#unless you’re pedro then please choke me daddy

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|Pedro Pascal| NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they are like after sex)

Pedro takes good care of your after sex, whether it was a rough session or not. He makes sure you are cleaned up, have water and all that. Then he’ll hold you close and fall right asleep.

B= Body Part (favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Pedro can be insecure, he thinks because he’s older that he’s not as attractive. But he loves his hands and arms, he knows you love them and he loves wrapping his big hands around your neck.

He’s definitely an ass guy, whether it’s small or big he doesn’t care. He loves slapping your ass, cumming on it, biting it and everything.

He’s also a big fan of eyes. He loves eye contact and staring at your beautiful eyes.

C= Cum (literally anything to do with cum)

As much as he loves cumming in you, watching you with your mouth wide open, tongue out, gets him going.

“Let me see that pretty mouth baby, gonna cum.”

He says as your on your knees in front of him, him holding your chin up letting his cum spill into your mouth.

D= Dirty Secret (little dirty secret of theirs)

He loves to watch you get yourself off in front of him. Or even just masturbating together without touching each other at all.

“Sit there and make yourself cum for me, baby.”

“ ‘atta girl, love watching you get yourself off for daddy.”

E= Experience (how experienced are they?)

He’s very experienced, you are also experienced but he’s definitely thought you a thing or two. Experimenting with you and discovering what you like or don’t like.

F= Favorite Position (their favorite position/positions)

Doggie is definitely a top favorite of his. He likes to grab your hair, choke you from behind and leave marks on your ass.

Missionary is also a big favorite of his. He loves eye contact so much! He knows eye contact makes you nervous and makes you look deep into his eyes, holding your face and pounding into you.

Cowgirl! He loves holding your hands behind you and pounding up into you, your ass slapping on his thighs.

G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, ect.)

He’s pretty serious, unless he’s drunk. You guys will share a little laugh but get right back into it.

H= Hair (how well groomed are they down there)

He’s got a little bit of hair down there but it’s well groomed!

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect,ect.)

Super intimate and romantic. He will make you cum no matter what, whether you deserve it or not ,eventually he’ll make you cum.

J= Jack Off ( masturbation headcanon)

You’re sat on your bed, hands and legs tied up. Pedro sat on a chair right near the bed, pumping his cock slowly.

“Please let me touch you Pedro.”

“And why do you think you deserve that? After being such a slut today, you think you deserve this?”

He says as he spits down on his cock, antagonizing you.

He jerks off faster and deep groans come out of his mouth.

“Fuck, only if this was your sweet, little mouth wrapped around my cock, huh?”

He says staring right into your eyes, you try looking away but he gets up and lifts your face up, pumping his cock faster right in front of you.

“Keep your fucking eyes on me.”

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Being called daddy or sir!

“You gonna cum for me sweet girl?”

“Yes, daddy. Please”

or just being in control, having your hands cuffed behind your back and making you cum over and over. He loves overstimulating you.

Breeding kink, for sure! He’ll finish anywhere but loves to cum inside you.

L= Location (favorite place to have sex)

He really doesn’t have a preference, he will fuck you anywhere! He does like the privacy of your own home but will bend you over wherever, whenever.

M= Motivation ( what turns them on/ gets them going)

Sexting! He’s big into dirty text messages from you. Since he’s always so busy, a little dirty text or some nudes gets him going!

N= NO (something they won’t do/ turn offs)

He’s down to try anything, but will never make you do anything that makes you uncomfortable.

O= Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skil,ect)

50/50 he loves eating you out, you taste like heaven to him.

But he also loves throat fucking you, coming home and making you get on your knees for him.

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Ect)

He definitely does both, just depends on the mood.

When he’s slow and sensual he whispers sweet nothing to you and caresses you so softly.

“You’re so beautiful baby, wanna make you cum. Can you do that for me?” He says as one hand is caressing your cheek, the other rubbing circles on your clit.

When he’s in a rough mood he’s ROUGH, calling you filthy names, degrading you, hard smacks to your ass, hair pulling, you name it.

“You’re gonna be quite and take it like the good little slut you are,” he says shoving your head down into the pillow and your ass up in the air, “ fucking take it baby, there ya go.” He says as he lends a hard slap to your ass and a whimper comes out if you.

Q= Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, ect)

He is allll for quickies. As much as he loves taking his time with you, he’s down for a quickie at any point in time.

In the car, in the bathroom of a club, before interviews..

R= Risk ( are they down to experiment? do they take risks,ect)

He loves to try new things and loves being risky.

Touches under the table at a busy restaurant, seeing your face turn red and the biggest smirk on his face.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last)

Mans can go a solid 3-4 times a day. For his age it’s very surprising but he will never get enough of pleasing you. Even if he can’t finish, he loves to see you cum.

T= Toys (do they own sex toys? Do they use them on themself? On their partner?)

You both have quite a selection of sex toys. Mostly things like cuffs, rope, whips, blindfolds, you name it. When you’re feeling more dominant you’ll use the cuffs on him.

U= Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he looovveess teasing you, anywhere and anytime. He loves hearing you beg and whine for him, you’re putty in his hands.

V= Volume (how loud do they get?)

the GROANS that come out of him are UNHOLY. He’s super verbal and his groans are deep and drive you up the wall.

W= Wild Card ( just a random headcanon)

Pedro loves seeing you get off by riding his thigh. After a day of him teasing you, soaking through your panties.

“Go ahead, ride daddy’s thigh like a good girl.”

He says guiding your hips back and fourth slowly as you two make out.

X= X-ray ( let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Definelty like 7” and it’s girthyyyy

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

For a man his age his sex drive is still pretty damn high. Especially when he’s away from you for a while and comes back, he makes sure to show you how much he’s missed you.

Z= Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Once he he’s cuddled up next to you , man’s out. Spooning you and sound asleep.

[sin-oh]

Company | PEDRO PASCAL X READER

A/N; this is literally nothing but some trash that came to mind after seeing the above gif. It’s rushed, probably full of grammatical errors and my first small fic for a Pedro. I apologise in advance for the following mess.

Warning(s); some curse words but nothing too crazy.

GIF(s); NOT MINE. But by god I wish he was.

The problem with being use to solitude is, well— just that. You’re use to it, you forget what’s it’s like to have a partner in crime, someone to share the minor things in life with.

So it really didn’t bother Pedro all that much when he took his seat in the movie theater, alone. This was a common occurrence for him really, he’d buy his seat in the far corner of the back row, or as close to as he could— and keep his hat on to avoid being recognised. Admittedly he looked a bit.. shifty, but it usually kept the attention away from him and on the movie.

He was surprised when you sat next to him, smiling politely as you both made eye contact for a moment while you took your seat. Pedro cleared his throat and shifted in his seat from his slouched position to a more upright pose, feeling somewhat nervous that a beautiful woman would be sat next to him for the next 140 minutes.

You didn’t seem to notice though and for that he was grateful. He silently noticed the seat on your left was still vacant and assumed you must have been waiting for someone, a boyfriend or girlfriend perhaps? Most likely. But when the lights in the theater started to dim, a clear indication the movie adverts were about to start— it became less and less likely and he wondered just how many people actually came here alone.

The room fell to an almost perfect silence, only a few hushed whispers from people around the room could be heard until suddenly the loud roar of sound through the speakers came splitting the quiet, vibrating the air around them all.

You jumped at the sudden break in silence and Pedro could help but chuckle through his nose, he tried to cover it up by placing his hand to his mouth and rubbing his lips, but the shaking of his shoulders gave it away he had noticed your reaction.

You looked at him on your right and giggle along with him with embarrassed flushed cheeks. You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and looked down at your lap, the smile still evident on your face.

“Sorry,” He apologised quietly to you with a grin. He watched you shake your head and look back up at him.

“It’s okay,” You assured him, feeling the embarrassment slowly slip away. Pedro liked your smile, internally stating it was the prettiest thing he’d seen in a while and with it came new found confidence to talk to you a bit more.

“Friend running late?” He motioned to the empty seat beside you with a small nod and watched as your smile dropped slightly while you shook your head. “I wish that was the case but she bailed last minute, and I had already bought the ticket so..”

“That’s too bad.” You shrugged at his response, noting the genuine hint of sympathy in his voice.

“It’s OK, not my first time here alone and I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

Pedro was stunned at the thought of you not being accompanied here more often but hid it well. “I know the feeling,” He added.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you were about to speak but an angry Shhh! from an old lady that sat in the seats below you had cut you off. The woman glared at you both over her shoulder which in turn caused Pedro to raise his hand in apology and give his best charming smile.

When the woman had turned back in her seat with a click of her tongue, Pedro looked back over at you while trying to contain his laughter but the moment your eyes met; neither of you could hold it in. You both snickered quietly together, feeling like two kids being scolded by a teacher for paying more attention to each other than the lesson in front.

Now Pedro didn’t care much about the movie about to start on the large screen, he just wanted to keep talking to you, to hear you laugh again. But with movie now starting; he refrained and simply offered you his popcorn with a smile instead. You grin at him in response and take a few, offering him up the bag of your favourite candy you had just opened to share.

And for the next two hours, no words were spoken between the two of you. Pedro would be lying if he said he was completely absorbed into the movie— he was mostly silently cursing at himself for feeling so giddy sat beside you.

But by god you were beautiful, and with a smile so contagious he didn’t even realise he was smiling too until you looked away.

Get a fucking grip Pedro.

But as you continued to share your snacks because somehow you had managed to fit a whole concession stand in your bag and laugh together at the funny moments that occurred in the movie, he felt himself wishing it wouldn’t end any time soon.

Between the hushed whispers, a slight touch of hands as they rested on the arm rest between you both and the silent cheers as the heroes fought their epic battles— man was he hooked on you.

A sniffle caught his attention next and he quickly turned to see you wipe a tear away from your cheek. He frowned and looked back at the screen only to notice the ending of the movie had already began taking place. He’d been so caught up in his own thoughts that he’d probably missed a good chunk of the plot so he didn’t feel too emotionally attached while watching a main character of the movie die heroically.

Your movement from the corner of his eye turned his attention back to you as he watched you wipe away more tears, he chuckled deeply, causing you to nudge his arm with your elbow and feign shock and anger.

“Oh shut up,” You didn’t keep up the façade for long before your giggle broke out, eyes still watery from the scene but a lot less emotionally distraught.

Unfortunately for Pedro; the movie credits had already begin to play and the theater room soon came to life with the lights now turning back on. People began shuffling and standing but he made no rush to move and neither did you, both silently agreeing to wait for the room to clear a bit more before you tried to leave among the sea of people.

Say something you idiot.

“I can’t believe they killed Ironman.”

“Are you trying to start me off again?”

Conversation about the movie continued to flow freely between you both as you stood and made your way through the theater together.

“—but dad body Thor is definitely a new favourite.”

“Is that your type?”

“It is now.” Pedro laughed at your grin as he walks in unison beside you to the doors of the theater, pulling one open for you. You smiled a thank you and walk ahead, waiting outside for him to join you.

“Well, thanks for getting me through that emotional rollercoaster. Don’t think I would have survived alone.” Pedro pushed his hands into the front of his jean pockets and shrugged his response.

“Thanks for the company. Been a while.” You bit your lip and smiled, looking down in a shy manner and Pedro could have sworn he almost lost it there and then. His brain went into overdrive trying to think of something, anything, to keep you there that bit longer.

“I should get going,” His heart sank but he nodded his reply. “Yeah, of course. Take care.” He watched you turn and begin to walk away, all hopes of seeing you again going with you because he was too much of an idiot to ask you—

“Hey!” You walk back to him with rushed steps, a hand buried deep into your bag that hung over your shoulder as you seemed to look for something.

“If you ever want company again— call me?” You hand over the item you had been looking for, your business card. Pedro looked at the small piece of cardboard and immediately read your name and number printed smoothly in black ink. He doesn’t hesitate to reach for it with excitement and almost relief.

“Yeah, I most definitely will.” He said almost breathlessly in a daze. You smile at him one last time and turn around walking away again.

Quickly realising something, Pedro called out to you.

“Don’t you want to know my name?”

“Goodnight Mr Pascal!” You call back with a hand in the air, not looking behind. Pedro laughs to himself and shook his head, enjoying far too much how his name sounded coming from you.

“Of course you know.” He looked down at the card in his hand with soft eyes, already planning what movie to see next.

Only this time, he’ll have company.

@takemepedropascal

[jawabear]

Agent “Jack Daniels” Whiskey NSFW Alphabet

Not my GIF

A/N: Here is my NSFW Alphabet for the Yee Haw daddy himself, Agent Whiskey. The character of his that made me fall in love with Pedro. As with the others, these are just my personal views of his character so the may differ to yours, so please be respectful of mine and others views of characters :) Sorry for any mistakes.  

Genre: Smut

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of sex, nothing too much, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: An A-Z of Agent Whiskey’s bedroom antics

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s soft after sex. He’ll always hold you in his arms, comfort you, take care of you. Jack is just an all round sweetheart and would do anything for you. He’ll shower you with kisses until you fall asleep, or you tell him you have to get up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Whiskey loved everything about your body. But especially your hips. He loves when you sways them to tease him, he loved to hold them while he takes you from behind or holding them as he pulls you down on to his dick. He loved to hold them while pressing kisses to you. He loves your hips.

On him, he likes his arms. He likes when he can fully wrap them around you to hug you. He likes when you grabs them when he’s fucking you. The way you grip hold of his biceps...

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He likes to finish inside you or onto your body. He loves to see you covered in him and he loves to watch his come slip out of you. There’s something about seeing your chest covered in his come that is almost endearing to him, the fact that you feel comfortable enough with him to allow him to paint your precious body with his mess just makes him feel lucky.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You were a fresh agent when you first met. He wanted you from the first day he saw you. One day he caught you in the training room of Statesmen, seeing you punch he he’ll out of a punching bag got him worked up. Seeing you in those tight leggings that perfectly outlines your ass, your white tank top, and seeing the sweat drip down your cheek and down to your neck. He loved the way you moved. Wondered what kind of moves you would use on him, wondered if he could make you sweat like that.

And he couldn’t help but get off by watching you. Giving him one of the best orgasms of his life. He was so incredibly turned on by watching and listening to you.

But because it was before you both established your relationship, he didn’t feel right in telling you. But he knew he probably should...

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jack knows how to touch a woman. That’s for damn sure. He knows exactly how to make you scream and moan. He’s very experienced, it’s more the relationship side that he’s a little new to. Since his past lover he hadn’t allowed himself feelings but you are definitely an exception.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loved when you rides him. He loves when you takes control. Seeing you come undone on top of him makes him crazy. He feels quite proud that you are able to feel so good from him. And who wouldn’t want to ride a real cowboy?

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jack can be a little goofy during sex. He loves to make you laugh. He thinks your laugh is one of the most beautiful sounds on earth. But most of the time, sex is a time for passion and seriousness. He loves to watch you under him or above him, he loves to whisper sweet words to you about how much he loves you and how good you feel.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s pretty tidy down there. Neatly trimmed and clean.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Jack is pretty romantic in the moment. It will usually be him that makes the first move and he will be slow and loving to entice you into bed. His hands slowly roaming your body and pressing kisses to your neck and touching all the spots he knows drives you crazy.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jack doesn’t mind the occasional jack off. But he much prefers to have you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sub/Dom. Both ways. As mentioned before, he loves when you take control, and when you take care of him. He loves how strong you are and he loves when you use that strength on him, choking him for example makes him wild. But on the other hand, he loves to have you at his mercy, begging him to let you come. Jack is a switch.

He is the yee haw daddy so I guess I should mention his daddy kink.

Maybe whips too, but like, not using it on you as such, tying you up with it. He loves when you are tied to the bed, he loves to see you tug against your restraints as he teasingly tortures your body.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bed is his favourite. He can do so much with you in the bed. And it’s comfortable.

But he loves to take you in the shower. He loves to fuck you against walls, especially in the shower. Seeing your body wet and soapy is a huge turn on of Jack. He loves to pin your wrists against the wall as he fucks up into you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Pretty much anything you do. But is especially fond of when you wear a nice pair of lingerie. He likes when you get all “dolled” up for him as he likes to put it.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Jack would not be up for any kind of activity where he is to share you with someone else. So no threesomes. And he does not want to hurt you. The idea of leaving a permanent mark in your body is horrible to him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Jack loves to watch you go down on him. Your mouth is amazing. He looses track of everything when you have him in his mouth, he’s useless in this situation. So it’s fun for you to tease him, he’ll do anything when you have him like that. He is literally you’re slave at that point.

But he won’t say no to getting between your legs. He practically makes out with you down there. Making you feel all kinds of pleasure.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Jack definitely prefers to take it slow. Rolling his hips into you. Making you gasp and whimper for more. But he can go fast. It all depends on you. He likes to let you set the tone for the bedroom. But he definitely prefers to go nice and slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t mind them. If you do something to rile him up while at work he’ll take you quickly over his desk or in the training room, but he doesn’t favour them, he likes to take his time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jack is willing to take a risk if you are. He’s happy to experiment with what you want to do.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Jack could go a few rounds. He’s not as young as he would like to be, but usually he fucks you so good, you only need to go one round. Unless he’s especially turned on and then he will go for more, faster and rougher rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any personally. But when you brought to light the pleasure of using a vibrator, he was immediately sold...sometimes he uses it when he’s alone. After one use, he is slightly addicted to the sensation...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jack LOVES to tease. Like I said, he loves to have to tied up as he teasingly tortures your body. His hands will glide lightly over your skin, he will place light kisses to your body, making you squirm and beg him for release.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jack never shuts up really. He is always whispering praise to you. He’ll always tease you with his words to make you whimper for him. He grunts and groans but those are usually pretty quiet, he wants to hear you more then himself.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I think Jack would be a very passionate and sweet lover. Like I said, he likes to let you set the tone for the bedroom, and I think that could mainly be because he doesn’t want to do anything to make you run away. So by letting you start you off in the bedroom, it puts his mind a little at ease.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Jack is big. And he knows it. He loves to watch as he slips his big dick into your tight hole. He loves to watch your face as he stretches you out. He’s long and he’s thick and you love it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high. Not insanely but it’s high enough that he could take you at any point.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Jack’s job really takes it out of him so he’s pretty quick to fall asleep after sex but not before he’s made sure that you are okay.

Masterlist

29/05/20

[whitewallwhispers]

Little Lies

Narcos - Javier Peña - Series

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine

A young writer moves to Colombia to perform research on the drug war for her latest novel. She’s willing to do anything for information, which leads her down a rabbit hole that begins to blur the line between pretending to be someone and becoming something she might not be ready for.

Her latest target is a D.E.A. Agent named Javier Peña. And things are getting complicated.

Warnings: Drug use (cocaine), alcohol use (wine), strong language (pretty much every expletive under the sun), smut - mentions of oral sex (male receiving), rough sex (mentions of hair pulling, choking), unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks), daddy kink

My hope is that you can imagine this character as any race with any style of hair (as someone with short hair I get annoyed when every fic mentions long locks and ponytails).

This is kind of a dumb note but I feel the need to clarify that this smut is completely aimed at Peña - I love Pedro but in a completely different, non-sexual way. It’s a credit to his acting skills that he can make me want to fuck nearly every character he plays when IRL I just want to be his best friend.

He certainly left bruises. On her hips, her wrists. Purple at first before fading to yellow in the week that had passed since she last saw him. She’d gone to the bar every night, drinking away her parents’ money in the faint hope he’d show.

He didn’t.

She tried not to take it personally. She tried not to think about the possibility that he’d gone back to his regulars and forgotten all about her.

Maybe that’s why she’d decided to blow through an entire packet of coke, railing line after line off her counter as she wrote, though it wasn’t long before she was running into a dead end of ideas. If Peña had given up on her, she’d have to find another cartel member soon to give her more information. If she couldn’t gain the perspective of the opposite side, she might as well gain more insight into the one she already knew.

Her high made her forget that the next packet of her supply still laid on her bedside table. It didn’t help that she’d gone for the bottle of white wine she had in her fridge, drinking deeply straight from it as she moved to turn on her stereo, dancing to herself to Billie Holiday as she took another pull, her lips numb and limbs buzzing.

Maybe I should call it a night on writing. She’d been stuck for the past hour and even the coke had failed to stimulate her further. Maybe she could drown out the strange strain in her chest with the next packet she had. Maybe the wine would give her a hangover, and she’d spend the whole day tomorrow thinking only about how miserable she felt instead of wondering what Peña was doing and if she’d ever see him again.

Thirty minutes further into dancing by herself she’d drank nearly half the bottle of wine and taken another line from her fresh pouch.

She was being irresponsible.

She thought there wouldn’t be consequences.

She wasn’t thinking straight.

So when there came a knock at her door, she opened it straight away without peeking through the chain to see who it was.

Fuck fuck fuck.

She now had her door wide open to Peña, who was giving her an apologetic look.

“I know I said I wouldn’t turn up unannounced next time, but you wouldn’t believe what a week it’s been.”

Before she could even think he was stepping into her apartment.

“Wait,” she choked. “Hold on.”

But by the time she’d thought to stop him, he was already in the door. He could already see what she was about to do. He’d see her hiding the coke and he’d know and he’d hate her and she’d lose her only chance at writing about both sides of the story. He saw her panic.

“What’s the matter?” his voice was full of concern, too sweet in contrast to the severity of the situation.

“Can you close your eyes? Please? I know it sounds weird, but…”

“I - uh - sure, I guess,” he answered, mercifully shutting them without question.

She reached behind her to the counter to put down her wine and grab her manuscript before sprinting to her bedside table, stuffing the baggie of coke on top of the papers and shutting them safely away in the drawer.

“Okay, you can open them now,” she said, returning in front of him.

He was on her immediately, lips hot and heavy as he pushed her further into the room. It unfolded much like last time. He forced her onto her knees. This time she did a better job of relaxing her throat, and as such he thrusted into her harder than before. She didn’t gag once, and he rewarded her by eating her out before he began to pummel her into the bed in every position imaginable. There were no handcuffs this time, but plenty of hair pulling and insistence on calling him daddy and choking.

He came inside her again, and this time she made sure she got up to go to the bathroom first. He required no cleanup. That should automatically grant her first dibs.

But it was a mistake. After she’d taken care of everything she washed her hands and opened the door, only to find Javier standing there, jeans on but shirtless, his gun held lazily in his hand that rested against the wall as the other held up his badge.

“You wanna know what this means, sweetheart?” His voice was calm and even, but his eyes were dark.

Fuck. Had he looked when he said he’d close his eyes? Had she forgotten to hide something? Or please, for the love of God let this be some weird sort of kinky roleplay bullshit. He took a step towards her and she fought the urge to take a step back. It’d look too suspicious. Instead she tried to play dumb.

“Hmm…American Beurau of Fuckall?” she asked coyly.

“Wrong letters.”

“Unless you’ve been studying up on the Berlin Wall I don’t think you get to quiz me about anything.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror, frantically looking for something to do with her hands. Lipstick. Bingo. She pulled open her makeup drawer and grabbed the first tube she found before hurriedly applying it. She prayed he couldn’t see the way her hand was shaking.

Javier stepped fully into the bathroom now, standing directly behind her, his arm holding the gun wrapping around her waist while the other returned his badge to his back pocket. He pushed her forward until she was stuck between him and the counter.

“That thing better not be loaded,” she joked, “and your gun better be empty too.” She finished with her lips and began to toy with her hair instead, avoiding his eyes in the mirror.

“What’s this?” he asked, bending so his mouth pressed close to her ear, dangling something small in front of her.

“What does it look like?” she said with a shrug. Holy fuck. It was a baggie of coke. Her coke. She couldn’t tell if she’d left it out or he’d gone looking for it and honestly it didn’t matter right now. The only thing she needed to focus on was sounding as oblivious as possible. “If you want some go ahead, I don’t mind.”

His grip on her tightened painfully, the cold metal of his gun biting into her bare skin.

“Where’d you get it?”

“A friend.”

“What kind of friend?”

“The same kind you are.”

His arm loosened its hold on her slightly, but she was still pinned between him and the sink.

“Do you know who your friend works for?”

“I mean, he’s never said, but given he pays me half in coke I think you and I can wager a guess.”

Javier nodded.

“How often do you see this friend?”

“Not often.” A lie. She’d only seen him once. But he made sure she knew where to find him again.

“Are you friends with anyone else he works with?”

She shook her head.

“Could you be?”

“Why?” she laughed. “Bored of me already? Worried I’ll go broke when you stop calling?”

“I’m D.E.A.”

She blinked. “Yeah, I still don’t know what that means.” Oh, yes I do.

“Drug Enforcement Administration.”

Time to play it up.

“Oh shit, Javi, listen, I can explain,” she stammered. “Please, don’t -”

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,” he reassured her, placing the baggie on the counter and stroking her cheek. “Not unless you refuse my offer.”

“Offer?”

Okay, now she was lost.

“See your friend more often. See his friends. See his friends who are more powerful than he is. And I’ll keep seeing you, and if you tell me where they are or what they say or anything useful about what they’re doing, I’ll pay double.”

She gulped. On the one hand, she’d already been considering seeing cartel members more frequently for info. On the other, she wasn’t sure if she was prepared to really commit to being a prostitute. It wouldn’t be pretend anymore. Instead of a writer playing at being a whore, she’d be a whore who was writing a novel.

“You…you won’t get in trouble for sleeping with someone who does coke?” she whimpered, trying to still sound scared of him while inside she was really just scared shitless of herself and the mess she’d gotten into.

“What, you think you’re the only whore in Medellin who partakes? You think you’re the only one I see?”

She bit her lip. Why the fuck did that hurt?

“Right,” she nodded, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes.

“You’re so naive,” he sighed. He placed his gun on the counter and returned his hand to her hip, thumb brushing over the bone with the same intensity as when they fucked. His lips found her neck and they began to press feverishly against her skin, gently biting her between every kiss.

His free hand reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, briefly letting go of her long enough to pull out a stack of bills and toss it next to his gun.

“The only info I have on him is old, probably useless to you now,” she stammered.

“That’s not what it’s for.” After shoving his wallet back into his jeans he gripped her waist and pushed his body so tightly against her back that her hips ground painfully into the sink. She gasped at the way it hurt, but it only made him groan into the crook of her neck, biting her harder now.

“J-Javi,” she breathed, not knowing which pain to focus on.

“Why do I want you so much?”

She blinked in surprise. His voice sounded so vulnerable. Raw and honest.

“I know I just told you to, but…I think about you fucking someone else and I can’t help but feel jealous.” His hands tugged down her panties and she could feel his growing erection pressing into her lower back.

What the fuck was she supposed to say to that?

Especially since she felt the same way.

Come on, think of something clever.

She couldn’t, her mind was completely scrambled between the way her hips were embedded against the cold porcelain, the way his lips were trailing across her collarbones and shoulder, the way his hands were pulling out his cock and pushing it between her legs.

His hand came to her other shoulder and bent her forward, her reflection flying towards her as she leaned closer to the mirror. She looked at him in the glass, noting the way his eyes were heavily lidded and mouth was hanging open slightly as he breathed heavily.

“I find myself daydreaming about being inside you all the time. It’s so fucking distracting,” he huffed, sliding into her and meeting her eyes in the mirror. She braced herself against the sink, crying out gently as her hips were pushed further into the counter. He pumped in and out of her slowly, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“See how pretty you look when I fuck you?”

“Javi,” was the only response she could think of. Think of? There hadn’t been any thought in it, it slipped out of her as she threw her head back. He felt so good, and hurt so much. Not just the way he trapped her against the sink, but the way she wanted him.

She’d gotten attached.

She really was too naive, too inexperienced, too out of her depth.

Childish, almost, in the way she let herself develop feelings for him just because he was the first man to make her orgasm, the first man she dreamed about when he wasn’t there, the first man to make her feel desirable. She felt so silly, so ashamed of how she’d lost her professional objectivity.

She was so lost in thought she didn’t notice the tears that welled in her eyes. It wasn’t until one slipped down her cheek that she realized she was crying. Javier pulled out of her immediately, turning her around to face him.

“Am I being too rough?” he asked, eyes searching hers.

“No,” she shook her head, her voice pathetically weak. “Go harder.” Maybe the physical pain would drown out the embarrassment and confusion currently filling her mind.

“I won’t if you’re crying.”

“Please just do it. I’ll use our safe word if it’s too much.”

His eyes surveyed her dubiously for a moment before he turned her back around, pushing her against the counter once more and bending her forward. His hands found her waist as he began to thrust into her again, grunting as she tensed around him.

She watched his face in the mirror, a few more tears spilling out her eyes before they stopped as she steadied herself. Focus on the physical, she thought. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip so hard she was sure she’d break the skin. Her hips would be bruised again, much worse this time, but she began to relish in the way her bones ground against the sink.

He picked up his pace, slamming into her with stuttering breaths.

“No one feels as good as you,” he whispered.

“Don’t.” She hadn’t meant to say it. But it came out of her mouth anyway.

He froze inside her.

“Don’t what?” he sounded concerned again. Sweet.

Stop it.

“Don’t be nice to me. Don’t say nice things to me. Just fuck me and go.”

“I - are you sure you’re okay?”

Oh, great. She could feel herself getting choked up again. “Javi, just do what you’re paying me for.”

He sighed heavily and pulled out of her. “Fine. But not like this.” He pulled her up and shut the bathroom door, pushing her back up against it and kissing her gently, his fingertips softly brushing over her cheeks and neck. His hands trailed lower, sliding around her to undo her bra, pulling it off of her carefully and placing it on the counter beside his gun. His thumbs circled her nipples as he brought his lips back to hers, tongue hesitantly slipping into her mouth.

“You made your lip bleed,” he said, pulling back and looking at her with furrowed brows.

“Good.” Her voice was flat. The way he was treating her so softly was making everything worse.

“What’s going on?”

Frustrated, she grabbed his wrist and thrust his hand against her throat. “Please stop being like this. I want you to hurt me.”

His fingers flexed weakly against her neck, but still, he didn’t let go. “You’re acting different. Something’s off.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Just fuck me.”

“Look, you don’t have to be an informant for me if you don’t want to, I won’t get you in trouble, just -”

She went on her tiptoes and kissed him as hard as she could, her hand wrapping around and stroking his length.

“I’ll do whatever you want if you just finish this the way you started,” she breathed. “Please.”

Her touch seemed to bring his base instincts back into control, because his fingers began to tighten around her throat while his other hand hooked under her knee and pulled her leg up, pushing it beside her chest and testing the limits of her flexibility.

It burned. He held her leg in place so firmly she could feel the muscles straining as if they were ready to snap. As both his hands were occupied it was up to her to guide him into her center, but once he was inside her she let her hands brace herself against the door.

Their height difference made things a little awkward until he finally released her throat and scooped her other leg up, lifting and holding her against the door with his body as he thrust into her again and again. Her hands came to his shoulders, gripping them to feel the way the muscles were pulled taut with her weight.

He buried his face in her neck, panting against her hot skin.

There was no pain now, only pleasure, and it was almost too much to bear. He felt so good against her, inside her. She ran her fingers through his hair and breathed in the smell of sweat and sex and faded cologne that encompassed him.

She didn’t want to cum. But she did anyway, biting her lip again to keep herself from saying his name. She couldn’t do it to herself. It would hurt too much  in the wrong way. In the way that came from inside.

“Good girl,” he murmured as she pulsed around him, legs shivering.

She hung her head back against the door, closing her eyes and trying to numb herself to his touch. It sounded like he’d finish soon and then he would leave and then she would never see him again.

She wouldn’t allow herself to.

Fuck it. Her book would only take place from the cartel’s perspective.

It wasn’t worth getting her heart broken over.

Because the money on the counter beside her bra and his gun was all she meant to him, all she’d ever be worth to him. And if she fucked him one more time it might kill her.

He came inside her, groaning as he held her against the door one long moment before gently bringing her down. As soon as her feet the floor she was picking up her clothes and the money, pushing through the door without looking at him. She rushed to get dressed before he could follow her, but she only got as far as her bra and panties and shirt before she heard his footsteps coming out of the bathroom.

“Cigarette?” he asked, walking past her and picking up his own shirt off the ground. He turned to study her while he buttoned it, but she didn’t look at him. Couldn’t.

“No,” came her blunt reply. She debated putting on her shorts but the minute he was gone she’d be under her covers feeling like shit, so she decided it wasn’t worth it. Instead she stood awkwardly against the back of the couch, arms crossed, looking everywhere in the room but at him. When she heard him light himself a cig she thought she should polish off the last of her wine.

Not wanting to risk walking near him in her suddenly unbearably small apartment, she decided to forgo actually stepping into the kitchen to get it and instead leaned over the counter from as far away as possible to grab it, her hips aching in protest as she did so. She took a deep swig before moving to go back to her perch on the couch, but when she turned she found herself nearly running right into his half-exposed chest.

“Why won’t you look at me?” he asked quietly.

Defiant, she met his gaze and was taken aback by how sad he looked.

Goddammit.

All she wanted to do was kiss away his frown and push back the messy hair from his face.

“Don’t show up unannounced next time,” was her only response.

Something flickered across his face so quickly she didn’t get the chance to recognize it before it was gone.

“Meet you at the bar, then?”

“Sure,” she nodded before pushing past him, resting on the back of the couch and taking another draw.

She’d never go to that bar again.