#dom!javier

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Day 10 ”Toys” - Pt 2 of “Who does this Belong To?”

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact.  Specific Warnings: Overstimulation, wand vibrator, unprotected PiV(Do Better), Papi Kink, Dom!Javi, Sub!reader, spanking, choking(mild), degradation (lots of it, Javi has a filthy mouth), come play(sort of??), bratty reader. Mentions of Infidelity and male masturbation

Sorry this is late, I was so busy with birthday stuff and I went back to work today and it’s just been a mess. But I hope you enjoy this! Thank you once again to the amazing @pastelnap and @wannab-urs for beta-ing for me!

Two weeks ago you’d felt so proud of yourself as you listened to Javi whine and come over his fingers as you left your shared apartment. Two weeks, and he hadn’t said a thing about it.

Until now. 

Javi slams the door behind you as he captures your lips in his own, the kiss is possessive, hungry, and has you gasping for air. You push back against Javi, trying to convey that you want to go to bed, but he only pins you to the door more firmly. 

“No.” 

His tone is gruff as he wedges his knee between yours as he brings your wrists together over your head. His thigh presses firmly against your core as Javi leans back to look at you. Your lips are swollen and puffy as you pant up at him. 

His dark eyes are hooded, his lips part a little as he smirks down at you. You arch your back as you grind yourself over his muscular thigh. His free hand closes around your throat, gentle enough to not leave a mark, but domineering enough to make you chase the pressure on your windpipe. 

“Need you to tell me your safe word hermosa.” 

“Gringo.” 

“Fuck, you’re a bad woman.”

“Would you rather I say Steve?” 

“¡Híjole! You’re going to pay for that mi amor.”

He leans in to nip at your jaw, his moustache raking delightfully against your cheek and you whine at the friction as his teeth sear marks into your skin. His tongue soothes over the sore flesh with tenderness and you’re a panting whining mess by the time he reaches your ear. 

“You have two minutes to get to the bed, strip bare, arms above your head. Face down, ass up. Go.” 

Javi releases you and walks off into the spare room he uses as an office when things get too hot at the office, or if he wants to be able to get up late and fuck you before work. You hesitate for a moment but as soon as his door is closed you practically leap over the sofa to get to your shared bedroom. 

You strip off, throwing everyting in the hamper in the coner of the room and throw yourself onto the bed. You follow every instruction to the letter, doing no more or less than Javi commanded. You’re on your knees, thighs clamped tightly together, hands together up near the pillows. You wait, trying not to squirm in anticipation as you know if Javi catches you moving, you’re already in his bad books. 

After a few agonsing minutes you hear the bedroom door close with a click. You hold steady, even though your whole body trembles in gentle quakes, like waves jostling a boat on the open ocean. But Javi is uncharacteristically silent as you try to keep your head. You want to turn and ask what’s taking so long, but you were being the perfect plaything tonight. 

From the word “No.” you had realised this was payback for two weeks ago, when you punished him for kissing someone else. So, you were resisting every urge to be your usual bratty self. You know that when either of you take near-complete control like you had, there was always a reaction. A reverse swing of the pendulum of consensual power-play between you. 

Then you hear it, a soft, whining drone behind you. It’s almost enough to make you turn, but you bury your head in the sheets grinding your teeth together as you try and figure out what you had in store. 

“Open.” 

Javi taps the each of your asscheeks ass twice, no nonsense, you do as you’re told. You shift your knees, easing forward on the sheets so that your thighs spread out for him. The humid air hits your exposed core and you sigh in anticipation. 

You expect Javi to just take you, it’s something you both love. Even if you’re sore the next day, sometimes having a fraught, frantic fuck without prep was what you both needed. But what happens next has you reeling. 

The firm press of something broad and vibrating against your clit makes your whole body convulse. It’s so much, a rolling, unrelenting ripple of sensation through your aching bundle of nerves. You whimper and whine as you struggle to maintain control over your body. 

“How’s that feel hermosa?” Javi lilts from behind you. You can feel him hovering just behind you on the bed, careful not to touch you with anything but the wand. 

“So good, fuck Javi.” You mewl as your orgasm builds so quickly you can barely think. You’re drooling into the sheets as you tremble whilst trying to stay still, following instructions like a good girl. 

The crack of Javi’s free hand against your asscheek has you coming hard. The combined euphoric stimulation of your clit and the slap of his broad hand on your skin shoots pleasure straight to your core. You shake and tremble as you come down through your high and you fully expect Javi to pull the wand away and fuck you now. 

The high-pitched whine doesn’t stop, if anything it gets louder as you feel the vibrations build against your aching clit. Javi chuckles as he sees you struggling to stay still. You whimper as you feel yourself building up again through the near-painful stimulation. 

“Javi please, let me have a second to-,”

“No.” 

Javi cuts you off by landing another heavy spank on your other asscheek. 

“Javi!” You cry out as your walls flutter around nothing, your pussy desperate to be filled as the overstimulation has tears rolling down your cheek. 

“Am I going to have to gag that pretty little mouth?” 

Javi growls as he soothes his broad palm over your reddening flesh, his touch grounding you as you feel another orgasm building deep inside you. 

“No, I’ll be quiet I promise.”

“No what?” 

“No Papí.” You whine as your fingers and toes curl and your cunt squeezes around nothing as your second orgasm rips through you. You whimper and whine as Javi moves the wand back and forth, giving your clit a brief respite as he teases your entrance with it. 

“Good girl.” 

You hear the telltale sound of his belt coming undone and heat rushes to your cheeks and pricks at the tips of your ears as you realise he’s still fully dressed. 

“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” He purrs as he taps your shoulder gently, “You’re going to keep this wand on your clit while I use you like a little fuck toy, understand?” 

“Yes Papí, I’ll be good, do whatever you want.” 

Your voice is weak and pathetic as you stutter through the continued overstimulation. Javi loves doing this to you, pushing you past your limits, but this is something else. This is intense.

“Good girl, remembering her fucking manners, now take it.” 

You’re not sure if he meant the wand or his cock but the moment you take hold of the vibrator Javi plunges his cock deep inside you without warning. You bury your face in the sheets to muffle the wail of pleasure that rips through you as he splits you open. Your knees go weak, but Javi holds you firm, one hand on your shoulder, forcing you back onto his cock with every thrust. His other hand steadies you by your hip. 

“Don’t even think about moving it away bebita.” 

Javi snaps his hips against your ass and you hear his desperate, breathy groans as he rakes his thick cock through your slick walls. He’s close. Your cunt aches with overstimulated bliss as the vibrations sear into your swollen clit and you whimper and moan as each thrust only intensifies the pressure building deep in your core. 

“You’re my perfect little cocksleve, choking me with this tight little pussy. Fuckin’ made for me to ruin.” 

Javi growls through clenched teeth, his voice tight as he nears his release. The hot breathy moans and tight whining grunts are music to your ears as you come undone around him. Your body goes limp as your vision blurs. You drop the wand but Javi doesn’t seem to care anymore as his hips stutter and still inside you with a deep, throaty groan spilling from his lips. 

You feel him come inside you, filling you up and spilling out of your pussy as he pulls out. You whine at the loss of sensation as your heart hammers in your chest, threatening to explode form the way your body is shaking and convulsing from three overstimulated orgasms. You roll onto your back, still trembling as you look up at Javi, his face a picture of triumph. 

“Naughty girl.” 

Javi scolds you gently but the buzzing of the wand stops as he turns it off and drops it over the edge of the bed. You hiss as he spreads your legs gently before running a finger up through your combined spend. He gently gatheres the combined slick and come on his finger and presses it slowly back into your cunt. 

“Papí, please, no more.” You beg as you clamp your thighs around his forearm. 

“You ready to tap out? What’s your safe word baby?” Javi’s voice loses all bravado, the silky sweetness a wild juxtaposition to the fact his middle finger is still buried to the knuckle inside you, plugging your pussy so you don’t leak any more of his come. 

“Nuh-uh.” You whine, as much as you’re sore and aching for a rest, you never back down so easily with Javi. 

“Looks like Papí needs to teach you another lesson.” 

You groan at your own stubbornness but you know Javi is going to make it worth your while. 

It’s going to be a long night. 

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[mybworlds]

Our dirty little secret

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: Javier Peña and his partner can't stand each other, but to take down an old enemy they are forced to work together and pretend to be a complacent married couple.

Series warnings: language , violence, alcohol use, slow burn, angst, mutual pining, smut (18+ MDNI), creampie, oral sex (m and f), fingering, masturbation (m and f), trauma and SA referencing.

Before to start: hello there, new ff (another, yes!) coming! Today I was on the net and saw a Narcos gif then I started to watch some videos around and here we are. I don’t know how many chapters the story will have.

If you want to follow my new fanfiction, thank you very much 🙏

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

#javier peña #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena smut #narcos fanfiction #javier x reader #narcos ff #narcos fic #soft! javier pena #dom!javier pena #smut #javier pena fic #javier pena

[millerscoffee]

my content is for people 18+; minors are not welcome. MDNI!

requests are currently closed

joel miller

dancing a dangerous game series (joel x f!reader)

this series is inspired by "cowboy like me" by taylor swift, and is set in post-outbreak au where joel is a survivalist (think bill, but a little less committed). the reader is a lone raider with a past, and chooses joel's home to stalk and steal from. though not the smartest decision, tenderness unfolds between the two of you, catching you both off guard.

⟡ part one (5.5k): when you stalk joel’s cabin for the third day, you get interrogated by none other than joel miller himself.

⟡ part two (5.6k): joel is a survivalist who (after putting you in your place™️) has invited you to stay at his homestead for one (1) month.

⟡ part three (6.8k): within your second week at joel’s, there are things you are forced to look within yourself. joel helps you through it.

one-shots

⟡ "the perfect storm" (1.4k ~ joel x f!reader): after a boring, rainy morning of joel working from home, you stay nestled in your shared bedroom to have some fun on your own. you’re pretty sure you’re quiet about it.

⟡ "the soft animal of your body" (812 ~ joel x reader): you were working on a hobby, but got distracted by joel’s cheeks.

⟡ "my special toy" (10.2k ~ joel x f!reader): after a rough couple of weeks, joel decides you need the day off.

requests

⟡ "only daddy that'll walk the line" (6.2k ~ joel x f!reader): based in jackson, you have the unfortunate predicament of being friends with tommy miller and hating his brother, joel – and you have no problem in letting either of them know that! until one night you are brought to joel’s doorstep.

⟡ "extra credit" (6.2k ~ professor!joel x afab!reader): professor miller invites you to his house to go over your failed paper.

⟡ "heat lightning" (6.5k ~ sub!joel x f!reader): you've told joel to wear his glasses or contacts repeatedly, still he doesn't listen. you're sick of it.

javier peña

soft spot for trouble series | (hbf!javi) - javi x f!reader

after a dinner party at your house, a simple game ignites a falling out between you and your husband. who happens to be javier peña's best friend. needless to say, things get messy.

⟡ part one (6.3k): tw: drunk sex. javier peña is back from colombia and decides to spend some time with you and your husband, his best friend since college. after telling a story you know nothing about, an argument ensues between you and your husband, and you get drunk… both on whiskey, and on javi.

⟡ part two (6.8k): after waking up in javi– peña's house, guilt rushes you. after discovering another truth about your husband, you wonder if your marriage is salvageable.

frankie morales/santiago garcia

all i wanted was you series (frankie morales x santiago garcia x f!reader)

a queer friendly series

this is a series of different moments in the life of the reader's relationship with frankie morales and santiago garcia.

⟡ at my fingertips (2.3k): you, frankie, and santi are celebrating your one year anniversary in costa rica after everyone ignoring their feelings for each other for three years – though frankie and santi for way longer.

misc. requests

✧ 500 followers prompt

#tlou fic #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller x female reader #joel miller #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel x you #joel miller smut #joel x f!reader #dom!joel #soft!dom joel #joel miller x f!reader #by bee #masterlist #pedro pascal #javier peña #javier peña smut #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier fic #frankie morales x f!reader #santiago garcia smut #santiago garcia x you #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x frankie morales

[odetodilfs]

okay okay i would love a drabble of the pedro boys getting fucked and overstimmed and crying i feel like there aint enough sub! pp characters written, thanks!

heres the req again!

Oooo I like this! I made 4 Dif characters that are pretty different from one another! Enjoy! male!reader and bondage mentioned, overstimulation (duh)

Javier Peña…

Javier would be so unused to being like this, submissive, legs open with your dick inside him, he’s already came but your cum soaked hand keeps rubbing on his sensitive cock. That's without talking about his extremely sensitive prostate.. his prostate is already sensitive normally so overstimulating it is the way to get him to cry as he tip-toes the line between pain and pleasure.

He keeps trying to fight back though.. he tries to prove to you that he's strong enough to take it but it only makes things worse for him. You're gonna try harder and harder for him to tumble down to your control, no matter how many hours you have to spend pounding away at his ass for it.

Marcus Moreno...

Marcus would be so keen to hold up for you, to try and take the pain of overstimulation. But it wouldn't be with the same motif as Javier, Marcus would try and do it for you because he loves you that much. Given to his tendency to comply, you praise him for taking the feeling, he's so overstimulated he can barely speak, and hearing "Shh, it's okay darling, you're doing so good" while your hand wipes his tears is so soothing to him.

His legs are wide open as he takes the overstimulation like such a good boy, resisting the urge to beg you to stop because he knows he doesn't really want you to stop. When you finally retreat from his hole once you cum inside him, he's completely breathless. You do feel some pity for him and kiss him passionately and all over his body, to reward him for doing so good.

Oberyn Martell...

Oberyn is a bit like Javier, but instead of fighting back by just taking it, he writhes and tries to get out of your grasp. He rarely ever gets treated like this, he's used to be the one doing the overstimulating.

He also weakly threatens you "If you don't stop..." but he can't do anything about it and he knows, his hands are tied and the power is all yours. He can do nothing but hope you have mercy on his ass.

Frankie Morales...

Frankie would try to be good for you, he'd really try to take it but he's writhing because the pain is almost to much for him, his prostate is getting brutally pounded and there's tears running down his cheeks, trying to be good for you, trying to give you what you want in return for being such a good lover.

And with the fact that Frankie's probably already pretty sensitive when you least expect it his ass clenches on your cock and he spills his seed all over himself once again while you hungrily lick off what got on his chest. You keep this up until you've came.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #javier peña #javier peña x male reader #marcus moreno x male reader #marcus moreno #oberyn martell #oberyn martell x male reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x male reader #dom!reader #top!reader

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

Who is your favorite Pedro character?

This is just a general poll cause I am curious and I wanna know everyone else's preferences!! I am a Din gal through and through, there is nothing I do not love about that bucket head bitch and his green son, but Frankie Morales and Joel Miller are a close second (thanks to the beautiful fic that is out there for them)

#if I had to rank for myself it would be din then joel/frankie then javi p #I kind of see Din/joel/javi p in the same category of characterization and emotional expression #then there are the himbos oberyn/javi g #and dave york I feel like is in a category all on his own cause he has that asshole tendency persona and is almost always a dom in fics #and then agent whiskey is a bit of a wildcard to me? #pedro pascal characters #din djarin #joel miller #frankie morales #javier pena #dave york #javi gutierrez #oberyn martell #agent whiskey #curious to hear everyone else's choices ;)

[thatredheadwriter]

Who?

javier peña x reader

This is pure smut (with a little fluff at the end because I can’t resist). During the pursuit of recreational pleasure, you accidentally call Javier something new.

This is an NSFW blurb for female reader with Javier Peña of Narcos. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Lots of pet names

dom!Javier Peña

dom/sub dynamics

Dirty talk

Unprotected P in V sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

Established FWB relationship

Daddy kink (title only)

Creampie

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You babbled incoherently as Javi fucked you from above. His hot breath fanned your face as he pounded into you ruthlessly. He’d hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle was finding spots you didn’t even know you had.

“Such a good girl, takin’ it for me like this, princesa,” he purrs, one of his massive hands coming to squeeze your tit, the other firmly gripping your hip in a way that you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

“Ah, fuck…Javi,” you cried, clawing for him, needing to feel him over every inch of you. He happily obliged, changing the angle yet again and throwing you even deeper into bliss.

In all your confused pleadings of, ‘please’ and ‘more’ and other half-formed words, you almost missed it when it slipped past your lips.

“Shit, daddy. Feels so good,” you panted, clawing at his shoulders.

But then he stopped completely, halfway inside you, and looked at you with his brow furrowed.

“What’d you say?” he asked, searching your face as if he could find the words there.

You stuttered and tried to hide your face in the pillow, but he was persistent. The hand that wasn’t holding his weight up off of you came to cup your jaw, forcing you to face him.

“Princesa,” the word rolled off his tongue so smoothly, “What was that you called me?”

“I…I called you daddy,” you confessed, your face burning in shame, tears building at your waterline. Javi and you had the kink conversation fairly early in your ‘mutually beneficial recreational partnership’ as you’d dubbed it, but you never brought up your daddy kink. It was so niche and you’d never met anyone else who was into it. Besides, it’s not like Javi needed anything else to add to his toolkit. He already made you cum faster, harder, and more often than any other partner before him, a fact he was very proud of.

His face softened, and he smiled. “Oh, bebita, you could have told me.”

You gasped as he pulled nearly all the way out before filling you back to the hilt.

“Just needed daddy to fuck you dumb, eh?” he grinned as he resumed his earlier pace, his hand slipping from your jaw to wipe a tear that slipped from your eye.

You nodded, brain going to mush when he called himself daddy. That combined with the sight of him above you, sweaty and gorgeous had your orgasm building even faster than usual.

“Who fucks you this good?” he growled in your ear, hand returning to your hip.

“You, daddy!” you all but sob, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging the way you’ve learned he secretly loves.

“Fuck, that’s right. This is my pussy, bebita.”

“Only yours,” you nod in agreement, so close to cumming already it burns like a white-hot coil inside you. But try as you might, your brain couldn’t function well enough to string words together to warn him.

As if Javi didn’t already know from the flutter of your walls around his cock to the way your bit your bottom lip and whined so lowly that if he wasn’t listening for it, he’d miss it over his own heavy breathing and the sound of skin on skin.

“Gonna cum for me, princesa?” he asked, his thumb moving to where it could rub hard and fast on your clit.

You nodded furiously, barely able to do even that before the dam broke and every muscle in your body was tensing and relaxing in careful coordination. Some part of you was aware that words were still coming out of your mouth, but you had no clue what it was you were saying.

It was Javi’s voice that brought you back, low in your ear. “Solo papi te folla tan bien,” he growled.

As you came down from your high, Javi was still chasing his, but he did remove this thumb from your oversensitive nub, giving you a touch of reprieve. You tugged on his hair once more and pressed lazy kisses to the line of his jaw.

Finally, he came, thrusting hard and not stopping until every last drop was fucked up into you.

Javi rolled to the side, thick arms bringing you with him so he could keep you close without crushing you under his weight.

“Shit, where were you keeping that, princesa?” he huffed a laugh, brushing some stray hair from your face.

You curled into his shoulder, trying to hide your embarrassment, “I didn’t think you’d be into it.”

“Hey,’ he captured your chin in one of his rough hands, placing a kiss to your lips before pulling back to look you in the eye, “You can call me whatever you want, bebita, as long as you keep making those pretty noises for me.”

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[ursaspecter]

Hey if you're white and writing smut about a black character maybe uhhhhh don't repeatedly mention how large or dark their genitals are? Maybe don't describe them as "grunting" during intercourse? Maybe don't do that?

#shut up casey #disk horse #tagging this with #rdr2 #bc this is about a charthur fic i read last night #and this fandom STILL has a problem with the exoticization and fetishization of Charles :/ #and Javier too but I haven't seen many examples taking it to the extreme that Charles gets #like. if you're making an effort to say how big charles' penis is but leave arthur's unmentioned... #thats suspicious to me! #im not saying u cant make charles a top or a dom just fucking think about how you're writing him for more than 2 seconds

[chaotic-iguana]

400/500 followers celebration masterlist

literally a huge kiss to anyone who sent a prompt

generic masterlist

1- “quick catch the cat, it stole my wallet” - javi p x reader

2- “shut up and kiss me” - joel miller x reader

3- “you have to make a choice” - joel x tess

4- “please put me down, i’ve just sprained my ankle” - husband! joel x reader

#the last of us #tlou fanfiction #the last of us x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #the last of us fanfiction #tlou hbo #joel miller x female reader #the last of us fic #javier peña #dom joel miller #javi peña x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fic #javier pena fluff #javier pena imagines #javier pena masterlist #javier pena narcos #javier pena x you #javier peña fluff #javier peña imagine #javier peña x fem!reader #javier peña x female reader #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #joel miller #joel miller au #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction

[promisingyounglady]

accident. | JP x Reader

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Wife!Reader

SYNOPSIS: we all make accidents. javier forgetting to pick you up at the train station was an accident. you forgetting to bring an umbrella was an accident. throwing a knife at your husband? you’re going to have prove that one was an accident to him.

WC: 3.6k

WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, mentions of weapons and knives, reader throws a knife at javier *just read you’ll find out*, implied age gap, established relationship, javier is a bit older than reader, domestic au, slight dom!javi, mentions of food and cooking, profanity, bratty!reader, reader is mean but javier can be meaner, floor sex, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, handcuffs, cum eating, brief oral (f recieving), slight non-con, rough sex, praise, degradation, post-sex sweetness, not proofread.

AUTHORS NOTE: obsessed and mentally ill. so here’s slightly dom!javi with a ton of angst

A headache ensues in Javier’s mind.

He tries to combat it with the clouds of smoke rising through the air, the comfortable scent of tobacco and cigarettes filling his nose as he takes a drag from the stick perched in between his blistered fingers, this inhale, longer than the last.

Today had been shit. It really had. All day he had been cooped up in the office with stacks of paperwork almost taller than himself, tossed onto him and Murphy's desk by the higher ups, a high demand for deadlines with their patience being low.

Javier had been sitting in his office for almost seven hours straight, looking at papers with tiny writing and filing reports with pen until sensitive pink blisters formed around a hand that should’ve been driving and carrying a gun today, out in the field on a mission another team had instead been tasked with.

He’s getting old for this stuff, and he knows its true when he feels a strain in his back from shifting in his seat.

Maybe that’s why they shoved the paperwork in the old man’s hands.

Javier leans forward, grabbing his almost empty pack of cigarettes from his desk, deciding a fourth one was necessary for tonight.

“Javier,” a voice calls for him, looking up when he sees the new secretary holding the phone facing her chest. “You’ve got a call”

“From who” he says gruffly, brows furrowed. He lights the cigarette with his lighter, tossing it onto his desk and taking another puff.

“It’s your wife,” The secretary states. “she’s asking what you want for dinner.”

Javier stops in the middle of flicking the ashes, letting the cigarette sit warm in his fingers when he turns his head so he could see her correctly.

Your sweet voice calls out through the receiver, a chill running down Javier's spine when he makes out that it really is you.

“Yeah, Sherry, it’s fine if he’s busy, just let him know I called. Tell him dinner’ll be late tonight, at around 10.” you piped up sweetly, saying goodbye to your husband's secretary before hanging up the call.

She leaves after telling him what he already heard, but Javier is quick to immediately put out the burning cigarette and quickly grab his coat, making his way out the office.

“Peña, Where are you going? We only got a few more stacks left” Murphy calls out, hair in a mess from the many stressful tugs and his own cigarette nestled in between his fingers.

“my wife.” Javier replies, suddenly not liking the bitter taste in his mouth.

“It’s raining outside, you’re gonna get drenched” the blonde tells him, shaking his head as he took a drag from his own cancer stick.

Javier stops in his tracks, looking outside the window to see his partner was right. It was pouring out there, hardly able to even make out the cars in the parking lot.

Him getting wet was the least of his worries. It was you, he was thinking of.

“Fucking hell.”

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You set the receiver down on the living room table. The ticking of the clock resonating in the silent house before a sigh finally escaping your lips.

Droplets of rain water cloud your vision, cheeks pink from the cold as water dripped onto your wooden floorboards.

Fists clench and unclench around the handle of the umbrella given to you by an old lady at the train station.

“A girl like yourself shouldn’t be alone in the rain, mija” she insisted, letting you take her frilly umbrella as her son would pick her up shortly.

Javier was supposed to pick you up too.

But after forty minutes of standing out in the rainy weather under a flimsy roof as you waited for his truck to pick you up, you disappointedly caught a taxi and drove home by yourself

You were returning from your visit to your sick grandmother. You were her only granddaughter who she called the week prior, telling you how she missed you and wanted you to visit.

Javier insisted you went, not wanting to hold you back and assured he would come to pick you up at the station after the weekend spent with her.

What a fucking liar, you thought to yourself.

You quickly undressed your wet clothes, the outcome of having to have walked in rain to find an available taxi this evening.

You're curious to see the look on Javier’s face when you make him beg on his knees and ask for forgiveness. Maybe you wouldn’t even kiss him tonight, thinking in silence as you prepared for dinner.

You definitely weren’t trying to think about what an excellent opportunity this was to be a brat.

—

Javier parks into his quiet drive way exactly thirty minutes before 10. That’s thirty minutes of trying to get on your good graces and pray that he wouldn’t be sleeping outside tonight.

When he opens the door to the house, his heart beats fast. Prepared to see you ready to lash out at him, he’s instead surprised with the aromas of spices and your homemade cooking wafting to his nose, unconsciously realizing that he skipped lunch today from how caught up he was with work.

Picking up your wet jacket from the floor, Javier slots his keys and sunglasses in the bowl by the entrance, hanging his own jacket as well before he makes his way quietly to the glowing kitchen.

The stovepot is on a low boil, and he sees you in a long t-shirt, one that you made sure wasn’t his. Your hair is damp, probably from a shower as you swiftly work your hands away in prepping the vegetables.

Javier mumbles quietly in a gruff voice. “You, uh, left your coat on the floor.”

Thwack.

An aggressive chop at the carrots replaces your words, each cut piercing louder like a gunshot ringing in his ears.

“Hermosa, I am so sorry.“ Javier begins sighing because he knows he fucked up real bad this time.

Thwack. You moved onto the chicken meat.

“There’s no excuse baby, I wasn’t keeping track after being cooped up in the office today.” he sighs, brows furrowing as big brown eyes stared into your back.

Thwack. Thwack.

The DEA agent flinches at the sound of the raw chicken being butchered by your swift, angry hands. You’re not facing Javier directly and yet he can already see your glaring eyes. He sighs, not wanting to fight you. He tries to lighten the mood, voice soft as he comments.

“Qué te ha hecho ese pobre pollo”

You don’t reply, let alone acknowledge your husband, continuing to brutally dice the chicken on the cutting board before turning around to wash your hands.

Javier watches you swiftly work in your kitchen, feeling sorry as he still watches you prepare dinner for the two of you after such a long train ride.

He moves forward, rolling his sleeves as he tries to help you . “Querida, I’ll help with the pot-”

The clang of the knife hitting the cutting board echoes in the kitchen, finally looking up to face your husband. Javier leans back, resting against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gun holsters unremoved after coming home.

You try to ignore how tired he genuinely looks, reminding yourself you were just the same when standing all alone for that one hour.

“Y’know what Javier?” You begin, eyes watering and nose twitching in anger. Javier stays silent, staring at you with sincerity.

“Fuck you” you spit, pointing an accusing finger at the man. “fuck you and your fucking DEA work, Javier”

“Mi-”

“I had to wait forty minutes outside in rainy weather, trying to see if every car passing by would be yours.” you said, voice breaking towards the end. You felt uncomfortable waiting by yourself.

Javier shuts his eyes, forehead wrinkling as he tries to calm you down. He draws your name out in a firm but gentle tone.

You ignore him, replacing his words with your attitude. “You always do this!” you exclaim, voice rising.

“Leaving your wife and family second while you think it’s cool to go and chase criminals while risking your goddamn life.” You mutter, glaring at your husband.

“I didn’t want to leave you at the station all alone, honey. I’ve been sitting at my desk since afternoon drowning in paperwork the higher-ups dumped on us” he presses, eyes sincere but patience wearing thin.

You scoff, shaking your head. “So even stupid paperwork makes you forget your wife.”

Javier pinches his nose bridge, his head pounding as he tries to communicate with you.

You go back to cutting your vegetables, mumbling under your breath. “Who the fuck in Bogotá is giving you credit for slaving away all day trying to catch Escobar, hm?”

The words pierce through Javier’s heart.

Your eyes light up in fake sarcasm. “Oh, I bet it’s the fact that you’re too busy being a fucking doormat to all the younger agents at work aren’t you? What, Murphy said he can’t do his share of the work so he gave you his leftovers?” You spit.

“Hey," Javier snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."

Anger gets the best of you as you turn to the cutting board. Grabbing the first thing you saw.

A carrot piece shoots in his way. Javier flinches, the food hitting his chest. Your husband stands there, stunned at his wife’s childish behavior.

“Go fuck yourself, Peña” you say menacingly.

“We don’t throw food in this house, mama” he barks, hands on the hips of his belt, gun and badge tucked in his back. He would never use them on you.

A celery stick slaps Javier in the face this time, making his patience hanging on by a thread even thinner.

Maybe he could whip out the handcuffs.

“Dont you fucking call me that!” you said spitefully, throwing anything and everything you could at the man who dodged your attacks.

“Querida!” Javier raises his voice at you, a growl in his words.

You felt the cold, hard material in your hands for a split second before you’re throwing it at him, almost wondering yourself why you were getting so angry at Javier.

You didn’t want to fight this bad, but at the same time you were sick of watching him work himself to death, forgetting about you. This wasn’t the first time he did something like this.

But you already crossed that line. You both stand in silence, holding your breath as you realized what you threw.

Now it was your turn to fuck things up.

Javier’s lip snarls and his mustache is in a scary frown when he shifts his head.

Only a few inches beside his face lands a dull potato knife, wedged in the kitchen cupboards above. It wouldn’t have worked on anything since it was unsharpened and unused, but the tremendous force you had thrown it with allowed it to have been lodged in the wood.

You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth.

You both watch Javier slowly raise his hand, pulling the knife inches beside his head with ease before tossing it into the sink. The clatter of the metal blade hitting the sink rings in the kitchen. A swarm of guilt fills your chest as you stand still in fear.

“Javi… I-I’m so sorry” you say, heart beating against your chest, cautiously awaiting a reaction from him.

Javier dusts off the carrot peels on his shoulder, watching as his jaw tenses but shoulders relax.

“Come here.” he all but says quietly. You see Javier reaching for his back pocket, taking out his gun and badge and placing it on the counter.

That wasn’t what scared you.

What scared you was then seeing Javier pull out the silver handcuffs lodged in his back pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight of him playing around with them.

“Javi, I’ll go get the-“

“Come. Here.” Javier cuts you off, staring at you with dark eyes.

You swiftly shake your head, refusing to go. “It was an accident!” You exclaimed, dashing out the kitchen as you tried to escape Javier who was hot on your heels.

“Honey.” he says in a not so endearing way, a warning edge to his voice.

Tears littered your cheeks, knowing that you pushed Javier’s limits and that he would really punish you for how bratty you had been tonight.

You gasp, running up the stairs before strong arms encaged your frame, desperately trying to escape before shrieking in surprise as Javier hoisted you over his shoulder, a loud and painful smack being brought down to your ass by his strong hands. You grimaced, helplessly being brought to the kitchen in swift strides.

”It was an accident, I’m sorry, I was just so angry!” You wailed, groaning as your back hit the carpeted floors of your living room. Your vision was hazy, the dizziness getting to you as you saw Javier leave the room into the kitchen, and come back a few moments later. This time, he was unbuttoning his shirt, his forest of chest hair and strong muscles peeking through.

Javier took a deep breath, eying the way your t-shirt had hiked all the way up so your panties were showing. Your hair spread around your head like a halo, and he noticed how you clenched your thighs together in vulnerability.

“Some accidents need to be punished, baby” he muttered darkly.

You sobbed softly, nose red as you turned your head to the side, looking away from Javi’s menacing look. He didn’t mind, he knew once he was done messing with you, you would be clawing at his chest, begging him to fuck you properly while looking into his eyes. Javier leans down at your level, crawling on your body so he was on top and you were trapped on the bottom. He rips your t-shirt off of you, leaving you in your bare state with panties flimsy enough he could rip them with his teeth. Not today though, he had other things in mind.

He coos at your weak state, dropping his head so he could press a kiss to your sensitive neck, giving a small nip that made you yelp. Two large hands come to play with your nipples, pulling each one hard in between his fingers as you moaned hysterically.

“What did I say about being fucking mean?” He says roughly. He inhales your scent, smelling a sweet sense of fear.

“Carino,” a warm voice calls out, you can feel the grin spreading on Javier’s face. You cry in a mix of pain and pleasure when he flips you on your tummy, cheek pressing against the rough carpet material as Javier slots his hard member encased in his jeans, right by the curve of your ass.

“Answer me, mama”

A clinking of metal makes you cry out in protest. No, you wanted to say, feeling Javier cuff you behind your back like you were one of his petty drug thiefs. But a slap to your ass cheek makes you gasp, eyes shutting as Javier pulls your panties off.

”Being mean gets me punished” you responded softly, a pool of desire aching in your folds as you almost tutted your ass up to show him you were ready. “I’m sorry, Javier” you sniffled quietly, hoping he would hear.

Javier laughs, cocking his head to the side as one hand groped the flesh of your bum, and the other undid his belt buckle. The sound makes your mouth water, wondering if he’ll let you suck him off too for forgiveness.

“So you do know how to be nice?” He groans, giving you no time before his hard members penetrates your entrance, head turning back and eyes rolling when you clenched around his dick so well. “Javier!” You screamed, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the strong stretch.

Your arms ached, desperate for release so you could brace yourself against the floor for every hard thrust your husband would give you.

“Listen carefully, querida” he moans into your ear, humping you as you moaned loudly. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, alright?” When there was no answer, he slapped your cheek again, this time echoing throughout the living room and leaving a red splotch on your ass. “Answer me.” He growled, patience growing thin from your pathetic wailing.

You grit your teeth, hating the fact that you were supposed to be mad at Javier for forgetting about you, and yet here you were receiving back shots with a stinging red ass.

”Yes, Javier” you said back, feeling his girth stretch your walls.

”Good. And once I’m done fucking my pretty wife, you’re gonna suck me off like you mean it. That sounds good mi amor?”

You nodded in return, eyes shut and panting like a slut from the feeling of Javier slowing down his thrusts, deepening every stroke.

“Yes, Javier” you repeated.

He smiled, kissing your neck sweetly, contrasting his hip movements. “Thank you, mama” he replied, cherishing your sweet moans and gasps as he went at a deeper, harder pace.

It’s delirious, the whole situation. You feel as though you’re on cloud nine with the way Javier is so possessive of you, caging you like a butterfly in his garden with the apple of desire.

You felt sinful. You felt glorious. You needed his release to fill you up so badly.

“Javi…” you muttered, tits starting to get carpet burn from being fucked against the ground.

“I know mama, you’re doing so good for me. Taking your lesson so well” he groans, sweat beading at his forehead.

You were aching and begging for orgasm, but feeling Javier rut into you so passionately made it all worth it. It dissolved any anger, any resentment from earlier because you knew how good he could take care of you.

“You’re so fucking mean sometimes, you know that?” he tells you, brows furrowed and concentrated on fucking the daylights out of you. You could feel the handprints marking your hips, wondering how many of Javier’s marks would be on you tomorrow morning.

“I know” you sigh, feeling a slap come down on your ass as you groan louder.

“You’re so fucking stubborn sometimes, you know that too?” you pant, squirming under your cuffs. Javier shudders, your walls sucking him a little too well.

“I know.” He says back gruffly.

Javier feels the knot untying in his stomach, too late to tell you verbally as you felt his warm seed leak inside, cumming first.

“Merida”

You were also close, loving how despite already coming, Javier was fucking you so that you could cum too.

”I’m gonna” you pant, forgetting to finish your words as you felt hot liquid threatening to spill from every stroke he made in your hole.

Javier whispers, pressing ticklish kisses from his mustache to your bare shoulder. “Cum on my cock, baby, you know what to do” he muttered, both of you groaning loudly as both your releases became mixed inside you.

“Oh fuck, Javi!” you scream, hair a mess and pussy aching.

You feel dizzy, used but happy, shivering as a large sludge of your cum spills out and drips down your thigh to the carpet.

Javier is quick to lap you up with his tongue, slotting his face in your ass as he filthily cleans you up.

“Can you get these off me, please?” you ask him meekly, relishing the feeling of your sensitive wrists when they touch the cool air.

Your husband presses a kiss to each one, marking your ass and shoulders with playful hickeys and bruises.

You both catch your breath for a moment, Javier turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, your sensitive tits perking up.

It’s all so sudden but before you two realize it, you’re latching onto each other immediately, hungrily sharing a kiss as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Hermosa,” he tries to begin, before being shushed by you, pulling him back in to lovingly kiss your husband.

Sure, rough sex was great, but god did you love just kissing Javier absentmindedly. You had to touch each other, kiss each other, that was how you two made up.

“Lo siento, hermosa” he sighs, wanting to get lost in your embrace. You smile, knowing that Javier is sincere. “Me too.” You reply, voices hushed as it was now later in the night, the neighbors probably aware of what had happened next door. A moment passes.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to suck you off?” you asked innocently, gazing up at Javier as your head rested on his chest.

He grins, softly whispering a later as he played with your hair, cock soft against his thigh as your leg nudges it playfully.

He growls, nipping your ear. “Behave” he says firmly, cheeks rosy. This time you listen.

“Who picked you up today then if I didn’t come?” Javi asks, reaching over to wrap a blanket around you two near the fireplace.

You smile, knowing that you can’t always listen to Javier’s warnings. “Just some cute young taxi driver. Asked me for my number y’know” you grinned.

Javier looks down, eyes darkening as he mutters softly. “Unless you’re gonna be a brat again, you better watch yourself” he reaches for your mound, cupping you softly so you moan in pleasure, still sensitive from the previous activities. He hoists you above his stomach, feeling your nails scratch his pudge and bend down as you give him a kiss. “I’m just messing with you” you giggle, a familiar feeling coming back when his bare cock is nestled by your thighs. “He was old. A grandpapi” you said, feeling his hands roam the flesh of your ass.

You press a hand against Javier’s chest, giggling as you peck his jawline. He rolls his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist instinctively.

“I missed you.” he mutters, feeling you up.

You smile, remembering how warm it is on top of your husband before you shut your eyes softly.“Me too.”

You look up, apologizing to him. “Sorry for almost stabbing you with that knife”

You feel the vibrations and sounds of a loud chuckle, Javier holding on to you. “It was an accident” you mumble, circling shapes on his skin. He knows.

You make up for it by leaning in, pressing kisses under the shell of his ear. Whispering how you’ll let him stuff his cock in your mouth again to get even.

Fuck it, he thinks. He’d let you kill him anyday.

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

Agent Peña

Summary: You and Javi are unpacking as you move into your new house, when you come across something unusual in one of the boxes. Surprise, it's Javi's old tac vest, and boy, do you need to show him how good he still looks in it.

Word Count: 5.3K (I'm surprised it's not longer, I could write a thesis about this vest)

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (no used of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) BOY OH BOY- unprotected p in v sex (be better pls), oral (m receiving), face fucking, mastrubation (f), big ole praise kink, creampie, cum play (ig??), soft dom!Javi (still being our consent king as always), Javi lifts reader up on the dresser and holds her hair, Javi's got a FILTHY mouth, THE VEST STAYS ON LADIES AND GENTS (gn)

A/N: ....Well.... Here we are. This idea has been rotting in the back of my brain for SO long, and I am finally ready to serve my time in horny jail 🫡 As y'all know, Javi's tac vest is deeply important to me, and it only feels right to support my namesake as such by sharing my deeply dirty thoughts of getting absolutely obliterated by this man in that stupid fucking vest. If you know me, no you DON'T, please do not make eye contact with me for the next 7-10 business days. 🤪

This can be read as a stand alone, or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!!

“Are you sure this is the last box?” 

“Yes, Hermosa, I’m positive.”

“Well, that was your answer 3 boxes ago, Jav.” 

You laughed to yourself, hauling what was supposedly the last cardboard box out of the back of Javi’s truck as you followed behind him into your new house. Your official move in day had finally come, and while you and Javi had been periodically transporting things from your apartment to the new house since it had been finished with construction, today was the last day on your lease, and the first day of your forever in your new home together. While you couldn't have been more excited to finally be in a real home of your own with Javi, you were much less excited about the 47 trips you had made in and out of the house, hauling boxes to and from Javi’s truck, and unpacking your entire existence into your new living space. 

You let out a little grunt as you set down the box into the mountain-like pile that had accumulated in your living room, Javi sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he planted a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“You promise this was the last one?” You giggled, your voice oozing with sarcasm as you gave Javi a playful nudge while he held you in his grasp. 

“Promise.” He laughed, giving you a squeeze, only making you squeal and squirm even more. “Hopefully unpacking shouldn’t take too long, I’ll start moving the heavier shit upstairs and in the garage, and I’ll come help you down here when I’m done.” 

“What, are you saying I'm not strong enough to carry the heavy boxes? Rude.” You teased, spinning around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest, one eyebrow raised. 

“You know that’s not what I’m trying to say, you dork.” Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at your utter lack of seriousness in response to his comment. 

“I don’t know… Sure seems like it to me… I just don’t think that- HEY! PUT ME DOWN! STOP, STOP, YOU MEANIE!” You screeched, flapping your arms in hysterical laughter as Javi slung you over his shoulder, trapping you in the only way he’d figured out how to get you to stop with your never ending sass- tickling you until you were close to tears. “Fine, I- Javi! Stop! You win! You win! Let me go, you butt!” 

“Did you just call me a butt?” He snorted, setting you back down on the ground, smirking at the goofy grin on your face as you tried to recompose yourself, post tickle torture. 

“I would have come up with a better insult if I wasn’t close to almost peeing my pants.” You grumbled, sticking your tongue out at Javi, the two of you trying your best to keep from bursting into laughter again. 

“Will you just go start unpacking, weirdo? The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can go break in the new bed.” He smirked, biting down on his lip, his eyes looking you up and down with a mischievous sparkle. 

“Oooorrrrrr… We could just go break it in now and unpack later?” You shrugged, placing your hands on Javi’s chest, grabbing a fist full of the soft cotton of his worn t-shirt as you pressed up on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his pouty lip. 

“As much as I want to,” He paused, pressing his lips back into yours, feeling the smile of his smug grin, “If we go now, there’s no way all of this is ever getting unpacked.” 

“Ugh, fine. You win again, Mr. Reasonable.” You frowned, giving him one last quick kiss before pulling away to search through the endless sea of cardboard to sort where each box needed to go. You reached down, hoisting up one labeled “bedroom” and resting it on your hip, pointing to the scratchy scribbles of Javi’s handwriting. “Look! I’m already going to the bedroom, soooooo…” 

“Osita…”   

“Fine, fine. You better move those boxes fast. Rude to keep your wife waiting like this, ya know.” 

“Will you please just go unpack, Hermosa?” He sighed, laughing and shaking his head, hiking up two boxes, heavy enough to make his biceps flex and the veins in his forearms incredibly noticeable. You could almost hear yourself audibly gulp as you watched him walk up the stairs, the muscles of his back flexing and straining deliciously against the gray cotton of his t-shirt. 

“Jesus fucking Christ…” You muttered to yourself, in awe of your husband’s sheer broadness. So in awe, in fact, that you hadn’t even realized you had let your box slip from its place resting against your hip onto the living room floor, making you jump and startle yourself, scrambling to try and pick it back up in hopes that Javi hadn’t noticed. 

“You okay, baby?” Javi shouted from halfway up the stairs, peeking his head over the railing to see what had happened. 

“Yup, yup, totallyyyyy fine, all good, just going to unpack, nothing to see here.” You mumbled, darting down the hallway, eyes peeled in whatever direction was the exact opposite of Javi. 

Oof. You better find a way to become the world’s fastest unpacker. 

Thankfully, you and Javi seemed to make an unspoken pact to unpack in separate parts of the house to avoid distracting each other, Javi now working on organizing things in the garage while you worked on sorting all of the things that belonged in your master bedroom. Clothes and sheets had been easy to put away compared to all of the pots and pans you had unboxed in the kitchen before this, working your best to put things away as fast as you could with keeping the metal clashing and clanging to a minimum.

 As you dragged the last box labeled “Master Bedroom” into your room from the hallway, you were curious what kind of contents could be inside, considering you’d put away all of yours and Javi’s clothes, and whatever bedding belonged in your room. You spun the box around to each side, looking for any more clues, until your last turn, where you found “Javi DEA” printed on the upper corner. 

You paused for a moment, letting your fingers drum across the tattered cardboard, questioning whether or not you should leave it for Javi to deal with, or open it up for yourself. You gently chewed on your bottom lip as you internally debated, trying to rationalize with yourself before quite literally opening up a box into Javi’s past.

You had heard about the good, bad and ugly that had been Javi’s life in Colombia before returning home to Laredo, so you would be shocked to find something in this box that Javi really didn’t want you to see. 

It’s not like there was anything he’d be trying to hide from you in there, right? Probably just a bunch of badges and paperwork, anyways. 

With a little sigh and a shrug, you carefully ripped down the seam of the tape holding the box together, slowly lifting the cardboard flaps to reveal the contents inside. As you peeked into the box, you let out a little huff of relief to find out that your suspicions were correct- nothing but file folders, old badges and ancient coffee mugs with DEA symbols slapped across the front. 

You began making your way through the box, sorting its contents into piles for Javi to go through once he was finished in the garage. Even though majority of the items inside the DEA box were less than thrilling (unless you had a thing for reading 50 page long contracts full of legal jargon), you did get a kick out of Javi’s old badges, giggling at his grumpy frown that seemed to be plastered across his face in every picture he took from the time he started, until he retired. What cracked you up even more was finding the badges from the first few years Javi must have started working for the DEA, still sporting his signature pout, but with a clean shaven baby face you had only had the pleasure of seeing from the photo albums of Javi's youth that his father, Chucho, had so lovingly offered to share with you.

You gave the picture a sweet smile before setting it down with the rest of the badges in the growing pile, mindlessly reaching back into the box to pull out what you assumed would be more file folders full of paperwork. Except this time, you felt your fingertips graze against what felt like tough and worn fabric, dragging your hand further along the cloth until hitting a patch of scratchy velcro, making you cock your head in confusion. You scooted yourself over closer to the box, peering under the few manilla folders left inside to spot an army green strap popping out from in between them. 

Now very much intrigued, you dug your hand between the sea of papers, yanking on the mystery item to reveal a deep olive green vest, followed by a few crinkled pictures that must have been stuck inside it, gently fluttering to the floor in front of you. You set down the much heavier than expected vest to pick up one of the photos face down on the carpet, only to turn it over and feel your jaw practically drop to the floor and eyes bulge out of your skull. Because in that picture, was not just any photo of Javi from his time in Colombia, this was a photo of Javi, in the very vest that you had dug out from the bottom of his box. 

And holy fuck did he look hot. 

Frantically, you picked up another photo that had fallen to the floor, feeling your heart legitimately skip a beat to find it was another shot of him in the vest, his dark curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat soaking his skin and the light blue button down underneath it, hands resting on the hips of his dark gray khaki pants that left very little to the imagination. You flipped over one last picture, only to find the same, breathtaking visual of him in that damn vest, his biceps straining against the sweat-stained cotton of his army green shirt, the veins in his forearms prominently on display as he held the gun he was carrying pointed at the ground. 

While you had never seen these photos, or even known about this mystery vest until today, there was a part of you that was glad you hadn’t- the way Javi looked suited up in that vest had your head reeling in a way you weren’t sure you’d ever recover from, because Jesus Fucking Christ, it was the hottest goddamn thing you’d ever seen. 

Your eyes darted back and forth between the three photos, each picture somehow looking better than the last every time you found a new detail to drink in that made Javi look even more delicious.

Holy fuck.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander even further than it already was, picturing what Javi would look like with it on now, the broadness of his shoulders filling out the vest even more than he would have the last time he wore it. 

You were so entranced, so lost in ogling at how attractive Javi looked in the vest, that you hadn’t noticed the sound his familiar footsteps trudging down the hallway, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom and watching you as you sat cross legged on the floor, hunched over the now nearly empty box. 

“Hey, Hermosa, I’m almost all done in the garage if you wanna-” Javi’s voice quietly trailed off as his eyes wandered, looking at the items from inside the box spread across the floor, stopping at the long forgotten sight of his old tac vest propped up against the cardboard.

He couldn’t help but quietly laugh to himself, simply out of shock that you had even found the vest in the first place, considering he hadn’t even remembered it had been living inside a box that hadn’t been touched since it was shipped back to Laredo with the rest of his things post DEA.

“Where the hell’d you find this? I haven’t seen this thing in fucking years.” He chuckled, reaching down to pick up the well worn armor, letting his thumb run along the seams of the rough fabric as he held it up in front of him, blocking your blushing and bright red face from his view. 

“It was uh- it was at the bottom of the box.” You gulped, trying not to stumble over your words, biting down on your tongue to try and keep your embarrassingly sheepish smirk at bay, Javi’s eyes now meeting yours as he lowered the vest from his view. He tilted his head in confusion at your clearly flustered state, reaching out his free hand to gently grab your arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin, his touch only making you more riled up. 

“Hermosa, are you okay?” 

“Yeah I’m- yes, I’m- I��m fine, it’s stupid.” You muttered, making no attempts to cover up your clearly blatant lie, darting your eyes away from Javi and shifting your gaze to the floor to try and hide your hot, flushed face, embarrassed that you were this worked up from 3 old photos and a piece of police gear.

But unfortunately for you, Javi knew you like the back of his hand, and knew all too well when you weren’t telling him something that was on your mind. 

Letting his hand slide up your arm and across your collarbone, he stopped at your chin, forcing your gaze back on him, giving you a smug shrug and raise of his eyebrows, silently waiting for your real response, the one he knew you were hiding behind your bashful facade. 

“What’s going on, baby?” 

With your eyes locked on his, thumb resting under your jaw, you had no choice but to swallow your own pride, the sweet dark brown of his glare coaxing your sheepish secret right out of you. 

“There were- there were pictures of you in the vest in the box. You look- Jesus, Javi, you look really fucking hot.” 

“That’s it?” He laughed, softly swiping his thumb across your cheek, still feeling like he hadn’t quite gotten everything out of you. 

“Well I was thinking... that uh- if- what-” 

“What, baby? Talk to me, it’s okay.” 

Oh, fuck me. 

“Would you, um, would- would you put it on?” 

“Put it on?” He chuckled, lifting up the vest, gesturing towards it. 

“Mhhmmmm.” You nodded, letting your tongue run against your teeth before biting down on your bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat rapidly creeping through your body. 

“Like, right now?” 

“Like, right now.” 

Realizing that you were completely serious about your request, Javi let out a playful scoff, running his hand over the back of his neck, almost as flustered by your ask as you were at the thought alone of seeing him in his vest. 

“Really? I mean, uh- yeah, okay.” Working in a quick and determined silence, Javi began slipping the vest over his head, pulling it over his broad shoulders and unfastening the velcro sides before readjusting them, tugging the flaps tighter against his stomach to hold them in place, quietly grumbling to himself. “Used to be able to pull these a lot tighter…” He groaned, flattening the last strap against the velcro.

As his focused shifted from his vest to you, he couldn’t help but smirk at the dumbfounded look on your face- the image in front of you leaving you so completely stunned, you felt like you needed to wipe the corner of your mouth to make sure that there wasn’t any drool coming out of it. Your brain was so short circuited, at a loss to form any sort of coherent sentence, the best you could muster out was a low, shaky, “Holy fucking shit.” 

“Didn’t know you had a thing for tactical vests.” Javi grinned with a devilish look slowing spreading across his face, seeing the complete and utter mess you were becoming as he slowly stepped towards you, the looming image of his broad body in that fucking vest making your heart race and your palms sweat. 

“Well, I- I didn’t, um, I didn’t-” You stammered, your breath trembling as you tried to respond, your brain going blank as you watched Javi approach you. Before you had a chance to even try to and concoct some sort of answer, Javi’s hand was back under your chin, fingers wrapped around your jaw with a much tighter and demanding presence than just a few moments ago, sensing the undeniable shift of palpable tension in the room. 

“Didn’t what? Use your words, sweet girl.” He rasped, teasing you with his knowingly smug smirk, his words shooting straight to your core, making your stomach flip in anxious arousal. 

You could feel your words bobbing in your throat as you swallowed, your tongue darting out of your parted mouth, desperate to taste Javi’s lips now barely ghosting yours, patiently waiting for your response, relishing in the needy mess he could sense you were quickly becoming. 

“Didn’t realize it until I saw you in it. You look- fuck- you look so hot.” You whispered, feeling his warm breath against your skin as he sucked at your pulse point, his teeth nipping at your neck as a ragged moan escaped your mouth. “Javi…” 

“Not gonna give you what you want 'till you tell me. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” You could practically feel his satisfied smirk as his kisses worked their way down your neck towards your chest, each press of his lips taunting you, only making it harder and harder for any part of your brain to function. 

“I wanna- fuck- I wanna suck your dick. Fuck, I need to taste you.” You whimpered, reaching out to run your hand across his vest, letting it trail from his chest, down to his stomach, your fingertips grazing his belt buckle before a firm grasp wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand in place and stopping it from traveling any further. 

“Nuh-uh.” Javi tutted, rasping in your ear. “Be a good girl and ask first. Tell me how badly you need it.”  

“Please, Javi. Fuck, please let me suck your dick, baby. Please.” You moaned, sounding more desperate than you had intended, but fuck, there was nothing you wanted to do more than drop to your knees and worship him in the most sinful way you could.  

“Jesus, you’re so fucking pretty when you beg for it. You need me that bad, Hermosa?” Javi grinned, feeling you nod your head frantically, the hand he was holding in his grasp reaching for below his belt. “Okay, baby, show me how bad you need me, huh?” 

In an instant, you were dragging your hands down his vest, sinking to the ground as you frantically worked to undo his belt buckle, the quiet clang of the metal singing a song of sweet relief as you shuffled his pants down his legs before hooking your fingers around the elastic waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to meet his pants. pooling around his ankles. His cock sprung free as it was released, already painfully hard and weeping with precum as it slapped against his stomach, the sight alone making you lick your lips. You kissed the inside of his thighs, trailing your way up to his shaft in long, languid movements, dragging your tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock before sinking just his tip between your lips, swirling it in your mouth. 

You had barely touched him, but you were already so worked up that what had started as just a wet patch in your underwear had now turned into the fabric becoming completely soaked in your slick, leaving your cunt aching and throbbing. With your mouth still sucking and flicking at his tip, you couldn’t help but let your hand snake down your front, sneaking between your skin and the waistband of your pants as it dipped into your underwear. You let your fingers slide through your folds, before sinking them into your heat, your hips instinctively grinding down on your hand to find any sort of temporary relief as you fucked yourself with your fingers. 

Looking up at him with batted lashes, you sunk your mouth deeper down on his length, hollowing your cheeks as you took him inch by inch, watching his eyes go wide as you took the hand that had just been inside your pants back out to reveal the shiny slick covering your fingers, then wrapping them around his base, covering his shaft in your arousal. 

It was taking everything in him just to say fuck it right then and there, to toss you onto the bed and fuck you until you were begging him to stop, but watching the way you worked around his cock so needily had him so stunned, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but let you work your magic. 

“Jesus, fuck…” Javi muttered to himself, already feeling his balls beginning to tighten as your head bobbed along his dick, sinking down just enough to let the deep, musky scent of the curls at the base of his shaft tickle your nostrils. 

It wasn’t long before his hand was buried deep in your hair, his fingers cradling the back of your head as his hips began to buck towards your face, trying to hold himself back from full-on fucking your throat, until your fingers wrapped around the back of his thighs, bracing yourself as you gave Javi your silent nod of approval to keep going. Letting a low groan rumble in his chest, his second hand met the one already palming the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock as he thrust deeper into your throat, tears welling in your eyes and saliva spilling out the corners of your mouth. His tip brushed against your gag reflex, making you dig your fingertips further and further into his skin. 

“Oh fuck- this what you wanted, Quierda? To get on your knees and let me- shit, shit, shit- fuck that pretty little mouth of yours like the good girl you are?” Javi hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep himself together as he watched his length slide in and out of your mouth, tempted to let himself go and spill deep down your throat, watching his spend drip down your lips. But he knew he’d be kicking himself if he wasn’t finishing buried in the depths of your cunt, your warm, wet walls milking him of every last drop, clenching around him as you came. 

That was enough to pull him back to his senses, guiding his dick out of your mouth, the two of you catching your breath as you wiped your hand with the back of your mouth in confusion, wondering what had made him back off so quickly. 

“Javi, are you okay? Did I do something wr-oh!” You gasped, stumbling as Javi forcefully pulled you to your feet, manhandling you towards your dresser, your mouths becoming a mess of tangled tongues and teeth as your back bumped against the wooden edge. Javi’s hands were under your legs, grabbing you and hosting you up to sit on top of it, ripping your pants and underwear down off your hips and tossing them to the floor. 

“I need to be inside you. Fuck, I need to feel you when I fuck you full of me.” He mewled, reaching down to stroke himself as he lined his dick up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, coating it even more in your slick before sinking himself deep into your pussy, flushing his hips against you as his cock bumped against your cervix. Even though you were already soaking wet, you couldn’t help but whimper at the sweet sting of how full Javi’s stretch made you feel, gripping around the shoulder straps of his tac vest for dear life as he began to thrust in and out of you, already setting a punishing, desperate pace. 

You wrapped your legs around the small of his back just under his vest, whimpering and moaning into his shoulder as your buried your face in the crook of his neck the lewd noises of muted moans and slapping skin filling the room as Javi punched into you, his cock splitting you open in the best way possible. 

“Javi, oh fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good, oh shit-”  You whined, your brain going blank, babbling between moans, already feeling a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine while Javi’s hands gripped around your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you hard and deep. Your cunt was starting to clench around his cock, pounding into that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars and screaming his name as you could feel yourself coming undone around him. 

Rutting your hips against him, the hairs at his base rubbed your clit, the friction giving you just enough stimulation to send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a ferocious intensity, flooding every inch of your body with pleasure. 

“That’s it. Give it to me, Hermosa. Fuck- cum all over me baby girl.” Javi hissed through gritted teeth, his words humming deep in his throat as he fucked you through your high, his hands holding you in place as you melted into him, your body going limp as you came. “You gonna give me another one, Querida? Be a good girl and give me one more before I fuck you so full of me, I’ll be dripping out of you for days.” 

You were so lost in your pleasure, you couldn’t find any words, simply nodding your head as you moaned into his neck, only starting to come to when you suddenly felt an emptiness in your cunt, Javi pulling out to scoot you off the dresser, guiding your feet to the floor as he turned you over, splaying your chest across the wooden surface and pinning your arms behind your back. Gently nudging your feet wider, you could feel his broad body looming over yours, his hot breath dancing across your neck as he nibbled at your ear. 

“You still okay, Osita?” 

“Mhmmmm” You whimpered, your body trembling as Javi’s hands ran across your hips, feeling his hard length pressed against your ass, wiggling your bottom half against him, desperate for him to ease the emptiness between your legs again. 

“Lemme hear you say it, baby. Tell me how bad you need it.” Javi grunted, now dragging his cock through your folds, teasing your dripping entrance, waiting painfully patiently for your response. 

“I need it so bad, Javi, please, please baby.” You moaned, rolling your hips and pushing your ass back on him, doing anything to try and feel him inside you again. 

“My needy girl. Shhhhh, it’s okay baby, I’ve got you.” Javi smirked, flushing his hips against your ass as he bottomed out inside you, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure.

He slowly began thrusting in and out of you, dragging his cock along your heat, each stroke punching against your g-spot, so wet that you could hear each rut of his hips as he buried himself deeper and deeper into your hilt. 

You were so blissed out, barely hanging by a thread as you felt heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, that you were resting your head against the dresser, closing your eyes as you felt yourself coming undone. That was until Javi’s firm grasp shifted from pinning your hands behind your back to sliding up your neck, resting his hand under your jaw and forcing your gaze into the mirror on top of your dresser. 

Your eyes locked with Javi’s, the reflection of him in his vest towering behind you as he thrusted into you over and over, watching the brown pools of his eyes darken with lust as he watched you slowly begin to come undone under him. 

“Eyes on me, baby. Wanna see that pretty face when you cum all over me.” 

The image of him was all consuming- His wide shoulders spilling from the sides of the vest, his dark, damp curls sticking to his forehead from the sheen of his sweat that had begun to pool in his brow, the wrecked look painted across his face making you weaker and weaker as you could feel the heat creeping up your legs and through your core. 

Reaching back, you grabbed on to the side of his vest, burying your fingers into the thick fabric for dear life as his pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming faster and sloppier with each snaps of his hips as he felt your pussy fluttering around his length, watching you turn into a puddle below him. 

“I know you’re close, baby. C’mon Hermosa, oh shit- give it to me.” Javi grunted, letting his hand drop from your jaw to snake down your body, the pads of his fingers circling your clit with just enough force to have you screaming his name, clenching your cunt around his cock as you came. 

“Javi, Javi, oh fuck, fuck, fuck-” You babbled, your eyes practically rolling in the back of your head as Javi began to follow suit, rambling incoherently, chasing his own high. 

“I know, baby, I know. Such a good fucking girl, taking me so well. Fuck, oh shit- I’m close, too. Oh, fuck me- Jesus Christ, I’m gonna-ahhhhhh-” With only a few more thrusts, Javi was spilling inside you, his spend pulsing against your walls as he milked himself of every drop he had, his body slumping over yours as your chests rose and fell in sync, trying to catch your breath. 

Your legs trembled as the warm mix of your spend trailed down your thighs, only to be caught by his fingers, slowly dragging your combined arousal back up your skin before taking it and pushing it back into your entrance, languidly pulsing his digits in and out of your dripping hole, making a ragged moan fall from your lips as he nipped at your neck, softly sucking at your pulse point. 

“Gonna keep you full of me all night, sweet girl, all fucking night.” 

“Holy fuck…” You whined, finally catching your breath enough to speak before pushing yourself back up to stand, turning around to grab Javi’s face, pulling him in for an electric, passionate kiss before letting your hands rest on the worn army green of his vest, quietly laughing to yourself in disbelief. “Jesus fucking Christ, Javi.” 

“You okay, Osita? Sorry if I got carried away, I just- fuck, seeing how worked up you were, I-” 

“Javier Jesús Peña, you better not be apologizing to me for being the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in that goddamn vest. I swear to God, I’m never letting you take that thing off. Well… On second thought, if you don’t take it off I don’t think I will ever be productive ever again because holy shit.” 

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh to yourselves as Javi wrapped his arms around your waist, his thumbs tracing soft circles against the bare skin of your hips, looking out at the scattered sea of pants and underwear on the floor that had been quickly left behind during your horny antics. 

“Well, if you let me take it off,” Javi grinned, pressing a chast kiss on your cheek and then peppering them towards your lips, “then we can go take a shower to clean up,” he paused again, feeling his smile against your mouth, “we can go break in the bed, and I can return your little favor from earlier since someone was too eager to get dicked down to let me.” 

“Oh, shut up, can you blame me? Don’t have to ask me twice.” You giggled, raising a playful eyebrow at Javi. “Just promise me one thing, okay?” 

“Of course, Hermosa. Anything.” 

“Don’t you ever get rid of that fucking vest, Agent Peña.” 

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Chapter 1

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: Javier Peña and his partner can't stand each other, but to take down an old enemy they are forced to work together and pretend to be a complacent married couple.

Series warnings: language , violence, alcohol use, slow burn, angst, mutual pining, smut (18+ MDNI), creampie, oral sex (m and f), fingering, masturbation (m and f), trauma and SA referencing.

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Before to start… so here we are… I am very excited and nervous to write about this story 'cause I really care 'bout it. 🙏 I'm not an expert on these spy agencies, so if I got something wrong, don't get angry or offended. 😬 And maybe some aspects of Peña's character may change, if it's necessary. I don’t know how many chapters the story will have. If you want to follow my new fanfiction, I appreciate it 🙏

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If there's one thing you really can't stand it's Monday mornings, not finding coffee on your desk in the office, not being able to catch a criminal after a long investigation that has taken you so much time and energy, you are in the office and you persistently look at the documentation related to Alvaro Monteiro, also known as 'El Diablo,' a drug dealer known in South America but also in half of the European countries, now also infamous for exploitation of prostitution and organ trafficking in countries like Mexico and Argentina.

You shake your head trying to bring order to the few testimonies about his movements, sightings, and the last deals he conducted; those who could really talk are afraid for their relatives and their own lives; those who talk more are found with a bullet in their head somewhere.

You hold your head in your hands watching the faces of all the young women, men and even children caught up in this so far endless trail of blood and death. You don't know when you will arrest Monteiro, but you know one thing for sure, you will not let up until you catch him. They wouldn't call you Bulldog like that.

Everyone whispers this nickname of yours because of your determination at work and then because, if you start pursuing a case, it becomes your priority even over your own life. None of your colleagues, however, has ever dared to openly call you that. With the exception of your insufferable colleague Javier Peña.

Speaking of him, he's a huge pain in the ass, a huge Don Juan who is convinced he can have everyone at his feet with that grin and his dark eyes always ready to look seductively at anyone who comes his way. He even hit on you once, but you told him everything you thought about him, about his absurd ways of getting information about investigations, about how he slept with half the office and all of them, even though they had been dumped by him, kept kissing the ground he walked on!

That's crazy.

By the way, here he comes into the office, agent Peña, hair perfectly coiffed, glasses on his nose, winking smile, and everyone looking at him dreamily, you roll your eyes and shake your head to go back to looking at the Monteiro dossier.

"Good mornin'." he greets you in a detached tone.

By the way, you and Peña can't stand each other. Not because you stood him up, or maybe even because of that, but because both of you were engaged on the Monteiro case a couple of years earlier. You each had your own method of investigation, as you do now for that matter, and you ended up pointing a gun at each other losing your target and then blaming each other in front of your boss. Your boss removed you from the case.

From that moment on, Peña treats you frostily, if he has to spite you he does, if he has to tell you a nasty thing he tells you, he doesn't think twice about it, if he has any news he keeps it to himself and reports it to your superior making you look like an amateur always bent over papers and little in action.

"Good mornin', Agent Peña," you greet him in the same tone.

Within a year of being removed from the case, however, Peña continued to keep his female informants - mostly prostitutes - on the alert about all that might be his movements, you for your part have always kept an eye on money movements and possible strange transfers from American to Mexican banks and vice versa, all of which led your boss to reassign both of you the case, making you promise to cooperate and share any information that either of you might obtain. Collaboration that has not happened so far, however, not entirely, at least.

Peña lays his palms on the documentation you were sifting through forcing you to look up at him, looking at you insistently with his huge dark eyes with the expression of someone who is studying someone intensely.

You sigh, "What do you want?" you ask him.

"Just to inform you," he replies.

You lean your back against the chair and raise your eyebrows as if to invite him to continue, you cross your arms "That would be news!" you exclaim in an icy tone "I'm all ears."

"Monteiro has been spotted in Paloma Beach, France."

You widen your eyes, spreading your lips wide, he smiles in that annoyed grin.

"Peña. Speak up. Now." you tell him, looking him straight in the eye.

He leans against the desk "I'm glad to have your attention," he says crossing his arms in a satisfied expression of someone who got to a race first "I thought you were too focused on staring at the paper…"

"Peña, you have my attention and if you don't talk right now I'm going to kick your ass and throw you out of my office!" you threaten him in an icy tone "So?"

He sighs, "Always in a good mood, I see!"

"Always a stupid and misplaced sarcasm," you retort using the same tone.

"Whatever," he says showing a green folder in his hands "Monteiro has been spotted in France, in Saint - Jean - Cap - Ferrat." he's telling you, because you're too eager to read news about the narco-trafficker, you get up from your chair and make to pull the clipboard away from him, but he's faster than you and pulls it away from your reach. You almost end up against him, you're within an arm's length of his angular nose and those dark pools, you both immediately retreat. He clears his throat and then resumes, "I was saying, Monteiro has been spotted there and according to this informant of mine he will be there for the next few summer months."

"When would the informant have told you these things?" you ask him raising an eyebrow.

"Does it matter?" he asks you raising an eyebrow as well.

No, not really considering how she must have gotten this information. You don't want to hear him say it, you are bothered by this display of how able he's to get his informants to talk and get comfortable and then get them to confess what he wants to know. No, thank you.

"Have you told Diáz yet?" you ask him, furrowing your brow.

"Claro." he answers you raising his eyebrows with a satisfied air.

"Cabrón." you answer him curtly.

You don't speak Spanish, but obviously living in those parts of South America you had to learn and especially you had to learn how to respond in tone to Peña's exclamations who likes to retort punctually in Spanish. In the early days he was doing it on purpose to retort in Spanish having realized you didn't understand Spanish and who knows how many he must have said to you and you didn't even understand them, but from the moment you started studying Spanish, you started responding in tone leaving him surprised in the early days, then it became a habit of yours to retort on each other with Spanish barbs.

"Muy bien, shall we go?" he asks you.

"Where?"

"Diáz of course! Did you have your coffee this morning, agent?" he asks as he gets up from your desk and adjusts his dark pants.

"And did you ever go to sleep?" you ask him making to head for the door. He does before you, however, and opens the door for you, then makes a hand gesture at which you roll your eyes and snort.

"Let it not be said that agent Peña is not a gentleman!" he exclaims.

"You're supposed to be a gentleman with all the poor girls you screw and then quit!" you exclaim. You just can't stand it, you can't help it.

Diáz is your boss, a man of about fifty, sturdy build, graying hair, big eyes with thick lenses on his nose, he wants everything to work perfectly in his department.

"Sir." you say as you enter his office.

"Sir." Peña greets as he enters the office closing the door "You wanted to see us?"

"Yes, thank you for coming, agents. I know you are both involved in the Monteiro case and as we know Monteiro has now become a world class criminal. I am in contact with departments in other countries and it's been confirmed that he is in France." he pauses "Do you speak French?"

You wrinkle your forehead, "Sir?"

"I need two agents - you -" he says pointing at both of you "to go there in the field in Saint - Jean - Cap - Ferrat to investigate undercover."

"Sir, with all due respect," you continue "but this is perhaps a CIA job-- we-- we are just DEA agents." you state externalizing your concern "We don't have the proper training to…"

"Agent," Diáz resumes, "I understand your fear, but the Monteiro case has become important to all of us. Monteiro could be in France today, the day after he disappeared from circulation again, it's too important for us to catch him."

You watch Peña in the hope of getting his support, but you see him thoughtfully "They will find out right away that we are agents, they might-" you are about to say they might kill you right away or torture you to figure out what you know and then kill you, but it's Peña who interrupts your stream of thought "When are we going to get him?"

Diáz smiles, "Have a seat, now I will explain everything."

Diáz explains to you in hand that you will not be completely alone, there will be CIA men who will be ready to intervene if you deem it necessary. He also explains to you that you will change your names, you will be Blanca Torres and Peña will be Diego Torres, and the role you will have to play. Diáz explains to you you will be two newlyweds on honeymoon ready to enjoy the sea, the sun, but your true goal will be to approach Monteiro and try to understand his plans and catch him.

"Todo claro? " asks your superior.

"Si." replies Peña.

"Está bien, aquí están sus pasaportes. Nadie te hará preguntas en el aeropuerto, pero sé discreto." continues Diáz in Spanish.

"¿Cuándo nos iremos?" you ask him not at all enthusiastically.

"In two days, just enough time to get the final paperwork in order. Needless to say, be discreet, don't ask too many questions around and play smart." he tells you again "Remember your roles and you won't fail." he adds taking your leave.

When Peña closes the office door behind him, you throw yourself into your chair with a despondent air "What do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" he asks you crossing his arms and furrowing his brow.

"Peña, you and I can't stand each other and now we have to pretend to be husband and wife, I don't know if you got that!" you exclaim nervously.

"Sure, Blanca. Or would you prefer, amor?" he asks smiling at you with that slapping face of him.

You roll your eyes; you don't know how you're going to stand him! You hope to catch Monteiro in a few days and put an end to that charade as soon as possible.

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soft spot for trouble series | (hbf!javi) - javi x f!reader

after a dinner party at your house, a simple game ignites a falling out between you and your husband. who happens to be javier peña's best friend. needless to say, things get messy.

⟡ part one (6.3k): tw: drunk sex. javier peña is back from colombia and decides to spend some time with you and your husband, his best friend since college. after telling a story you know nothing about, an argument ensues between you and your husband, and you get drunk… both on whiskey, and on javi.

⟡ part two (6.8k): after waking up in javi– peña's house, guilt rushes you. after discovering another truth about your husband, you wonder if your marriage is salvageable.

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Soft Dom!Joel x Fem Reader

Summary: Joel stumbles upon your dirty mag, noticing your favorite pages bear a striking resemblance to himself! Takes place in Jackson sometime after TLOU

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI SMUT!!!  This is not fluffy even a little bit, kind of pervy joel, kind of sleazy too, smut, female masturbation, cunnilingus, soft dom!joel, shy reader, consensual PIV sex, humiliation kinda, joel loves a full bush, begging, joel is dominant but not like, aggressive?? let me know if I missed any

A/N: Y’all, I am very very very proud of this one! Please enjoy this depravity. And have a lovely holiday weekend <3 I am just a few shy of 1k followers, but consider this my thank you for all of your support 😸💗 

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Javier Peña is Joel’s pornstar doppelgänger. I don’t make the rules.

After a long day, Joel was ready to relax and enjoy a bonfire with you. It’s how you spent a lot of summer nights in Jackson, you and Joel and sometimes Ellie just sitting around the fire, sharing stories and shooting the shit.

Tonight Ellie was at Dina’s having a sleepover, leaving just you and Joel together. It was nice to spend nights alone with Joel. Sometimes you’d talk about anything and everything and other nights you’d just share a comfortable silence. After everything you went through on your way to Jackson, it was nice to enjoy some peaceful nights with Joel. 

Upstairs, Joel changed into some plaid pajama pants and a slim fitting t-shirt and made his way through the hall and to the top of the staircase, his heavy footsteps alerting you of his presence. 

“Joel?” you shouted to him from the kitchen. You were preparing a snack in preparation for the bonfire. “Can you grab me a hair tie please?” 

You were peeling apples and slicing bread to make pudgy pies for you and Joel to share. It’s one of the campfire snacks he introduced to you and Ellie. Back before the outbreak, he said, people would use canned pie filling or peanut butter and Nutella as filling for the toasted sandwiches. Now you had to get more creative, so you opted for spiced and sugared apple slices. You preferred berries, but apples were Joel’s favorite filling for dessert. You didn’t mind. He used to make these for his daughter.

“Where can I find one?” he called back. 

“On my bedside table, right by the lamp,” you stepped closer to the staircase so you didn’t have to raise your voice as much. “It should just be a plain black one.”

Joel nodded and walked to your room. At your bedside table, he didn’t see any hair ties. Just some jewelry and a comic book Ellie lent you that she wanted you to read. Perhaps it was in the drawer? 

 Joel opened the drawer and rummaged around your belongings. There was a bottle of your favorite almond scented lotion from the local soap maker, your journal and some pencils, but no hair tie. He should have called out to you to ask if there was another spot your hair tie might be at, but curiosity got the better of him. He knew it was wrong to snoop through your personal belongings, but he couldn’t help himself.

Joel pulled the drawer out a little further and lifted your journal up. His eyes widened at what he saw. It wasn’t your hair tie, that was for damn sure.

 Under your journal was an ancient porno magazine, probably from the 70s or 80s. Joel didn’t bother checking for a date. He had to know what the hell was in this old ass magazine that you were using to get yourself off. He remembered these kinds of magazines from when he was a teenager. They were often tacky and somewhat over the top compared to the explicit videos he’d watched on the internet before the outbreak, but they did the job. Who was he to judge?

Joel sat on your bed and flipped through the pages of the magazine. There were women in frilly chiffon lingerie with bushy and unkempt pussies, just the way he liked them. That was one nice thing about the outbreak, a lot of women ditched the beauty standards of the 90s and 2000s and went au naturale. Joel loved it as a young man then and he still loves it now, decades later.

The magazine nearly flipped itself open to one particular centerfold. It was a man fucking a woman from behind, her back arched and hair covering her face. They were at the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the retro floral duvet cover. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t her who captured Joel’s attention. It was the man. 

He was tall, dark, and handsome with a thick downturned mustache, not unlike Joel’s. He had dark hair and dark eyes as well. Even his nose was similar to Joels, strong and sharp with a curve. Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. The pages were worn and the corners were dog eared, leading Joel to believe that these must be your favorite pages. His ego soared, as if it needed to be any bigger. He always had a feeling that you had a thing for him.

Downstairs, you were growing irritated. “What is taking so long?” you muttered to yourself. Joel was taking forever to find the hair tie you had so neatly placed next to the lamp on your bedside table. After turning off the burner of the stove, you paced through the kitchen and up the stairs.

 “You are such a man, you know? You guys are terrible at looking for things. If it was a snake it would have bit you,” you grumbled out, half talking to yourself and half talking to Joel. You opened your mouth to continue speaking as you walked into your room but froze when you saw Joel on the bed, thumbing through the pages of your dirty secret. 

“I found your spank bank,” Joel taunted with sarcasm, not yet looking at you. He flipped through a couple more pages before turning to face you, his intense stare meeting your flustered expression. 

You were frozen in embarrassment, completely unable to speak, unable to move. Your face felt like it was on fire and you could hear your heart pound in your ears. 

Joel’s low and gravelly voice filled the silence. “Didn’t mean to embarrass ya, baby. It’s okay. Human nature,” he winked at you with a crooked smile. 

You quickly stepped over to him and tried tugging the magazine out of his hands, but he held on tightly. “Joel,” you pleaded as your sweaty fingers slipped off of the paper.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided you. “This dude here kinda looks familiar, doesn’t he?” Joel looked at you with a knowing expression as humiliation filled your chest. Yeah, he looks just fucking like you. Leave me alone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joel,” you muttered angrily. You were about to burst into flames, whether from embarrassment or anger you didn’t know. You didn’t care. How dare your body put your shame and embarrassment on display? You were giving Joel exactly the kind of sick satisfaction he absolutely did not deserve. 

“Oh, baby. I think you know exactly what I’m talkin’ about. Look at how you’ve dog-eared these pages,” he used his pointer finger to trace the bent triangles at the corners of the pages. “Guy looks just like me, doesn’t he? Is that what you like so much about these pages?” his southern drawl had your stomach doing flips. “I know they’re your favorite, magazine practically opened right up to them.”

You ignored his question. “The pages were like that when I found the magazine,” you tried lying, but it was a futile attempt. This was bullshit. Joel was the one who was caught red handed, and yet you were bearing the brunt of the humiliating situation. Only Joel Miller could spin this situation to work out in his favor.

“Sure, sweetheart,” you reached for the magazine again, but Joel pulled it out of your reach. “You know baby, you didn’t have to fantasize with a dirty old magazine if you wanted to fuck me. All you had to do was ask.”

You said nothing, just glared at him. Joel wore a loathsome smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“Wish I knew this is what you were usin’ to get yourself off at night. All those pretty noises, all this time. They were all for me, weren’t they?”

Any words you could think of got caught in your throat, it felt like dry swallowing a pill. You just looked at Joel with pleading eyes, begging him to stop making you feel like a fool. If you weren’t so embarrassed, you’d be yelling at him for rifling through your private belongings and calling him presumptuous asshole for insinuating you fantasized about him. Of course, he was entirely correct in his assumption. You were completely and utterly infatuated with him. Even when you weren’t using his doppelgänger to get yourself off, you were thinking of him all day long. 

 “Please,” you finally choked out, feeling tears prick your eyes. You couldn’t take any more of this torture. “Just stop.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he spoke with a soothing tone. Joel placed a hand on your thigh and twiddled his fingers along the fabric of your pajamas. “You know I’m just gonna keep buggin’ you until you tell me what I want to hear.” Joel looked at you with his sparkling brown eyes, darkened with lust. “So what do you like about these pages, baby?”

Turning your face towards your lap, you whispered your response to his prodding question. “I like the way he’s fucking her,” If that’s all it’d take to make him stop, might as well spill your guts.

“Yeah, I do too. It’s sexy, isn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, glancing at the familiar image. Joel was 100% right. Those were certainly your favorite pages. You didn’t even need them anymore, the picture was tattooed on your brain. “I like how the man looks.” you admitted with bravery.

“I bet you do. Because he looks like me, right?”

You nodded your head shyly. You couldn’t believe yourself, giving up and letting Joel win. He’d never let you live this down. But maybe if you butter him up a little he’ll let you off easier. “You’re more handsome, though,”

“Oh, baby. Gonna make me blush,” Joel replied to you with a saccharine smile. He really did seem genuinely flattered by your comment. “This is really what you look at when you’re playing with your pussy?”

“Yeah, kind of,” you say, feeling some confidence fill your chest. “I pretend it’s you fucking me like that.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm,”

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby. I like knowin’ you think of me like that,” he praises you for finally letting go of your embarrassment. He doesn’t only want to tease you. If this is what you fantasized about, he was gonna make your dreams come true. 

Joel takes one of your hands in his own and moves it to your center, pressing your fingers against your core. You gasp at the feeling of your wetness on your pajama pants. “Think you can do somethin’ for me?”

“What?” you murmur.

“I want you to give me a show, baby. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re lookin’ at that magazine,” Apprehension fills your bones once again at his words. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. I just wanna see how pretty you look when you come. And after you do that, I’ll fuck you just like how he’s doin’. What do you say?”

“Just like, touch myself?” you laugh awkwardly at his request. This cannot be happening. Right?

Joel sets the magazine down and helps you to the top of the bed. He leans you against the pillows and kisses your lips for a second, and every time his tongue mingles with your own your anxiety melts away, little by little. This is all so surprising, maybe he does really want to make you feel good.

He kisses you gently and with care, using his lips to encourage you to let go again. He kisses the side of your mouth, then your jaw, your neck, and down your body before lifting up your pants and looking at you expectedly, asking permission to remove your clothing. You nod and he helps you out of your pajamas. It’s all so sudden and you feel exposed, all naked and laid out for Joel.

“You’re beautiful,” Joel says earnestly as he takes one of your wrists and guides your hand to your needy pussy, encouraging you to show him what you look like when you’re whimpering at the thought of him in the middle of the night. You don’t touch yourself yet, though. You cover your center with your hand, slightly embarrassed by the thick tuft of hair surrounding your vulva.

“I haven’t shaved in forever,” you say sheepishly. It’s kind of silly, worrying about body hair at the end of the world. But you can’t help it.

“That’s alright, sweetheart” Joel says as he reaches for the magazine and flips to one of the first pages he saw, a woman spread eagle with her full bush on display. She’s smiling and radiates confidence. “See? It’s a beautiful thing. It’s how they’re meant to be.”

You’re skeptical. “Do you really think so?” 

“Of course I do. I love your pussy, it’s beautiful just how it is,” Joel grips your thighs and parts your legs, and your fingers gently drop to touch your dripping center. Joel reaches forward and places his hand over yours, helping you circle your clit with your middle finger. It’s slow at first and you squeeze your eyes shut, still feeling slightly awkward. Masturbating for someone else to watch is completely different from sex. You feel vulnerable, like you’re being studied under a microscope. You don’t feel that way for long, though.

Joel continues to help you circle your clit until he senses you becoming more confident, then removes his hand to watch you do your thing. Your fingers swirl around your hole as you gather your slick, then travel up again to rub your clit in those same circles he helped you create. You let out little gasps and whimpers, and it’s music to Joel’s ears. Finally, he has an image to match with the moans and other noises he hears from your room.

Usually you can get yourself off fairly quickly but with Joel in front of you, it takes a little longer. You open your eyes and peek at him. His dark and hungry eyes are focused on your center, but they flick up to your own. He smirks devilishly at you for a half second then goes back to watching your actions, almost obsessively. He is obsessed.

The sight of him pushes you closer to the edge, and he watches your pussy twitch as you finger your clit even faster. His expression changes then. He’s no longer looking at you with adoration and lust. Joel looks angry and jealous, with a furrowed brow and a scowling frown. You tilt your head slightly in confusion but before you can think Joel lunges forward and rips your hand away from your cunt, pinning it next to your torso. 

“Let me taste you?” he whispers. You nod hurriedly in response. Lick me, touch me, do anything.

He presses a kiss to your clit and you gasp in surprise. “This is my pussy now,” he growls. Now that he knows what you look like touching yourself for him, he can’t just sit there and watch you anymore. Joel’s desperate, he needs to make you come. “From now on, you’re only gonna come when I say so. Do you understand?”

You mumble incoherently and Joel swats your thigh, not satisfied with your answer. “Do you understand?” he repeats, his voice dark and serious.

“Yes, Joel,”

“Good girl. You just relax now, let me take care of you,” he instructs you. Your head falls to the pillow, and you let out a soft exhale as Joel wraps his strong arms around your thighs and pulls your pussy to his face. Joel inhales your scent deeply, enjoying your aroma. 

He licks a long stripe from your slick hole all the way to your clit, flattening his tongue against you. He licks every inch of you, memorizing your folds with his deft tongue. When he’s satisfied with the way he’s worked you up, he focuses on your clit, flicking it with his tongue before inserting two fingers inside of you. 

“Joel,” you gasp out, hands reaching for his salt and pepper curls. Your thighs clamp around his head and he removes his hands from your body to spread them out again. 

“You stay open for me now,” he commands. He plunges his fingers back inside you and curls them upward, hitting that spot that makes your knees weak and your eyes see stars. You moan loudly when Joel’s lips attach to your clit once more, this time gently sucking on the sensitive bud. He’s drunk on your taste, completely addicted to your flavor. His tongue continues dancing on your center and you pull him close to you, rutting your hips into his face. Every once in awhile you swipe his nose and he uses the opportunity to dip and twirl his tongue inside of you. 

This is the best way to eat pussy, Joel’s learned. Find out what makes her tick and keep doing that, let her grind on his lips and nose. Right now, your wish is his command.

You reach down and grab his not working arm to bring it towards your breasts. Joel picks up what you’re putting down immediately and trails his hand over your breasts, pinching and twisting your pebbled nipples. That’s all it takes to have you coming in his mouth. 

You cry out his name as you buck your hips into him, fighting the urge to push him away when the feeling becomes too intense. 

Joel doesn’t allow you to catch your breath. He flips you on your tummy and drags you down the bed, his fingernails pressing into your skin. “You did so good for me, baby. You gonna let me fuck you now? Just like you pretend, right?” He pulls his shirt over his head and steps out of his pajama pants behind you.

“Yes, Joel, please,” you whine.

“I like hearin’ that. Keep beggin’ for me,” Joel demands as nudges your thighs apart with his knee. He teases your slit with the tip of his cock, painting his precum on your skin. He pushes the tip inside, not yet dipping all the way inside you.

“I need you,” you sob with desperation. 

“Need me to what?” He knows what you need, but Joel’s gonna make you spell it out to him.

You let out a groan of frustration and back your ass into his hips. Joel chuckles at your annoyance. “Come on now. Tell me what I want to hear,” he repeats his words from earlier. “Put that pretty mouth to use.”

“I need you to fuck me,” 

“There you go. Was that so hard?”

Joel wraps his hands around your hips, his fingers digging into your lower stomach and his thumbs pressed firmly into your lower back and slams his hips into you. His fingernails leave dents in your skin.

You yelp at the sudden contact, not expecting him to go so hard and fast. His thick cock stretches you out and you can feel the tip hitting you deep inside. 

“Always knew this pussy would feel good,” he mumbled behind you, beginning his firm pace. 

You arch your back into him, using your body to tell him what you need. You love the way he feels, so strong and holding you so tight. It really is a fantasy come to life. “Don’t stop, please,” you cry for him.

“Mmmm,” he hums. “You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Joel,”

“That’s right. It’s all for you, baby,” he continues pounding into you.

Joel stops for a second and flips you over on your back. He apologizes, “Sorry, sweetheart. I know I said I’d fuck you like them in the magazine but fuck, I gotta see you,” he says. “Can’t let you hide those tits from me anymore.”

Joel pulls your legs up and places them over his shoulders, opening you up even deeper for him. He lets out a moan at the change in position.

He admires the way you look, all of it just for him. Your half lidded eyes, mouth open and spilling out moans and obscenities with every snap of his hips. You’re completely fucked out.

You reach down to thumb your clit and he smacks your hand away. “What’d I say earlier? You come when I say. I didn’t say, did I?” he scolded you.

“N-no,” you stutter out. 

Joel takes your wrists into his hand and pins them above your head. “Can’t trust you, sweetheart. Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me,” He snakes his other hand between your thighs and circles your sensitive clit with his thumb ever so lightly. Torturing you with what could be and never giving you more. 

The wet squelching noises of your pussy and the slapping sound of skin hitting skin have your head spinning. Joel fucks you at a merciless pace, frenzied and desperate. He’s savoring the way you’re squirming under him, straining your wrists against his locked grip. He knows it’s agonizing, almost painful the way you’re aching for release. But he’s determined to teach you a lesson. 

“Please,” you choke out. “Just make me come,”

“I don’t know that you deserve it, baby, Touchin’ yourself to that picture of my lookalike? That’s awful selfish of you,” he chided you. “Depriving me of this?”

“Joel,” you whined. You’d do whatever it took to get some release.

“Tell me how long you were needing me,” Joel panted. “Weeks? Months?”

“I don’t know. Forever,” you admitted. “I need to come now, please.”

“Forever? I wish you said somethin’ earlier, baby. You wouldn’t be in this mess,”

You didn’t know how much more you could take. Tears of frustration were streaming down your cheeks, each of his thrusts hitting deep and massaging your insides. You were right there, you just needed permission to let go.

Joel was right there with you, also struggling to hold on. He wanted nothing more than to keep fucking you without allowing you to finish, but he’d never seen something so erotic and sexy. Your body, tangled in his own, your twitching thighs and furrowed brow. And he was responsible for all of it, responsible for turning into this wreck. 

“You’re takin’ me so good, sweet girl. Beggin’ and askin’ me so nice,” he whispered. “You do one last thing for me, and I’ll let you come.”

“Anything,” you gasp. Now his wish is your command. 

“You focus right here. Look at me, and don’t close your eyes. Keep makin’ those pretty noises for me, just like you always do,” You’re not even consciously trying to follow his orders, you just do. You can’t break your stare from his dark and hungry gaze, his lip curled in a nefarious smirk. Breathy moans and high pitched squeals escape your mouth. 

“Always knew you’d be my good girl. Alright now. Let go for me,”

That’s all you needed to reach your peak. The warm, coiling feeling in the pit of your stomach erupts, shooting electricity through your veins. Your vision goes blurry and you hear staticky ringing as you cry out for Joel. It’s all you can feel as wave after wave of pleasure rocks your body. 

Joel’s thrusts are sloppy now as he chases his own orgasm. Your fluttering walls and the way you whisper his name like a prayer are all he needed to reach his peak. His hips are stuttering and his muscles jerk and tremble as he pulses inside you, painting your insides with his seed. Joel hovers above you, placing wet kisses and tonguing your salty skin. He’s addicted to the way you taste. 

It only hits you now how surreal this entire evening is. Joel’s above you, collecting himself and catching his breath and you’re still pinned beneath him. Of course, you imagined fucking him many times prior to this but it was never this way. You couldn’t complain, though. 

Joel interrupts your thoughts with a kiss, sweet and gentle and loving. A stark contrast to the way he fucked your body just moments before. “So apple pudgy pies, right?”

You giggle. Joel is such a typical man, wanting a snack right after sex. At least he’s not already passed out on top of you, the way other men often do. “Yes Joel, just like you asked for,”

Joel backs away from you then with a cute little fist pump, as if he’s winning a prize. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers, walking to the bathroom completely nude. He’s got such a nice and plump ass, you notice. 

He comes back and wipes you off with affectionate care, being extra conscious not to irritate your sensitive skin after the rigorous fucking. He helps you into your pajamas then and kisses you on the top of the head. “I’m gonna get the fire goin’, meet me out there?” 

“Sure, Joel,” you respond with a smile. “I have to finish up with the apples first, though.”

“Take your time. I’ll be out there,”

You sit up and kiss Joel one last time, the way his lips slide against yours gives you butterflies. It’s a little late to feel that way after what you just did. You go to the bathroom then go downstairs and finish prepping the apples, stirring them over the stove. Once they’re finished, you prepare the sandwiches and make your way outside to sit next to Joel.

The warm glow of the fire illuminates his skin and he looks so handsome, his features look so defined by the light and shadows. He helps you put the sandwiches in the pie irons and then places them on the grill above the fire, careful to make sure they’re not getting too much heat too quickly. 

The fire begins to shrink, flames not reaching quite as high as the sandwiches need. You turn your head around you looking for some more firewood, but the sound of ripping paper interrupts your search. 

It’s Joel, tearing out pages of a magazine. Your magazine, from before. You look at him with confusion. 

“I told you, sweetheart. You won’t be needin’ this anymore. You come to me,” he explains with a low voice, flipping the cast iron pans. “I took good care of you, right?”

You smile shyly. “You did,”

“And I intend to keep takin’ care of your needs,” he promises. 

You nod wordlessly, still smiling. A few more moments pass before Joel removes the irons from the fire and removes your pies to cool off, then slices them in half. They’re golden brown and the spicy, sweet, warm smell is sinfully delicious. The gooey apples spill from the bread slightly. Your tummy grumbles at the sight. 

The dessert has cooled enough, you decide. Taking a half of one of the sandwiches in your hand, you bring it to your mouth and take a small bite, the cooked apples are like lava in your mouth. You hiss at the burn on your tongue and lips. 

Joel looks at you with disapproving concern. “Tsk,” he mumbles with displeasure. “You’re terribly impatient, aren’t you?” his tone from the bedroom is back. Reaching forward to take your chin between your fingers, he swipes his thumb along your bottom lip, collecting some of the apple filling. Your eyes widen, you’re startled by his touch. 

“I’ll fix you, though. Teach you some self control,” he sucks his digit into his mouth and pulls it out with a pop, humming at the sweet flavor. “Lord knows you need it.”

 All you can think about is sucking his cock the same way he sucked his thumb. You wonder how the soft skin of his dick would feel on your tongue. How he would taste, how he’d look as you take him deep down your throat. 

God, how you need it.

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[thatredheadwriter]

Ruin

javier peña x reader

Alright, this one was sitting in my drafts for a while, missing like a paragraph and a half right in the middle. It got tucked away and I completely forgot about it, but I found it when I was doing a little digital cleanup and I finished it. So here’s some dom!Javi, courtesy of me actually trying to get my shit together.

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Javier Peña of Narcos. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

friends/coworkers with benefits

Mentions of alcohol and tobacco

My attempts at Spanish (translations at the end)

swearing

Oral (male receiving)

Oral (female receiving)

Dirty talk

dom!Javier

inexperienced!reader

Pet names

Praise

Slight degradation

training/corruption kink

Unprotected P in V penetrative sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

Kinda belt kink (Javi just does something to me man)

Sir kink

Hair pulling

Slight choking

creampie

posessive!Javi

Javi being the KING of aftercare

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You ran your sweaty palms down the denim on your thighs. You were unprepared, nervous. It wasn’t that you hadn’t tried to do some research, but all you could find on ‘how to give your partner a blowjob’ were magazine articles filled with thinly-veiled innuendos and vague tips. But you were determined to follow through with this.

Javi hadn’t asked, never even brought it up. But the DEA’s resident asshole was a surprisingly attentive lover, and he’d eaten you out more times than you could count. In fact, you could count the times he’d fucked you without making you cum before he even entered you on one hand.

On your side, however, you’d hardly returned the favor. Aside from some heavy petting when the two of you would make out, and the one handjob you’d given him on your couch, fuelled by a lot of tequila and sexual tension, all the pleasure Javi got from you was the old-fashioned way. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to perform oral sex on him, more like you weren’t quite sure how. Not sure how to initiate it, and sure as hell not sure how to actually carry through with the act.

But last night, after Javi gave you so many earth-shattering orgasms you’d forgotten everything but his name, you were more determined than ever to repay the favor. So now you were committed. Which is why you sat on your couch, looking nervous as a hooker in church, waiting for Javi to sneak over from his place next door. 

You were purposefully wearing your favorite jeans, appreciating the confidence boost that came from having your ass look perfect. Your breasts were bare under your thin tank top, nipples pebbling through the fabric despite the sticky hot air of Medellín in the summer.

When you heard the telltale knock at your door, you jumped up from your seat far too quickly and all but ran to open it. As soon as you did, Javi sucked in a breath through his teeth. A light sheen of sweat covered your cleavage and he couldn’t help the way his eyes raked across your exposed neck and shoulders. A blank canvas perfect for the bite of his teeth and the burn of his stubble as he worked his way over you.

You didn’t have time to lock the door before you were pinned up against it, one of his knees slotted between your thighs, his thick arms caging you in so there was no escape from the reality of Javier Peña. Once he finally came up for air, your head falling back against the door as he began a planned assault against your neck, you were already drunk on him.

“Muñeca, always so perfect for me,” he growls into your ear as one of his large hands comes up to palm your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. His lips swallow the whine from yours as he rolls a nipple between two fingers, pinching lightly.

It takes all your training and experience as an agent to pull your brain from the haze of bliss that Javi induces in you so easily. You have a purpose this evening, and you’re not chickening out. You manage to plant both hands on his broad chest, covered by his red button-down, a known favorite of yours, and push slightly to get his attention.

“Hey,” you panted out, your forehead resting on his. “I, uh, I…”

Javi stopped everything he was doing instantly, moving his hands to rest respectfully at your waist as he pulled away a bit to look at you properly.

“What is it, muñeca?” his thumbs rubbed soothing circles over your stomach, brow furrowed deep with concern.

You swallowed hard, steeling your nerves before meeting his eyes again. “I want to try something.”

“For you, I’ll try almost anything,” he chuckles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Now it was your turn to chuckle. “Well, actually, I guess you would say it’s more for you,” you finished your sentence with a smirk. As Javi tried to decipher what in the hell that could mean, you turned and locked the door properly, including the deadbolt and security chain, before taking his hand and tugging him over to your couch.

“Ok, so, I guess I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, I’m just not really sure how,” you sat next to him, your knee pressed up against his.

“Just tell me already, princesa,” he laughed, “You’re making me nervous.”

As long and hard as you’d tried to piece the words together, you couldn’t find a way to say them that didn’t make you want to dive under the floorboards and hide until doomsday. So if words were going to fail you, maybe you could tell him some other way.

So instead of answering him, you put one hand on his knee and used it as a grip to lower yourself onto the rug below, shuffling to kneel between his spread thighs. You ran your hands up and down the denim of his jeans, focusing on his inner thighs and hopefully getting the message across.

It wasn’t until you looked up into his eyes, your lashes fluttering innocently as you got him all worked up that he realized what you wanted.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes blowing wide with lust. Encouraged by his reaction, your hands finally made it to the buckle of his belt. The one you’d stared at for months before that first night in the stakeout car. The same one that’d he’d used to restrain you as he gave you the fucking of a lifetime, more than once.

But as you went to undo it, one of Javi’s hands came to rest over your own, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You were instantly afraid you’d done something wrong, or that he wasn’t in the mood for this right now, but when you looked up at him, he wore a devilish grin.

“My girl’s a little eager, isn’t she?” he asked, cocking his head to look at you like a naughty pet or an irksome child.

You nodded solemnly, biting down on your lower lip and trying to contain the whimper that threatened to slip out.

He smiled then, and the hand that covered your own moved to card through your hair, before harshly tugging it back, making you gasp.

“I like words, remember,” he raised a brow at your parted lips. He knew how much you loved having your hair pulled, and he knew just the right ways to pull to get you riled. “Don’t make me remind you again.”

You nodded hastily when he released you, swallowing the excess saliva that had pooled in your mouth at his actions before managing out a meek, “Yes, sir.”

His smile was back, like sunshine after a beautiful rainstorm. “Good girl. Now, do you want my cock in your mouth, princesa?”

Another nod, another “yes sir.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Your cheeks flamed and you took a shaky breath. “I-I want your cock i-in my mouth, sir.”

Above you, Javi beamed with pride. Despite all your confidence in your career as an agent, you often lacked it in your personal life. When the two of you first started fucking, you were nervous about letting him see you with the lights on. Now you were dressing up for him and wanting to give him a blow job.

“Good girl, I’m so proud of you,” he ran a thumb along your bottom lip, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Never be afraid to tell me what you want.”

This time you only nodded in response, but he let it slide.

“Have you ever had a cock in your mouth before, muñeca?” he asked, still playing with your bottom lip.

“No,” you shook your head, before remembering to add the ‘sir’ that he loved to hear so much.

His head fell back on the couch cushions and the low groan that slipped from his lips reverberated all the way down to your core, making you leak into your panties.

“Jesus, querida,” he swore, “You’re going to be the death of me. So you want me to teach you how to suck cock?”

“I want you to teach me how to suck your cock, sir,” you corrected him innocently.

He murmured some things low and fast under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch. “Gonna turn you into my little cocksucking whore. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you said too quickly, making his eyes crinkle as he smiled at you. “I wanna make you feel good like you make me feel good.”

“Come here,” he opened his arms for you to crawl up into him, and he placed you to sit firmly on his thigh. He repeated his earlier action of moving that same strand of hair back behind your ear.

“You know you don’t have to do this, not if you don’t want to,” his eyes leveled with yours, searching for any apprehension on your face.

“I want to, Javi.” The use of his name let him know you were still all there, not floating on a cloud of sexed-out bliss. You really did want this.

“Ok, I’ll teach you then, but you’ve gotta know a few things,” his hand came to grip your hip, a favorite spot of his. Under your clothes were still tiny bruises from the last time he’d fucked you.

“First of all, you’re not going to get it right away. It’ll take practice. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, querida, so don’t try to do too much for your first time.”

“Got it, take it slow, don’t get ahead of myself,” you repeated back to him, earning a nod.

“The most important thing is to relax, and breathe through your nose. If you need to take a break or something’s wrong, you just tap my leg twice, ok?”

“Tap twice if I need a break,” you nodded along. You were practically vibrating in excitement now, and Javi could definitely sense it.

“You ready, princesa?” he placed a light kiss at the edge of your collarbone before lightly nipping at the spot, making you shiver.

“Yes, sir,” you all but purred, waiting for him to release his grip on you so that you could finally.

“Why don’t you strip for me, querida,” he let go of your hips and leaned back against the couch, watching smugly as you stood and pulled the tank top over your head. Your jeans were next, popping the button and shimmying out of them. It wasn’t as sexy as it could have been, but you were excited.

As your fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties–a gray cotton pair with lace trim, nothing spectacular–Javi stopped you.

“Leave them on,” he said with a wink, “I want to run a little experiment.”

The way he said the word ‘experiment’ sent a chill down your spine, so you happily obliged and dropped to your knees on the patterned rug of your living room, hands once more settling on Javi’s muscular thighs as he watched you with hooded eyes.

“Can I see you?” you looked up at him with big doe eyes, and he knew exactly what you wanted. As much as you loved his ass in his jeans or the way his eyes popped in that shirt, you loved seeing him bare even more, feeling the heat of him all around you.

“When you look so pretty on your knees for me, how can I say no?” he grinned as he began undoing the buttons of his shirt, quickly stripping it off and tossing it to the side. Next came his belt, and you couldn’t miss the way your cunt throbbed as he slid it from his belt loops, the brown leather flashing before your eyes.

Finally, he undid the top button of his jeans and slid the zipper down. You didn’t have to see to know Javi was going commando. He usually did, especially when he was coming over from his place down the hall to yours for just this kind of recreational activity.

The muscles of his stomach flexed as he lifted his ass off the couch and slid his jeans down. You couldn’t help the way you bit your lip when his cock finally sprang free, already hard and dripping precum. You had to help him get his jeans the rest of the way off, and soon they joined his shirt and belt on the other end of the couch.

With him bare before you, you could feel the nerves creeping up the back of your throat, but you let the feeling of Javi’s warm thighs under your hands ground you in the moment and focused on your breathing.

Leaning forward carefully, you started by placing a kiss to his weeping tip, earning you a shaky sigh from the man above you. Tentatively, you offered a kitten lick. The taste of him was salty but not unpleasant. Encouraged by the way his fingers dug into the couch cushions, you began working your way down towards his balls. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to fit all of him in your mouth, at least not this first time, you knew you’d need plenty of spit for your hand to work the base of him.

Once his length was sufficiently slick from your spit, you added a hand to the equation, working him up and down and relishing the way his breath hitched as you found the right mix of pressure and speed. You knew you could make Javi cum just like this, and he would be just as grateful as if you had deepthroated him, but this was something you wanted to do. So pumping him a few more times with your hand, you decided to try and take him in your mouth for the first time.

You didn’t expect the weight of him on your tongue, or the way you were enveloped in a cloud of his scent. It was something musky and smoky and undeniably him. The pleased hum that slipped out of you surprised you both, but any worry that it was the wrong thing to do was gone the second a deep groan echoed from deep within his chest.

“Fuck, baby,” his eyes were already squeezed shut, hands balled into fists by his thighs, “Keep doing that and I’m not gonna last.”

You just hummed again, and tentatively bobbed your head up and down a couple of times, staying shallow and letting your hands cover most of his length. Curses and praises spilled from his lips as he fought to keep his composure. The sight of you, innocent and curious on your knees before him was nearly enough to take him over. 

When you tried to go deeper, you got just over halfway when your gag reflex kicked in, and you pulled back abruptly, panting and spluttering for breath. A long line of saliva connected your lips and the tip of Javi’s dick, a sight you never expected to be so erotic, but it had you rubbing your thighs together.

“Easy, muñeca, breathe,” he panted, still staying in control for you.

You nodded, taking a deep breath before licking another stripe up the underside of him and taking him in your mouth once more. This time, you knew where you could get to before it would trigger that pesky gag reflex, and you took him as deep as you could and held him there. In the meantime, you worked your hands and tongue. This combination seemed to really get under his skin, soon Javi was gripping the cushions of the couch so hard you were afraid he’d rip them.

“Fuck, you’re good at this. Feel so good around me, querida,” he moaned. His hips jumped forward and suddenly he was in your throat again. You gagged a little, but it wasn’t quite as bad as the first time. The burn was already becoming familiar, and you were quickly associating it with the growing ache in your lower belly.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Javi sat up all the way as you coughed a little, hot tears streaking down your cheeks. His thumbs brushed them away as he cradled your face in his large hands, searching for any sign that he’d hurt you.

“It’s ok, Javi,” you reassured him, though your voice was a little raspy, “I-I liked it.”

Another wave of dampness flooded your core as he groaned.

“My innocent little princess…not so innocent,” he hummed, smiling slightly as he leaned forward to pull you into one of his all-consuming kisses. A whimper slipped from your lips to his as he reached down to knead your exposed breast. Then he was pulling you again, lifting you up onto the couch.

“But, I wanna finish,” you pouted, pulling away from him. Javi just laughed, biting on your bottom lip.

“Trust me, baby, there’ll be other times for that,” he growled, slipping his hand between your bodies and to the obvious damp spot on your panties.

When his fingers tapped at your clothed entrance, you jumped in his embrace. It wasn’t enough, you needed so much more, and you knew exactly what he had to give.

“Dripping for me, yeah?” he teased, making you gasp into his shoulder. “Just a needy little thing, gettin’ all wet from sucking me off.”

“Please,” you begged, fingers curling into the flesh of his shoulders.

“Please what?” he mocked your tone of voice.

“Fuck, Javi,” you whined, “Please fuck me. Need you.”

“Now, you know usually I’d make you ask nicely, but since you sucked my cock so good, I think you’re due for a  reward,” his hands grabbed your ass harshly and you tried your hardest to stay still. “Bend over the couch for me baby,” he ordered, with a playful swat to your ass.

You practically scrambled to comply, not even stopping to take off your panties. The first time Javi had undressed you–in the bedroom, not just with his eyes–he’d explained that sometimes he liked unwrapping his own presents. The possessiveness of his statement sent a chill down your spine even as you watched him stand from the couch and stalk around towards you.

The rough pads of his fingers ghosted along the flesh of your hips and hooked into the waistband of your panties. He was slower than you thought possible, and you could practically hear him smile when you gasped as the air hit your slick for the first time.

Suddenly his tongue was probing at your folds from behind, his large hands splayed across your ass to give him room to work. Your hips bucked into the frame of the couch and you resisted the urge to reach back and tug at his hair. One finger and then another slipped inside you, but only for a moment.

You whined at the loss of contact, but you could still hear the sound of Javi sucking his fingers clean.

“Lo siento, soy adicto a este coño,” he crooned in your ear as the tip of his cock dragged against your slit languidly. All the breath left your body when he filled you, bottoming out in one unfaltering thrust.

He didn’t stay there for long, he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, quickly setting a brutal pace that had your toes curling and your fingers fisting the cushions underneath you.

His name fell from your lips like a blasphemous prayer, but the only one meant to hear it was him. When his hand tangled in your hair for the second time that night, you wondered to you yourself if he was some kind of mind reader.

As he pulled you to his chest, the new angle allowed him to hit that spot that made you see stars and you couldn’t help but cry out.

“¿Quién te folla tan bien?” he growled. His hand moving from your hair to wrap around your throat, not yet applying pressure, told you it was not a hypothetical.

“You!” you cried, “It’s you, Javi.”

“Say my name,” he hissed.

“Javier!” you practically screamed.

His lips on your neck were a soft contrast to his hips that were stuttering in and out of you at an unbelievable pace. Javi’s hot mouth on your skin helped to ground you as the coil tightened low in your belly.

The hand on your hip slipped between your thighs and found the little bundle of nerves where he rubbed fast and hard, your slick easily coating his fingers.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warned, clenching around him.

“Cum,” he ordered. The hand around your throat applied the slightest pressure at your pulse points just as his fingers seemed to have unlocked the perfect rhythm. As you came, you were vaguely aware of him whispering in your ear, “Te voy a arruinar por cualquier otro hombre.”

When the last waves of pleasure rolled through your body, Javi released you gently to lay against the couch as he chased his own high, his hips faltering as he got close, before finally spilling into you with a final thrust.

He didn’t move for a minute, his weight still comfortably present against your back. When he was ready to get up, he did so slowly. The space in between your shoulder blades was peppered with kisses as gentle hands ran over your skin, bringing you back to the real world.

“You with me, querida?” he finally asked as he pulled out, and you winced at the feeling against your sensitive flesh.

You nodded tiredly, squirming underneath him so you could face him, hold him like he held you. No, the two of you weren’t romantically involved, but Javi knew how important aftercare was, and even though he’d never admit it, he was even more touch starved than you.

The two of you ended up on the couch, a tangled mess of limbs as the sun sank below the horizon outside. A stray hand played with your hair as one of yours traced the scars of his chest. There were no words to fill the silence, but none were needed. A small part of your heart was already broken. It fell in love with Javier Peña long before you ever slept with him, and it was the same part of you that constantly reminded you that this would only end badly.

But maybe it wouldn’t. And so what if it did. Whoever said the best things in life are free was an idiot. The best things in life break your heart, shatter your soul, and leave you behind to pick up the pieces. You pay for the best things in blood and sweat and tears. The best things in life are the best because they hurt, they make your heart ache, and they make you long to be a better person, a different person. And as far as you were concerned, Javier Peña was the best thing you’d ever met.

As he drifted off underneath you, you were thinking about what he said as you came, and you couldn’t help but whisper, “Ya los has hecho.”

Muñeca = doll

Princesa = princess

Querida = dear

Lo siento, soy adicto a este coño. = Sorry, I’m addicted to this pussy.

¿Quién te folla tan bien? = Who fucks you so good?

Te voy a arruinar por cualquier otro hombre. = I’m going to ruin you for any other man.

Ya los has hecho. = You’ve already done it.

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Does hubby and his wife have rougher sex sometimes? I saw you wrote a post where you thought about him spanking her 🙊🙈

Rough (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: This is just a little treat because I love getting smutty anons. The monkey emojis really made me do it. As always, thank you to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for beta’ing. Absolute queen 🫡💖

Summary: PWP. It is what it is!

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

Tags: husband!javier loves his wife, dom/sub undertones, rough sex, doggy style, pet names, praise kink, dirty talk, spanking, light choking, sprinkled with breeding kink, sprinkled with some love and devotion

Word count: 800

Rough

Javier has you on your hands and knees. The house is empty except for you, all doors and windows closed to allow what you are doing to reach a volume that would concern your neighbors if they heard.

“Put your hands on the headboard,” he commands as he fucks you and you immediately grab it so harshly that your knuckles start to hurt. However, you are too caught up in the way pleasure shoots through your system like tiny electric currents to notice.

“Who’s a good girl?” He asks and lets his palm come down on your ass and your moan is pathetic. The lingering sting makes you clamp down on his cock, causing a low growl to spill from his mouth in the midst of his strained panting. He goes impossibly rougher and sends you flying forward until you have to cross your arms in front of you, rest them on the headboard, and lay your forehead against them if you don’t want to bang into the wall.

“Me,” you whisper, trying to concentrate on your rapidly approaching orgasm. His cockhead is grinding against your g-spot with each thrust, and it feels so good that you cannot keep sounds from pouring from your lips. Your heart beats fast, your face is hot and you can feel sweat run down your spine as you share body heat with him.

“Say it louder, Princesa (princess),” he groans and smacks your ass again, “C’mon now, let me hear it.”

“It’s me,” you let him know in a higher-pitched voice. He makes a sound of approval but you keep begging for him to make you finish, “Please, baby.”

“And who did a good job tonight?” He continues his questions with a shakier voice. You try to imagine the way his forehead creases slightly when he is focused, and the mental image makes your clit jump.

“Me!” You try to grind back into him, “Oh God, I’m—“

“M-hm, baby. You’re my sweet, good girl,” his breath hitches in his throat when you start to flutter around him, signaling that your pleasure is just around the corner. He pounds your g-spot, “And who gets to come on my cock?”

“I do,” you reply without hesitation, and then you peak after those words. As you come with a loud cry of relief, he reaches around you to splay a hand on your chest and lifts you up until your back is against his chest. You moan feebly as you still feel the warm waves of pleasure pulsating between your legs, but the sound dies in your throat as his broad hand reaches upwards to grip around your neck. He holds you in place, the other hand going down to your cunt to stroke your clit until you cannot think anymore. It hurts so good to be forced to come again, and Javier drives into your sensitive cunt with newfound energy, desperate for his own release.

“Te quiero (I love you), I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant, baby, mi chica sucia (my dirty girl),” he bites at the spot behind your ear, squeezing around your throat. It is the sound of you choking on a moan as you come again that sends him over the edge, your walls pulling him further in and fucking the come from his cock. He groans and settles inside of you whilst he spills his load, giving you enough to make it drip down the sides of your abused hole whilst he is still nestled inside of you.

He slumps and holds your body close, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades. When you think it’s over, he thrusts one last time to push his seed as far inside of your cunt as possible before he might go soft. You sound like you might cry.

“Shh,” he soothes, “I’m taking care of you. No crying, mi amor (my love).”

“I love you too,” you finally reply.

“Lo sé (I know),” he kisses your back gently, moans when he slips out of you, “I’m gonna move, let yourself move with me.”

You nod with a whimper. He lets the both of you fall to the side and hugs you around the middle in this new position. You close your eyes, relishing in the way it feels like his cock has molded you forever, and sigh with deep satisfaction.

“Más (more),” you say softly, “Quiero más (I want more).”

“Bebita (little baby),” there is a hint of something condescending in his voice. You whine but he soothes you by reaching down to cup your whole mound, easing two fingers into you until you mewl, “You can have whatever you want.”

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