, you´re fine” he says with relief, his eyes going over all your features “I'm so sorry for everything i said mi amor, hablemos tranquilos por favor (let's talk calmly please)”

Before he has any chances of making you doubt your already made decision, you take his wrists in your hands and look into his eyes “Javi, i'm here to pick up my things…” you see hope leave his eyes and pain come to them.

“What?! No, tesoro, no, you can't. I was drunk and work has been hell lately, that was all, we can talk, we can fix it” he says while his eyes travel from one eye and then the other of yours again and again.

“I've already bought a ticket for the states…” you say with guilt, even if you knew that what you were doing was for the best “you´re welcome to join us” you continue talking when you see the desperation in his face “but i already know what your decision is going to be…” which makes you feel even more heartbroken.

“Tesoro, you-you know i can't walk away from all of this” you knew he was talking about the narcos not the pregnancy “I need to finish this” he indirectly pleads with you to stay, trying to reason why you should.

“And you should know that i have to walk away from all this” you finally pull his hands away from your face; once they're back at his sides, you release them like they're hot iron “I can't raise a kid or even just have it while being surrounded by so much violence, and not only outside of this apartment but also in it, you´re angry all the time because of the violence outside of this safe place. Javi, lately i´ve been living with a person that when he's not angry, he's an emotional ghost…”.

Before he has any opportunity to respond to you, you walk fast towards the bedroom; you pull a suitcase from under the bed and you start to fill it with clothes and other necessities. Javier appears on the doorway of the bedroom, his eyes follow your every move around the room, he wants to say anything that would make you stay, but even his heart is telling him that you´re doing the right thing. By the way you expressed your plans, he knew you had already your mind set on having the baby, and if that was your decision, he supported it and he even supported even more your decision of wanting to get that baby away from all the violence; but the part of him that loves you from the very moment his eyes landed on you that day on the market, can't even fathom the idea of living day by day without your presence everywhere around his, that part wanted to be selfish and convince you to stay. He didn't even consider the possibility of leaving the DEA and going with you, it just wasn't an option, it was so important for him to put Escobar behind bars or a bullet between his eyes, he needed for his sacrifices and violence to have a meaning…

“Where are you going?” he asks with a colder tone now, not sure if it was as a way of protecting his heart or yours by making your decision easier for you.

He knew you had left the states when your last living relative, your dad, died; you sold his house, put his belongings in an storage unit and then started your travels around the world, you had been in a few countries before coming to Colombia, and you had planned to stay here just for a month before you met him and you both fell for each other, he was the one that flirted his way through the embassy to get you a visa to stay in the country with him when you made the decision to stop your travels to be with him.

“I'm…I'm going to Laredo…” you say, stopping your packing to look at him. “I've already book a hotel for a few days while i look for an apartment there, i thought that it would be better for the baby to be close to the only close relative they'll have apart from us…” you have already met Chucho before, you and Javier had travel to Laredo once when the embassy forced him to take some days off because they didn't want to face a problem with HR; you had loved the old man, so similar to the man you love in many ways, and his presence always made you feel like having a paternal figure close that reminded you so much of your own father… Since then you have responded to many calls that were originally direct for Javier from his dad but that turned into at least an hour of you talking with Chucho.

Javi shakes his head immediately “No, hermosa, no te vas a quedar en ningún apartamento (no, beautiful, you´re not staying in any apartment). I'll call pops and you´ll stay on the ranch, that way if you need anything or something happens, i'll know that pops is there”

You´re the one shaking your head now “Javi, I don't want to trouble your dad, no sería justo (it wouldn't be fair). This is my mess, I'll deal with it” you finish putting the last item that fits the suitcase and then you close it.

You hear him scoff then say “Tesoro, that man has been asking me for a nieto or nieta since i turned 30 and he also loves you already like a daughter, he'll be thrilled to hear about…your state” he clears his throat “but even more to have you on his house. He won't be that thrilled with me though” he says the last part in a whisper to himself.

You´re conflicted with the offer but when your mind debates it, you only think of your future kid and how it would be better for them to have as many people that love them close to them. That's when you nod and say “okay, while i stay in the hotel, that i´m not wasting away after already paying for it, i'll go visit him and we'll talk, okay?” you don't even know why you want to ease him, you should be infuriated with him, not only for what had happened two days ago but also for the fact that he was deciding to leave you and your kid by yourselves.

He nods and that's when you pick up the packed suitcase and start to walk to leave the apartment, refusing his help with the luggage when you walk past him. You make it to the front door, with you hand on the doorknob, you turn your head towards him and he gives you a encouraging small smile that you answer with a firm nod, then you turn back to the front door and finally leave.

That's how yours and Javier´s worst part of your lives start.

Next chapter

[dancingtotuyo]

Scathed 12 (Javier Peña)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: anxiety, trauma, illusions to past self harm/suicide attempt, mentions of miscarriage (all very brief compared to previous chapters), the drug war, Narcos season 3 spoilers

Notes: no surprises here! All the love for my beautiful beta reader and wife @guiltyasdave

Words: 2879

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Journal Entry

March 3rd, 1995

I think I’m back to where I was before Javier. Trisha has been reminding me that progress isn’t linear, but it’s hard to go back so much. I made it through the grocery store last week and by that marker I’m further ahead. I cried in the car after, but I still made it in. I’m going to try a couple summer classes.

Emily didn’t tell the kids to stop calling Javier. She caught them leaving trailing voicemails from time to time, mostly Ale, sometimes Mateo, never Miguelito. He seemed to know what was going on. That Javier was out of their lives.

Emily couldn’t help but reflect on it. How one person could come into your life for such a short period of time and play such a significant part in it, leave such a big space behind.

Alejandra was the one who asked. When Emily picked her up from school, or when she saw Chucho for riding lessons. He always cast her a questioning look. Emily would shake your head, never asking if he’d heard from Javier. It wasn’t her business. It would hurt to know.

Yet, she didn’t stop replaying that last conversation. He was convinced he wasn’t enough. He reminded her of when he blamed himself for her panic attack. Was there a chance he was as broken as she was? That’s what had bonded them. That’s why he’d felt safe, but how could two broken people be good for each other? Emily had gotten her answer. They weren’t. He’d only hurt her. Set her further back on her goals.

Worst of all, he was hurting her kids. He’d abandoned them too, and Emily wasn’t sure how she was supposed to handle that.

Journal Entry

April 18th, 1995

I can’t close my eyes without nightmares in the best times, but the days are easier than they’ve been in a long time.

Jaime had seen the changes in his daughter, the way Javier’s silence impacted her. It was hard to miss. Emily hadn’t told him much about their lack of communication. He knew what the beginning was like, Emily’s questions, the information he could parlay to her, but those had stopped within the first couple of months. The phone bill was lower than he anticipated each time with most calls outbound when Emily wasn’t home, but the kids were. He hated that too. Javier had become an extension of their family. He made Emily smile again, and then he left. He didn’t keep his promises.

Her father still struggled to understand it all. Emily hadn’t told him alot about what happened to her in Mexico either. What he knew was mostly second hand information and the facts, but the day to day horrors she faced, he had limited knowledge about. He wanted to know. He wanted to understand. He wanted to be that person for her, but he understood that Javier had in some magical way, been the person in her life that understood, and for that Jaime mourned his daughter’s loss with her.

As upset as he was with Javier, he found his pride in Emily increased by the day as she continued to work towards her goals, having to re-reach some in the process. As she progressed, it further set a plan in motion.

One Saturday, Jaime pulled Emily out, taking her for a drive. It was rare they got afternoons one on one. Usually one of the kids was tagging along, but this was something he wanted to do just the two of them.

Emily stared out the window, quietly as the radio played softly. Jaime glanced over at his daughter. She hadn’t asked a lot of questions when he pulled her out of the house, but he had the feeling she hadn’t been sleeping as well the last couple of weeks. It made him a little bit nervous about his plan. He wasn’t sure how she would react. They’d only talked about it in theory, as a hopefully one day. There hadn’t been a timetable.

He turned down a residential street, about ten minutes from home. Emily perked up beside him. “Where are we going?”

“I’ve been thinkin.”

Emily raised an eyebrow, lifting above the frames of her sunglasses. “About?”

“You’ll see.”

She let out a long sigh. “Dad.”

“You been having nightmares again?”

Emily’s head snapped toward him in rapt attention. He was never very good at easing into this stuff. “I’m always having nightmares.”

“Em.”

Emily sighed, running a hand through her mop of curls. She looked back out the window, biting on her thumb nail. “I’m doing better.”

“Just because you can go to the grocery store again doesn’t mean you’re not having nightmares.”

She continued to bite at her nail, picking at a hangnail that had developed. “Turns out, I’d been blocking some stuff out. It’s not very fun when your worst memories aren't your worst memories anymore.”

Jaime parked the car on the side of the street, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head so Emily could see his eyes. She didn’t move hers. “You can talk to me about it.”

“Dad…”

“When you were a little girl. We used to ride around town.” He smiled. “Just driving. You loved sitting shotgun with me. Your mom wouldn’t let you. She said it wasn’t safe.”

Emily chuffed. “That’s ironic.”

“Yeah.” He feigned a smile, nodding along. After a beat of silence, Jaime took the opening before him, the one he’d been waiting for for years. “What happened that she didn't stop it?”

Emily paused. Had they never had this conversation? That first year home was so foggy in her brain. She wasn’t sure what she did and didn’t tell him. Emily swallowed, closing her eyes to keep the tears back. To this day, she wasn’t sure how much her mother had and hadn’t done, and how much was just him.

“She encouraged me… saw a rich man and his interests. She didn’t see any issue with it”. Her nails bit into her palm, Jaime gripped the steering wheel in front of him, knuckles turning white.

“If I had known…”

“I know, Dad.”

“I want to know more if you’re ready to tell me.”

Emily let it sink in, not moving for a minute. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to tell you everything.”

“I’m not asking to know everything. Just some things. You don’t have to keep it bottled up inside.”

Emily inhaled sharply. Her thumb grazed under her watchband. The one that hid her scar. She couldn’t talk about that. She wasn’t ready for him to know what she had attempted. She thought about the events leading up to it. She wasn’t sure her Dad or Anna knew about her miscarriages either. Those were just facts, things that had happened, it didn’t include the trauma that each event was wrapped in, the mounting pile that led up to each event.

“I guess I haven't thought about how much I haven’t told you.”

Emily let her mind take her back for a second, eyes glazing over with tears as she thought about the beginning. The vacation to Mexico that turned into six years of hell. She could never figure out why he’d picked her. There was nothing special, nothing that stood out about her younger self. At least, nothing she could pinpoint, but maybe that’s why he’d picked her.

“Mom was all too happy to have our trip extended indefinitely.”

“You were at his hotel.”

“Yeah.” Emily paused. “When I found out I was pregnant, I told him before mom. He moved me in with him before I even got the chance to tell her. I remember feeling relieved, like I would be okay.” She looked down. “Things weren’t bad at first, but that almost makes it worse. I mean, I was 15. What did I know?”

Jaime watched, silence ringing in his brain, but it was one of the first times it truly clicked for him. He’d struggled to comprehend it at times. He knew it wasn’t her fault, but the thoughts still ran through his head. How she hadn’t seen the signs? How she’d let it happen? but it finally clicked in a concrete way. Emily hadn’t let anything happen. If he hadn’t been able to control or predict Felix, how could a 15 year old girl? He felt a rush of shame that it took this long to understand it. “You didn’t know anything.”

Emily’s head snapped back to him, a vulnerability in her eyes. The one that reminded Jaime of when his daughter was a child.

“You were supposed to be worried about homecoming and algebra. Not raising a baby. Not going through…”

Emily nodded. “I don’t really want to go more in depth right now.”

“That’s okay.” He turned off the vehicle. “Thank you.”

“So you didn’t drive me across town just to talk?”

Jaime shook his head. “I wanted to show you this.” He pointed out the passenger window to the house. A simple, single story rancher. It had a nice front porch and a garage. From what Emily could tell, the backyard was already fenced in. A “FOR SALE” sign sat proudly in the front yard.

“Dad…”

“I saw the listing last week. It’s got three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The backyard sounded like it’s got enough room for a nice garden.”

Emily fought against the panic rising inside of her at the thought of living anywhere else but with her parents. Her chest tightened as she inhaled sharply.

“Hey,” Jaime reached for her hand. “I’m not saying you have to move, or that it has to be this house, but we’ve talked about this, Sweetheart. I think you might be close.”

Emily looked between the house and her father, eyes darting back and forth like an animal not sure which path to take. “I’m not where I was last summer.”

“No, but you’re in a better place than you were last spring. You sat through the whole Christmas program this year. Not just the kids’ portions.”

“Barely-“

“But you did.”

Emily bit her lip. She knew she was doing things she couldn’t do on her own a year ago. She was grocery shopping alone now. She made it through the zoo last week, just her and the kids. She’d pulled them out of school and it had been relatively quiet, but it was still something. Trisha had told her to celebrate it.

She sighed. “No pressure?’

“No pressure.”

She looked back at the house. Something about it called to her. She loved her parents, but she didn’t want to live with them forever. Emily’s fingers found the door handle before she had time to fully comprehend it. “Okay.”

Her dad followed her up, pulling a key out of his pocket. “I know the realtor.”

“Of course you do.” She smiled as he let them in.

The house was empty. It hadn’t been staged yet, but that didn’t matter too much. Emily walked through the house almost silently, like speaking would break the tug in her heart. The living room, dining area, and kitchen all ran together in a loop. The bedrooms sat off a hallway. She knew which one would be Alejandra’s and which one would be the boys’. The master suite had a large bathtub, but the back patio was the selling point. Her swing would fit, and so would a firepit. The backyard spread out, large enough for a garden and a playset for the kids.

She could see it all in her mind. The garden. The kids playing. Looking up at the stars on those sleepless nights, talking to Jav- She cut off the thought. Just stargazing, just her and a bottle of something.

Emily inhaled deeply. She liked this house. She wanted this house. Could she actually be ready to do this? They’d talked about it. Planned for it, but it was still a year earlier than they’d talked about.

“What do you think?” her dad spoke, standing beside her.

“You knew I’d love it.”

He grinned. “I am your father.”

“How would it work?”

“We’re ten minutes away if you need us. Anna and I would take the kids once a week overnight.” He smiled at her. “We’ve got the down payment saved up for you. We paid the house off a couple years early, so we’ve got some more wiggle room to help you out.”

“Dad.”

“It’s yours if you want it, Sweetheart.”

Emily felt tears well in her eyes “And if we do this and I can’t handle it?”

“Then you move back and we’ll rent it until you’re ready.” Jaime said it like it was the simplest thing in the world. Was it really that easy? All she had to do was say yes? That she wanted this?

“Can I have some time to think about it?”

Jaime nodded. “Of course.”

Journal Entry

May 25th, 1995

My birthday is tomorrow. Dad asked me what I wanted to do, and I couldn’t come up with anything. I can’t stop thinking about last year. It felt a lot more hopeful, but there are things this year to look forward to. Ale has a riding lesson with Chucho. I think I’m just going to ride Paz. We’ll have cake when we get home.

Emily closed her eyes, inhaling the fresh air as she sat on top of Paz, taking the familiar paths through the woods of the Peña ranch.The past year ran through her mind. Everything had looked so promising only for it to come crashing down. One single person did that. Maybe it wasn’t fair to pin it all on Javier, but maybe it was. He’d made her feel safe and that opened doors. Doors that shut the moment he pulled away. She was slowly starting to pry them open. Some were budging, others weren’t.

She found herself in the back pasture at the river’s edge. There were no sign of the drug runners at the moment surrounding her with only the sounds of nature. Cattle grazed behind her. The river rushed in front of her as she stared across it. She liked it here. It was quiet, serene.

Paz shuffled under her. A fly landed on the horses’s coat. Emily watched as she twitched the muscle on her shoulder to chase it away. She smiled, running a hand over her shoulder. “You’re such a good girl.”

Paz knocked her head up and down as if in agreement causing Emily to laugh. She leaned forward in the saddle. “Today is my birthday you know.”

Paz turned her head back to look at Emily. She offered the mare a soft smile. “I thought birthdays would be different after last year. I thought-“

She let out a sharp breath as the rest of the thought cut through her mind. She thought Javier would be there for her other birthdays, for the rest of her birthdays. She had expected it, wanted it, anticipated it…

Her eyes fixed on the river as her mind raced to break records on what that meant. Javier had been her friend, her best friend, but something else nagged at her. The expectation of forever, the desire for forever…

Before she could get lost in it, the rustle of trees and crunch of underbrush jerked her out of it. She twisted in the saddle, Paz slowly turning around with her. Gracie’s muzzle popped out of the woods first. Emily furrowed her brow, trying to ignore the anxiety coursing through her.

The rider ducked under a branch as he cleared the tree line. Emily felt the world around her go quiet as her eyes met with soft brow irises she knew by heart.

Javier froze the second their gazes met, pulling Gracie to a stop with a soft “woah.”

Nobody said anything. Neither of them moved, eyes pinned to the other’s. So many things roared in Emily’s ears. He was back? For how long? Why hadn’t he called? She had hoped he would when he got back. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know if she was going to forgive him or not. He hadn’t given her the opportunity to make that choice. He hadn’t given her the opportunity for much. Hadn’t bothered to return her children’s messages.

Even now, he offered nothing. He didn’t apologize for blocking her out. He didn’t even try. He just stared at her like she was some stumbling doe bleeding out. Anger filled her, and before Emily knew it, she kicked Paz forward, jogging past Javier without giving him an opportunity to make up some bullshit excuse or offer up an apology. She was half way back to the house before she realized there were tears on her cheeks.

Journal Entry

May 26th, 1995

He didn’t have anything to say, just stared at me like I wasn’t supposed to be there! He was the one who’s not supposed to be there. What the fuck?

Javier dropped his head with a sigh. He hadn’t expected her. Hadn’t planned through his apology. In Colombia, he’d been convinced he’d done the right thing, but being home, seeing her, he wasn’t so sure anymore, but Javier didn’t know if he could fix this.

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[yeollie-plz]

I Got You

Javier Pena x Plus Sized! F! Reader

Synopsis: Javier teaches you how to be confident. AKA Javier teaches you a lot of things…

Genre: Fluff, angst, AND smut!

Warnings: 18+, anxiety, problems with self confidence, reader insert (Y/N), smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), drinking, thigh riding, kissing, making out, cursing, reader gets soaked (in many ways)

Gif credits to owners!

This is a requested fic by a very lovely anon that sent me a DM. They were super sweet! I hope this is everything you wanted and you enjoy it! I also wish you all the happiness! Thank you! <3

P.S. I’m thinking there will be a part two to this but I’m not 100% yet. Lmk your opinions!

When you met Javier, you never knew how much he would end up meaning to you. In your eyes he was this handsome guy in tight (very tight) pants just lending you a hand. No actually, he had his hand held out to you to help you up. You took it with red cheeks and a shaky hand, muttering a thank you.

He smiled, "No problem, you okay?"

A nod was the only reply you could muster. Not only were you already embarrassed but there was something about the sun kissed glow of his skin that just had you blushing.

"Well, I'm actually supposed to be chasing the guy that knocked you over, so I gotta go." He said all too quickly and rushed off.

After a few days, you had convinced yourself that you were imagining the event all together. A product of watching too many rom coms, you had deducted. Nothing more.

That was until he walked into your favorite coffee shop and you knew you had not made it or him up. You followed him with your eyes as he ordered. He turned to scan the room, his orbs landing on yours. His head quirked to the side as a smile danced on his lips. Suddenly he turned at the sound of the barista calling something out. He grabbed his coffee from her with a nod and turned back to you.

He made his way over to the table you were at and took a seat.

"Hi again." He said while taking a long sip from his coffee. It was probably hot too...

"H-Hi."

"I hope this is okay, me sitting here I mean. No other tables were available so."

You glanced around, there was at least five tables open. Your brows furrowed, "Um, sure, I don't mind."

He took another drink from his coffee, making a sound of content at the taste.

"Wanna go out with me tonight?" He said after a few seconds of silence.

"What?" You weren't sure you heard him right. He wanted to go out with you?

"Do you want to go out with me tonight? Dinner? Maybe dancing?" He clarified. You did hear him right.

"Um, I don't really dance."

"I'll show you, believe it or not I’m a pretty good dancer.” He said, swaying his hips slightly. It all looked pretty awkward, seeing as he was sitting down. You quirked a brow at his movements.

“I believe it. I just-“ You started, only to be cut off.

“Great! I’ll see you at the place next door to here at 7.” He got up abruptly, taking his coffee with him.

He just turned around when he seemed to remember something, “Oh! I’m Javier by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” You sat there stunned by the conversation. The only thing you heard was the bell over the door ringing as Javier left.

Javier…

—————— Five Months Later ——————

You were lounging on Javier’s couch, yelling throughout his place as he got ready for some work event.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with?” He yelled from his bedroom.

“Javi…I can’t come, you know that.”

“You just don’t want to come.” Emerging from his bedroom, wearing a pink button down. He gestured to the shirt questioningly, you nodded in approval.

He made his way to the couch, lifting your legs so he could place them on his lap.

“You know why I don’t want to go.” You said while looking down at your hands.

“Hermosa…” There was a sort of pleading in his voice.

“Javier…” You pleaded back. There was almost a threat in your voice.

“Fine, then I am staying as well. I’d much rather be on this couch with you anyways.”

“You have to go, it’s for work. Besides there might be a beautiful lady you can take home there.” You said with a shrug. Although, you liked Javier the two of you were never going to be more than friends.

You didn’t think he would ever like you. How could he? You were you. It hurt, of course especially because you were all but in love with Javier Peña. But again you were you and someone like Javier would not like someone like you.

He was experienced, you were not. He was confident, you were not. He was fit, you were…not…

He had a type and you did not fit that type.

“I should go, let you get to your party.” You said with a hint of sadness, your thoughts sinking into you. Lifting yourself off the couch, you headed to the door.

“I like you.” Javier bursted out. You turned almost too quickly at his words. He was avoiding your gaze, pretending to be interested in his hands.

“You what?”

“I like you. I like you a lot actually. Maybe too much.” Finally he met your eyes.

You scoffed, “No, no you don’t.”

“Yes I do.” He said matter-of-factly. Javier rose from the couch and crossed the room to you. Grabbing your hand, he brought it up to his heart.

“Feel that? It’s racing, that’s how it always is when I’m around you. It started the moment I met you and hasn’t stopped since. My heart beats for you.” He was right, his heart was racing.

“Javier…” His name left your lips in almost a whisper.

“Y/N…”

Your eyes met, “I can’t.”

And you ran.

You kept running until you found yourself at the spot you met Javier at. It was only then that you sunk to the ground and began to cry.

It didn’t take long for Javier to find you there. You didn’t notice him at first until he held out his hand to you.

Tears streaming down your face, you slowly looked up at him.

“Can we please talk?” He pleaded with you.

You took his hand and let him help you up.

“Let me talk,” you started, “How? How could you like me? I’m no where even close to your league. I’m a virgin! I look like this for gods sake!”

“You look perfect.” Javier tried to reassure you as he reached for your hand. You denied him, stepping back.

“I do not.”

“You do. And being a virgin, well that’s an easy fix.” He said with a smirk. You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks.

“But what about all the girls you are with all the time?”

He chuckled, “I haven’t seen any of them in months, basically since I met you.”

“But-“

“No buts, let me show you how much you mean to me. Come home with me?” He held out his hand to you once again.

“I’m not…I don’t think I’m ready for that.” You shook your head and took his hand.

“That’s okay, we can take it slow. Everything is on your timeline. But let me lead? It’ll be like when I taught you to dance, I’ll teach you to love yourself. I'll teach you to see yourself, the way that I see you. I got you.” His eyes bore into you, you nodded.

—————— One Month Later ——————

In the one month that Javier and you had been dating, he had taken you on a date almost everyday. He would do at least one thing each day to ease yourself into confidence.

Today he had decided to take you shopping, he wanted you to find a new dress to go dancing in. Dancing had become a very common date activity for the two of you. It brought you out of your shell and gave Javier an excuse to have his hands all over you.

You were struggling with picking a dress though. You had brought a few into the dressing room and each didn’t sit right. Pulling at the fabric of the latest one, you sighed.

“Amor, come out. Let me see.” You heard from the other side of the curtain.

“No, I don’t like it, it doesn’t look good.” You stared at your reflection. In retrospect the dress would look good, it hugged every curve and pushed your boobs up. It was just you. The dress did not work on you. If you had lost a few pounds maybe…

All of a sudden the curtain was opened and Javier slid into the dressing room.

“Holy shit, you look amazing. This dress is…wow.” Javier was awestruck.

You rolled your eyes, “I look like a sack of potatoes.”

“And oh how delicious you are.” He replies with a smirk, capturing your lips with his own.

You and Javier had kissed already. You’ve even made out a few times, done a little over the clothes groping but you were still not at a fully sexual point yet. You were still nervous.

The kiss was feverish, like the two of you were starving for it. Teeth clashing and tongues molding together. Javier’s hands found your ass and squeezed causing you to yelp.

“I want to taste you.” He said against your lips.

“Aren’t you already?”

“I want to taste,” he glanced down, “all of you.”

It took a few seconds for you to understand what he meant until you felt his hard on against your thigh.

“Oh.” You said in realization.

“Oh?” He replied with a raise of his brows.

“I think I would like that.”

Javier smirked placing one last kiss to your lips before falling to his knees. Pushing the dress up past the swell of your ass. He marveled at your underwear choice. Although not the sexiest, they were a bit lacey.

“Fuck, it’s like you knew what was going to happen today.”

He ran his fingertips up the inside of your thigh, slipping a finger under the crotch of your panties, feeling your wetness.

“You’re soaked. Why haven’t you told me how much I effect you?”

You shrugged in response, “I’m still nervous about it all.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about. I got you.”

Suddenly he pulled down your panties and took in all of your naked form, well half naked. Not wasting any time, he licked a strip along your core causing you to gasp. It was a newfound pleasure. Of course you had touched yourself before but nothing compared to someone else, especially someone’s tongue.

Javier seemed content with your reaction and continued to slowly tease you with his tongue. Each stroke of his muscle causing you to react. The teasing was almost too much, you needed more. You let your hips grind down onto his mouth.

“Mmm baby, yes grind on my tongue. Show me how good I make you feel.” His words made you moan.

“Oh but keep quiet, don’t forget we are in public.”

Right, you were in public. You were being ate out for the first time…in public. Holy shit. It was kind of hot actually.

You quickly forgot about the fact that anyone could hear or find the two of you and focus on the intense pleasure Javier was giving you. He had started to move his tongue faster, swirling his tongue in circles every few licks.

At this point you were keening, struggling to keep yourself on your feet. Javier moved his hand to the backside of your thigh and lifted it over his shoulder, supporting you with his body and giving you more balance. This also caused his tongue to hit a new angle, you let a moan pass your lips. Your hand slapped over your mouth.

You saw Javier’s eyes glance up at you and you swore you saw someone flash behind them.

“Can I use my fingers?” At this point you were far past the nerves and logic, so you nodded instantly.

The hand that wasn’t supporting your thigh grabbed your hip and squeezed before trailing down to where his mouth was. He pulled off only to gain a whine from you. He laughed and ran his finger along your entrance. Slowly he inserted that finger. You gasped.

“Please, Javi, I need more.”

That was all Javier needed to hear to fully let himself go. He began pumping his finger in and out of you, hitting the perfect spot inside of you. He added another finger to the mix and quickened his pace slightly. Bringing his lips back to your clit he sucked the bud in before letting it go with a pop. His tongue was now on you again. At this point your knees were shaking. He moved his tongue in time with his thrusts.

“I’m-I’m gonna” You began to say but couldn’t finish as blinding white pleasure crashed over you. Your entire body shook with the force of your orgasm. Never have you felt something so good. No time you touched yourself was it ever this amazing.

Javier worked you through your orgasm, it wasn’t until you whimpered that he let up. He stood and brought his lips to yours once again.

“That was…oh my…”

He smiled and pecked your lips.

“I’m glad it was good. Now you better get that dress.”

Ever since that day in the dressing room, Javier has been even more attached to you. Complimenting you every chance he gets, always needing to be touching you in some way, he was obsessed. A part of you was beginning to accept that this was more than another score for Javier. He actually liked you...maybe even love...no. Nope, there was no way. Javier would never love someone like you, he was too...Javier.

Tonight, you and Javier were going to meet his partner, Steve, and his wife, Connie, for a little dinner double date. You were beyond nervous. You had met Steve in passing a few times but now the situation was different. You and Javier were together, what would he think? And not to mention Connie, you had never met her.

Javi tried to reassure you numerous times. He said they would love you and that he didn't care if they didn't anyways, but it all still gnawed in the back of your head.

There was a knock at your door, it was Javier. You did one more once over in the mirror, tilting your head at your appearance. You were wearing the dress, it felt wrong to put it back after such a sin was committed in it. Plus, Javier liked it so much you couldn't say no. Lightly pushing a piece of hair back into place, you decided that this was as good as it was going to get and made your way to the door.

Javier stood leaning against the doorframe, a single rose in this hand.

"Cariño, if I knew you were gonna wear this, I would've planned for us to stay in tonight." He was mesmerized by your appearance. You blushed instantly, looking down at your feet.

"I think we cancel, I wanna keep you all to myself." Javi tried to push himself into your apartment, you placed your hand on his chest to stop his movements.

"Javier, we have to go. How would I look if we were to cancel on them?"

He sighed, "We could make up a really good excuse! But fine, you're right," He handed you the rose. "But if anyone even looks at you, I'm taking you straight home."

You rolled your eyes at his antics and took the rose, admiring it. You knew no one would even glance your way but your heart swelled at his...was it jealousy...?

Arriving at the restaurant, you were greeted by Steve and Connie who had already arrived and claimed a table for the four of you. You tried to put on your most confident smile as Javier introduced you to them.

Although you and Javier hadn't had the official talk of what you were to each other, a piece of you wished he called you his girlfriend. Instead you were just Y/N to him.

The conversation was light as you all decided what to order. Connie recommended a cocktail to you and you ended up ordering it. After the server left with your orders, Connie asked how the two of you met.

Javier laughed as he told the story of a perp knocking you over and him becoming your "knight in shining armor." His words, not yours. That seemed to break the tension you had stored up as you laughed along with him. Connie was also laughing at the dramatics of Javier's storytelling. Steve had a big smile on his face that he was trying to hide with his hand.

The rest of the evening went smoothly, all of you talking about anything and everything. You were relieved with how well it was going, the food was also delicious.

The night was winding down and Javier was now three drinks in and little tipsy. You had stopped at one, but not only did he have a higher tolerance...he also had a bit of an addiction. Not that you minded, you just knew he got very handsy when he has been drinking.

As if you were manifesting it, Javier's right hand had made it onto your thigh. He was rubbing soft circles into your flesh.

You would've brushed it off but his pinky was getting dangerously close to your center. Clearing your throat you stood, Javier's hand fell from your thigh.

"I'm just going to use the restroom really quickly. Be right back." You shot Javier a warning glance as you walked towards the bathroom.

You had finished your business and were now washing your hands when you heard the door opening. You didn't look over, assuming it was just another person needing to use the bathroom, until you heard the lock click. Thats when your eyes snapped up, meeting Javier's.

"Javi...what are you doing in here?" You whisper-yelled at him.

"No need to get nervous, amor, I needed to see you in private. You've been driving me crazy all night." He sauntered towards you, you made note of the slight stagger in his steps.

"You've been drinking. I need to take you home." You said as you side stepped his advances.

"I only had three and I want you." Stepping towards you once again.

"You can have me when you're sober." You bopped his nose and made your way to the door, only to be stopped by Javier placing his hand over the lock. His other was trapping your body. You turned around to face him, raising a brow.

"Please just kiss me." He wasn't asking, he was almost begging.

You gave in and pressed your lips to his. Javier melted against you. His hands fell to your hips and guided you to the counter. Where he started to mess with the hem of your dress. You let this go on for a bit before pulling away when he started to pull it upwards.

"Uh uh, you said a kiss. Your partner and his wife are waiting for us."

"Please, I'm sure they are about to do the same thing. Steve's been eye fucking Connie all night long." Javier rolled his eyes and tried to bring your body back to his.

"I did not need that image." He laughed. "Can't we just go home? We can cuddle and maybe a little more there." Your voice was laced with the innuendo.

"Fine, but only 'cause I'm pretty sure I saw the bartender looking at your ass."

You two paid and bid your goodbyes to Steve and Connie. Making your short walk back to Javier's place. As you were walking the streets of Colombia, raindrops began to fall on you.

"It starting to rain." You pointed out. Javier released his hand from yours and lifted them to the sky, trying to feel the rain. He nodded.

"We better hurry home then." And right as he finished his sentence, it began to pour. Javier grabbed your hand and dragged you into a run to his front entrance.

Finally you two entered his place, now soaking wet. He lifted his shirt over his head, muttering something about needing it off. You marveled at his tanned form. This wasn't the first time you had seen him shirtless, but now there was a new fire inside of you.

He seemed to notice you staring and smirked at you. But that quickly faded as he noticed you shivering.

"Let me get you a towel and some dry clothes." He left down the hallway, leaving you to drip in the entryway. Javier returned with a towel and a t-shirt.

"Here, I'll let you change, be right back." You accepted the items graciously and started to dry your hair with the towel.

After you were sure he was gone, you peeled the drenched dress from your skin and slipped into Javier's t-shirt. You brought the collar to your nose and inhaled, it smelt like him. You smiled.

His footsteps were heard coming down the hall and he rounded the corner with fresh, dry clothes. Including a very revealing pair of gray sweatpants. This is when you realized the draw of a gray sweatpant, you could see everything. You were now wet for an entirely different reason.

"Damn, the rain really sobered me up." You snapped out of your day dream just as Javier slumped down onto the couch.

You don't know what came over but you crossed the room to the couch and straddled Javier's hips. He blinked at you in surprise, but he gladly accepted the intrusion of personal space.

"What are you doing, sweetie?" He questioned.

"Don't know, just need you." You didn't wait for a reply and leaned fully into him, capturing his lips with your own.

Now you were the one who just needed to kiss him. He moaned into the kiss. The sound caused you to grind down into him, feeling him harden.

His hands were gripping your hips and leading your motions against him. Keeping up the friction, the two of you were lost in the kiss, that was getting more and more deep as it went on.

Nothing but lust filled the air as the two of you kept up the heated make out. One of his hands reached between your thighs and ghosted over your clit, causing you to gasp. This let him slip his tongue past your open lips, fighting for dominance with yours.

“Naughty girl not wearing any panties.” He said into your lips.

“They got all wet.” You tried to defend yourself. You tell he was holding back the innuendo that was on his mind before he brought your lips back together.

The hand that was teasing your clit, reached up to your jaw and pulled your face from his. You looked confusedly at him.

“I want to try something. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.”

“Good, I want you to ride my thigh.” He said while looking into your eyes, trying to read them.

A few thoughts flashed through your head as you processed his request.

You couldn’t muster anything out but a, “Are you sure?”

He nodded, “I got you.”

He helped you shift your body so that you were now straddling only one of his thighs.

“Just grind on me like you were before, baby. Use me to get yourself off.” His eyes were filled with lust. He sure did like pleasing a woman.

You nodded and leaned back into his lips. As the kiss heated up again, you didn’t even need to think about it, your hips started moving on their own. Grinding your clit down into the fabric of his sweatpants. The texture causing you to moan into Javier’s mouth.

“That’s right baby, use my thigh.” He broke the kiss to trail his lips down the expanse of your neck. He attached his teeth and sucked, you knew there would be a mark (or a few) the next day but you didn’t care.

His mouth pulled off your neck with a pop. He admired his work before looking at your blissed out face. He watched as your hips slowed a little as you lost your rhythm.

Javier’s hands returned to your waist to help you back into a pattern. He rocked your body back and forth and watched as you fell apart on top of him. He thanked whatever god brought you to him.

As you got closer and closer to your release, it got harder to focus. Not even Javier’s guidance was helping to you to keep up.

He must has sensed your distress and brought his lips back to yours and his thumb back to your clit. He worked the hud as he worked your mouth.

The kiss was slower now as he was more concentrated on getting you to your finish line. His thumb moving expertly against your clit, rubbing it in circles. The perfect speed and pressure.

You threw you head back, breaking the kiss.

“I’m so close. Please…”

He rubbed you quicker and right as you were about to tip over the edge he pulled your hips back down onto his thigh. His hands helping to get your hips back into motion. Even with how muddled your brain was, you knew what you body needed and you ground into him.

He flexed his thigh to give you more pressure. This action and rubbing your clit one last time at just the right angle, sent you into an intense orgasm. Your hips moved faster and faster as you worked through it. Javier’s hands kneaded your breasts lightly as he watched you fall apart.

As your breathing evened out, Javier spoke up. “Was it good, mi amor?”

You could only form a drunk after orgasm nod as a response. He smiled and kissed your forehead. Slowly he lifted you off his thigh and placed you onto the couch.

“Now I need a new pair of pants again.” He chuckled, noticing the huge wet spot that now adorned them. He began to lift himself off the couch before you spook up.

“Javi…what are we?” He looked over at your blissed out face.

“We are whatever you want us to be, hermosa.”

“I want to be yours.”

“Then you are mine.” He stood over you, using the back of the couch to support his weight.

“I want all of you.” This could be the orgasm talking but you had let it slip out and there was no going back.

“In due time. Right now, I’m going to put you to bed. We had a long night.” He pecked your lips and lifted his body to an upright position.

Javier leant his hand out to you, you took it. A knowing smile on both of your faces.

“I got you. Forever and always.”

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 11 - Hell and Back

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, MDNI!, age gap, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, prostitution, violence, dub-con, drug dealing - Narcos Universe, bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator in 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 2,8k

A/N: I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, loves! so much happened: i started a new job, i'm studying again, so i'm on crazy hours... anyway, i just hope you like it!

Dividers: @saradika-graphics

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Narrator’s POV

After you busted out of your own office, your mind was rushing, thinking about what to do, people to alert. Ben was, indeed, dangerous, and he had help getting out.

Who's help was the most important and dangerous thing to know.

It had to be big.

Javier counted up until 10 and went up to look for you.

When Javier started to get closer to his and Steve's desk, Steve said:

“Archive room, Peña. But hey, I need to talk to you later.”

Javier just nodded, not being able to relate what Steve meant by that.

As Javier stepped into the messy room, it looked like a messy library.

“Missed me?” - a female voice called Javi, as random hands tried to grab him.

“What the fuck!” - He yelled, dodging the touch. The lights were off, he didn't see who touched him at first, but he knew it wasn't you: the perfume was wrong.

“Oh, Javi, it's me, Valerie… I missed you…” - her voice was making both of you sick. You were jealous, Javi was nauseated.

She tried to kiss him again, but he took a step back.

“Don't touch me, Valerie. Back the hell off!”

You were hidden in the back, hugging your file, hearing Valerie and Javier.

You didn't know what to do, so you waited. You took a breath, calming yourself down.

Your mind was going crazy enough.

“Was there anyone who he didn't sleep with? Oh fuck!” - you thought.

“But Javi…” - her whine annoyed both of you. If you rolled your eyes, Javier probably did the same.

“Valerie, leave me the hell alone! You were a quicky in this archive room. Don't flatter yourself.” - Javier were really fucking rude with her.

You heard steps in heels leaving and the door shutting.

You almost wished to see her face.

“Cariño, I know you're here. I'm not leaving until you act like a goddamn grown-up!” - Javier yelled at you.

“I don't wanna talk, Peña. Not now. I don't wanna say or do anything I might regret.” - You continued to hide.

“Cariño, don't make me find you. You're not gonna like me when I'm mad.” - his tone seemed serious. - “I know I went behind your back, but so did you. It's your last chance to appear.”

You didn't move.

“Your funeral, cariño. Ready or not, here I go…” - He spoke to the darkness.

It felt like a sick joke to you: play hide and seek with Javier.

God, you wish you could kill him.

You had two options: escape the archive room and, by all means, escape once more of Javier or let him catch you.

You scoffed low.

“As if I'd let you win, Peña… Come and get me.” - You thought.

You both started a kind of hunt: you had to get out through the door and Javier had to catch you before it. The room was poorly illuminated by hot, weak yellow lights, while filled with bookshelves and file storage cabinets.

And lots of paper, of course.

You could almost feel Javier get too close sometimes, when you realized: your heels were the ones to blame - clapping on the floor, telling on you.

You took them off, fast and as quietly as you could, and tiptoed around the room, like a kitten.

“Cariño, you can't hide forever… If not now, it's gonna be way worse when I have time to plan on what to do.” - He spoke again, in a way that mixed pain and pleasure, like only Javier knew how.

It went straight to your folds, as if he was just right next.

Any sound seemed like a loud noise and you were trying so hard to keep it down… It all felt like a labyrinth, messing up your senses.

Even breathing was loud.

Your muscles tensed up, you really felt like a prey, a little bunny being hunted by a wolf.

God knows Javier wouldn't have mercy on you. And you needed to buy time.

For a moment, you felt you could run to the door, felt hope that Javier would only hear the door closing and you could escape.

And you did: you ran, but as you arrived at the door, you felt Javier’s hands on your waist, holding you against him.

And as on the first night, you were pressed on the door, facing him. Your file and your shoes were all over the floor.

You could feel his hot breath on you, his body tensed as he touched you. Javier’s blood was boiling with rage and desire.

“Gotcha, cariño… You're gonna hear me, whether you like it or not." - He whispered in your ear.

You tried to move your body, but Javier turned your back to him, held your hands tight and threw his body on you, making it even harder for you to do anything.

Truth be told, he manhandled you like he would do to a criminal.

“Peña, we're here for too long, we need to get out…” - You were nervous, your mind struggling to make a point, while he held you and you could smell his perfume mixed with his scent and sweat, his dick going even harder in your ass. - “It's been too long already, people will talk… We can talk about it later, at my place…” - you're trying to make a deal.

But your voice was barely a whisper.

“No, cariño. You had your shot.” - Javier grunted. - “I'm done with your running away. I'm gonna make my point now, and you're going to pay attention. Are we clear?”

You swallowed hard and nodded positively.

He pinned you with his hips, pissed. You could feel his length getting harder and bigger. Unconsciously, you arched your back like a cat, letting him go further.

Be damned the moment you decided to use pants.

“Words, cariño… Are you gonna listen to me?”

“Yeah, Peña, I'll listen.” - your voice was still low and weak.

It's not like you had a choice, anyway.

“No, cariño, I'm not Peña now. Do it over.”

Javier, for the first time, was being ruthless against you.

“Yes, Javi, I'll listen.”

“See? You really can be a good girl when you want to… Now, here's the thing: We're gonna discuss it in more detail, but, for now, I'm gonna sum it up. I know a little about you and your ex… I know he was a dirty cop, I know you arrested him. Yes, to me, that note was a threat, since we discovered together that he's out. That's what I know. Yes, I went behind your back and talked to Joe about it, I called him. And yes, before we found out about Ben, I was jealous. It's been two months and I already feel like you're mine.” - His tone was low and deep. He said those words, and you wanted to believe him, but you were afraid.

“Peña, I…”

His grip tightened around your fists.

“No, cariño, I'm not Peña now.” - He repeated.

“Javi, come on… I need to get back to work.” - neither you could convince yourself.

“We'll be back in a few, cariño. First things first… Tell me you understood what I said.”

“I did, Javi.” - You continued to feel him getting under your skin. - “Javi, please…”

“Good girl, cariño… Do you believe me?”

His question was sincere. He needed you to believe him.

And as much as your brain insisted you didn't, your heart responded for you:

“I do. I wish I didn't, but I do.”

He also believed you. Javier knew how hard it was for you to admit it, and he would take it under consideration when he punishes you.

His grip loses a bit, so he could hold you with just one of his hands and grab your hair.

God, if you could, you would kill him: you were supposed to be mad, not horny… You could feel your core getting even wetter.

“You're, indeed, such a good girl when you wanna be, cariño…” - he had such a husky voice. It went straight to your folds, as your pussy clenched over nothing. - “After our shift today, I'm going to your place, with a good bottle and an even better cigar. And we're gonna actually have a full conversation about it. Be home at 7.”

You gulped, overwhelmed and sensitive.

“Yes, Javi.”

Javier let go of you, slowly. He got on his knees, just like the first time, as you turned to look at him.

You wanted him to do what he did best: make you cum.

He picked up your heels, put them on your feet, one by one, calmly. He picked up your file, got up, handed to you and said:

“You can go now.” - He got up and kept a friendly distance, as if you never touched each other.

“Why are you so far away, you're not even kissing me goodbye?” - you complained, feeling empty without his touch.

“I'm not touching you again, at least not until we walk through this.”

You roll your eyes, annoyed, and left for your office, banging the door.

At 18:55, you were already at home, ready and waiting for Javier.

“That bastard…” - you cursed Javier.

You spent the whole day rubbing your thighs against each other, craving for Javier. Unholy be that man, who not only teased you in that archive room, but during the day, saying things in a way that kept you still throbbing… Your mind played with his words, his discreet, yet noticed by you, looks, lightly touches that no other human being would suspect.

At seven o'clock sharp, Javier knocked at your door. As you opened the door, he was holding an incredible bottle of whiskey and your favorite cigar.

“Are you gonna let me in?” - he asked, with a playful tone that, right now, you were hating.

“That depends, Peña… Where you want to come in?”- your words had the same tone he used the whole day.

He raised his eyebrows and responded:

“For now? At your apartment, cariño.”

You take a step back and let him in.

At that point, he knew where you kept your things, so he just went to the kitchen cabinet and picked up the scotch glasses and your ashtray.

You observed Javier, it was kinda funny how he just belonged there.

It felt right.

Bother line painful right.

“There you go, cariño. It's probably older than you, this one.” - He handed you a scotch glass, and raised his. - “A toast?”

“To?”

“Solving things up.”

You toasted with him, in silence.

Your mind was still rushing from all that had happened.

“So… Who's gonna start?” - Javier asked as you sat down on the couch.

“I'll, Javi. I gotta warn you, it's bad.”

Javier took a deep breath and held your hand.

“I'm here, cariño. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“Okay, Javi… Leave the questions to the end, please. I promise that I'll do my best to answer.”

Javier just nodded.

“My parents never wanted me to be a cop, but never prohibited me as well. They wanted me to be a lawyer or an ADA, whatever. I joined the academy at the same time as college. It was intense, but I knew I was at the right place. I met Ben as soon as I got into the academy. He was already an officer, just before he got promoted to be a detective. As we both know, the drug war is going nuts in the whole US… I was transferred to the DEA.”

You take a sip, as Javier observed you.

“Ben and I…” - you took a deep breath. - “We were an okay couple: people seemed to like us and I liked him. We had a normal life: dates, our families liked us and each other. Nothing alarming… But something always felt… Wrong. Ben never used the word “slut”, but his comments were things like: “why do you wanna try these things? Who fucked you like that?” Or “why do you need a vibrator, I'm not good enough for you?”... In such a mean tone, making me feel bad for having curiosity or desire.”

“Fucking asshole…” - Javier scoffed.

“Until I started an investigation among prostitutes and cicarios that traced all back here to Colombia. Ben wanted me to let him join the investigation, but I couldn't. He wasn't DEA… As it got bigger, we had a closed door operation… Looking back, the rumors started just after… I remember the looks, the pitty, the gossip.” - You scoffed, mocking yourself.

“Cariño…”

“Joe told you, didn't he?”

Javier just nodded.

“ ‘She's such a good cop, but can't even notice what's happening under her nose’ or ‘if he's doing this, probably isn't getting any at home’... but my favorite was ‘she probably knows and ignores it. A woman shouldn't be a cop.’... I only found out about it later. And Ben was so fake…” - your voice had a bitter tone. - “He pretended to support me. He wanted to know how it was going… He said he didn't mind me getting home late and leaving early. He knew it was temporary, that we were meant to be for life… God, how stupid was I…”

Javier tried to hug me, but I raised my hand, holding him back a bit.

“Until the investigation was always traced back to the same NYPD… Ben's station, by the way… Cops were involved, FBI got involved.”

Javi raised his eyebrows, knowing what that meant.

“Weeks later, the day to bust into the main brothel arrived. The adrenaline was so intense inside my veins… My gut was weird, like it was preparing me. We busted in, silent, aiming to the main office. I asked to lock all the “clients” room, arrested the main cicario, it was so satisfying… The clients tried to escape, but couldn't. Joe and I invaded Ben's room, by coincidence, it was the closest to the office. Joe arrested the prostitute and I slapped Ben's face. Joe knew better than saying anything. We had a fight, he tried to be violent to me… But I held him, my rage and frustration gave me the strength. When I showed up with him, everyone was in shock… We took everybody to the station to book'em, but the stupid rookie didn't search Ben properly, and he had a knife. The cicarios all had a specific signature knife, and as Ben was one of them, the cartel gave him one. I interrogated him, it escalated to a physical fight, when Joel and the others came in, he had stabbed me… but not before I gave him a few too…” - You laughed, a bit ironic.

“Joe didn't tell me he stabbed you, Y/N…”

“He feels guilty for it. He was supposed to be there with me, but I didn't let him.” - I responded.

I finally picked my file on the table and showed him a few pictures, investigation, data and records.

“Remember I said to you my brother is an ADA? He was the one who did the trial. It became a family matter… My brother sold himself to the devil to be the prosecutor on this case and it worked. I don't know what he did nor who he sucked up to, but it worked… Ben was convicted, but I don't know how or why he got out.”

“Fuck, cariño…” - Javier didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“I talked to him earlier, they all know, the FBI is protecting everyone's family. If I had to bet, the FBI is investigating something about the US’ judiciary and Ben is the bait.”

In an impulsive act, Javier hugged you, as if he was going to protect you from everything and everyone. His hand went to your scar, caressing it, his hand under your shirt.

You closed your eyes, feeling his soft touch, your eyes watering.

“You never asked about my scar…” - you said.

“Since you told me it was a field scar, I kinda just let it be.” - Javier admitted. - “Now that I know the story… I fucking hate your ex… More than when I talked to Joe.”

You giggle.

Javier caressed your face, played with your hair, like you're gonna break.

“Javi, I'm not a fragile little thing…” - You complained, while he was drying your tears.

“I know…” - He said, holding your cheek, looking deeply in your eyes. He knew you weren't, but he wanted and needed to take care of you.

You, in the other way, needed to feel alive again. You needed to make it hurt.

You needed Javier to make it hurt again.

“Javi...” - you started, with your eyes closed, almost purring. - “Make it go away, please.”

“Cariño, what do you mean?” - he asked, still holding your face in his hands.

“I need to feel alive again, Javi. Make me forget about everything… Make me hurt, please. Like that night, when we got back together.” - You put your hands on his, holding them.

“Cariño…”

“Please, Javi, please…” - You beg, looking at him, desperate.

Next

[starry-eyes-love]

Possession

"You're fucking mine, little girl. Now, let Daddy take off those panties so he can see just how messy you are."

18+ Adult, (Minor DNI), writer

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[pascals-doll]

mini skirt

javíer peña x reader

ೀ ive been so focused on my series i missed writing for our man osrs !!

ೀ its spring break n with amount of parties ive got to attend, my ass will b going to write a fic duh!

ೀ description: porn with no plot literally, SMUT SMUT, this shit lowk filthy, reader is bent over the passenger seat 😶, public sex!, parked (?) car sex, oral sex (r receiving) exhibitionism, dom!javíer, mean!javíer, possesive af!javí, sub!reader, reader speaks slight spanish, reader is thristy for javi, JAVÍ TALKS YOU THRU IT/IN SPANISH 2 (😩🤧), lowk degradation in spanish aswell, multiple orgasms, slight overstim (r receiving), degradation ( r receiving), eating out from the back, spanking, doggystyle, hair pulling ( r receiving), choking ( r receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, no use of y/n, use of pet names (pequeña, neña, bebésita, amor/amorsita)

spanish key words for all my non-spanish speakers !

-pequeña/neña: term of endearment for someone smaller than/my girl, babygirl

-princesa/bebésita: my baby/princess

-dime/porque: tell me/why

- tan’ mojada/tan linda: so wet/ your so wet/such a sweet/so sweet

-lo que quieres/dios mio: my god/oh my god/what you want

-belleza/sucia: beauty/dirty/filthy

-amas/amor/(sita): you love/love/lover

-como te pongo/volverá pasar: how i get you/ever happen again/happened again

-eso/lo que pasará : a way of affirming or agreeing/what will happen again

in traditional way of celebrating the spring break, how else than going out with your girls to the club?

the winter was finally over as women traded their big coats and long-sleeves for skimpy tops and short skirts or shorts.

your beloved boyfriend knew you would be going out tonight, letting him know before he left for his federal attendees.

Javíer didn’t say much except to text him once you left the house, arrived at the party, and when to come pick you up.

Javí was a sweet, a gentle giant.

but he was also stern, it was a trait he had to deal with being apart of the job. it was in his nature to be overprotective.

his eyes told you something completely different along with his stance although he didn’t once tell you a negative thing for wanting to go out and have fun.

he had his hands on his hips, popping one out as his eyebrows tensed together and his tongue poked through his cheek. Javí’s eyes were mean and deep as he stared at you while you promised him to let him know the second anything were to happen before he got ready for work.

you were all dressed up by 9:00 pm as you now, waited on your friends to pick you up at any moment now.

you were wearing a green tube top, pairing it with a pink plaid mini skirt. you chose a cute silver chain belt as an accessory to go along with your silver blinged earrings.

your makeup was set onto your skin perfectly, bringing out the best features of your beauty. your hair was styled to your liking and you chose these cute bubblegum pink pumps to piece your outfit all together.

you picked up your phone, having a small photoshoot of your own before choosing the picture you thought was best and sending it to Javìer.

you were sat infront of the mirror, pulling a cute pose while trying to get you whole outfit in frame.

not even 3 minutes later, a ping rings through your phone.

⤷ que belleza neña go have ur fun for now

⤷ cus ur not gonna like it when i pick u up

your heart raced with lustful anticipation and excitement. you continued to tease him through message, sending another picture to him that showed how risque your pink mini-skirt was.

⤷ u are so done for pequeña

he wasn’t even here, yet you could feel his menacing presence and hear his strict tone in your head.

soon enough, you were getting a call from your friends; letting you know they were outside.

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you and your bestfriend danced along to the house music that played through the huge booming speakers of the wide-spaced club that was only illuminated by a combination of different color fading lights.

you had a few drinks already, loosing track of how long you’ve been dancing for before stepping away with your friends. you went back to your the corner couch you were seated at along with your friends.

you felt hazed out and tipsy as you uncapped your water bottle before taking a sip.

all your tipsy self could think about was Javí, it was 1 AM and you knew he was awake and on stand-by for you.

your vision was blurry because of the alcohol as you open his contact, dialing him on the phone. you hear the phone ring momentarily before connecting.

“everything good, princesa?”

“mmhmm, i misss you javí” you slurred out.

“how drunk are you, neña?” his tone was caring, making your overwhelmed tipsy body run a cold shiver through your spine.

“s’only tipsyy—amor?” you respond before calling out to him, more like whining out to him.

“dime pequeña” the way his voice sounded so caring, yet stern, made your body quiver and breath hitch.

the alcohol was definitely assisting your mind in fogging it with only one thought; Javíer.

“come pick me up—s’wanna go home to youu” you plead with a slight moan, the alcohol was definitely getting the best of you.

“i’ll be there in 15 minutes, get ready.”

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Javí was not an idiot, he could hear the neediness in your tone.

after being together for 5 years, Javí always knew the second his poor girl had one too many drinks and wanted to run home to her man.

which is how you always ended up with you stuffed so full of Javíer’s thick cock after a night out.

Javíer practically sped through the semi-empty midnight streets, definitely not driving the speed limit.

soon enough he was outside the club venue, sending you a message that he was outside. Javíer couldn’t find close parking, so he parked the car farther down the empty street.

you were inside, hugging your friend's goodbye, grabbing your purse before they walked you to the front of the club door.

you opened the door and there he was, the man you had been longing for the whole night. he was standing there under the streetlight with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

he had his light blue button up hugging his chest and muscular arms as it was tucked into his jeans, his belt holding his pants perfectly.

you took him in as you step towards him as he puffed on his cigarette while his eyes traveled down your body.

Javíer took in the way your tits were accentuated through your small green top, your skirt stopped just at your upper thigh as your entire legs were on display, and your pumps gave you a taller stance than your natural one.

you still were not enough to compare to his tall and built frame.

Javí steps closer once you were just a foot away from him, your face meeting his broad chest “real dolled up, huh?” he mutters under his breath, lifting two fingers to grasp your chin; making you look up at him.

you felt your voice caught in your throat as you felt your heat begin to pool into your panties. the breeze from the cold night air, lifting the blimps of your skin.

“c’mon pequeña, i parked the car a little down” Javí instinctively wraps his arm around your lower waist, his hand ghosting over your ass.

you didn’t realize how he was sizing up your skirt with his hand, seeing how close he was to that pretty pussy over your little skirt.

you both made your way down the dark street; the night sky being illuminated by the full moon that was bleeding bright tonight as you both walked past dim streetlights.

you pass a couple empty parked cars; the streets empty with no one in view.

you walked down with Javíer having a tight grasp on your waist made your mind run wild in a pure lustful frenzy.

you see Javí’s truck come into view, recognizing the big black vehicle from a few feet away.

“so did you have fun, princesa?” he begins to ask you about your night as the arm that was wrapped around you loosens. he took your purse from your arm before proceeding to unlock the door.

“was’good babyy, i danced a good bit with my friends after i finished my two drinkss” you slightly slurred out as your vision regained its focus but feeling the buzz still tingle up your body.

he opened the passenger door for you as he set your purse down inside the car.

all you heard from Javí was an almost inaudible hum from his lips as you go to step into the passenger seat…. or at least you tried.

Javíer immediately made your body fumble over into the passenger seat, bending over with one knee on the seat and your other foot down onto the pedestal below his truck, holding your balance.

“Ja-Javí?” you were slightly taken aback by the way he grabbed you, but you weren’t complaining as him manhandling you completely had your panties glued to your slit by your own arousal.

“i bet all the men in there enjoyed the little show you gave them” his tone was husky and cold as you felt his back against yours as his thick cool buckle brushed against the back of your exposed thighs.

“I-no—I wasn’t” you began to whine out, your ass squirming a little and bumping up against his belt buckle more.

“hm neña? I couldn’t hear you.” you felt his cold hands flip your skirt up, fondling and gripping the flesh as more midnight breeze pushed against your skin.

you were facing forward, only seeing the complete inside of his car and empty driver seat.

but you could completely feel Javíer behind you.

you looked back at him causing your body to arch down a bit more, completely exposing your seeped through panties. you’ve never felt so exposed before.

here you were, bent over Javí’s truck with your ass completely exposed for public display as the car door wasn’t shut at all.

the only coverage being the open car-door from the side; creating a makeshift shield from one angle as the other had a perfect view for anyone to see the way Javíer was going to fuck you.

“tan’ mojada pequeña, porque?”

you felt his hands run up and down your clothed slit, pushing the wet fabric against your pussy causing a temporary bubbly friction as you felt the pressure of his two fingers.

you let out a pathetic whimper as you lean yourself more forward, trying your hardest to focus on your balance.

“fuckin’ answer me when I'm talking to you!”

he ordered, his tone was harsh and guttural causing a chill to run up your body which was immediately followed by a jump as Javíer’s hand landed a dour smack onto the exposed flesh of your ass.

“you! s’all because of you!” you yelp out as you wiggle your ass excitingly.

“oh so, my slut does know how to speak” he mocked out, his tone pitying you.

“m’sorry Javí—no volverá pasar!” your voice velveted out as you pleaded, your legs quivering with each blow of nature’s breeze.

“mí neña tan linda, always wanting to go out in such slutty outfits.” he cooed out, his hands finding the slim lining of your underwear right under your skirt.

you felt so small and filthy like this, your body subconsciously growing timid under the oozing pleasure he was igniting inside you and out of you, right here at the corner of an empty street, in a parked car.

he pulled down your panties, watching through the natural gloomed out lighting how your panties sticked to your pussy with your juices leaking down you.

“look at that pretty pussy” he coos lewdly, causing you to whine out as takes his middle and ring finger to circle around your soaked pussyhole.

“been needing you, Javí baby” you began to babble as he made you grow more antsy in bliss.

“only you! need you—please-oh fuck!” your babbles were interrupted by your own shriek as you felt a warm wet feeling take over the one cold and exposed feeling of your pussy.

Javíer began to fuck you with his tongue, wasting no time in attaching his lips to your dripping pussy; how could he? when it was crying for him.

you tried to keep your balance by gripping onto the headrest of the passenger seat as you felt his tongue run a long swipe along your juiced folds “oh fuck Javí!” you were too fucking horny to care about your loud moans possibly ringing through the silent street-night.

not for a single second did Javí pull away from your pussy, giving her all his attention.

Javíer sucked on your clit, rolling his tongue around it and your slits as the only words that fell from your lips was his name.

“oh my—Javí! oh my fuck!” you couldn’t help but croak out your moans at the immense pleasure you were feeling.

the way he had you was bringing you pure rapture at the taboo thought of someone possibly watching you two in the midnight.

you could feel your stomach erupt as your orgasm bubbled through the delicious open-mouthed licks coming from his beautiful tongue.

you felt the small hairs of his mustache friction against your clit causing your ass to push back into his face more while you cried out in ecstasy. you felt yourself grow closer to your climax.

Javíer kept up with the volume of your moans and pathetic whines.

his pace never halting as his hands went to grip your hips to keep your ass bent over and pussy exposed as he eats you out like he hasn’t fucking eaten in decades.

you felt your orgasm begin to build up, you were sure your nails were digging into the plush of the passenger seat material, creating crescents into the fabric.

your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell agape in vicious delight. you felt your orgasm flow through your body as he licked each trickling bead from your leaking pussy.

you felt satisfaction warp through your body as you look back at Javí.

you could barely see him as the moon shined right behind his head like a make-shift crown, for the only man; only man you allowed to ever take you like this, like a whore.

Javíer had been palming his painful hard-on through his now, unzipped jeans; only the crotch of his boxers for display through his unbuckled belt.

you began to wriggle your ass even more, slightly backing it to brush up against his clothed cock. you felt the cool metal buckle against your flesh again, colliding with the feeling of another indecent smack to your plushy ass.

you were still looking back at him as you let out euphoric sob through fucked out eyes.

“dime lo que quieres, mi amor”

Javíer husked out, licking his lips before massaging the tingling flesh of your ass. his voice returned to a low octave, still carrying a stern, but no longer harsh demeanor.

“i need you to fuck me Javí!”

that was all he needed to hear to have him slipping his boxers low enough to pull out his thick erection, standing flavorful and tall.

Javíer pumped himself softly before aligning himself with your glistening entrance.

Javí squeezed your hips softly, bringing you closer to him as he sinks his cock into your gushy pussy.

the second you feel his cock glide into with ease like always, your pussy always managing to snug him perfectly into you as the stretch convulsed your pussy.

“y’always feel like fuckin’ heaven, bebésita” Javíer hissed out as the feeling of your balmy and pulsing pussy, taking him like you were made for him only.

“feels—feels so good amor! s’big!” you mewled out, your voice being fervent.

Javíer became the only thing you felt, engulfing your pussy and whole-being.

you felt him begin to slide in’n’out of you at a feverishly slow pace, making you feel every inch that smoothly drowned into each crevess of your insides.

just the feeling of Javí’s big thick cock had your breath caught in your chest, completely mind-bending as his soft slides turn into piquant thrusts in no time.

“mphm—díos mìo!” you cried out lecherously, you felt Javíer’s hand make its way up your semi-clothed back till it was entangled in your hair.

he doesn’t hesitate to pull on it, pulling your body up along the way and arching the position you were in more. you were sure your nails cut into the fabric of Javíer’s little truck.

Javíer’s savoring slow pace turned into pummeling thrusts. you could feel each bounce of your ass bounce off his hips as his hand tugged on your hair, inflaming a riveting pain in you.

his pace electrified with each little sob of his name that left your mouth, you could barely even speak as you tried to swallow back the drool that threaten to drip down the corner of your fucked out mouth.

“who’s slut are you, hm?” once again, his jarring tone and vulgarity came out.

“¡solo para ti! siempre para ti!” you chant , repeating it once more at another smack he landed on the now, strawberry flesh off your ass.

“eso bebèsita, all those men can look but, they can’t touch—isn’t that, right?” his question grunts out as his cock rams into you at a relishing speed.

your head was being tugged back as your body recoiled with every vigorous thrust from his snapping hips. your neck began to ache as you struggle to keep looking at him as his hand gripped your hair; unknowing if he can even see you but oh, he definitely can.

your eyes were squeezed shut as your mouth was completely agape, feeling wicked with the cock-dumb haze he put you in.

your body shook as Javíer completely ravished you.

“Javí—yes! fuck ya—” your pussy clenched around him with your fucked out babble.

“amás como te pongo, eh? letting me fuck you right’ere where anyone can see—que suciá.”

“for you—only—fuck—you!” your moans got more strangled out with each worship that left your mouth, his cock completely taking over your membrane; filling your pussy and mind with each hankering momentum.

his cock continued to plunge into you mercilessly, the sound of your each other’s skin slamming against each other with the small deep creaks coming from the moving truck.

Javíer was taking you viciously and relentlessly, his hand let go of the tug he had on your hair before finding its way around your neck, squeezing ever-so slightly.

all he wishes was to be able to be there with you, every single time you go out, but his job took so much time away from his personal life; it infuriated him, especially today when he seen those little pictures you sent him.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, he knew how much you loved him, but it was the people.

he wishes he could keep you like his gun, tucked away and only accessible to him.

you felt his cock pistol into you at a deeper angle, feeling his tip flutter against your cervix causing your tummy to swell in rapture. you weren’t even sure if you were still breathing at this point, only rigid cries and moans leaving your lips.

“please javí! please! s’much—too much!” you could feel your stomach bubble up immense pleasure and overstimulating pain as your walls flared and fluttered around his thick cock as your second orgasm begins to enthrall your body.

“now now, y’can handle the club—you can handle this dick, isn’t that right pequeña?” Javíer hissed and heaved out roughly as he feels his own climax approach him.

he still doesn't stop his hips from hauling into yours as he leans himself down, splaying his clothed chest against your back. you felt his free hand go up through your torso till he found his way to your titties, squeezing each one through your top.

you felt the way his callous big hands burned onto your chest and neck, now feeling hot on your sweating skin. your bodies rocked against each other as you both indulged in thrilling pleasure.

you felt the brim of your climax get closer to shooting through and out your body, pussy clenching once more around Javíer’s coated cock “ándale neña, dámelo” he coos breathlessly as his hips begin to stutter down into a flux pace.

the empty streets echoed with noises of your nefarious act.

you would be damned the minute anyone was to see two of you.

just the unholy thought of someone possibly watching the two of you. the way he had you like this; in a completely immorally beautiful position was enough to have your body skyrocket.

the intense wave that crashed through you as your cries croak out into silence, only now hearing Javíer’s deep groans and grunts in your ear as the grip he has on your throat tightens softly.

he began to reach his own climax as you felt him twitch inside your fluttering walls, milking him through his orgasm completely. your bodies completely melted into each other as you both became breathless together.

you felt the way his load creamed into you, coating your walls and filling you up with his creamy cum as he watches the mix of both your pulpy moisture drip out of your swollen hole.

you were seeing stars as your eyes were squeeze shut as the slight cut-off of oxygen had your mind-boggled and feeling febrile.

the second Javíer feels you turn into mush under him while in his embrace. he immediately pulls out, reality setting him out of his lust possessed-like trance.

he tucks himself away after hiking up your panties and pulling down your skirt. he reached over for his jacket that was in the driver's seat, sprawling it over your lap after he flipped you over; helping your sore and fucked-out self sit.

he immediately checked around to see if anyone had been watching before shutting your passenger door and making his way to sit in the driver’s seat.

he leaned over into you, placing a passionate kiss on your lips as his warm hand caresses your cheek before pulling away, still leaned in close to your lips.

“lo que pasára pequeña, if you wear these tiny mini skirts without around me”

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The Story of Us

Last Kiss (pt.1)

I don't know what posessed me to write something sad but here it is.

(Update: I turned this into a series!)

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Words: 1.8k+

Warnings: starts with fluff, then angst, heartbreak

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Looking back, would you have done anything different if you'd known it was your last kiss? Would you have savored the feeling of his warm, plush lips against yours? The scratch of his mustache against your face. Would you have inhaled a little deeper, bathing in the scent of his smell, and committed it to memory? Looked longer into his soft, warm eyes and memorized the molasses swirl of his irises. Would you have stayed in bed those extra few minutes in the arms of the man you were falling in love with?

Yes, you would have.

But you didn’t know it was your last kiss.

Morning light filters in through the crack between your curtains, coaxing you awake. As you gain consciousness, the feeling of Javier's warm body intertwined with yours underneath the sheets brings a content smile to your face.

His soft, sleeping breath tickles the back of your neck through your hair, and his arms engulf you. One under your head where you rest in the crook of his arm and the other draped across you, splayed across the soft skin of your stomach.

The time on the alarm clock perched upon your desk blinks at 6:57 am. You reach an arm over to turn off the alarm that would go off 3 minutes later.

You roll gently in Javi's grasp to kiss him awake. He smiles against your lips.

His warm mahogany eyes meet yours.

"Good morning, sweet girl," he purrs in a sleep-laden voice, deeper and grumblier than usual.

"Good morning," you repeat.

The morning unfolds like most others throughout your time together over the last few months, during which he's been staying the night at your place more and more.

You shower before Javi, then take your time getting ready for work while he takes his turn showering clean.

He exits the bathroom, steam unfurling behind him and hair dripping wet as he pads across the room with a towel around his waist. His golden skin glistens, and you can't help but stare as he slips into clothes.

Soon after, both of you prepare a quick breakfast in your small kitchen, then scarf down the eggs and buttered toast with cups of coffee you refill twice before finishing.

You can't help but smile at the domesticity of it all. The way you two have grown so close so fast. It feels so natural to have him in your space.

As you tilt the coffee cup to your lips to finish the last sip, it dribbles down the side of the mug and splashes an ugly brown stain onto your work blouse.

"Shit," you curse, checking your watch and seeing the time.

Javi's eyes meet yours overtop the newspaper he'd been reading with a concerned look.

"I don't have time for this," you say, pushing up from the table and quickly walking back into your room to change.

"I can't be late this morning," you complain to Javi across your home as you duck into your closet and scramble out of your stained shirt into a new one. "I'm leading the team meeting with the project developers for the first time, and being late is not a good look."

You rush back into the kitchen in your new shirt, tucking it into your dress pants as you dash toward the kitchen table to remove your mess from breakfast.

Javi stands and waves you away. "Don't worry about this; I've got it," he assures you as he gathers the dirty dishes and begins rinsing them off in the sink.

"Thank you, baby," you say as you shove your possessions into your briefcase across the room and hurriedly slip into your work shoes by the front door.

Normally, you'd run across the room, kiss him goodbye, and hold him close before forcing yourself to peel away from his grasp to continue your day.

You look down at your watch, contemplating, but you don't have time this morning.

"Go, baby," he smiles at you and nods toward the door while still working over the sink, "I'll see you when you get back."

"Okay, okay, I'm going." You relent and grab your keys to rush out the door.

"Knock 'em dead, Hermosa," he calls to you just before you close the door.

"You know it," you reply before sprinting to your car and speeding to work.

---

Javi finishes cleaning up breakfast and gathers his things to head into the office to meet his partner Steve and interrogate their latest catch about Pablo's whereabouts or other helpful information.

The job is tough, and there have been many hard days and terrible accidents, but having you in his life makes things bearable. He leaves behind violence and betrayal for a beautiful girl full of life and joy. Your innocence is unmarred by the world's cruelty, like a beacon of light in his life.

But today, that reality shatters. He can never really leave it behind.

Work follows him home; today, it had followed him to yours.

Javier slips through your front door, silently cursing you for not locking the door behind you again as you rush to work. He makes sure to lock the deadbolt for good measure.

He slips into his car and works to situate his pair of sunglasses on his face to deflect the early morning sun. Then, he starts the engine and checks his rearview mirror to look behind him before backing out onto the street.

His blood runs cold, and his heart begins to sprint in fear. But not for himself.

He immediately notices the car parked along the road on the opposite side of the street, several houses down. It was so out of place in your peaceful, beautiful neighborhood. Its exterior, marred by bullet holes, which have been poorly patched and haphazardly painted over, makes it stick out like a sore thumb.

His eyes, hidden beneath the darkness of his sunglasses, flicker to the men inside the car. Two rough-looking individuals pretend not to be watching as he pulls out of your driveway.

He calms his rapid breathing and attempts to settle his wildly beating heart as he pulls away from your house, and they follow. Good. They're here for him, not you.

He drives to the station, fists white-knuckling the steering wheel the entire way there, even after his watchmen disappear down a side street when they realize he's only heading to work.

He moves through the entire day like a ghost. Never fully present. Anxiety is like electricity in his veins, and fear becomes a yawning pit in his stomach to the point of nausea. But he's not scared for himself. He's scared for you.

---

When you get off work and pull into your driveway at the end of a long day, Javier waits for you on your front porch, still in his work clothes and tactical vest.

Weird, you think, he usually peels away his vest, guns, and badges when he comes over, eager to strip away the reminders of his harsh job.

You're smiling when you park the car and walk to greet him, but your brows crease in confusion, and your mouth opens to ask what's wrong when you see the expression on his face.

Javier meets you at the bottom steps of your porch, his expression unlike anything you've ever seen. The light behind his eyes is gone; they've become cold and dark. His jaw clenches, and he steps away from your outstretched arms.

Your stomach drops.

You can barely register what he's saying.

---

"I'm sorry," he continues. "But I don't think this is a good idea anymore. Us, I- I can't do it."

"Javi," you say, voice quivering with emotion and hurt, "did I do something wrong? Please, please tell me what's going on."

The hurt and confusion on your face nearly brings him to his knees. He'd never wanted to make you feel this way, his sweet girl.

But he should've known better.

He needs to break things off fast and hard. The longer he stands here before you, the more likely he is to break. The more likely he is to keep you for himself. The more likely he is to continue selfishly pulling you into a world of violence, danger, cartels, and terrorism.

But because he loves you, he must let you go.

"There's no place for you in my world," he says coldly. Finally. “I don’t want you here.” The words burn his throat like acid, and his stomach rolls with despair.

It's like a slap to the face and a knife to the gut. He can see it in your eyes.

His words hit their mark just like he'd known they would.

 You are strong; he knows this. He knows you won't beg to have someone in your life if they don't want to be there. Even though, in this instance, he wishes you would. It would likely be his breaking point, and he couldn't go through with leaving you.

But you don't beg.

So, he leaves you and walks to his car, packed with his toothbrush, pajamas, and other miscellaneous belongings once scattered across your home. Evidence that he cared about you. Proof that you meant something to him. Evidence that you were his weakness, which someone evil would eventually exploit.

Javi walks away, not because he wants to, but because he has to. To keep you safe.

The monster he'd become if something ever happened to you is something he would never recover from.

He pulls out of your driveway. Leaving you standing in shock and with a broken heart as he drives away.

He knows he's done the right thing when he checks his rearview mirror and sees the same watchmen following him out of the neighborhood. No matter how bad it hurts, keeping you is not worth the cost of your life.

---

Days turn into weeks, and those into months. Your sheets no longer smell of Javier, his warm, intoxicating scent you hadn’t had enough time to be able to describe. Proof of his existence no longer litters your home. No toothbrush next to yours, no badge discarded on his bedside table, and no work boots cluttered next to the door.

A week later, you had found a lighter lost between your couch cushions. No doubt it was his; you don’t smoke. Against your better judgment, you didn’t throw it away. Instead, you tucked it away into a drawer in your bedroom only to pull out on the days you missed him most. Pathetically, it’s the last thing you have of him—the only shred of proof that he was ever here, happy in your home.

As time passes and no contact is made, the details of your time together blur.

He’d left so abruptly, and that day replays in your mind often—the pain, hurt, and heartbreak.

You wish you’d done something different; ideas of how you could have saved the relationship from ruin plague your thoughts. Most of all, you wish you could remember your last kiss.

But maybe it's for the best that you don’t. It would only add to the heaviness in your heart if you could remember the details of the man you’d loved. Maybe it's easier this way. To have forgotten.

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You and Pedro are secretly dating and teasing the fans pt 2...

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Bridgerton/Pride and Prejudice coded - Javier Peña

I'm seriously starting to believe that the first chapter will be out in a week or two.

Listen, Javier Peña as a lord in Regency England is too much for my delulu mind and I freaking love it. Thanks for all of you again! ❤️

Just a little warning: it will be a slow burn. I don't want to rush it because it's still set in the Regency era.

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All We Are

Character(s): Javier Peña, Reader (female, second person POV) Summary: You and Javier have history and have been in this endless cycle for years, always trying to “one-up” each other, but what happens after a night of steamy, dirty sex that the truth finally comes out? Word Count: 4,324 Author's Note: This is my first time writing Javier Peña, so apologies in advanced if I don’t get the characterization down from the get-go. I hope you all enjoy this story. This one-shot has been on my mind for a while now. (disclaimer: i'm also not fluent in Spanish, so if there are any incorrect words or anything, please let me know!) Warning: smut incoming🥵 (oh, and angst too)

Javier was sitting at the bar, visibly stressed with his tie loosened around his neck and his blazer draped over the back of his seat. Being part of the DEA whose sole focus was on capturing Pablo Escobar was tiring; it felt like no matter what he and his team did, Pablo was always ten steps ahead of them.��

By now, he would have probably been with some other woman whose name he wouldn’t bother learning, but when he heard that you were in Bogotá to cover a story for the ongoing drug war, Javier knew he couldn’t resist. 

He needed you. 

As much as you needed him. 

You and Javier met long before he was sent to Colombia. There was so much history between the both of you; meeting when he was first starting out in the Drug Enforcement Administration and you, an aspiring journalist focused on foreign affairs. 

While you two shared plenty of secrets and plenty of vulnerable moments, there were way more endless nights filled with an insane amount of sex. It had become a routine, a cycle, that you both would be at each other’s disposal. When the job would get too stressful, you would call each other to alleviate the stress, to be a distraction from reality. 

Neither you or Javier minded. It was a mutual, unspoken agreement that you both had come to terms with. It worked. For a long time, it worked. However, as you both became more successful, you realized just how similar you both were. Always trying to be better than the other, thinking that this was all some sort of game. 

If you had written a successful story, Javier would be right there to tell you of the accomplishments he achieved so far. 

If Javier scored a big bust after many late nights, you would be right there to tell him that you were working on something that would be even bigger. 

Neither of you knew when the dynamic shifted, but it always kept you both on each other’s toes. It was almost as if you were both pushing each other to be better, to be more successful, in a way where it seemed like it was a competition. 

And sex? Well, that was a different game entirely. After having sex with each other, you both would take note of the marks, the scratches, the bruises that you both had left each other. 

And tonight, you were going to meet Javier at a bar. You knew exactly how tonight was going to go and you were excited. Smug, even, to talk to him and tell him how excited you were to be covering the Pablo Escobar drug war that he was a part of. 

At the corner of his eye, Javier noticed the door to the bar swinging open. He looked up and noticed you immediately. It had been too long and he let a smirk line his lips as his eyes obviously raked your entire frame, taking note of the tight, black dress that stopped just right above your knee. He had to wonder if you wore this specifically for him. 

When your eyes met his, Javier watched as you smiled so big that for a moment, he forgot where he was and what was bothering him. He hadn’t ever thought of settling down after his most recent failed relationship where he left another woman at the altar. Part of him would blame it on the snowstorm that prevented him from getting to his wedding, but another part of him — a part that he wouldn’t admit — knew that that woman wasn’t the one he wanted, wasn’t the one he loved. 

“Agent Peña,” you grinned, draping your coat over the back of the vacant chair next to him. 

“Mm, siempre hermosa,” he winked, making it completely obvious that he was checking you out. Javier stood from his seat, wrapping a single arm around your waist. You leaned into him instantly, inhaling his scent and letting out a quiet sigh. God it had been too long. When he kissed your temple, you leaned into him further, biting your lower lip. 

“Already starting with that, huh?” you teased, pulling away from him slowly. 

“What?” Javier smiled innocently, his head tilting as he stared directly into your eyes. 

“Oh, stop,” you rolled your eyes. “You know what that does to me.”

“What does it do to you, cariño?” Javier whispered. 

Biting your lower lip, you gently pushed him away and shook your head. “Oh no. You’re not gonna get me squirming first.”

“Hm, you sure about that?” 

“Positive. Now, you’re buying me a drink.”

Javier chuckled, pulling away from you and raising a hand in the air to get the bartender’s attention. You ordered your drink and sat down next to him, turning to face him as he leaned against the counter of the bar.

“So, Bogotá, huh?” Javier asked, bringing his drink to his lips. 

“What can I say? Pablo Escobar is definitely gaining a lot of attention and you know me,” you smiled. “I like to follow the chaos.”

“Or you like to follow me,” Javier quipped. 

“Damn,” you chuckled. “You must not be getting laid if you’re already flirting with me,” you teased.

Javier rolled his eyes. “I get plenty.”

“Hm, doesn’t seem like it.” You winked.

The bartender set your drink down in front of you and you smiled, “Gracias.” 

Javier looked over at you, arching a brow. “Look at you, already speaking Spanish.”

“I’m trying,” you replied. “You never were a good teacher.”

“You were hard to teach.”

“You didn’t have the patience.”

Javier smirked, “You were a distraction.”

You rolled your eyes. “You couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”

“And you didn’t do anything about it,” he replied quickly. Javier downed his drink and set it down on the counter, leaning forward so that his lips were resting near your ear. In this space, Javier could smell your perfume; it was intoxicating and brought him back so many wonderful memories. 

You could feel his breath hot against your ear and when he whispered, quietly with a husky tone, you felt yourself slowly breaking. 

“Te extrañé,” Javier whispered. 

You pulled back enough to look up at him. Big, brown eyes were staring back at you and in that moment, everyone else disappeared. All that mattered was the man in front of you, the man you had been in love with for so many years. 

Javier ran his tongue across his lower lip, looking into your eyes. Mere inches separated from your lips touching his and quietly, you asked, “What’s that mean?”

Javier smiled. “Means I missed you.” 

For a brief second, you faltered. You felt your stomach do flips, a pink-colored hue slowly appearing on your cheeks. You looked at him with soft eyes and gently pulled on his tie, bringing him closer to you. 

“Been a while since you had sex, huh?” You whispered, gently brushing your lips against his. For a moment, he thought he had seen something different in your eyes, in your features, that maybe you loved him as much as he loved you too. 

Instead, Javier growled. A switch flipped in his mind and he cupped your neck, pulling you closer. He took this chance to gently nip at your lower lip, hearing you quietly whimper. 

“After all this time and yet you still don’t listen?” Javier asked. 

You looked up at him, trying to feign innocence with your eyes. “Maybe I need a reminder.”

Javier grinned, “Ay, chica mala.”

Javier speaking Spanish would always do things to you that you had no control over. It was like you melted into a puddle, a sudden willingness to do whatever he wanted. Gently, you pecked his lips, missing the way his lips felt as it brought you back to the sleepless nights you shared with each other. 

Javier pulled back enough to look at you, his hand dropping from your neck and back to his side. While he had plenty of sex since he had been here in Bogotá, it just never compared to you. No other woman had ever compared to you.

“We should slow down,” you teased. “I barely touched my drink.”

“Catch up then,” Javier smirked, ordering himself another drink.

Three drinks and two hours later, you and Javier were laughing, touching each other whenever either of you had the chance, and truthfully, it felt like no time had passed. It was like picking up where you both left off. 

“So, Pablo Escobar… Seems like he’s giving you guys trouble.”

Javier sighed. “I don’t want to talk about work.”

You nodded in understanding. “Are you taking care of yourself though?” 

He bit the inside of his cheek. Only you would know how much this would take a toll on him. “I’m managing.” 

“Hm,” you replied. “I’m taking that as a no.”

“I’ll be fine, cariño.” 

“Well, I’m here for about two months,” you said. 

“Oh?” Javier asked, sipping his drink. 

“Yes,” you answered. “Don’t look so excited,” you teased.

Javier chuckled. “I am excited. I like being with you.”

Again, you felt your stomach do flips. You felt a blush creep up along your neck to your cheeks. “Me too. I did miss you, you know.”

“Really?” Javier asked. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Oh please, you were busy too.”

“Phone works both ways, baby.”

You sighed. He was right. There were so many missed calls from him and you just never had the chance to give him a call back and even when you did, he was never available and you never bothered to leave a message. You just assumed he had his mind elsewhere. 

You didn’t respond. Instead, you downed your drink and stood from your chair. You looked over at the dance floor, wanting to quickly change the subject. Javier followed your eyes and tightened his jaw; it hurt him when you never returned his calls since it made him wonder if the feelings he had for you were only one-sided. 

“Wanna dance?” You asked.

“I don’t dance.”

“That’s a lie. I know those hips can move.”

“Oh, yes you do,” he winked. 

“Come on.” You grabbed his hand, gently tugging him with you to the dance floor.

“One dance,” he said. “You’re lucky I like you.” 

“Lucky me,” you grinned. 

The music blasted throughout the bar and there were so many bodies moving with the beat that no one was paying attention to either you or Javier. So, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you felt his arms wrap around your waist, bringing you flush against him. The music was upbeat, but you and Javier were slowly swaying with each other, bodies so close that there was no inch of space between the both of you. 

You looked into his eyes. This felt like home to you. Javier felt like home to you. 

Javier kept his eyes focused on you. Feeling your body against his with your eyes staring into his, he felt calm, at peace, without any stressors weighing on his shoulders. You made every concern and worry disappear and Javier found himself wanting to hold onto it, onto you, as long as he could. 

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked, standing on your toes to whisper in his ear. 

Javier pulled back. He looked down at you and grinned, deciding to turn it back to you and tease you. “You’re not getting laid back home?”

You rolled your eyes, gently pushing him away. “Take me back to your place.”

—

Once the door shut to Javier’s apartment, he pulled you into his arms, gently backing you up against the wall. He looked down at you and growled lowly, pressing his lips instantly to yours. He groaned, his hands moving to your hips as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. Immediately, you moved your lips with his, parting them just slightly to let out a quiet moan when you felt one of his hands move to grasp your backside.

Javier pulled away to move his lips along your jawline and down to the side of your neck. He gently bit down on your skin, sucking on it afterwards as he used both hands to pick you up, feeling your legs wrap around his waist. He continued kissing and marking along your neck as he walked towards his bedroom. Your moans filtered his apartment and it sounded like music to Javier’s ears. 

Gently, he tossed you onto his mattress. You let out a quiet squeal of surprise before looking up at him, noticing the center of pants and the growing bulge beneath it. Biting your lower lip, you kicked off your heels and stood from his bed, grabbing the end of his tie roughly. 

Javier grinned. “Mm, baby.”

You nodded, gently shoving him onto his back. You watched him fall back onto his mattress and before he could even get up, you straddled his waist, lifting your dress above your hips to reveal the lacy, black thong. Rolling your hips, you felt his bulge firmly against your clothed sex. You looked down at him, removing his tie and beginning to unbutton his shirt impatiently. 

Normally, Javier would like to fight you for dominance, but seeing you like this after so long, he couldn’t help but just lie there and take it. It felt so good to have your hands running along his frame, your lips nipping at his skin along his neck, and your hips rolling against him. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling your teeth run along his jawline as your fingertips lightly dragged down the front of his chest. “Stop teasing me, baby and just fuck me already.”

“Can I get a please?” 

Javier growled. He shook his head and rolled you over onto your back. He settled himself between your legs and looked down at you. Your hair splayed on his sheets and your lips were swollen from the intense kisses you both shared. He also noticed the markings his lips left along your neck and he smiled to himself.

“If anyone’s begging, baby, it’s gonna be you.” Javier pulled his shirt from his body and unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down to his legs and kicking them to the side. As his member stood erect, he pulled your panties roughly down your pants and ripped your dress apart in two. When he realized you hadn’t worn a bra and your breasts spilled out, greeting him almost invitingly, Javier felt like he could have reached his high right there. 

You had worn this dress just for him. 

“Javi, please…” 

Javier grinned. He grasped his member, bringing his tip to align with your opening. Gently, he ran his tip along the length of your sex, watching you closely as your eyes fell shut and your hands gripped his sheets. He was teasing you, like he always had, but he felt himself losing his resolve. Javier gently pushed his tip past your folds, moaning quietly to himself.

“Javier…” you whimpered, opening your eyes to look up at him. “Just take me, please!” 

“That’s my girl,” Javier smirked. He pushed himself even further, letting out a loud moan at the feel of your walls making way for his girth and size. Javier missed this, missed you. He didn’t move for a few seconds, savoring the way your walls wrapped tightly around his length and the way your legs wrapped around his waist. No other woman could ever compare to you, he thought. 

Slowly, Javier moved his hips, pushing in and out of you at a slow pace. He moved one hand to move your hair away from your face, watching as you leaned against his touch. Your eyes looked up at him as he continued to move. Your moans mixed with his and you both kept eye contact. It was so intimate, so different than what you were both used to. 

“Told you those hips can move,” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek as he delivered a sharp thrust that elicited a loud moan from you.

Javier chuckled, gently placing a soft kiss on your lips. He pulled away from you, immediately feeling your tightness around him. You whimpered, missing the feel of him filling you up. 

Before you could protest, Javier pulled you roughly to the edge of the bed. He stood up and aligned himself back to your folds, snapping his hips against yours. He grasped your hips tightly, his fingertips digging into your skin as he continued to push in and out of you at a quick pace. 

You moaned aloud, keeping your legs spread open for him. With each thrust, Javier was bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your climax. You could feel yourself slowly come undone and the feeling was intense that you tried to pull away from him, to make him slow down, but Javier knew it was coming. 

He knew you were close. 

So he pulled out and turned you around, making you stand on all fours. With your backside in the air, Javier grasped your hips and slid back into you. He groaned aloud, moving one hand to your shoulder as the other hand connected with your backside, leaving a red imprint of Javier’s hand. 

You let out a loud moan, pushing back against him eagerly as your hands gripped the sheets so tight that your knuckles had turned white. 

“Javier!” You moaned, feeling his hips continuously snap against yours. The sounds of your moans mixed in with the sounds of flesh slapping against each other filtered his room. He slapped your ass again, stopping his movements to watch you bounce back against him. 

Javier growled at the sight of you and watched as you looked at him from over your shoulder. He gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back against him as his hips took a chaotic and rhythmic pace. He was close too and he could tell that you were waiting for him to reach his high first. 

“Come for me, cariño,” he groaned. Javier reached around, gently rubbing your bundle of nerves as his hips continued to slam into yours. 

That was all it took. With one circular motion on your bud mixed with Javier’s thrusts and the feeling of his member filling you up completely made you reach your high. You let out a loud moan, pushing back against him as your body trembled and your orgasm reached its ultimate high. 

Javier didn’t falter though. He continued to push against you, slapping your backside once more. He growled to himself, feeling your walls tighten even further around his member, wrapping tightly in a vice. Your walls milked him with each thrust and Javier felt himself nearing closer and closer to the edge. With one hard thrust, he pulled back out and slowly released along your lower back. His body shook too; the only time he had ever reached his climax like this was whenever he had sex with you. 

You both were breathing heavily and Javier had grabbed a towel to wipe his release off of you. Once he cleaned you up, you moved to lie on your back. His eyes raked over your bare frame, licking his lips. 

“Wow,” you smiled, gently tugging on his arm to pull you down next to him. 

“You wanna take back what you said about me not having enough sex?”

You shrugged, “Eh.”

Javier chuckled, pulling you into his arms. He grabbed his blanket and draped it over both your bodies. Gently, he leaned down to peck your lips. 

“So, two months you’ll be here?”

“With a possibility for a longer stay.”

Javier arched his brow. “Oh yeah?” 

“It’s a possibility.” 

“Good,” he said. “Good.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Just want to make sure we can do that again.” 

You smiled. “Oh, we’re definitely doing that again.”

—

Two months had passed since you arrived in Bogotá and mostly every night, you spent with Javier. Your relationship with the man shifted and you weren’t sure when it happened, but it started to feel like you were both now in a committed relationship without putting a label on it. When you or Javier weren’t working, you would be spending it with each other. Part of you wanted to believe that it was because you were on borrowed time and eventually, you would be going back home to the states. But, another part of you wanted to believe that Javier truly felt the way you did. 

“I thought you could extend your stay,” Javier said, watching you pack your bags.

“I tried,” you replied. “The story’s changed. The attention is elsewhere now.” 

“Are you kidding?” He asked, lighting another cigarette. “We still haven’t caught Escobar!”

“I know, Javi…” you sighed, looking over at him. “But who knows how long that will take…”

“It’ll take as long as it does! We’re getting somewhere. We have more intel and–”

“Javier,” you stopped packing for a moment to walk over to him. He was shirtless, the Bogotá weather calling for as little clothes as possible whenever you both were home. “I’ll be back.”

“Right.” He sighed, shaking his head. “You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are, cariño!” Javier exclaimed, not realizing how loud his voice had gotten. “These past two months were just a distraction, a way for the both of us to forget the reality of what’s going on in the world, right?” 

“You don’t believe that, do you?”

“That’s all we are to each other, isn’t it?” He replied, looking at you. Long gone was the soft look he had in his eyes whenever he looked at you. Instead, it was replaced with a look of hurt, a look of betrayal, and you could see the walls slowly building around him, around his heart. 

“That’s not true.”

“It is, though.” Javier shook his head. “It’s what worked for us all these years… Being at each other’s disposal, using each other to forget the shitty things we have to deal with at work.” 

Tears filled your eyes. Maybe he didn’t love you like you thought. “Stop,” you whispered. “Just stop.”

“Me?” He asked, letting out a puff of smoke. “You’re the one leaving!” 

“I have to!” 

“No, you don’t!”

“Javier,” you sighed. “It’s my job. I don’t want to leave, but I have to…”

He scoffed. “You always put work first.”

Widening your eyes, you grabbed his cigarette and put it out on the ashtray on his nightstand. “Are you kidding me right now?” 

“It’s true. Ever since we met, you were always so focused on–”

“You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Javier tightened his jaw. “I know, but–”

“No, no buts. I have given you every chance to make this more than what it is,” you admitted. “I put myself at your disposal, hoping one day you’ll notice that I want you more than just some fuck buddy!” 

His eyes softened. He furrowed a brow. Javier never noticed. “Cariño, I–”

“No. Do you know how I felt when you got engaged to Lorraine?”

Javier shook his head. “I didn’t know,” he answered. “I didn’t know that you–”

“That’s because you were so focused on everyone and everything else but me! Because you knew that no matter what, I would always be there. I would never leave.” 

“And you did…”

“No, you did! You came here, to Bogotá!” 

“For work!” Javier immediately knew what you were implying, what you were getting at, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he sighed and stared up at you with apologetic eyes.

“Exactly, cariño.” You said, shaking your head. “So, don’t sit here and act like I’m the one who’s hurting you, who’s deciding to leave, because I have always stuck by your side. Even when it fucking hurt me.” 

You moved to your suitcase, continuing to pack. You could hear Javier shuffle behind you and you didn’t need to look over at him to know that he was probably pacing back and forth, thinking and pondering on what just happened. 

“You’ve never wanted more with me, Javi,” you whispered. “But you know what, maybe you’re right. Maybe this is all we are to each other. Maybe that’s why this works.”

Javier sighed and stopped pacing, moving to sit at the edge of his bed again. He glanced over at you, feeling his heart break as you continued to pack your things. The past two months had opened his eyes and shown him that the woman who kept him grounded and managed to ease away any stress or concern was you. 

But he didn’t have it in him to fight, to beg you to stay. 

“Maybe,” Javier replied. “Maybe that’s all we’ll ever be to each other.”

Your heart broke and when you looked over at him, tears filling your eyes, you knew that Javier didn’t mean it, didn’t believe it. 

But you didn’t have any more fight left in you to convince him otherwise. 

“Glad we’re on the same page,” you whispered, your voice shaky as you wiped away your tears. “Drop me off at the airport tomorrow morning?”

Javier sighed. His heart was breaking and he nodded, gently grabbing your hand to pull you into his arms. He hugged you tight, afraid to let you go as his forehead rested against your abdomen. 

You wrapped your arms around him, running your fingertips over his dark locks as you stood between his legs. 

“These past two months have been amazing,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. 

Javier nodded, pulling back to look up at you. “Gave me a glimpse of what life would be like with you.” 

“And what’s the verdict? You like it or no?”

He stood up and cupped your cheek. Staring into your eyes, Javier replied, “It’s the life I’ve always wanted.”

—

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[softstarlite]

The Casualty of Love

CHAPTER 4

Summary: He's back home. You have almost forgotten how warm his eyes were and how big your crush for him was.

Warnings: Age gap (Javi is 40 and reader is 27), dry humping, kissing, mentions of mental health, mild insecurity from reader, cockblocking. (let me know if I left out any warnings)

Rating: +18 (a little explicit)

Word Count: 2k

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Masterlist

A/N: Here's chapter 4 guys!! Hope you enjoy it. None of my work is beta read, so there might be some mistakes or things like that. Remember that english isn't my first language; feel free to help me improve but always been kind.

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Javier makes his way through the backyard to where his dad is; before talking, he takes a deep breath “Pops, i'm heading out” the fingers on the hand by his side fidgeting.

“Already Javier? You haven't lasted even two hours this time…” Chucho sighs while putting the plate of barbacued chicken down.

“Yeah, pops, you know I hate these things…” he says, not meeting Chucho´s eyes.

“You didn't seem to be having the worst of times in there” Chucho points to the house with his head.

At Chucho´s comment, anxiety takes control over Javier´s body; maybe his dad did see something, what if he was too lost in your beautiful eyes and lips to notice?

“You both always knew how to comfort each other” Chucho continues after the lack of speaking from Javier “She always knew that you needed to get away from crowds at these things, so when you eventually disappeared, she just would lie to your mama and Maria, saying that you were at the bathroom or something else that would make them not come looking for you”

“Well, it seems we´ve spent way too long apart” Chucho observes that Javi´s feet have started to fidget and he worries “You think someone could drive you later? I wouldn't want to stop your fun” Javier´s eyes finally meet Chucho´s, making his dad even worry more for him when he sees anxiety in them.

“Javier, is everything okay? I don't mind going home already if you´re not fine… it's not like they don't make one of these every week or two weeks” Chucho says, ready to get up from his chair and leave.

“No, no, pops i'm fine, just a little overwhelmed, that's it” he calms his dad, reaching a hand out to stop him from getting up.

“You sure?” Javi nods to reassure him “well then okay, i'll ask someone to give me a ride back later” he looks at Javi as serious as he can now “call Doña Lucia´s home phone if you need anything, the number is on the phone book that's in the kitchen, okay mijo?”

“Yes pops, i will if i need to” he pats Chucho´s shoulder once and then turns towards the fence door to go back towards the truck.

When Javi left the inside of the house at first fear took hold of your body, fear of rejection, fear of him avoiding you in regret of what could've happened if his dad had not come in. Soon that fear becomes anger, at him for just stomping out of the situation without acknowledgment, anger of you or the situation, or both for that matter.

As you said, you´re not a teeneager anymore, you´re not letting him do this, specially him; any other man would be a disappointment but they would just disappear from your life eventually, but him, even if you wanted to get him out of your life, which you think you would never want, it would never work, Chucho was your family and you would never abandon him and your mom was his family as well.

You hop off the kitchen counter, put the beer in your hand down, not caring even the slightest about it now, and go through the house towards the front door. You step out onto the front porch, your eyes survey the front of the house, searching for the truck you´ve known for many years now, through the sea of cars from the people who have come to the get together. As soon as you see it, you walk to it and see that no one is inside of it yet.

You know him, you know he's going to try to run from the situation, so he's going to come to the truck eventually. You lean into the driver's door, crossing your arms over your chest; right now you don't even care about the killing heat from the sun shooting straight at you from above or that your shoes are forgotten somewhere in the backyard.

Your mind goes through a million things you want to tell him when he comes but as soon as your ears pick up on the sound of the fence door by the side of the house, you are not sure what you want to tell him, insecurity hurts your chest. What if he was actually going to shove you back before Chucho came in instead of leaning in?

You can hear him curse when he sees you there leaning into his truck.

“Vampirita…” he says when he stops about two big strides from you, his tone pleading.

“No, don't vampirita me” you uncross your arms, letting them fall at your sides “you´re not running away from this, i'm not letting you”

He takes one stride towards you, but still he's not as close as you want him, as you need him “this,” he points at the air between you “can't happen”

A twinge of pain crosses your chest and one of your hands shoots to it like it could physically take it away “why not?” you know your eyes are already glossy, the fear of rejection you had before is now becoming a real thing. You feel like a little kid right now, and you're hating yourself for it.

“Because you…you are you and i'm me, cariño” he makes the attempt to touch you but he stops himself halfway.

You scoff “what an amazing argument Javier” you take a little step towards him, still leaving some distance between you two “I don't know if you´ve notice, but we are both consent adults”

“Trust me, cariño, i ́ve definitely noticed it'' his eyes can't help to run your body “that is the problem”

“Then…” you break the space between you both, your fingers caressing his upper arm “kiss me, please”

Please, you just said please, to him… Javier closes his eyes hard, feeling the cord of control inside of him tense more and more every second you stand there in front of him, your fingers touching him even over his white short sleeved button up.

“Javi…” he opens his eyes after hearing you “please…”

And just like that the cord of self control snaps; one of his hands goes straight to tangle into your hair, the other takes home in your lower back. His lips collide with yours; the sweetest honey he's ever had.

He kisses you like his life depends on it, it starts slow and sweet, but after a moment it becomes hungry. You open your mouth, an invitation to him, and he can't help but groan as his tongue meets yours.

He feels one of your hands fist the front of his button up by his stomach, the other palm flat in his chest, where his buttons are open.

Javier can't think of a moment that felt more in peace and right in his life, even if guilt was eating him from inside. He has kissed many people during his life but right now he felt like this was his first kiss ever.

You felt fire inside of you. You had thought about what kissing him would be like a million times since you were a teenager but no imagination would ever come close to how the real thing feels like. You feel his entire body pressed against yours, his warm hand on your lower back drawing you more into him, if it was possible; his desire for you reassured by the feeling of his bulge against you.

When his lips travel from your own lips to your jaw and then your neck, you can't help but let a soft moan out. As soon as it leaves your mouth you feel him slightly biting your pulse point. You pull at the curls on the nape of the back of his neck and your hips can't help to seek some friction to relieve the ache at your core; his thigh now in between your own two.

Just after the first roll of your hips, you both can hear your mother calling from you just from the other side of the front door of the house.

“Mija, are you in here?” she asks while pushing open the front door. You and Javier pull away from each other faster than you´ve ever moved before.

“Oh there you both are ¿Tu padre me dijo que se iba mijo? (your dad told me that you´re leaving son?)” she asks Javier when she´s in front of you; Javi hasn't turned around towards her yet, too afraid since the front of his jeans are tented still. Your mom looks between you two with a confused face.

“Si, ma. (yes, mom) I was just accompanying him to the truck in case there was any car blocking the way, you know, to alert the owner if it was the case” you hope your lie is believable enough. She looks at you now.

“Está ruborizada, mija. Debería alejarse del sol un rato (You're flustered daughter. You should stay away from the sun for a bit)” she tells you with a worried look on her face, always the protective mother.

“I will ma” you answer thanking all the gods above that she doesn't question the situation.

She looks at Javier, who is still not facing her, and looks at you again. She mouths to you, pointing with her head at Javier, “is he okay?”. You take the opportunity and shake your head no, better for her to worry a little about him and think that you´re both here because he's not okay and you´re comforting him, that she thinks that you may be doing what you were actually doing just moments ago.

She nods and then says “well, i'll see you another day mijo, cuídese (take care)” she then returns to the party through the fence door.

You know he's fighting against his own mind again, so you talk before he gets the opportunity to convince himself of anything.

“Hey, we haven't done anything wrong. So, stop that thought” you say quickly, grabbing his face between your hands, making him look at you straight into your eyes.

“Yeah? Are you sure about that, vampirita? Because I feel like an asshole that took advantage of the daughter of the woman that raised him alongside his own mom” he confesses to you with an angry look on his face, but you know his anger is not towards you but to himself.

“Advantage? Again, I'm a consenting adult and that was a consented kiss for sure. If anyone would ever be forced into a kiss it would be you not me” you let his face go when you start saying the last part.

His hands are the ones now framing your face “Cariño, i wanted that kiss the same as you if not more” he makes you look at him into his eyes, so you can read him just like always “Dios (God) I'm going to hell” he tells more to himself than to you “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we saw each other on that parking lot” you can see only truth and longing in his eyes.

You put your hands over his on your cheeks “Well then that makes two of us” you let out a little chuckle “we could try this… keep it between us until we know it´ll work…” you look at him with hope in your eyes.

Javier can't help but let out a big sigh “every bone in me tells me to not let happen any of this, but i don't think i´ve ever been able to tell you no, vampirita” you can't help your face from forming the biggest smile you´ve ever had, you launch into him and wrap your arms around him, then you kiss him again.

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