#javier pena x sex worker!reader

[talaok]

Begging

Pairing: Javier Peña x sex worker!reader

summary: Javier is desperate to see you, and he's not above begging

Warnings: Smut | oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, lots of fluffy smut even though it wasn't the initial idea, and Javi being a simp

You were already late, the last thing you needed was for the phone to ring.

"Hello?" annoyance was tracing your tone ever so clearly.

"Hi sweetheart"

You stopped what you were doing, the shoe in your hand momentarily forgotten.

"Javi I'm busy" you immediately blew him off.

"mh, how busy?" the sweet sound of him taking a drag from his cigarette traveling through the phone.

"Very busy" you cleared "I'm late to meet a client"

Silence on the other end.

Lately, you kept having a feeling he didn't like when you talked about your other clients.

"don't you usually arrive late on purpose?"

"I do, but just of five minutes, not half an hour"

"I'm sure he'll wait, doll," he said "I can't think of a man who wouldn't"

You rolled your eyes "I don't have time for this Javier, why did you call?"

"you know why baby" his voice was warm and sultry "I've had a long day"

The implications behind his words were clear as day for someone who'd heard every variation of - I need you- falling from his lips.

"It's 3 pm" you reminded him, glancing at your watch

"It is, and I've been thinking of that sweet mouth of yours since 6 a.m," he said, his voice lowering as he skimmed around the office to make sure no one heard.

"well you did nine, you can survive for another two"

" 'm not sure I can sweetheart" he breathed "I need to see you"

"now?" 

"now."

"I can't now Javi, I've got a client"

"blow him off"

"you know I can't do that"

"why not?"

"I have a reputation to maintain, and this one pays well"

"I can pay too" he suggested, his desperation cracking through "I can double the amount"

You laughed softly "I doubt you could afford that"

He winced "That much?"

"yes, that much"

He paused for a moment "Y'know we've got cash laying around here, I doubt anyone would notice a few stacks disappearing"

You feigned a gasp "Agent Peña, that's a very serious offense you're joking about, I doubt your boss would be happy to hear you talk like that"

"I doubt Messina would be happy to hear me talk about anything today" he sighed "And 'm not joking, sweetheart, I need you"

You could hear and feel the hunger in his voice

"I can't Javi" you spoke, ignoring the feeling in your chest 

"Please baby" he groaned " just five minutes"

You bit down a laugh "We both know what five minutes mean to you"

He almost smiled too now "You want me to beg sweetheart, is that it?" he asked " 'cause I'll do it"

you chuckled sweetly " I've heard you beg plenty of times before baby, it has gotten old" you joked

"Please princess" he prayed nonetheless "I promise I'll make it up to you," he said 

"I thought we'd already established you don't have the money"

"That's not what I meant" he murmured, his eyes trained on the agent walking past him, until he was sure he could speak again "I'll make you come as many times as that perfect body of yours can take"

A breath got caught in your throat 

"Javi..."

"I'll do anything baby, anything at all that you ask me I'll do it, just please let me see you," he sighed "I just need to feel you... and hear you, and have you all to myself for even just a second"

"I-"

"I miss you" he interrupted you "fuck I miss you so much" he clutched the phone in his hand " 'just need to see you, baby"

You let out a deep breath, begging your mind to switch up on what you knew it had already decided.

Your fingers slowly twisted around the phone's chord as you surrendered to your destiny, to your only weakness.

"this will never happen again, Javier, we clear?"

"yes 'mam"

"you have twenty minutes to get here or I'm calling my client back"

"I'm on my way baby"

__ __ __

The door hadn't even closed that his lips were on you.

His strong hands gripped your waist and felt all of what they could.

You struggled to not stumble backward, but his fingers gripping your hair so as not to leave any space between you, prevented you from it.

"A hi would have been nice" you smiled as he ducked to kiss your neck.

"hi sweetheart" he carelessly murmured against your skin, one of his hands finding your ass.

“god I missed you" he groaned, leaning away just an inch to properly look at you.

"you know, you could have called any of your other women..." you raised an eyebrow.

"what other women?" he said with a smugness only Javier F. Peña could ever get away with.

You couldn't help but laugh "What can I offer you, water, food, anything?"

" I'm not hungry for food sweetheart" his grip on you got tighter 

"Mh" you bit down a grin "and what exactly are you hungry for, agent?"

He chuckled, his nose gently brushing yours "How 'bout I show you?" he asked, giving your lips a quick peck and starting towards the couch, as it was the closest surface.

"na-ah" you stopped him "We're going to the bedroom this time, you can wait five more seconds" you scolded, ignoring his frustrated sigh and getting out of his hold to walk towards your room as he followed like a lost puppy.

"There," you said, closing the door after he entered "wasn't so hard now was it?"

He wasted no time getting all over you once more, his lips, his hands, every part of him was claiming you like a lost treasure.

"I have a surprise for you" you murmured, distracting him from his work on your neck.

"oh yeah, what's that?"

You didn't answer, just slowly, excruciatingly slowly, started slipping your black silk robe off.

Javi's mouth turned to sand the moment it fell at your feet.

You were wearing what he could only describe as every men's ticket to heaven, or hell perhaps.

It was a fire red lingerie set, with small panties and an almost see-through bra, but what really got Javier contemplating if perhaps god really existed, were the stockings adorning your legs, and especially that small bow on the hem of each of them.

"fuck" he breathed "You're too good to me" he murmured, hesitating to touch you, as if the moment he did, you would dissipate into thin air

"I know I am"

"Is this what you were wearing to see your client?" he asked, his hand finally finding your waist

You shook your head "No, I wore this just for you"

" you did?" he breathed, his eyes not knowing were on your body to focus.

"I know how you like red"

He let out a small laugh "I think it's just become my favorite color"

He was so overwhelmed with all the possible things he could and wanted to do to you at that moment that he found himself leaning in to just kiss you.

His tongue parted your lips and explored your whole mouth as his fingers traced the lace of your panties.

If this was heaven, then Javier was happy he died.

"Please get on the bed" he instructed with what resembled more of a beg.

You did as told, observing with amusement the lust in his pupils.

His eyes didn't leave you for even a second as he took his gun and badge out of his jeans and placed them on the nightstand and not even when he took, or better, threw his shirt off.

"you scared I might disappear?" you joked

"I'm scared I might wake up" he answered, finally stepping in front of you just to kneel before you.

His digits trailed the fabric on your leg until they reached the hem, and that's when his lips came to play.

he gently picked up your left leg and started leaving hot, desperate kisses starting from your ankle up until he reached your naked thigh.

By the time he'd done it to both your legs your body's temperature had risen a worrying amount.

His eyes found yours again and he could have come right there in his pants just by the sight of your reddened cheeks and caged lips.

"Open your legs for me, sweet girl"

You did as told without hesitation.

He slowly took your panties off, and let out an adoring sigh.

He grabbed both your legs and placed them on his shoulders, before bending down to kiss the inside of your thighs, sending goosebumps up your spine.

"god, the woman you are" he breathed, his eyes fixated on your core.

"Please Javi" you whimpered

And as always, the teasing was over the moment he heard that sweet voice of yours.

He dove in, taking your pussy into his mouth.

"oh god," you breathed, clutching his head to your body and falling back on the bed.

No high felt this good. If Javier had to choose a way to go, this would be it, his head between your thighs and you moaning beneath him.

His tongue spread your folds hungrily, tasting and licking up and down so that each inch of you had been worshipped, before starting to focus on your clit.

His tongue swirled around over your nub and your back arched off the bed, a high moan climbing up your throat.

"Fuck, baby" you cried, your eyes shut in bliss and your fingers gripping his locks.

The feeling of his mustache and the tip of his nose occasionally hitting your skin was only heightening your pleasure.

While one of his hands remained on your thigh, one traveled upwards until it could freely grope and feel your tits.

Your nipples were perked under the feeble fabric of your bra, and he groaned lowly as he gently toyed with one of them.

You could only let out a desperate moan.

His tongue kept lapping at you, focusing on your nub and occasionally exploring your heat or threatening your entrance until you were panting and squirming under him.

his hold on your leg tightened when he felt your stomach start to shake as your orgasm approached.

"Javi!" you could only cry, once his mouth finally sent you over the edge.

You gripped his hair for dear life as you breathed his name over and over.

He did not stop until you had fully come down your high, and even then, he hesitated before leaning away.

You locked eyes as you both caught your breath, a grin tugging at both your lips before he climbed on top of you and kissed you, your taste still lingering in his mouth.

His dick was fighting against his jeans for room to grow, and your hands roaming closer to where he needed you definitely didn't help.

he let out a low groan once you palmed the bulge in his pants, and you smiled softly.

"Fuck, sweetheart" he growled, kissing the skin beneath your ear 

"What?" you asked playfully

"I need to fuck you"

"need?" you raised an eyebrow, stifling a grin

"yeah, need" he nodded, unwillingly climbing off the bed to unfasten his belt and take off his jeans in record time.

In the meantime, you took off your bra, making the conscious decision of leaving your stockings on.

By the look of it, he was pleased with the idea.

His cock was hard and already leaking some precum, and even if you'd seen him desperate before, today he seemed even more.

You were gonna talk to him later, now you had a more pressing matter at hand.

"come here" you invited him, shuffling up the bed and spreading your legs.

He immediately obeyed, coming down on top of you to nestle between your thighs, and melting into your mouth.

He kissed you deep and through, like he dreamed of doing all day and all last night (even if he didn't tell you that), and you whimpered weakly into his mouth, as your arms came up behind his neck.

"God I missed you" he breathed

"you saw me the day before yesterday javi"

"yeah, and that's what?" he asked, leaving another quick kiss on your lips "More than 24 hours without kissing this perfect mouth of yours?" he said "I call that torture"

You chuckled lightly "Careful there, that's what addiction sounds like"

"Yeah, well maybe I am addicted"

You smiled again "now, I don't think your colleagues at the DEA would like the sound of that" you joked.

"then I'll quit," he said 

"You'll quit?" you teased

"Yeah" he kissed you "I'll quit and then we'll buy a farm in Texas and spend the rest of our lives like this"

You felt your heart speed up at that childish, unrealizable vision, and yet, you couldn't help but smile.

"I like the sound of that," you said, because it was the truth, because you did like all the impossible plans Javi'd made for your future over the course of all your meetings.

It started as a silly joke, but each time it grew to be something more, you could feel it in his tone, in the way he'd stroke your cheek as he told you about how many dogs you'd keep on the farm.

He was the one that started it, but after a while, you joined him. You contributed with your own hopes, your own dreams, and so, those hours spent together became much more than sex, you became much more than a prostitute and a DEA agent, you became dreamers, and for a few moments, that's all you stayed, as everything else disappeared.

"yeah? I do too, sweetheart" he breathed, kissing you once more before finally positioning himself at your entrance.

Your cries mixed with his groans as he slowly entered you.

One of his hands was on your cheek while the other one kept your legs on his waist so he could hit the angle he knew would make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"fuck baby" he growled softly, starting his slow but oh-so-deep pace as you gripped his shoulders.

That's the thing about Javier, he was always sweet.. gentle. when you first met him you thought he was gonna be another overworked man looking for a way to relieve some stress, but he was everything but.

He cared, maybe a dangerous amount.

"oh my god" you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I know baby, I know" he murmured, picking up his pace and sinking deeper inside of you.

He was mesmerized by your body underneath his, by your tits bouncing with his movements, by your lips between your teeth, by the way you shut your eyes once the feeling overwhelmed you.

He wanted to take a picture and keep it in his wallet, fuck, he wanted the sight to be tattooed inside his eyelids.

"god you're amazing" he whispered, dipping down to suck on your breasts as you moaned and whimpered.

"fuck, sweetheart" he breathed, coming back up to kiss your mouth.

Your moans filled the room, growing louder and louder until the creaks of the mattress couldn't be heard anymore.

"please" you begged in just a whisper "Please don't stop"

He pressed his forehead to yours, both of you near hyperventilating as he thrusted over and over again, lost in the feeling of you and everything you brought with you.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to baby" he groaned "You feel too good," he said.

"Oh my god!" you moaned, as pressure built in your belly and his cock stretched you so well "Right there Javi, right there" you whimpered "Please-" 

"come for me baby" he urges "Give me all you've got"

And just like that, you did, your back and neck arched from the bed as you let out what could only be described as an animalistic moan.

Javier forced himself not to blink so as not to miss a second of the artwork occurring beneath him.

He was so distracted by your beauty in fact, that he didn't remember to pull out, and it was only after you opened your eyes that he realized.

"oh shit" he whispered, worry taking over his face.

You smiled, still blissful "Don't worry" you reassured him, reaching your hand to stroke his cheek.

You moved some sweaty hair out of his face, and he did the same, a joyful smile finding its way on both your faces.

"You're incredible baby" he kissed you much more gently now

"you're not so bad yourself agent" you teased, giving him another quick peck before he halfheartedly pulled out and collapsed beside you.

His hand reached on the nightstand for his cigarettes, and he lighted one as his other arm wrapped around you to keep you close.

You rested your head on his chest as he took a drag before he offered it to you.

You accepted, inhaling and exhaling slowly before returning the cigarette.

You raised your head to look at him better 

"so what's going on?"

He hesitated before returning your look "Things are messed up right now" he answered vaguely

"aren't they always?"

"yeah" a cloud of smoke escaped his mouth again "but now ever more"

"mh" you hummed, contemplating "I'm sorry" you kissed his peck "I'm sure everything will be alright though, you're Javier Peña after all"

He chuckled drily at that " 'm not sure that's a good thing right now"

A small smirk tugged at your lips all of a sudden as a question came to you "If things are so messed up right now, you think it's a good idea to be here?"

"they can wait"

you snorted "Pablo Escobar can wait?"

"for you? " he said "The whole world can wait for you"

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[chaotic-mystery]

Mr. Peña

Pairing: Boss!Javi Peña x assistant!f reader (technically the photo is not from season 3 but I fully see season 3 Javi and his stressed ass needing an assistant.)

Summary: you stop by your boss’ house to drop off intel and he’s persistent about how you got said intel.

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI, this is an 18+ blog only. Power imbalance, boss/assistant dynamic, flirty work relationship hinted at, pwmp, oral (m receiving) gagging, choking, spit, sassy Javi calling you cute but not like that, dirty talk, talk of posing as a call girl, smoking, specifically Javi smoking while you suck his dick. No use of y/n! If I missed anything let me know!

Authors note: this is my submission to @iamasaddie and her Pinterest challenge with the moodboard she made for me! I love this idea and I’d love to do one soon. Thanks @pedgito for beta reading as always, here’s a cookie 🍪 wc: 1k

“Here’s what you missed today, Mr. Pena. We’re not sure where the other friend is at right now but a couple of guys are going through phone call recordings to see if they mentioned anything.” You say as you toss down the file to the current case you’d been going over all day to help Javier with. Just starting at the Embassy as an assistant wasn’t your goal but at least it got your foot in the door, to one day be a DEA agent.

Javi was standing on the other side of the small kitchen counter with a glass of scotch in his hand, tucked against his chest. He never made it back to the office after lunch time due to checking leads but he called just a little while ago to let you know you needed to swing by and drop everything new that you and some of the other DEA agents found while he was gone. Even though you were just an assistant, he made it very clear you’re his number two while he’s not in the office and to treat you with respect.

“So who found this one? He was someone we could never get a ping for the cellphone records.” Javi holds up the photo of the scumbag drug dealer and looks at you.

“Oh, that was me, Mr. Pena. I blocked caller ID and I pretended to be a um…a call girl?” It came out as more of a question but how were you supposed to confidently tell your boss that you got a drug dealer's goon on the phone while you posted as a phone sex worker.

“A call girl? Remind me what that is.” He squints at you and takes a sip of his drink as he waits

for you to clarify.

“It’s when you pose as a uh..sex worker.” You gulp awkwardly.

Javi chuckles. “What did you say to him to make him stay on long enough to get a ping?”

“I was just telling him the stuff I think you’d normally hear if you were on the phone to a call girl. Ya know..” You look away from him and your face grows warm.

The ice in Javi’s cup clink around as he sets it down on the counter to his side.

“Like what?” He persists and you finally give in, hoping he’d drop it.

“Just about how needy I was and I was looking for some fun, stuff about how I’m sure his dick is big…how he’d make me scream until the sun came up…” The lump in your throat becomes more apparent and Javi breathlessly chuckles, hand coming to his hip while he smooths his mustache. A small part of you didn’t mind talking like this to Javi, he would tend to stare at your ass when you’d walk away from his desk, or something so small as giving your hand a squeeze if he’d have to slip past behind you.

“I knew you’d figure something out, you’re so smart. You must’ve had him going good, but where did you learn to talk like that? Never pegged you for a dirty girl like that. What else did you say to him?” Javi picks up the file one more time as he leans on the island, mindlessly flipping through sheets and sheets of intel. With the dim lighting you notice his face was a slight shade of red, probably thinking about what you just said.

“Think I could suck your cock so good your head would spin?” The confidence in your tone makes you stand a little taller as Javi’s eyes keep going over papers, a small smirk on his lips.

“What’d he say to that?”

“I don’t know, I’m asking you…sir.”

The folder lowers and Javi’s eyes meet yours, the room falling silent but your heart beating in your ears.

Javi gets close to your face and he cocks his head to the side.

“You think you could handle me? That’s cute.”

Reaching out to grab his belt buckle, you give it a tug to show him you mean what you say.

“There’s only one way to find out, Mr. Pena.” You innocently say as you lower yourself to your knees. Javi sighs deeply as he grabs his pack of cigarettes off the counter and lights one, putting it between his lips while you tug down his pants.

You waste no time getting his cock into your mouth and Javi groans loudly at the feeling of your tongue swirling over the head.

He takes a puff of his cigarette and pulls it from his mouth, looking down at you. “How long have you been wanting to suck your boss off, hm? Look at that cock in your mouth, fuuuuck.”

You don’t answer with words but you shove his cock deeper down your throat and hold it there as long as you can before you gag and release, pulling back slowly.

Javi moans as he runs his hand against your head, jaw clenching at how good it feels before he puts the cigarette back in his mouth.

You jerk him off as saliva spills down the corners of your mouth and your mascara starts to run.

“Every time you’re on the phone in your office yelling at someone I can’t help but get excited. I love when you’re aggressive, Mr. Pena. So fuckin’ sexy.” You whine and slap the tip on your tongue before taking all of him in your mouth once more. The way your dirty words flow from your mouth catches him off guard, causing him to toss his head back in pleasure. More curse words with your name wrapped in the mix come out from him in moans and you grab his hip to hold him steady as you bob your head back and forth.

Javi leaves the cigarette between his pink lips while he steps out of his skin tight jeans and ditches the half buttoned shirt. “Get up, because I’m not done with you yet.”

He spins you around and puts your arms behind you, guiding you in the direction of his bedroom.

“Walk.”

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[pedrostylez]

The First Week

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:4.4k

warnings etc: smut, dirty talk, light choking, unprotected p in v sex, pet names, oral male and female recieving. NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: I debated back and forth about how I wanted to write these characters and I think this one and possibly the next 2 (?) will be all before “Mi Luz” to show the development of their relationship. Thank you for the kindness on “Before Mi Luz”, I enjoy everyone’s reactions and encouragement :) 

Peña waited all week to see what you would do. He hoped you would beg, but something deep down told him that you wouldn’t do that. That not even if you had been a serious couple that you would be all over him like he was used to his previous girlfriends doing. You were too independent, too caught up in what you were doing to ever lean on someone else for help. 

On Saturday and Sunday he dreamed of your mouth. Of your promises for next week, hoping that no one had in fact stepped out of the embassy while he was fucking you in the back of his Jeep. He dreamed of the noises you made and how you were a totally different person from what he saw from his desk. 

On Monday he was antsy. He came into work surprisingly early-the security guards, the other workers were all surprised to see him. He just said he “needed to get a head start on paperwork.’ But when you came in you didn’t even make eye contact with him–not even a glance in his direction. You walked right past his desk, speaking lightly to Murphy (who had his head on his desk) a good morning and then down the hallway and stairs to the archives. 

On Tuesday he was determined to get you to speak to him.  He went all of Monday listening to what everyone did on the weekend, how the drinks were on Friday and “wish he could of made it”’s and not a peep about you and him staying late. He was confident no one knew and that left the window open to see if you would want him again. He was desperate for anything from you. 

He went down to the archives twice that day, asking you for help on a couple different bits of information. He fished for any sign of nervousness or attraction and got nothing in return. He left the door open to the archives on both occasions. 

On Wednesday he did not come in early, but immediately went to the archives to find Murphy there already asking for your help. “I’m hoping you can find something on him?” Murphy’s hair was a mess and you looked flustered. It wasn’t typical for you to be flustered at Murphy, but if both of you were out of sorts…

“Steve, I’m telling you, I’ve never heard that name before. I need a connection to it that I do have to see if the name pops up. Then I can create a file on them specifically.” You sounded exasperated, looking over to Pena as if to say ‘what is Murphy’s deal today?’

“What’s the name?” Peña could help without just pushing your buttons, right?

Murphy’s head whipped around, surprised to see Javier in the same room as you without poking fun at you. Murphy fed Peña the same information he said to you, you glanced down to your notes and adding a few more details as more information poured from Murphy’s brain. You tracked it, noticing the differences in what he told you versus Peña, noting in your brain where you might be able to find information. 

Javier listened intently, watching you take additional notes and realizing that Murphy had been too vague originally. “You have to always give her the whole run down even if she knows who she is looking for. Being vague makes her files inaccurate Murphy.”

You looked at him with your eyes the size of dinner plates, mouth slightly open. How did he know that? “It’s okay Steve, I think I may be able to look at a few files and I can bring something up to you within the hour. I know I typically already have a grasp on what you’re talking about, I just had  a rough night last night.” You smiled lightly, trying to break the tension between Peña and Murphy. 

Murphy grunted, apologizing for not being as detailed and said he would go grab coffee--that maybe he was just not awake enough yet. Murphy slid past Peña, eyeing him briefly and asking if he was going to join him. “I’ll be up in a minute, have my own question.”

When the room cleared of Murphy you sighed, glancing at the door and seeing it still open. “Which file do you need, Peña?”

“I thought I was Javier now?” He smirked, leaning against one of the tables that held stacked files not yet put away. You looked directly at him, which was all he wanted for the past couple days.  “Why was last night rough?”

“I went out.” You declared quickly, glancing back down at your notes and putting the pieces together in your brain of what Murphy was requesting. “Susan and Amy wanted help getting a lay and asked for me to show them how.”

He felt the heat in his body rise quickly, almost to anger. “And did you? Show them how?” He had to take a breath–it wasn’t like he asked you not to or that you were exclusive.

You thought you hid your smirk, typing into the computer quickly but he caught it and he knew he had been busted for being jealous. “What does it matter to you, Peña?”

He paused, tapping on the table and picking up a random file. “It has almost been a week and no one has batted an eye at either of us being absent from the party.” He raked his eyes to you, blue blouse with ruffled sleeves, smooth from collarbone to hip with your pencil skirt ending just above your knees. Some stylish sandals on your feet instead of sneakers you sometimes wore–it meant you drove into work instead of walking. “Do I have to wait a full week before I ask if you want to go out?”

You paused your typing, looking up at him. “We aren’t going to go out on a date, Javier.”

He felt himself melt and wince at the same time. “I figured you were the type of girl that wanted some wining and dining before doing–”

“Based on last time, do you actually think that or are you just trying to have an excuse to talk about this at work?” you scoffed, feeling your head start to hurt. The tequila flowed too easily last night, and the guy was not as good as you thought he was going to be. “Don’t come in here to talk to me about whatever it is that you want. You ask about intel, archives, and administrative things. That’s it.”

He clenched his teeth, feeling the heat of embarrassment reach his cheeks but wanted to prove you wrong. “Fine.”

On Thursday he left you alone.

On Friday he came in early and waited until you were in the archives to walk down there. Murphy was out, the office was busy answering the phones, and this was a perfect time. He walked in, seeing you on a step ladder and turned away from him. Your ass was at eye level in the work pants you were in, belt cinched around your waist and a flowing green blouse riding up so he could see your smooth back. He closed the door behind him quietly in the hopes that you didn’t hear him. “It’s Friday, hermosa.”

You jumped, almost losing your footing as you whipped your head to the direction his voice was coming from. “Peña, you can’t corner me at work. This is my job.” You were so flustered with him standing in your space. You were just trying to put files away, and the ladder wasn’t high (only a couple steps) but it wouldn’t have been a fun fall. You turned, acutely aware of his eyes on your lower half and made it so he was level with your stomach. 

“It is my job to ask you questions and for your help, which means I will be in your space hermosa.” He breathed out, glancing down at your shoes and seeing your laces were coming untied. He was trying to not lose his nerve. “It has been a week and I have been dying to be alone with you.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, turning back around so his face was now level with your ass again. If he was going to be a perv then so be it. “Get your eyes off my ass and get it through your skull that we can’t do anything at work. I won’t jeopardize it-I need the money.”

He scoffed. Maybe getting you riled up was the way to get you to fuck him. “The other girls don’t seem to mind.” He was trying to get under your skin, and you weren’t going to let him know that it was working. “Your shoes are coming untied cariño.”

“What does that mean? Cariño? Hermosa?” You felt out of the loop, looking at your own shoes and grumbling, stepping down carefully from the steps.

He tilted his head, noting that your Spanish was so poor that you couldn’t even tell a pet name from a swear word. “You really are just going to ignore how I said the other girls in the office beg me to fuck them here?” He felt like he was losing a battle that didn’t really matter in the scheme of it all, but he wanted to see some sort of emotion on your face. Anything. He couldn’t stop getting you out of his mind from last week and how you laughed when you were alone with him. You had stopped getting angry with him and maybe that was a good sign, but the monotone felt worse. 

“Well you didn’t say it like that the first time.” You sighed, stepping around him and being careful to not touch him. “If you need information ask it, otherwise, get out of my archives.”

“Let me drive you home later.” It was a demand, not a question. He wanted to reach out and grab your arm to get you to look at him, but instead he got in front of you and on to his knees, reaching for your shoe laces. 

Your breath stuttered, holding on to the file in your hand with fluttering fingers, surprised he was here in front of you like this. “What are you doing?” His fingers reached out to your ankle, pulling your foot up on to his one raised knee and looking up at you. 

“You were going to trip eventually, and I didn’t want to see your knees scraped up from that at least.” He mumbled, finishing your shoe laces and glancing up at you. Your cheeks were flushed and he felt the satisfaction settle in his stomach. “Can I drive you home later? I know you walked today.”

“How do you know that?” You felt breathless, dropping one foot as he went to pick up the other and place it firmly on his leg.

“You’re wearing sneakers instead of those sandals. And I drove by you this morning.” He smirked, seeing your eyes widen. “You were very cute walking up the hill by the corner market-”

You breathed out, rolling your eyes. “I plan on staying late and the girls wanted me to go out.”

“Again? Tell them you can’t and I’ll drive you home.” He was getting desperate. He wanted to be alone with you again. The hurt of you going out more often than not didn’t matter. He dropped  your foot and stood back in front of you. 

The pause was long as you looked through the file, glancing at the information and committing it to memory. You looked up, his hands on his hips staring back at you. He was biting the inside of his cheek, his only sign that he was nervous. 

“Fine. But you’ll have to wait for me.” Maybe that would deter him. 

“I will wait as long as you need.” He nodded, immediately leaving the archives and keeping your door open. 

At five o’clock, Susan and Amy cornered you at the coffee station that was next to where Peña and Murphy still sat. You were making tea in the hopes that it wouldn’t be too hot by the time you got back downstairs. “Babe come with us! What changed from this morning?” Susan was yanking on your arm, purse already in her hand. 

“I know, but I have more to finish and Tuesday night wasn’t really that fun.” You mumbled, hoping it wasn’t too loud. You didn’t need the whole office knowing your business. 

Peña’s ears perked up but he left his face stoic. He was straining to listen, but he made the preemptive decision to unplug the phone at his desk 30 minutes ago so he could concentrate on what he was doing and it just happened to work for listening in to your conversation. 

“What?” Amy laughed, pushing at your shoulder lightly. “You showed us all the moves and then went with what’s his name? Robert? He was so cute and clearly smitten with you!”

Peña ground his teeth. He would find this Robert.

“That’s nice and all but he wasn’t that great. And I don’t want to see him again and have him think I like him. One and done you know?” You stirred your tea bag in the water and squeezed it out, tossing it in the trash. “I’ll see you ladies on Monday. Try out the moves I showed you guys and let me know how it goes!”

Peña watched you wave them off, casually rubbing your sneakers on the back of your pants from where Susan had stepped on them. He had a single chuckle bubble out, making Murphy look up at him with a pointed expression. “Stop listening to them.”

“I just can’t believe that they ask her for moves. Her?” Peña felt like he was trying too hard to get Murphy to not see what was right in front of him. 

Murphy hummed, looking back at his paperwork and stacking it up. “I’m going to drop these off to her for filing away since she is staying and then heading home. Do you want to come over tonight? Wife is making some fancy something and invited over some of her friends.” 

“No, thank you I am going to finish this up and I’ll head home too. Maybe I’ll meet Susan and Amy at the bar?” Peña laughed, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. 

Peña hoped he wouldn’t have to wait too long for you. 

An hour and a half later, you appeared in front of Peña’s desk. “Are you still working?” You questioned, your bag on your shoulder and your fingers playing with the buckle on the end of the strap. 

He looked up at you feeling suddenly breathless. “No, just busy work. Are you ready to go?”

You nodded, giving a stiff closed-mouthed smile, and waited for him to grab his jacket and turn off his lamp. You followed him out to his Jeep, again the only car in the lot, and casually glanced at him once you were in his passenger seat. His eyes were already on you, sticking to you like glue while turning over the engine to bring the car to life. “Stop staring, Peña.”

“Can’t I be Javier now?” He smiled, pulling out of the lot and onto the main street toward his apartment. “Would you want to have takeout with me? There’s a mean Indian place down the street that is actually pretty good given that we aren’t in India.” He laughed, looking over at you again to see your eyes already on him. “Or we could have something else.” He felt himself wanting to ramble.

You smirked, making him feel butterflies in his stomach. “I like Indian if you pick the meals, Javier.”

He really didn’t know how he got here-truly. 

One minute you both were watching some stupid movie while opening up the food that was just delivered, even though you couldn’t understand what was being said in the movie. He was questioning how you had not learned any of the language you were immersed in, especially since you read transcripts from all the intel. You explained how it was all translated to English by the time it was on your desk, and you typically could play the “stupid American” card when you were in the store. 

The next minute you were on your knees in front of him after he made a comment about how you swore much more when you were relaxed and that your mouth would get you into trouble. 

Peña’s chest rose and fell heavily, anticipation making him clench his fists around the fabric of the seat cushion. “How much trouble do you think I could get into?” You asked, smiling as you ran your hands up his legs still covered in his jeans. 

He was impossibly hard. From 0 to 100, ready for you. “I think you could get into lots of trouble, especially looking like that.” The way his voice dropped never really made sense to him, but he couldn’t help it. And he saw the way your eyes lit up when you noticed the tone he took with you, and it made him want to find a way to speak to you like this around others. 

“How do I look?” You asked, cheeks going red as you realized what you asked. You weren’t typically one to fish for compliments, but something in the way he spoke made you want him to keep going. 

His pupils were blown out as he reached for your jaw and skimmed his thumb across your bottom lip. “Like you want to beg for my cock.” 

The whine that left you couldn’t be helped. You didn’t mean to, but Peña didn’t mind. You reached forward to unbutton his pants as his hand traveled down your neck and across your collarbone, pulling at the flimsy buttons that pieced together your blouse. He could see the blush that started just above your breasts, traveling up to your face and lips, making them look plusher. He lifted his hips as you pulled down on his jeans, cock slapping against his stomach as you took him in. 

“Are you going to beg for it?” He ground out in a husky tone, feeling the pearl of precum drop onto his lower stomach. He saw your eyes on him, unable to pull away from his lower half, making him move his hand up to the back of your head and tug at the hair at the nape of your neck. 

You gasped, eyes raking up to his face and seeing a similar flush on him. “Please, Peña.”

He closed his eyes and squeezed his fingers, slightly digging into the back of your head. “Try again bebe, you know how to get what you want.”

You could guess what that word meant and it made your heart flutter. “Please, Javier.”

He groaned, pulling your head closer to him, watching your mouth as it opened, tongue sticking out slightly to greet the head of his cock first. The minute your lips were wrapped around him, he threw his head back and exhaled deeply. “Fuck-that’s it. Show me your moves Susan and Amy won’t shut the fuck up about muñeca. Huh?”

You lifted your hand to the base of him, giving him one short stroke and then holding firm to direct him where you wanted. Your eyes fluttered up to his face as you pulled back, bringing spit to the front of your mouth and letting it drool onto the head mixing with his precum. “I don’t know what you mean, Javier.” You smirked, leaning back down and giving one long lick from your thumb to the underside of the head wrapping your lips back around him and bobbing. 

The minute you started bobbing your head on him after that little show, he knew you had every guy left in your path thinking about you constantly. The way you gripped him, the way your tongue seemed to wrap around him to aid your sucking had him flying to the moon. 

He groaned, looking down at you and seeing your spit gather at the corners of your mouth, how you breathed out of your nose only when he was mostly pulled out, and how your eyes were watching his mouth. “Do you want to kiss me azúcar?” He huffed, pulling you off of him and letting you take a deep breath. 

Without letting you answer he grabbed your upper arm, yanking you to him and enveloping your mouth with his. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, desperate to be closer to you. 

Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, sitting on his upper thighs in a similar way that you did in his car. He detached himself from your lips, kissing down your neck and bringing his fingers to your blouse. He bit at your collarbone, unbuttoning the last few buttons and pushing the sleeves from your shoulders, revealing a green bra that matched your shirt. 

“Will you let me have you again cariño?” He breathed, looking up at you as he pulled down the cups of your bra, squeezing your chest and rubbing his thumb over your nipples. “What do you need?”

You felt like you could cry by how good he was making you feel. It had been a long week of avoiding Peña to not get too worked up. You tried to find someone else-anyone else-but it just wasn’t the same. The thrill, the encouragement-

“Where did you go, baby?” He looked up at you, concern apparent on his face as he slowed his touches,  pulling away from your chest. You yanked his hands back to you, leaning in to kiss him quickly. 

“Just fuck me, Peña.” You whispered, standing up to undo your own belt as he tried to compose himself. He took off his own shirt, watching as you dropped your pants and stood straight again. He stood as well, wrapping his hands around your hips to reach your ass and squeeze. 

“Bend over the couch.” He said lowly, twisting you around and maneuvering you to the arm of the couch, hips resting firmly on the end and your hands outstretched. He groaned, slapping your left cheek lighting and then kneeling down like he did earlier to tie your shoe, but now to taste you. “Just give me a taste hermosa, you look too good to not have a little.”

You moaned into the couch cushion, his nose at your entrance and his tongue snaking out to lick at your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking lightly. His hand was wrapped around his own cock, pumping it quickly as he lost himself in the taste of you. 

He stood soon after, continuing to pump himself as he lined himself up and pushed to the hilt, both of you groaning in unison. “Fuck–I can’t get enough of you.”

The snap of his hips made your hips push into the arm of the couch in an almost painful way, the sound of his skin slapping against yours absolutely obscene. “Oh-ahh-Javi fuck yes.”

You used his name again and again, and it made his eyes roll in the back of his head. Did you not understand what you did to him? He reached forward and grabbed your hair, pulling lighting to direct you to stand up. “Do I feel good inside you baby? Huh? Tell me no one fucks you like I do.”

You resisted, hands reaching forward to the arm of the couch but he pulled back harder making you squeal out. He continued to push into you, his other hand reaching around and squeezing at your chest. “Yes, y-you do. Fuck-you make me feel so good.”

“Is anyone else able to make you feel like this?” He persisted, moving his hand down to your core and finding your clit easily, and making lazy circles with his middle finger. “I can’t fuck anyone else but you now, don’t you understand?”

You nodded slowly, sweat building on the back of your neck as your core began to shake. “Only you make me feel like this Javi.”

He smiled, pushing into you quicker and letting go of your hair, moving his arm around to your neck and holding you up from there. “That’s right baby, only me huh? Fuck-I can feel you squeezing me. I want you to cum. Can you do that?” He continued to circle your clit, not changing the pace or pressure. 

You nodded frantically, holding on to his forearms as he wouldn’t let you lean forward moaning as your release began. “I’m-fuck–I can’t stop.”

“Don’t want you to stop hermosa, cum all over me. Make a fucking mess.” He was straining to hold out, wanting to hear you before he lost himself too.

You started your release, bigger than the last time you were with him and he immediately started to release too. Groaning together in unison as you saw white, breath leaving you quickly as he continued to push into you until he stuttered and held your hips to his. 

A few moments passed with him leaning his forehead on your back until he was sure you were ready and he pulled out of you slowly. He silently went to the bathroom, found a towel, and brought it out to you. 

“Thanks.” You laughed awkwardly, cleaning yourself up before finding your underwear and pulling them up your legs. You looked at him, still naked and going soft as he scratched the back of his head. 

“I uh–I want to let you know that if you want to I would be okay doing this more often.” He stumbled out, glancing at your and your perfect recline on his sofa in only underwear, breasts out and legs shaking. 

You laughed lightly, looking at him again. “Yeah, I think I would be okay with that Peña.”

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[intoanotherworld23]

Supposed To Be Like This

Pairing: Reader x Javier Pena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, this is passionate smut and sex, unprotected sex, p in v, swear words, verbal fighting

Summary: The only rule was to never catch any feelings for one another, but both of you break that rule

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"Can't you get it through your head I don't want you Y/N." His words like poison to your ears a lump forming in your throat. "I can't fucking stand you."

"I know that's not true." You bit back refusing to believe any words he told you. "You don't mean any of that."

"It is one hundred percent the truth." He spat as his blue eyes looked deep into yours.

"Stop playing these games and admit the real truth." Your voice well above a normal tone now as you felt yourself becoming more upset.

"I don't know what else I have to say to you." He rolled his eyes as he paced around throwing his hands up. "I don't fucking want to be with you."

"Don't believe you." Sniffling as you tried to stand your ground on his true feelings for you. "I know exactly how you feel about me."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He scoffed in disbelief as he looked your figure up and down. "Do you hear yourself?"

"Do you hear yourself?" Repeating his question back to him making him quiet down his shoulders tensing.

"Can't you see I don't want to be with you Y/N." His tone hushed and calmer making your lower lip tremble.

"Stop lying to yourself Javi." Feeling a tear roll down your cheek his eyes watching the liquid fall to the ground. "You and I both know the truth."

"Your delusional." No matter how harsh his words were you weren't backing down on this matter.

His cheeks were starting to turn a shade of red, and you knew he was becoming overwhelmed. He never wanted to admit to himself that he was falling for his co worker and best friend. No matter how much his heart and mind were telling him to tell you the truth.

It was supposed to just be a short fling nothing serious. Next thing you know the two of you are around each other more than you expected. In fact the two of you depended on one another, and felt lost and empty when the other wasn't there.

The sex was absolutely mind blowing you could feel it all the way in your toes. There was never a moment when you two weren't trying to touch each other in some way. Sneaking off to empty rooms to have your way with each other.

Everyone at work was constantly questioning both of you, and were suspicious something more was going on. Of course both of you denied what everyone else was gossiping about. They even teased the two of you saying you were secret lovers.

Both of you standing there looking at each other silently pushing the other to talk. The only sounds that could be heard was his heavy breathing, and your heart pounding in your chest.

"This wasn't supposed to happen like this." He finally spoke as he sat down on the bed hands in his lap. "None of this was supposed to happen."

"You think I was prepared for any of this to happen?" Your question rhetorical as you stepped in front of him now. "But I can't hide it from you."

"We both agreed no feelings and no attachments." Reminding not only you but himself on the rules you set in place.

"I guess I broke the number one rule we made." Confessing to him feeling his hands moving up and down your hips. "You did too."

"We should have never done this." Grabbing one of your hands looking at your fingers as he softly kissed your knuckles. "But I don't regret any of it."

"I'm sorry cariño." He spoke as he lifted his head to look up at you hands grabbed your hips pulling your body towards him so you belly button was aligned with his nose. "I was being a dick."

"Yes you were." You agreed making him smile as you felt him press his forehead against your stomach holding you close. "I'm sorry too."

"For what?" He quizzically looked at you scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

"For forcing you to confess your true feelings for me." Looking down ashamed not wanting him to see you tearing up again. "I was wrong for pushing you like that."

"No you weren't." His words surprised you as he looked at him his eyes glued to yours. "I needed you to push me."

"Do you hate me?" Timidly asking him as you felt the tears threatening to spill a look of panic washed over him seeing you become distraught.

"God no of course I don't hate you." A hand reached up to caress your cheek moving to your jaw cupping it in his hand leaning into his touch.

Staring down at him as you felt him pressing his lips to your stomach. Tangling your hands in his hair as he slowly lifted the sides of your shirt so he could feel your skin. A tingle running up your spine with such a soft touch.

Standing up his eyes locked on yours as he grabbed your hands in his. Turning you around so your back was facing the bed. Laying down so he was on top of you his mouth attaching to your lips.

His kisses were slow and sensual a passion surging through his body into yours. It felt like the world was slowly turning, and you never wanted it to end. The air was thick and heavy with lust.

Your hands wrapping around his back to be sure to keep him close to you. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you felt him gently grinding his front against yours. A whimper leaving your lips when you felt his hardening erection press into you.

"God I want you so badly sweetheart." Whispering in your ear as a hand reached to grab your thigh rubbing the skin up and down.

"Then take me." Looking directly into his eyes as your chest was heaving up and down already out of breathe.

"You drive me crazy." He mumbled he he sat up lifting his shirt off his body your eyes moving down his toned body.

Leaning on your elbows as you watched him pulling his pants off. Biting your lower lip as you felt a wet spot forming in your panties. Squeezing your thighs together trying to ease the pressure between your legs.

Lifting yourself up pulling your shirt off tossing it to the side. Reaching back. To unclasp your bra exposing your breasts the cold air hitting them your nipples becoming erect. His eyes roamed your figure up and down licking his lips as he did.

"You are so beautiful cariño." Shaking his head in disbelief that you were actually his.

"Oh shut up." You shook your head with a smile making him smirk at you.

"I've never seen a more beautiful woman than you." His voice soothing every insecurity you've ever had knowing he wasn't lying when he said this.

Leaning forward his lips attached to your collarbones kissing the flesh making you lean your head back. Biting your bottom lip to the point you almost drew blood.

His kisses moved to your chest sucking on both nipples leaving behind a string of saliva. Swirling his tongue around the hardened nub until he softly bit down on it making you giggle as you swatted his shoulder.

Moving further down under the breast making you moan as you wrapped your hand around his neck. It was like he was paying attention to your body, and wanting to hit all your sweet and soft spots.

"Oh god Javi." Whispering as his kisses moved down to your stomach moving his tongue along your flesh.

“Say my name again cariño.” Loving the way his name dripped from your lips.

“Javi.” Saying his name much more sensually.

Looking up at you his hands gripped your shorts slowly pulling them down your legs. Spreading your legs apart he kissed the insides of your thighs getting closer to where you wanted him to touch you the most.

"Fuck you're dripping." He groaned as he looked between your legs to see exactly how wet you were for him.

Laying down fully on your back as he stripped you of your panties. Letting your senses take over you as he pressed a firm kiss against your folds.

A hand reaching down to grip his hair as he placed his tongue to your clit, and swirled it around making your hips jolt.

"Still so delicious for me." He growled as he spread your folds apart to get a closer look at you making your cheeks feel like they were on fire. "I have to have you now."

Sitting up on his knees he grabbed your ankles pulling them apart. Stroking his cock a few times maintaining eye contact with you the whole time watching as your body writhed on the bed silently begging him.

"Please fuck me Javier." Whining as you reached out to grab him a grin appearing on his face.

"I'm not just gonna fuck you." His tone soft and sensual as he rubbed your upper thighs. "I'm gonna make love to you."

Leaning forward grabbing the base of his cock rubbing it up and down your soaked entrance. Mouth hanging open as he watched you grind your hips up and down motivating him to push in.

"Fuuuck me." Moaning as he slowly pressed all the way inside of you breathing heavily as you adjusted around him.

"Know how to take me so well sweetheart." His eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort, and he found none. "God you feel so good."

"Move Javi please." Hearing the use of his call sign has him rutting his hips back, and pushing forward again.

"Pussy driving me crazy." He groaned as he leaned forward on his hands on either side of your face. "This pussy is all mine cariño."

Giggling at his possessive words as you moved your hands from his arms to his thighs. Feeling your body move against the bed with every thrust that he made. His body sweating on top of yours trapping you in his heat.

"Just like that." Crying out as you felt his tip ran into your sweet spot his motions never ceasing. "Oh god just like that."

"I love hearing you beg for my cock." Smirking down at you as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck kissing and sucking on it until blood was rising to the surface.

The grip he had on your hips had you feeling pain, but it was also heightening the pleasure. Feeling your skin burn as he hold onto a section of flesh.

It had your toes curling making your pussy clench around Javier’s cock. This experience was so much more intimate and passionate than anytime before.

Feeling his cock twitching inside of you knowing he's close. He was trying to hold himself back and wanted to wait until you felt your release.

It was a matter of seconds before your body was going to explode in ecstasy. Whimpers and moans slipping past your lips unable to control yourself anymore.

"Cum all over my cock sweetheart." Saying as he pulled out and drilled all the way in making you scream as you gripped his back dragging your nails down leaving marks.

"Wanna watch that pretty face come undone." His cheeks were red and a bead of sweat was forming on his forehead. "It's my cock that's making you feel so good."

Leaning up his hands pushed against your inner knees keeping them open as he snapped his hips into yours. Feeling his cock all the way in your stomach.

Watching as your breasts moved back and forth a hand reaching down to grab one, and pinch the nipple making you gasp.

"Could stay like this all day." Grunting as he looked down to where you two were connected.

Following his eyes as you looked down watching as his thick cock disappeared inside of you. Seeing your juices coating him as he pulled out making a squishing noise.

"Javi." Crying out his name as you felt a coil in your stomach making you snap as you arched your back.

"Fuckin a baby." He groaned as he snapped his cock deep inside staying there as he coated your walls with his cum.

His body laying limp on top of yours before giving your forehead a quick kiss. Rolling over so he was laying next to you both of you out of breathe.

"I'm sorry." He shakily spoke as you turned to look at him a tear running down his cheek. "God I'm so sorry."

"What I said before." He started to say as he took a gulp watching his Adam's apple bob. "I didn't mean any of it."

"I know you didn't." Nodding your head fully believing he was being a dick on purpose.

"I just wanted to say-." The words stuck in bud throat but you knew what he was wanting to say.

"Javi I know." Turning your body so it was facing him as you placed a hand on top of his sweaty chest. "I love you too.

"I love you so much Y/N." Turning to face you grabbing your face placing his soft lips on yours.

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[cinematicgf]

Te deseo, cariño- soft!javi

Summary: you and javier are sitting in your apartment listening to the blues after he calls to see you on your day off- (yeah that’s pretty much it)

Pairings: javier pena x afab!reader (call girl!reader)

Warnings and notes: no warnings really, soft!javi, fluffy fluff, deep convos ig, call girl/sex worker reader, no use of y/n, making out, mentions of sex work, petnames, listening to the blues baby!!

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A/N: hi all<3 enjoy this little fluffy Javi drabble. i usually write smut but i couldn't get this idea out of my head. as always, your feedback is always welcome, please like, comment and reblog<3

ps. he’s soooo lana coded, hence the west coast title, good LORD

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The quaint sounds of Roy Buchanan settled in slumber around your body. There was gold peeking through the large twin windows of your apartment, a hue on your skin that felt like a flame, but all you could perceive before you in that instance was the seraph draped in your mother’s knitted blanket. Javi seated himself heavily on your couch, two autonomous curls fallen over his closed eyes and majesty at his fingertips. He hummed along to the soft, tragic acoustics of Drifting and Drifting. The raw impeccable talent of the blues singer being appreciated fully in the comfortable silence of the room, both of your exhaling of smoke being the only thing to cut through the silence.

A discarded pack of cigarettes lay on your desktop, a cloud of smoke eased through the empty air of your apartment as you breathed in the relaxing atmosphere of Javier Pena, cigarette dangling from his lips, hair messy and dressed in nothing but unbuttoned jeans, lying soundly with one foot on the arm of the couch and the other planted on the carpeted floor. You were leaning on your bed a couple of feet away, a thin t-shirt halting at your abdomen showing a peak of nipple, whilst your trousers were discarded on the floor, leaving you in your panties. You watched Javi drag from his ciggie, enthralled in the song, a thin layer of sweat coated his tanned bare chest. He had never looked so calm. He spoke outside of a song for the first time since the album began, “What’re you thinking about over there?” He broke eye contact with the ceiling and fixed them on you.

“Nothing. Just listening,” Your answer didn’t change the expression upon his face, so you took it he wanted you to elaborate, “Listening more to you than the record that is… I never knew you liked the blues, you never seem to play them when I’ve been in the car with you, or…. around any of the other girls?”

He shook his head, “I don’t think I would play them around anyone else.”

“How come?” you questioned while your body moved to the edge of your bed to be a bit closer to him. There were still a few feet between you, but the empty space was filled with possibility.

“Well, princesa” he brought his arm up to rest behind his head, “There’s something about them- they feel more… special.”

You grinned a little, before your smile fell. You thought about the tragic lyricism of the album you were playing, the crying of the guitar. You hesitated before asking what had been on your mind. The two of you weren’t seeing each other, as such, but after you had taken a job as a call girl for some extra money on the side to pay for your younger brother’s college tuition, he had seemed to have taken a liking to you, always requesting you when his emotions got the better of him and he needed to let off some steam after an operation went wrong, or when the notorious Escobar case was heating up.

After a couple of months of this, you found yourself staying for longer and longer each night. The two of you lying in bed next to each other, sometimes enveloped in one of his muscular arms, as you listened to music and talked. He had opened up about his dangerous job once he knew he could trust you, and sometimes, even when you had the night off, you would receive a call from him. You weren’t an informant, like so many of your coworkers before you, but you weren’t just another fuck to get it all out of his system either. This was one of those evenings. The sun caressing the edge of Medellin, drowning the city in a hazy hue; threatening another humid night.

He continued, “They’re songs we listen to when I was a kid. They have a nostalgia element linked with them that just… I don’t know… eases me, I guess. It makes me think about my mother, childhood, her and my father dancing in the kitchen on weekends.” He takes another drag of the almost finished cigarette before continuing his reminiscence. “I know you understand, I watch you close your eyes and really take in the melody, hermosa. It eases you too. I don’t want to play it around others because… I don't want to mix the image of them with the image of you when we’re alone.” You found comfort in knowing the music meant something special to this usually cutoff and hardened man. They were some of your most beloved songs and it was an added bonus that your parents didn’t mind the sound of them when they inevitably traveled through the thin walls. You managed to make something of the music and how it sat with you and that was your favorite part of being around him.

“I understand… Javier,” You hesitated again. He turned his head to meet your eyes once more. There was a sadness to them that you had been aware of, sure, but that you had never really looked into until now. “Do you think you’re a lonely person?” you whisper, deciding to just come right out and say what was on your mind.

He sighs heavily and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake in asking him this deeply personal question. You begin to apologize before he cuts you off, “Carino, I’ve still got a lot living to do, I guess… I don’t have much time to dwell on it, work takes up most of my time but… yeah,” He stood up from the couch and sat down beside you on the bed. He smiled at you for a quick second before laying his head in your lap and fixing his eyes on the ceiling again, “but I’ve got plenty of love to dwell in, I just need to find a way to remember that”. You can tell he is thinking about his parents again as the song comes to an end and the next song starts. The guitar cries on.

You watched as his demeanor brightened as he closed his eyes, taking in the melody. His lips twitched into a small smile and his usual frown relaxed as he sunk into you slightly. If your face could glow anymore radiant it’d plaster a silhouette on your apartment wall.

The both of you settled in comfortable silence again as the tune carried around your apartment. You didn’t think you had ever seen anyone so beautiful as the man lying in your lap, eyes closed. You gently raked your fingers through his hair, leaning back against your bed frame.

The sun was perfectly set now, and you could hardly see where he sat just moments ago on your creaky couch. Fleeting moments were contemptuous as they departed, but the present mended all resentment you had for goodbyes. You could see him. I could see his earnestness intertwined with the hard man he had molded into because of his dangerous job. How he hypothesized without fear of irresolution. And how he saw you for who you were, besides being a call girl. Besides being someone to call for a quickie. He saw you as an actual person, someone with interests and a childhood similar to his own.

“I think, you should stay tonight”, you whispered into his hair, placing a gentle kiss on his crown before removing the cigarette from his lips to take a puff. He used the opportunity to lift himself up slightly and place an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, tongue intertwining with yours, the taste of cigarettes and a hint of whiskey filling your senses as you kissed him back, ardently. He cupped your chin, thumb moving to open your mouth slightly wider for a better taste before moving your legs out from under him and settling you at his side. You replaced the cigarette back in his lips.

“I think I’d like that”, he replied without hesitation, eyes closing again as he laced a muscular arm around you and pulled you in to his bare chest. The blues played on as the two of you fell asleep entangled in each other.

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The man with the broken heart Part 1

Javier Pena x reader

Note: you are a sex worker, meeting Javier during his time going after Escobar.

Warning: mention or sex work, swearing, nakedness, kissing

It was a rainy night when you first met Javier. He was so stressed, yet ready for action. You knew he wanted more than just sex, he had his reputation in town.

When he gets his information he puts money on the counter.

“Is it for the sex or for the information? I don’t need money from the goverment thank you!” You are serious, it is risky to give out info, getting money for it just proof for it.

“Both!” He looks you up and down, eyes still hungry even he enjoyed every minute of his stay.

“No Thank you!” You hand him his money back. “I can still feed my child with out this!”

“Your child?” He looks suprised, while lighting a cigarette.

“Yes, I lost her father in an overdose, one income from a market job was not enough, and I was not about to work for Pablo after everything, so here I am!” You don’t know why are you so offended, it was just a question.

“Look I don’t think there is any shame in your work, but I can see you do!” He steps closer and smooths your face. “You need to know that I won’t come here for any info ever again… your daugther deserves her mother to be safe, and being an informator is not exectly that.”

“I need to agree on that, thank you!” You walk him out. He lets a cloud out before turning back to you in the door, grabing your face kissing you so hard, no client ever did.

“Have a good night!” He walks off.

“You too!”

Two weeks went by before you seen Pena again. He looked rough when he knocked on your door at 1 am, who are you kidding? Banging.

“Javier, if you wake her up I kill you!” You open the door already pissed, knowing he stands there, noone would dare to come without calling first.

“Sorry… I’m a mess…” he runs his fingers trough his wet locks.

“Long night?” You let him in, and he kisses you deep and desparet, like it would be his last night to live. You close the door behind him and grab his hand, so you can lead him to your room into your bed. He can’t keep his hands of off you, ripping every clothes left on you apart, so he can kiss every inch of your body.

After his mouth met every part of your skin he backs up and just admires what he sees. You feel seen for the very first time since you worked in this field. He falls on his knees, and you can see his broken heart in his eyes.

“Fuck I don’t know how long I can do this!”

He closes his eyes, and you immidietly get to him and hold him strong. Both of you are on the knees, yet you can feel how he lets his walls down, and leans into your touch.

“Sssh” you smooth some hair out of his face, as he shivers in your arms. “You are stronger than you think!” You kiss his forhead. You don’t know why you said that, how would you know? Still you felt like that is the Truth.

“I… I should go!” He rubs his eyes, as he gets up, with you kneeling at his feet.

“Wait!” You grab his hand as you stand up. “You don’t need to go!”

“I can’t keep you from other clients!” He holds your face between his palms.

“It is past 1 am, noone is coming!” You kiss him so gentle, you thought you forget how it can be. “You can stay… it was a long time ago I could hug someone in my sleep… it would be nice to have you here tonight!”

“You want me to stay?” He was suprised, but you could see in his eyes he needed it just as much as you did. Your hand sneaks up his chest feeling his pounding heart as you nod. “That would be lovely!”

You search for something that is not in tiny pieces, so you can sleep in it. You lay in bed grabing his hand pulling him into your arms. He puts his head on your chest listening to you fast beating heart. You are softly playing with his hair, while humming a lullaby, until he falls a sleep.

You are watching his steady breathing, slowly falling asleep yourself.

“Mama! Mama!” You wake up to your daugther calling for you in her room.

“I’m coming!” You answer and realise you are all by yourself again.

You look to the side and see a little note next to a stase of money. “It worth more than anything anyone ever did for me!” As you pick up the money you realise it worths more than a fully booked week of work.

To be continued…

Part 2

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THAT GIRL IS A PROBLEM | JAVIER PENA X AGENT!READER MINI SERIES (4/6)

Description: In an effort to prove yourself to your male peers and catch Pablo Escobar, you make some pretty reckless decisions. It’s only a matter of time before Javier says something, to your surprise, out of worry. OR. the multitude of times you put yourself in danger doing the right thing and the one time Javier says something about it.

Length: 7k

Javier Pena x f!Agent!reader MINI series. colleague romance, reader being badass, age gap (the reader is 25 ish), sexual tension. if you’re anything like me, disappointing your boss needs a heads up so that happens! Initial tension between you and Javi, Javier being a slut but being soft for you hehe, etc

TRIGGER WARNINGS: violence, use of g*ns, KN*FE AND ST@BBING, ATTEMPTED MURDER OF READER, READER GETTING ATTACKED BY A GANG, detailed description of wounds, gore etc, broken bones, surgery, wounds, blood, hospitals, ANGST!!!, please read with caution if you do not do well with blood/gore of bodies, foul language. mention/allusion to sex and smut but none has been written.

NOTE. I MEAN NO OFFENCE TO THE REAL VICTIMS FOLLOWING THE SHOW’S PLOTLINE. THIS IS SIMPLY FANFICTION OF THE NETFLIX SHOW

side note: I have no medical training so if I'm wrong, please just give me the benefit of the doubt.

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To say you were on your best behaviour those following months would be a severe understatement. It killed you to comply and take orders from Javi like the good little secretary he had once thought you were, but you had done it with surprisingly little complaint.

His kind words he whispered to you in the cupboard hadn’t left your mind for the entire time, and neither had the unmistakable flurry of heat that had pooled in your stomach, only getting bigger by every single day you spent with the pair of men you called co-workers. That day had stoked something in you, something you didn’t want to acknowledge for the sake of your work but you knew what it was.

You felt it in your chest; the tightness in your lungs like that day you’d pounded up the stairs after the sicario, the breath being stolen from you every time you so much as brushed past Javi. He had you locked under those honey-brown eyes in the most infuriating of spells.

As much as you tried to push it out of your mind, you knew you had feelings for Javier Pena.

And then she happened.

You were sure Connie hadn’t meant any harm when she’d brought Elisa into your lives. How the hell was she to know you were harbouring feelings for Colombia's hottest DEA agent? You hadn’t breathed a word of your feelings to anyone, let alone begin to admit them to yourself, yet when you heard Javi’s had some mystery woman who he seemed to be getting along with like a house on fire, your chest stung and you left work feeling horribly self piteous - even more so than when you’d been slaughtered by Carillo.

Perhaps that was why you’d gone so quiet at work, not that anyone could really notice seeing as you had been so overly meek as it was for the weeks following your scolding.

Steve was sure he hadn’t heard a peep out of you in days as you sat behind your desk doing paperwork, but you were simply biting your tongue as the pair of them talked about Javi’s new house guest.

“You’re not fucking her, are you?” The blonde man said crassly, making all three people in your tiny office freeze. For the first time all day, you looked up from your tedious task of signing off documents and met Javi’s eyes.

There was something you couldn’t quite place in them as he met your fleeting gaze, something you could only describe as guilt which you easily pinned down to him not wanting to talk about such provocative topics in front of someone so young and seemingly pure as a woman like you.

You scoffed, “Relax, Javi. I know what sex is, I’m twenty-five for fuck sake,” You snickered as he swallowed thickly, caught out in his awkward manner with your purposefully foul language. It wasn’t a coincidence that he had a habit of calling you bebita or junior as you had now been nicknamed. You knew he just saw you as the young, naive, hope-that-had-yet-to-be-crushed-by-the-world newbie that was just so much younger than him, right? While you lusted after the older man, wondering if everything they said was true about the many years Pena had under his belt of, well, removing his belt for Escobar’s whores for the best nights of their lives, he simply saw you as a child. A girl; a young woman at best.

You felt almost perverted being so horny for a man almost twice your age, but something about him had you captured.

“Fucking a communist? How very un-American,” He humoured the two of you, but the tell-tale subtle blush of his cheeks told you everything you needed to know. He was sleeping with her, and that only drove the knife into your gut even harder.

You returned to your work with no more said, only opening your mouth to say ‘thankyou’ as Javi passed you a coffee, just the way you liked it.

“Are you alright, junior?” Javi asked disconcertedly, watching your eyes trail the paper boredly. Of course, he had seen the way your spark had seemed to die out in the past few weeks. The way you were less attentive, less excited to come into the office in a morning had dampened his own mood too, but Escobar wasn’t going to be caught if half the workforce was moping over you getting your dreams of being the hero crushed. It killed him to see you having to tune down the exact fire the DEA needed to catch the narcos, but Carillo had been right in what he had said. You would get yourself seriously hurt if you had continued the way you were going, or even worse. He would take your moping over seeing you hurt any day.

Something about you had caught a piece of his heart since that very first day when you had talked down to him for his admittedly sexist assumption. The fire in you was something else, something he found himself chasing since the moment he caught sight of it.

You hummed a response, lifting your head from between the pages when you saw he hadn’t left your desk. “Yeah, just fine.” You brushed off, taking a sip of your scolding drink he had placed in front of you, “Paperwork sucks ass, is all,”

He chuckled deeply and the sound had your heart jumping into your throat that you had caused it, a smile blossoming across your features in return.

“Amen to that, junior,” Steve called out from behind his own huge pile of papers. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in despair and putting down his pen, shaking out his hand to relieve the cramp crawling its way up his arm, “How about we go get drinks before we head home?” He offered the two of you.

Javi tilted his head in consideration, moving back over to his own chair, “Sounds good. I’m dying for the whiskey they serve at that place we went last time,” He said, drawing his seat up to his table with a loud screech, “You down, junior? I’ll hold your hair back if you puke,”

You grimaced but snickered anyway, “How romantic, but I can’t. I have a date.”

There was a brief silence that lingered in Javi’s corner of the office while Steve whistled boyishly. “Our little lady’s getting laid, Pena,” He jeered, and you threw your eraser at him in disgust.

“Watch your mouth, Murphy. I have your wife on speed dial,” You threatened, but the blonde man only laughed, “It’s just a casual meal with some guy I met in the bar last week,”

You didn’t want to go in all honesty. You had been thinking of what to wear, not wanting to waste your good dress and underwear set on someone you were sure would be coming nowhere near your apartment door, yet part of you wanted to fake that level of interest just to snuff Javi’s nose in it. It was childish really, only a further reminder of your immaturity to him, and he probably wouldn’t care nonetheless, but the thought of him and Elisa and the time they had spent together alone in his apartment; him taking care of her like she was his wife waiting at home for him to come back from a long day in the office sickened you. You wanted to just make all of those erotic, gut-wrenching thoughts of him disappear, and ‘Nicolas from the bar’, according to the napkin he had written his number on, was the way to do that.

“A date?” Javi said after a moment, but he seemed too invested in his work to really be paying attention to your conversation. “Hope you get lucky, bebita,”

Your heart sank at his words. Why would you have thought he would care? You were just junior, the stupid newbie in his office that had grated on him since day. Junior, who had yet to see Colombia the way he did, yet to experience life as long as he had. Inexperienced, young enough to be his daughter, stupid, reckless, naive junior.

That night he held your arms back and drew you close hadn’t left your mind in three weeks, yet you were just a passing face to Javier Pena. Just an inconvenience in his hard enough job.

“Me too,” You said indignantly, trying not to let your disappointment show. One thing you knew for certain was you had to make Nicolas from the bar nail you so hard your stupid feelings of Javier Pena and his stupid commie house-wife, his stupid beautiful eyes, his stupid asshole expression that made you die every time he grunted something towards you snidely, his low voice, his musky, manly smell, all of it. You’d get fucked so hard all of it just went away.

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That had been the plan at least.

You had indeed gone with the overly nice dress, the midnight black one you had been saving for an occasion so special that the cleavage the low neckline revealed was just perfect. It fit you in every way you liked, and it made a nice change from the long pant-suit you were accustomed to in your day-to-day job.

You had arrived at the bar early, cardinal red lipstick adorning your teeth and a martini already in hand as you sat and waited for him to show.

At first, you figured his taxi had shown late or perhaps he’d lost his keys, and other such excuses you made for him to calm your nerves as your second drink of the night arrived in front of you.

By the fourth drink, it became very clear you had been stood up. The piteous look of the waitress as you put off the bill for the third time said it all. Tipsy, pissed, and frankly close to angry tears, you sipped on your last cocktail of the evening with self-loathing wallowing in your stomach.

You should have just gone out for drinks with Pena and Murphy, you cursed yourself. You could have been just as wasted and had a ride home accompanied by two close friends that you knew would see you to your apartment safely. Instead, it was going to have to be a walk alone, and the thought of that made you neck the rest of your drink in sorrow.

“Fuckin’ shit show this was,” You muttered, slamming down a handful of bills to cover your tab and tip the sorrowful waitresses watching you leave the bar.

You huffed in anger, threading your arms through the sleeves of your jacket, a pathetically thin thing that barely kept you warm against the Colombian cool night, and set off back home, your high heels smacking against the pavement with every frustrated step.

It took you all of ten minutes to hear them. You’d realised around a block back that a group of men had turned out of a beerhouse, and were drunkenly stumbling on the street opposite you. As long as they stuck to their side of the road you wouldn’t panic, you told yourself. They seemed docile enough, just three men, early twenties making their way home from a wild night just the same as you, though you wouldn’t quite label your evening ‘wild’ and more so ‘pathetic”.

In your tipsy daze, you hadn’t quite begun to register what it was they were saying until the tallest one began loudly shushing the other two as they yelled out in the language that was not your mother tongue. You saw him glance behind him to meet your gaze, yet all you could do was meet his eyes with an innocent smile.

That is until your years of foreign language learning kicked in, and you replayed their words in your head.

The first had yelled out something about communists, a topic you weren’t surprised had come up nor had you been concerned about until you thought to the second one’s shoutings.

“We’ll get that bitch soon enough.” He had roughly said, perhaps one or two words varying but that was the general meaning of his drunken rambling. “Nadie cruza a Escobar bajo nuestra vigilancia,”

Your mind ticked over the phrase, the one word smack in the center of his sentence that had you stopping for a moment in shock.

No one crosses Escobar under our watch.

It hadn’t just been for the sake of your aching feet that you cursed your heels. The sound of your repetitive rattling against the pavement had been consistent for the past ten minutes, and so it was even louder when you briefly stopped in your tracks.

You were sure to pick up the pace when you realised your mistake and were grateful to see the group of men hadn’t taken much notice of your pause. You continued walking, as did they, but a blanket of weighted responsibility rested on your shoulders now, and your mind raced for what exactly the right thing to do was.

You had never really been one to believe in such cheesy rom-com tropes as fate and destiny, that all things in your life were foretold to happen, yet you couldn’t help but think you were sent by some higher power to hear their conversation.

These men worked for Escobar, that much you knew. They knew about Elisa which meant they were close to the root of the action, they weren’t just some outsiders with some fanboy attraction to Escobar.

They ran with the narcos you were looking for, which meant you had grounds for an arrest.

Just for one night, you wanted peace and quiet; a chance to revel in pity at your unrequited feelings, and yet your job followed you around like a demon. You knew what you had to do.

Your DEA badge was in your purse, as required by your contract, as well as your gun. You would simply bring them in for questioning, you thought. Nothing too insidious. Yet even through your drunken haze, you made sense that that was a dumb idea - a young woman like you singlehandedly taking on three suspects. Carrillo’s warning rattled around your head. Don’t do anything stupid, junior, you told yourself.

But you could use these men to your advantage, cried another part of you. That part you listened to.

You crossed the street to trail behind the men, playing it off as though you simply wanted to take the next turn to get home, nothing more. They seemed to not have seen you, or perhaps not thought of it much, which was exactly what you wanted.

You carefully stalked behind them, hoping to hear more of their revealing conversation, but they had hushed down to quiet whispers by now, no doubt from their friend’s scoldings. You caught bits and pieces until something was said about Bonilla and his car, and your blood boiled as you saw them all be sent into a round of laughter.

Your heart dropped as they turned at the end of the street instead of crossing over like you had been planning to, had you been continuing on your way home. You guessed you’d be taking a bit of a detour if you had any plans of catching something useful.

Huffing and straightening up, you tugged your jacket closer to your body to fight off the cold air. So much for a quiet night out. You turned down the side street, hoping they hadn’t gotten too far when you stopped in your tracks with a horrible slap of reality.

The three men looked at you smugly, arms crossed over their broad bodies as you stared at them in a brief moment of written guilt.

“Going somewhere, gringa?” The one who had glanced at you said, and your chest constricted as something silver glinted in his hand.

A knife.

You looked down to his weapon, then slowly back to his face that grinned at you maliciously. “I-I don’t want any trouble. I’m just trying to get home,”

“You think I wouldn’t notice you following us, puta tonta,” [dumb whore] he said, as one of the more inebriated of the men snatched your purse from your hands.

Shit. Shit-shit-shit.

It was like you were watching a movie pan out in slow motion.

The bag was opened, a large hand thrust inside triumphantly to pull out your badge that clearly read ‘DEA’, the piece of paper that had ratted your secret out was thrown to the ground and spat on aggressively. Your gun was next, the man with your purse cocked it at your head with a chuckle.

“Agent scum,” The man with the knife growled, and you felt as though the final curtain had been closed on your pitifully short life.

Why couldn’t you have just played it safe, like Javi had begged you to do in that damned cupboard?

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Your stomach turned over as you felt the blood seep out onto your dress. You had been lucky enough to reach for your gun that the stupid drunk had dropped mid-way through kicking the shit out of you.

You had been stabbed in the abdomen, that much you knew. Whether he had hit something vital was a different story altogether, but the only thing you had going for you was the fact you had taken a shot in time to scare the perps off before the weapon could be pulled out.

Yes, that's right. You were stumbling through the streets of Colombia with a fucking knife sticking out of you. Some life this was, you thought bitterly.

You knew the hospital was all the way across town, and you didn’t trust the ambulance to get there in time, nor could you see a phone box anywhere near even if you had wanted to phone for help. But you knew where was close, you had seen his street on your way to your bullshit of a date, you had even considered stopping by to see how him and Elisa were getting on just to torture yourself even further.

You were close to Javi’s apartment, which meant Connie and Steve were close too.

Connie, a nurse, who would know what to do about your little problem.

You reached up to open the gate leading to the apartment complex, hoping and praying that the boys had gotten home from their own after-work excursions, or even that Connie wasn’t working a late shift. You gagged audibly as your hand drew back from where it cradled your side gently, the entirety of your palm stained red with thick liquid. You were knocked almost dizzy at the sight.

Pressing the buzzer to the first-floor apartment, the one you knew the Murphy’s lived on, you felt your heart lurch at the lack of immediate response. Frantically pressing it a few more times, you whimpered as your vision blacked a little, and you were forced to lean against the beautiful white wall, dripping red onto it as you did so.

And then finally; “Who the fuck is calling at this time of night?” Steve Murphy’s voice had never sounded so much like your saving grace until now.

“Steve, is Connie in?” You rasped, coughing with the effort and cringing when a pain in your side ripped through your abdomen. “I’m in a bit of a pickle,”

You heard something halfway between a scoff and a chuckle at your words, “A pickle? God, how old are you? That’s something my nana would sa-”

“Steve, that’s lovely to hear honey. But I’ve got a five-inch blade sticking in me and I’m bleeding out pretty quickly so if you could please just help a girl out that would be dandy,” You snipped, grunting in pain as your legs gave out beneath you and you slid down the wall to the apartment complex.

That wasn’t a good sign.

“Wha- Junior, what the fuck!” Steve yelled through the intercom system, muttering a few other scarce words and calling for Connie from what you could hear through their nearby open window. You felt your eyes droop closed for a moment, as your head leaned against the wall in fatigue. Again, not a good sign for someone bleeding out as quickly as you were, but you had nothing in you to fight the darkness crawling out of the farthest reaches of your mind and invading your senses. Connie would be here soon, you reassured yourself.

As if you had summoned her with that broken hope of a thought, the door to the building swung open, and a high-pitched squeal met your ears.

“Oh my god!” Connie clasped a hand over her mouth at the state you were in, and you blearily turned your head to the source. There was Connie, sweet Connie that you had only met a handful of times, usually donned in her nurse's scrubs or a comfy lounge set now in little more than a skimpy nightie. Then there was Steve holding the door open, eyes wide at your crippled figure that peered up at him with a horribly vacant glaze over your eyes.

“Sup,” You said brokenly, lifting your hand up to greet the blonde woman that you had been desperately needing for the past fifteen minutes, “Always nice to see you, Connie,”

Steve felt his stomach spiral out of control as he took in your battered frame. You had to hand it to the bastards, they had a mean kick and it seemed to show judging by the way the couple’s eyes scanned over your face and shoulders, not lingering on your knife wound like you’d have thought. Steve saw the black eye, the split lip, the swelling on your nose that hinted at a fracture, the dirty boot prints over your shoulder blades and arms, the way two of your fingers, on the one hand, dangled limply off to one side, and of course the blood that pooled from your stomach where a dark handle of an unseen weapon stuck out nauseatingly.

You looked close to death.

“What the fuck, Junior?” Steve repeated, turning to Connie with a lost look in his eyes, “What do we do?”

Connie, bless her sweet heart, had a moment where she couldn’t reply to her husband, seemingly too busy taking in all of your injuries one by one as he had done. You wouldn’t be surprised if your multitude of wounds had scrambled her brain at which to treat first, and it wasn’t until you groaned in pain that she snapped out of her daze and her life-saving instincts kicked in.

“We need to sort out that knife first and foremost,” She said, racking her brain for all the medical supplies she kept in the apartment, “We can’t treat her out here, it’ll get infected. Get her in the house,”

You gasped in a silent scream as Steve tried as gently as possible to hoist you up from the ground, the movement jostling the knife around your open wound. But you were dead weight at this point. Your legs were limp, heavy with the loss of circulation, and with the pure shock that was keeping you from passing out altogether.

“C’mon, junior. Work with me here,” Steve said through gritted teeth as he all but dragged you through the threshold of the doorway and into the small entrance hall, “Con, I can’t get her up the stairs by myself,”

“Just try, Steve! I need to sterilize equipment,” Connie half yelled over her shoulder, not angry at her husband in the slightest but more so frantically thinking of what needed to be done first. You would have a slimmer than a hair chance of making it through this if she messed up. She needed to do everything exactly right if you were to survive the night.

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do!” Steve shouted back as your head lolled to the side briefly before you found the strength to lift it upright yourself. He felt his stomach turn over in sickness as the colour drained from your cheeks.

“No shouting- no fighting-” You slurred, trying your hardest to kick your legs out in front of you to keep Steve from carrying your whole weight, only to feel an odd tingling in both of them which told you the blood was struggling to make it there.

The sound of a door opening grounded your trio, and that was when you heard his voice.

“What the hell is going on here?” Javi said, emerging from his apartment in nothing more than boxers and a messy, sex-ridden hairdo, a beautiful brunette woman trailing behind him to also see what the commotion was about.

His resolve to scold the couple for interrupting him and Elisa died in his throat when he saw you.

He saw the blood, and the scrapes littering your face. He saw the way you were as lifeless as a mannequin in Steve’s arms as he struggled to hold you upright. He saw how your eyelids drooped and raised at his voice as you frantically tried to grasp onto the remaining parts of consciousness you could hold onto. He saw the red liquid all over your arms from where you had held your wound tightly to try and compress the blood flow and quite literally save your own life.

Javi saw the knife sticking out of your stomach and he felt his world begin to crumble.

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Within seconds, your other arm was slung over Javier’s shoulder as the two men lifted you up the stairs to the Murphy’s apartment.

“What the hell happened?” He rasped, ignoring the fact he was walking through the building half-naked. A lighter set of footsteps behind you told you that his female company was following your group closely, but you paid her no mind. All you could think was how much your body ached, how warm the blood was as it rolled down your stomach, how hot Javi’s nude body was pressed against yours. Your eyes drooped again as you let out an almost coherent sound, “Hey, junior look at me! Who did this to you? Did your date do this?”

You caught a brief sight of Connie frantically pouring vodka over their wide kitchen counter, dousing her hands and equipment in it as she went and you realised that was now going to be a makeshift operating table. You managed to turn your head to meet his as you reached the top of the stairs. His soft brown eyes, the warm honeyed glow from the gas station now long gone and replaced with a petrified sadness that almost looked black in the dim night.

“‘ got stood up,” You murmured to him, whimpering as your heel caught the top step and jostled your body, aggravating your wounds only further, “Started walking home when I got jumped,”

“By who?” Steve asked as you neared the table, and your head lolled backward again in a brief moment of lost consciousness. You were fading quickly, you could feel it. Yet you didn’t have it in you to be scared. All you felt was the ebbing waves of fatigue washing over you, and what was most worrying was the fact all the pain was leaving your body. You barely even recalled what had happened for a split second, only knowing that Javi was looking at you like he wanted to hold onto you and never let go.

“Escobar’s men. They knew I was DEA,” Your voice garbled as your entire weight leaned on Javi’s shoulder, “They wanted me dead,”

With that, you looked up at Javi one more time, and his face contorted with horror as you went completely limp.

You had never seen Javier Pena look afraid until that night. And Javi was fucking terrified.

“Y/N!” Your name felt foreign in his mouth. In the months you had worked together it had always been ‘junior’, ‘bebita’ sometimes even ‘brat’. But he had never needed you to hear him like he did then.

With one swift movement, he leaned down and scooped your legs up, and placed you on the counter as Connie wrestled a pair of surgical gloves onto her shaking hands. “I’ll stitch her up the best I can for now but she needs a blood transfusion. Just keep her awake, Javi,”

“Get her stable enough that we can make it to a hospital,” Steve rationalised, though his voice trembled with the same fear instilled into everyone in the Murphy’s apartment.

“No,” Elisa piped up for the first time, which caught everyone’s attention, “She said they wanted her dead. If you admit her into hospital, Escobar will only track her down and have someone finish the job,”

Fuck. The worst part was, it made total sense that Escobar would want to eliminate any DEA scum that had been sniffing around his business. They didn't know why he would single you out. Perhaps he had found out about your stunt at the hotel or even how you’d locked up four of the sicarios that could pin Bonilla’s assassination on him. Who knew. But either way, with a hospital stay ruled out, the group knew one thing for certain.

This was looking bad, really really bad for you and as much as none of them wanted to admit it, you didn’t have much chance fighting in your corner.

“Y/N,” Javi repeated, caressing your sickeningly peaceful face gently before shaking on your shoulders, “Hey! You need to stay awake here, bebita.”

His heart lurched as you offered no response, just a faint breath making it seem like you were simply having a nap. But your life was on the line here, and your sleep-like state shook him to his core.

“We need to cut her dress off. I can’t see anything and there’s no taking it off with that knife still there,” Connie instructed, as Steve set off opening every drawer in the kitchen as though the panic had made him forget the layout of his own house. Finally, he produced a large set of scissors, moving back over to your body where Javi was still shaking you in the hopes of stirring you back to consciousness.

Javi felt sick as your tight black outfit was cut cleanly from your body. Any other night he would have thrown a flirty compliment your way with how good you looked in that dress, perhaps even plucked up the courage to offer you a date himself, but tonight it was different. Tonight, he saw you in little more than your lace white underwear, though that colour was now long since spattered with the blood that had smudged over your skin from your wounds, and felt no trace of arousal like he expected he would.

He simply felt sick seeing all the blood that dripped from the clothing as it was peeled from your skin, carefully avoiding where the knife was lodged deep into you.

It seemed the night air on your skin caught you out of your slumber, as you gasped slightly and your lids flickered open.

“S’cold” You whined sleepily, moving your arm to cover your body only to feel it stopped by a large warm hand grabbing your wrist in a way that was oh so familiar.

“No, bebita. Just sit tight, we’ll fix you up,” Javi cooed in a softness that surprised even himself and he settled down next to where you lay on the counter, holding your hand in place in a menial attempt to warm you with his own body heat.

“Alright, Y/N. I’m going to pull it out now. Steve, can you apply pressure as soon as it’s out?” Connie ordered, the bottle of vodka still in one hand while a needle and suture rested in the other.

“How do you know it’s not hit anything vital?” Elisa spoke up again and Javi would be lying if he said he even remembered she was there. For all he cared, she could be back in his apartment downstairs. All thoughts surrounding Elisa and the lewd activity they had been in the midst of had exited his mind like a Porsche the second he saw you in Steve’s arms.

Connie went gravely quiet for a moment before she spoke, “The fact she’s lasted this long means she got lucky,”

Javi nearly scoffed and snapped at the woman that you very obviously were not lucky to be in the situation you were in, but he held his cruel tongue, knowing the comment would have just been made out of spite. Instead, he watched Connie rest her hand over the handle and seemed to murmur some words of reassurance to herself before she began.

With that, she got to work.

The noise you made as the knife was pulled out was something Javi would never forget for as long as he lived. It was a half whine, a half scream of pain that curled his toes as your face scrunched up in torture. You lifted your head to watch as the Murphy’s scrambled to stop the bleeding. Connie began yelling at Elisa to pass her bandages and more vodka, and to help Steve compress the wound that pooled with the red liquid that coated their kitchen counter.

Their voices all muddled into a hum, your eyes locking on the gaping hole in your stomach which seemed to snap you into consciousness with a fresh wave of adrenaline, as though you were now realising the gravity of the situation by seeing first hand what your injury looked like.

Your breathing increased and you murmured something close to “Oh God.” But your face was tilted backward to hide you from the sight of your wound, and those brown eyes were back. You saw his mouth moving in comforting words that still made little sense to your ringing ears as the blood rushed around your head from sheer panic.

But he was there.

His hands cradled your face to stop you from trying to take another look, his palms warming you both inside and out.

“Javi,” You whispered. The pain had subsided once more, whether that was a good thing or not you didn’t know, but you were grateful for the relief it offered.

His thumbs stroked your cheek gently, and all that was left to feel was him. All you could see between the obnoxiously bright light that hung above the counter you lay on was his face peering down at you, his eyes begging you to hold on between the bouts of your blacking vision. You blinked at him slowly and whispered his name again, to which he only held you tighter.

All you could feel as you fell asleep once more was Javier Pena and those sweet honey eyes that pleaded with you not to leave him.

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Connie wasn’t mistaken when she said you had gotten lucky.

After stitching you up, despite the sheer panic that rose in the room as you slipped into unconsciousness once more, the group working on your injury managed to stop the bleeding from the knife wound, which had been Connie’s main concern.

Javi made sure your breathing remained steady as the Murphy’s raced to the hospital, Steve easily breaking multiple laws with how erratic his driving was. They had managed to snag two pints of your blood type that Connie had on her records, and make back with some morphine for your pain, even more bandages, and a sterile cannula set.

Javi was impressed with how fast the blonde woman worked once she had the correct tools. In no time, you were getting the blood pumped back into you, and she was working on cleaning the rest of your wounds with sterile wipes, sewing up the few more grizzly-looking ones, and setting your broken fingers back into place.

Connie Murphy was a miracle worker.

Javier could have sworn you'd died right then and there after that last time you said his name but, with Connie’s expert hands, within three hours they had moved you to lay on their sofa to rest while they waited for you to come around.

The Murphy’s headed off to bed at around 6am for some very well-deserved sleep after the ordeal the night had brought them, but even Javi saw how Connie’s eyes watered as she scrubbed hard at her hands to get rid of your blood.

“You coming, Javi?” Elisa asked as she went to leave the apartment. Steve had loaned him a top and some shorts in the middle of the panic, which left Javi in a more comfortable state than just his boxers like he had been. But he hadn’t been thinking about how cold the night air was, or how everyone could see his aged body. He had just been thinking about you, whether or not you were going to pull through.

He looked at the woman he had been fucking for the past few days, the hopeful look in her eye despite everything that had happened with you that wanted him to follow her back downstairs. Shaking his head, his gaze returned back to where you were laid out on the sofa, the morphine still pumping into your body to get you through the night comfortably.

“You go on down. I’ll be back later,” He said, settling into the leather lounger he had claimed after moving your bare body next to his. Elisa looked at him hesitantly then to where you lay peacefully, your breathing now much calmer as it puffed your chest out gently.

She left the two of you in silence, shutting the door behind her quietly.

Truthfully, his mind was already made up before she’d even asked him. He wasn’t leaving you until you’d made a full recovery, and perhaps not even then.

Javi’s eyes watched you with hawk-like precision, inspecting every breath you took as if to see if it would be your last despite his eyes begging him to get some sleep like the others. But he refused, he couldn’t even if he tried. He had to see this through that you would come back to him.

As if his thoughts had been so loud as to wake you, a small moan left your lips as your eyes slowly opened and the reality of awakeness hit you all at once.

“Junior?” He whispered, checking his ears hadn’t deceived him with a horrible trick of hope, and that you had indeed begun stirring. The slightest raise of your head at the sound of his voice, the way your bleary eyes scanned the room for him until they found their place on his, and the tiniest of smiles you shot him made his heart leap with euphoria.

“Javi?” You said, making a move to sit up but stopping yourself when the dulled pain from your entire body hit you, and the memories of your close call with death himself surfaced, “Am I at Steve’s?”

Javier was across the living room in an instant, kneeling down next to you and grabbing your hand in his large warm ones the way he did so casually now.

“You need rest, bebita,” Javi whispered into the silent room, brushing your hair out of your face gently. “You had us worried there for a moment,”

“Can I have some water? I feel like I just died,” You breathed croakily, half-joking as you watched his face drop all joy to see you awake and darken as he stood to fulfill your wish.

You shouldn’t have said that.

“That’s not funny, Y/N.” He murmured as he handed you the glass, helping you hold it to your lips as your plastered fingers throbbed with the effort.

You said nothing in return, taking greedy gulps of the cold liquid until you made a motion to pull away from the glass. You rarely heard him say your name and said like that you were nothing but putty on Steve’s sofa.

He was hurt.

“I’m okay, Javi.” You tried to reassure him, but you saw how his face turned down to glare at the floor in anger.

“I almost lost you. I fucking thought you died, junior. How are you going to say that when we were all thinking you weren’t going to make it?” He growled lowly, and despite the pain radiating through the rest of your body, your heart swelled and fluttered in upset to see him so weakened.

It was there, in his tone of voice. He was a broken man, as wounded as you were from seeing you in that state.

You could do nothing to reassure him. You couldn’t apologise without him telling you you were being stupid. You couldn’t take away the sight of your bleeding body from where it was ingrained in his mind. You couldn’t brush it off as nothing, because you both knew you’d be lying.

So all you did was lift your own hand to his face the way he had before you’d passed out.

You cradled his cheek, careful not to knock your broken fingers, and forced him to look at you from his angry stare at the point on the floor.

“I’m still here aren’t I?” You asked quietly, your eyes never leaving his face. It softened at your words, and you saw his sepia orbs lower to where they left your mouth, taking a visible sigh of relief as if you had reminded him right then and there that this wasn’t a dream. You were still here with him, despite how close it had been to something much more insidious. “I’m not leaving you, Javi,”

And with that, Javier leaned down and kissed you with a heat you had never known before.

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Into You [Javier Pena x Female Reader] SMUT

Warnings: SMUT, inexperienced reader, angst in the start but fluff in the end ;) <3

Rating: 18+ only.

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Javier Peña did not get jealous.

But he heard the way they talked about you. He saw the way they looked at you. Gawked, undressing you with their minds. The way their lips spewed dirt and filth about the things they'd do to you if they were graced with the chance of some ‘alone time’ with you. And he hated it.

Javier Peña was anything but a saint. He had his ways. The DEA had a renown of being more reserved than the CIA, which meant Javier had earned a name for himself due to his lothario reputation.  Javier's colleagues were a lot older than him, settled down with families, children- and some even with grandchildren. Even his old partner, Steve Murphy, had a wife and a daughter. Javier had none of that. Except from you.

You were the new receptionist. Shy, fresh faced, and beaming with anticipation as you found your feet in your new job. Javier found it endearing, but he wondered how long your bubbliness would last. It wasn't all rainbows and butterflies- working for the DEA. You had an air of innocence to you, and he swore you had the kindest heart in the whole of Colombia. Javier knew from the moment he met you, that the men in his department were not deserving of you.

Javier didn't give a fuck about his reputation. But when the Colombian department extended to the CIA, Javier met a lot more men who were like himself. He saw them chat up women from his previous encounters in bars, and he saw them visit the same brothels as he did. That behaviour seemed to become normalized.

You were the only women in a department filled with horny, sex crazed men. Often, Javier would find himself watching you from his desk, only a pane of glass seperating you both. Almost always you were on the phone, doodling in a notebook as you talked to potential informants. Other times, your head was down and you were whisked away in your work. Occasionally though, he noticed CIA agents bust their move with you.

He never confronted you about it- it wasn't his place, but seeing the way they spoke to you filled a rage in his heart. Javier was lucky enough to blossom a friendship with you; one that you really valued. You didn't have many friends in Colombia, but knowing a man like Javier Peña had your back? That really brought you comfort.

Even better, you lived in the same apartment building as him. Same floor, just two doors apart. It meant that you were constantly over at his flat spending time with him. He taught you how to play poker and you enjoyed watching movies together and ordering take-out. Javier was a lot of fun.

Maybe, just maybe, you and Javier were spending too much time together. You were catching feelings for him, and shit- he was so sure he had already caught feelings for you.

Javier Peña does not catch feelings. He ran out on his and Lorraine's wedding because he was sure that he felt nothing for her. And she was his fiancée. Now, all of a sudden, he had a thing for the new DEA receptionist who sat outside his office. Only, it was more than just a thing. Javier Peña was in love. The sweet girl he had found to be so caring and compassionate, the angel who had eyes that must've been crafted by the Gods themselves and the softest lips he wished he could kiss.

You had sworn you had never been in love either, until of course, you met Javier. There was no way to explain it. You both just clicked like magnets. There was an electricity that exceeded just mere sexual tension. There was genuine feelings. 

Javier Peña is impulsive and so, when his feelings for you dawned on him, he called up his favourite sex worker; Vanessa. Not only was she good at her job, Vanessa was a good person. She was good to Javi when she didn't need to be, and that was hard to find in 80s drug-torn Colombia.

When Javi had a bad day at work- Vanessa would be at his beck and call. Sex was a way he could release any negative emotions he had. A temporary fix.

That night, you had planned to confront Javier. He had confided in you previously that he had stopped sleeping with women. Deep down, it was because of his feelings for you; although he would never admit that to you. You wanted to tell Javier that you liked him… a lot. But, you stood behind his apartment door, bottle of wine in hand, and heard Javier fucking Vanessa.

You froze up as you overheard their mixed up moans and groans of pleasure, immediately feeling stupid. Why would you believe that you actually had a chance with Javier Peña? He clearly didn't feel the same way about you.

And so you went back to your apartment, climbed into bed and finished the bottle of wine on your own. You closed your eyes and masturbated over him, whining his name as pleasure filled your core. 

And when Javier fucked Vanessa, he had her wear your pale pink lipgloss. He imagined her eyes match your specific shade and as he reached his climax, he wished it was with you. When he came, he screamed your name.

Of course, Vanessa didn't care. A job was a job to her.

After that night, you done your very best to brush away any feelings you once had for Javier. You tried really hard. You were beginning to believe it was a lost cause until CIA Agent Milo approached your desk about a month later.

Of course Javier noticed. He tried to take in the interaction between the two of you, judging from facial expressions as the glass pane in between you was practically soundproof. You were smiling, and you looked happy. Milo leaned against your desk, taking a pen and scrawling something on a sticky note. It was his number.

Jealousy was rife inside of Javi. Maybe Milo was about ten years younger than Javier, and maybe he read more fashion magazines. Although Javier considered himself stylish, you would often tease him for his 70s style wardrobe— an array of brightly coloured button up shirts, the same pair of dark blue denim jeans and pair of yellow tinted aviators. 

Javier knew Milo was no good for you. He reminded Javi of a younger version of himself. Milo was a heartbreaker, and you didn't need that. You needed someone who could look after you. Take care of you in all the ways you needed.

Not only that, but Javier knew what the CIA department was like— especially Milo. He would have nothing but questionable intentions with you. Another one of his sexual encounters that meant nothing to him but everything to you.

It was late on a Saturday evening when you nervously knocked on Javier's door. Just about to light up a cigarette, he stood up and unlocked it. His eyes widened when he saw you, slightly surprised. 

You were wearing a little black dress which clung around all your perfections, and ofcourse, your signature pink lip gloss.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he greeted as you slid past him and into the kitchen. "Want a drink?"

"No thank you." you replied, and Javier shut the front door and followed you into the kitchen.

"So what brings you here?" Javier asked, lighting his cigarette and taking a puff of smoke.

"I have a date with Milo in 45 minutes," you told Javier, awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

"Oh," Javier didn't really know how to respond.

"And, I missed you." you shrugged innocently, beckoning a small smile out of Javier. The blush that crept upon his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you.

"So, uh, Milo, huh?" Javier questioned, taking another drag of his cigarette. He failed to realise why exactly you had come to see him- 45 minutes before your date.

"Um, yeah," you looked around his kitchen awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. "He's pretty great." you managed to force out. "He was employee of the month like, three months ago."

"Yeah a real sucker upper," Javi rolled his eyes and you gasped, nudging him playfully.

"He is not." You laughed but Javier really wasn't in the mood for whatever you were trying to do here.

"Why are you here?" he deadpanned, cutting your laugh short.

"I…" you frowned, unable to complete your sentence and earning an annoyed sigh from Javi. Maybe you were wrong to come to him.

"I don't think you should go out on a date with Milo." Javi informed you matter-of-factly; stubbing out his cigarette in the ash-tray that was conveniently placed on the kitchen counter.

"Excuse me?" you asked, your voice going uncontrollably high pitched. Javier casually placed the burnt out tab back in his mouth.

"I hear the things they say about you in the office, the sly little comments they make about you." Javier grunted, dismay written all over his face. The cigarette that was balanced in-between his perfect pink lips wobbled slightly with his building up anger. "They're no good for you. No good."

You narrowed your eyes. "No good? Javier, you don't get to be the judge of who is good for me and who isn't." You tried to stay composed but in the heat of the moment, your words came out as a snarl. Javier's dark eyes snapped up to meet yours as he tried to weigh up your expression.

"Shit, I didn't mean it like that." he raised his hands in defense and you folded your arms across your chest, awaiting an explanation for him. "It's just- we're friends, right? And I'm a guy and so, I understand what these other guys are like. And I care about you and-" 

"What if Milo cares about me?" you croaked out. Judging from everything Javier had told you so far, you were beginning to wonder if he was right. You just didn't want to believe it. Your one shot of happiness. Your one chance.

"Milo doesn't care about you." Javier deadpanned.

"Ouch Javi." you shuffled your heels around uncomfortably. You were certain your cheeks were heating up from the shame and you probably looked like an absolute mess in front of Javier. You felt embarrassed for not realising sooner. And seemingly, Javier had caught on to those feelings too.

"You have nothing to feel ashamed about," Javier comforted you, awkwardly reaching out and placing a hand on your back. You shuffled closer to him and he finally pent up the courage to pull you into his chest.

His embrace was warm and you could smell the mixture of his cigarettes and aftershave in his white shirt. You wanted to cry. If you were alone, you would've cried, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so in front of Javier.

"I feel pathetic," you whimpered, fidgeting with his tie. "You know Javi, I'm not very good at this kind of stuff. That's why I came to see you in the first place. I know that- I mean I've heard things about you. You have the experience."

Javier stiffened up and you awkwardly pulled away from him, desperately trying to read his expression in case you said something wrong. "Experience?" he questioned, his dark eyebrows knotting together.

"You- you know," you murmured, closing your hands into a fist and looking down at your feet. "You're experienced and I'm… not."

"I don't understand." Javier replied and you huffed out your cheeks.

"Fuck Javi, are you actually going to make me say it? I'm a virgin."

Javier blinked a few times. The silence was deafening. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

"I- I would've never have guessed."

"Yeah well…" Fuck, this was awkward.

"Y/N, can I tell you something?" Javier prompted.

"I guess?" you replied in bewilderment.

"When I see him talk to you- when I see anyone talk to you… I get jealous. So fucking jealous."

You swore your heart stopped. "Jealous?"

"I see the way they make you laugh and smile- and I curse myself because I wish that was me."

You raised a hand and pressed it into his chest. "Javi…" you didn't know what to say. "I- I came here for… advice. About… you know. Sex."

Javier looked you up and down and rolled his eyes, walking into his living room. When you followed him, he was already slouched into the sofa, nursing a bottle of cold beer.

"What do you need from me?" Javier sighed, feeling defeated that his attempt of admitting his true feelings had become completely lost on you.

"Show me." you whispered nervously, taking a few steps closer to him.

"I don't want to take advantage of you…" Javier trailed off but he was already wishing he could undress you.

"I want you to." you admitted, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

Javier contemplated for a moment but really, there was no question about it. He had dreamt of fucking you since the moment he first laid his eyes on you. Javier leaned forward and put the bottle of beer on the coffee table.

"Take off your dress and come sit on my lap." Javier instructed and you nodded, sliding out of your dress and letting it pool around your ankles. You went to kick off your heels when Javi interrupted. "No, keep them on."

You nodded with a slight smile. It wasn't long until you found yourself standing completely naked in front of your best friend, and Javi had gotten rock hard from just watching you undress. All his fantasies were alive.

He beckoned you over and you sunk down onto his lap. "Rock your hips over me," Javi mumbled, pressing a light kiss into your ear.

You followed his command and immediately felt a wash of satisfaction as you started to dry hump him through his jeans.

"Javi," you moaned, your eyes rolling back as you grind harder over his bulge.

"That's it, good girl," he praised, fucking a stand of your hair behind your ear. His hand fell down to your chest, grabbing and squeezing at your breasts. "Take what you need."

A huff of air escaped your lips at his words and you buried your head into the crook of his neck. His skin was warm and you could smell the tobacco burnt into his body. But also, there was a sweetness to him, like honey. The scents did not get lost on you. He was your addiction.

You raised your hands to his head, lacing your fingers amongst his locks of dark brown hair. As you increased your speed, you tugged on his hair which earned a hearty groan from Javier's mouth. The noises he made only spurred on your arousal and you felt your cunt getting wetter by the second, contracting around nothing as you began to grow desperate for his cock.

Javier felt his boxer shorts dampen as his precum dripped through the thin material. His big hands roamed your bare back and he knew that pretty soon he'd want to take his pants off. You loved the sensation of rubbing your pussy over his denim jeans, the friction tickling you in just the right ways. You loved the way he would moan or tense up when you occasionally brushed over his erection.

"This feels better than I ever could've imagined." you admitted and your eyes were hazy, glazed with tears as you pushed towards your climax.

"Yeah? Fuck, first times usually aren't this good," Javier grunted as he felt you twitch on top of him, your legs beginning to shake around him. "Can you cum for me?"

"You- you want me to cum?" you blinked, a blush creeping upon your cheeks.

"Please," Javier groaned. "Need you to cum all over me. Make a mess of my jeans."

"Oh Javi," you whimpered, putting more focus on grinding over his hard, defined bulge. It rubbed between your folds and stimulated you in a way that your fingers could never.

"I love it when you say my name," Javier hummed, holding you steady as you rode out your high. You gasped and pressed your lips against his.

He swiped his tongue over your lower lip, begging for entry which you happily granted him. But the second you opened your mouth just slightly, he slid his tongue in and you gasped out another loud moan of his name causing his grip to tighten around you. You came undone all over him, just how he had always dreamt about, whimpering into his mouth. You stopped grinding but stayed still on his lap for a few moments, letting him hold you and kiss you.

His kiss eventually left your lips and he planted sloppy love bites down your neck and along your collarbones. His grip on your breast was soft yet firm and the roughness of his hands made you want to help, especially when he rubbed his thumb over your nipple, pinching it slightly just to see what reaction he could get out of you.

"Your tits are fucking perfect." Javier groaned, licking a stripe down the valley of your breasts. You watched him with eager and excited eyes as he played with you, feeling your cunt drip with your arousal once more.

"Javi," you groaned, tossing your head back.

"What is it?" he responded, a mouthful of your tit. You paused for a moment, letting him suck on your nipples. "What do you need, my love?"

"I need you," you mewled, your toes curling involuntarily when he pulled his mouth away from your nipples with a 'pop' sound. "Need your cock to fill me up."

"Yeah? Fuck you're so dirty… never had no cock before. And you want mine? Are you sure that's what you want, sweet girl?" Javier's mustache brushed against your neck and you giggled at the tickle it gave you.

"Mm yes Javi, wanted this for so long and so bad. Wanted you. I'd hear about all the girls that you fucked and I, I just wanted to be one. One of your little fuck toys." You groaned, pleasure pooling in your eyes.

"My love, you're more than that. You're so much more than that." Javier promised you, gently pushing you off his lap so he could unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. He stood up, pulling his jeans down, along with his boxer shorts, and you couldn't help but yelp when you saw the way his long thick cock sprung out against his stomach. The tip was red and already leaking for you.

"Oh Javi," you whispered, unable to take your eyes off his manhood. "You're so- you're so big."

"Come here," he curled his finger, gesturing for you to come back over and sit on his lap.

You straddled him again and gasped, feeling his cock press between your folds. You continued to rub over him, this time feeling more freeing as your wetness glided over his erection. "I'm nervous," you admitted. "I want this Javi. I really do, but I've never- done this before." you gulped and Javi planted a reassuring kiss to your lips.

"I'll go gentle sweetheart, I promise. And if it ever gets too much, you can just tell me. Your comfort is the most important to me." Javi whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "Let me just…."

Javier lowered his hand to your clit and began to rub gently. He closed his eyes, your wetness soaking his fingers with just the smallest of touches. "Already so nice and wet for me," Javier smiled, bringing his fingers up to your lips and pushing them gently into your mouth. He watched you with his dark, lust blown eyes as you sucked your own arousal from his fingers. "How do you taste?" 

"Good," you replied, blushing again and hopelessly fluttering your eyelashes which framed your eyes.

Javier lowered his hand again and you lifted yourself up slightly. He slid his middle finger in, deep, and you were surprised at how well you could take him. He left his finger inside of you for a second before rubbing his index finger against your hole. He looked at you, asking for approval, to which you gave him a nod and smile, and Javier pushed a second finger inside of you. This earned a moan from you, followed by a giggle as he slowly stretched you out by pumping his fingers in and out of you.

Feeling your walls contract around him, he removed his fingers and brought them up to his own mouth, this time tasting you for himself. "Perfect." he corrected you, humming in delight.

Javier reached over to the drawer inside the coffee table and pulled out a string of condoms. He teared open the packet of one and skillfully slid it down his length.

Javier adjusted himself slightly and you lifted off him just a few inches. He reached to his cock and held it upright, before signalling for you to sink down on him. He wanted to let you be in control. He wanted you to start doing it at your own, comforting pace.

The second you sunk down on him, you felt him twitch inside of you and your eyes widened at the unfamiliar feeling fullness. You sat down on him, nudging your nose against his and he kissed you again as you warmed his cock in your pussy.

"So tight," Javier growled, biting down on your lower lip. "How does it feel for you? Is it hurting?"

You shook your head 'no' and Javier offered you a warm smile. "Just- you're just so big."

"Take your time sweet girl." Javier murmured, kissing down your neck.

Slowly, you lifted yourself off him before sinking back down. And repeat. Until eventually you felt like you could build up a steady and comfortable rhythm— you realised you were riding him. Javier buried his head into your breasts as you bounced on his cock, your breathing hitching as you felt every one of his bumps and veins inside of you.

Javier was a mess underneath you, slurring out an abundance of incoherent curses in a wash of satisfaction as your cunt clenched around him. He knew he wouldn't last long.

You straightened up your posture and Javi shuffled backwards a little, leaning into the plush of the sofa cushions. His hips started to snap into yours as he began to meet your thrusts with loud moans. His large hands held you by your waist as he fucked you so perfectly. His cock was buried deep within you, and with every one of Javier's thrusts, he hit your sweet spot.

"I'm close," you gasped as Javier continued thrusting. You felt your heart rate pick up and your legs begin to shake as his balls slapped against your dripping core.

"Me too," Javier concluded, bumping his nose against yours and kissing you passionately. Breaking away to catch breath, he grabbed a fistful of your hair. "Cum with me. 3, 2, 1." 

The second he said '1' you broke on top of him, and Javier's cock pulsed inside of you, his seed spilling into the condom. Your cunt clenched around him, milking him of all his arousal and you were left, a breathless mess, on Javier Peña's lap. His cock slipped out of you and you groaned at the lost feeling of fullness. Javier pinched the condom and took it off before throwing it into the nearby trash bin.

Javier's dark eyes blinked up at you a few times as you both took a few minutes to regain your breath. "How was it?" Javier asked eventually, exhaling shakily.

"Better than I ever could've imagined." you offered him a smile. He always found that your smile was contagious and he couldn't help but grin at you back.

"Listen- what I said to you before- the whole, "I'm into you" thing… if you're not ready, I completely understand." Javier told you.

You couldn't bring yourself to fathom words so you simply just pressed a kiss into his lips. "I'm into you too, Javier Peña." you whispered and felt Javier grin into the kiss, his hands twisting into your hair as he pulled you deeper into him.

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Delightful, chapter One (Javier Pena x reader)

Paring : Javier Peña x reader

Warnings : none

Author's note : I wanted to write an 'ennemies to lovers' with Frankie but he's so soft that didn't work so here we are.

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It’s not that you hated Javier Peña (Jesus, you wondered how many women thought that very same sentence everyday).

You had met him one busy night during your first week on the job. He’d been polite, had even introduced himself and explained :

‘I’m a regular, might as well know me by name.’

He’d even asked for yours. But the moment your co-worker Carla had stepped behind the counter he had completely switched and had reduced her to a giggling mess in two minutes flat. She’d been putting a brave fight, though, she’d explained to you later. He’d been hitting on her for weeks but she’d resisted, afraid it would be a one night thing.

She had been wrong about that, because when she had finally given in, it had become a regular thing.

She had been wrong about that but had never stopped to ask herself if he’d wanted more than sex. When she’d asked him, though, she hadn’t liked the answer, not one bit. Except he hadn’t stopped coming in, even bringing some friends with him, some blonde dude who looked really American and a woman - his wife, probably.

Try moving on when the guy you wanted to get serious with keeps showing you at your workplace.

So, Carla, yeah, she’d lost ten pounds, taken the day shift, and taken to call you at three in the morning to cry (you guessed she didn’t have that many friends because you certainly weren’t friends with her but she called you anyway).

Which left you to work with Diego, and you couldn’t stand Diego.

So, maybe, you hated Javier Peña a tiny bit.

And there he was, sitting on a barstool, nursing his second whiskey. The place was mostly empty, so you couldn’t avoid noticing how he kept frowning at the liquid like there was something wrong with it. You didn’t ask, though. You always kept your interactions polite and to the point.

After a while, you felt yourself distracted by the music, your actions more a force of habit, automatisms without any real thoughts behind them. You were brought back to the present, though, when Peña asked Diego how Carla was. And Diego being Diego, answered, loud enough for you to wince :

‘Ah. Fucking awful, if you ask me. Got fucked up by some dude. Poor girl looks like shit, now. Shame because she’s fine and I’d fix her broken heart, if you know what I mean.’

Peña had the decency to look a bit remorseful but Diego, oh, Diego kept going :

‘I offered, once, but she looked down on me. Now, though ? I bet she regrets…’

You slapped him with a tablecloth and got real close into his personal space.

‘I swear if you finish that sentence I’m gonna make sure whatever’s down there can never get up again. You’re a pig, Diego. You talk that big talk but you probably can do shit in bed so stop. I don’t need to hear it.’

‘Cállate, gringa. That stick up your ass must be a real pain.’

And Peña, brave, nice, chivalrous Peña, had to speak up, of course :

‘The lady has a point. Carla was nice. Shit, she is nice. I wanted to check on her, I don’t need to hear you gloat because she wouldn’t let you get some. Use your fucking right hand if you need to, but I don’t need to hear that shit.’

Diego’s face lost all previous friendliness when he turned back to Peña.

‘Whatever, man. But you know, stepping in for the lady won’t get you to score with her.’

He stopped himself there, but you could tell that whatever was on the tip of his tongue would have been really unpleasant to hear. Diego left the counter and went to do whatever. You didn’t care.

You should have stepped away and gone back to whatever it was you were doing before but Peña was looking at you and you had to deal with stuff like that on a daily basis because Diego only ever talked about women and fucking them good and you had enough. So instead of choosing the smart option, you leaned in, hands on the counter, shoulders square, and explained :

‘I can handle myself. I don’t need you to do that, especially considering you’re the one that fucked Carla all up.’

‘Listen, I’m sorry about that…’

‘I’m not the one you should be saying that to.’

‘I don’t need to talk to her. There’s nothing to say. It was a misunderstanding.’

He looked frustrated now. And if he were somebody else - anybody else besides Diego - you’d stop giving him crap, because you got it. Sometimes, people get into things, get into sex and don’t stop thinking about the other’s expectations. The fact that Peña never took her to a fucking restaurant or shit should have been a warning in itself but he could have made himself clear from the very beginning. Could have said it was all about making his dick wet.

But he didn’t, and now you were stuck with Diego and annoying phone calls in the middle of the night. And you felt bad feeling that way about Carla, but you clearly hadn’t had time to really connect and you weren’t a free shrink.

‘If you got nothing to say to her, then don’t come around asking about her.’ You spat.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a tiny little voice mentioned that you were being a tiny bit unfair but it was a fleeting thought that you shoved right back where it belonged : in your trashcan of denial.

Peña downed his drink, then, and got up, slapping money on the counter and said, all sarcasm but, you found, no real bite behind it :

‘Thanks for a delightful evening, my lady.’

You watched him walk away. Yeah, it wasn’t that you hated him.

———

You could see the appeal, you admitted to yourself one evening when Peña was there, sitting down with Connie and her husband and another woman.

You hadn’t gotten the other man’s name but Connie had come to you, one night, more than slightly buzzed and had chatted your ear off as you were making the drinks. You’d found her endearing so you’d asked for her name.

There was no doubt that woman was getting into Peña’s bed and you hoped she wouldn’t end up like Carla, calling someone at three in the morning to sob about him. You hoped he’d taken his lesson and was straight with the women he had encounters with.

You could see the appeal, the moustache and the too-tight jeans, and the way he slightly touched her shoulder, the way he gave her all of his attention, the way he laughed, eyes crinkled and that fucking dimple.

It was a slow night, okay ? It was a slow night and you were bored.

‘Take a picture, it’ll last longer.’

You turned to see Emil smiling at you, and you playfully swatted his arm. He was a new addition to the team - and a welcome one, at that. Turned out that Diego had gotten into the habit of fucking women in the restroom and you had the privilege to catch him, once. What would have been a traumatizing experience became much more because your boss hadn’t caught the fact that you were going to the restroom and was following you to tell you something. So you’d seen Diego into action (and that was never going in the trashcan of denial, no matter how hard you tried to shove it in there), but your boss, Ricardo, had seen too.

So, no more Diego.

You were delighted.

Even more so when Ricardo had asked you to be part of the recruiting process. You had been surprised, at first, but he’d said :

‘I have three daughters, and I have two women who work for me, I don’t need men like Diego around.’

Very progressive, all in all. But you were glad.

Back to the moment, away from the image of Diego slamming into a woman (she had been faking, you knew, and telling him that right before he left had been awesome), you quipped back :

‘I don’t even like him, trust me, I’m just bored.’

And that was only partially false. You were bored, but not liking Peña was more of a force of habit than a real thing, now. Carla had found out she was pregnant - not his - so she had quit and, well, let’s just say you didn’t get angsty phone calls in the middle of the night anymore.

Peña walked right to the counter, then, and Emil, with what you’d just said, went to get the order but Peña was looking right at you and talking to you so you went with it. As you were handing the beers, you couldn’t help but ask :

‘She knows you’re gonna fuck her into oblivion but nothing more, right ?’

His eyebrows shot up, and the smirk on his face told you you’d just said the wrong thing.

‘That confident in my abilities, heh ?’

You shook your head and deflected :

‘You know why I said that.’

He put the booze down, at that, and actually sat at the counter.

‘How’s the baby ?’

You jumped in surprise, at that, because you didn’t know he knew and you’d never thought he would care. He picked up on that, too, because he scoffed :

‘Come on, I know you think I’m an asshole but Carla was good. She was nice. I keep tabs, that’s my job.’

‘Your job ?’ You couldn’t help but ask.

He played with one of the beers, then, thumb brushing one of the bottles up and down. You looked away, not liking one bit what was happening in your belly.

‘That’s a story for another time. When you like me, or at least tolerate me. I’ll get you there.’

He got up and walked away and you remembered

You hated Javier Peña.

It didn’t sound quite genuine anymore, and you were fooling no one, given the look Emil shot your way after that, but you held onto that anyway.

———

Your parents had never approved of you moving to Colombia because your Spanish is good, sweetheart, you don’t need to do that, you don’t need to make it perfect but you needed out so you’d gone anyway.

Now, though, sitting in a room in the DEA quarters, shaking, you weren’t so sure about your life choices.

You’d been getting home when you’d seen, turning a corner, a man pointing a gun at another, on his knees. You’d backed off immediately, you stupid brain not smart enough to get you to run away. You hadn’t seen anything, but you’d heard. And that had gotten you to the DEA.

You’d been stupid, really, because you’d heard the gunshot, you’d heard a car driving away but instead of taking a detour or something, you’d looked. And the man lying there with his brain all over the pavement was not going in the trashcan of denial anytime soon.

So, you were shaking, and the door opened and you flinched and then you saw

Javier fucking Peña

‘I guess that answers that question about your job, then.’ You joked, but he didn’t bite.

He kneeled right in front of you instead, hands everywhere, and that was comforting, but the flow of questions was a bit overwhelming too.

Did they see you ? Is there a chance they saw you ? Are you hurt ? Want some water ? Murphy, give me some fucking water right now !

You tried telling him you were fine (you weren’t) but he kept fussing.

They brought you some water, you answered some questions, and at the end, the very end, when it was just Peña and you, he spat :

‘I can’t believe you go home every night on foot. Don’t do that. Stop. I swear if I have to come get you every night …’

‘I’ll be fine. It’s fine. I’ll get someone.’

You were lying : you lived stupidly close to the bar, so it didn’t make sense to drive there. And even with what had happened, it still didn’t make sense to do it. So you lied.

Then you got a few days off, doctor’s orders, and when you came back to work, that first night, as you were ready to head back home on foot as always, Javier Peña was waiting outside the bar. Before you could say anything, before you could find a way out, he declared :

‘Get in the car. I’m taking you home.’

Chapter two

#Javier Pena #Javier Peña x reader #Javier Pena x you #narcos #delightful

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Keep Quiet

Inspired by THIS little ask! You guys wanted some sex on Steve’s desk, you get some sex on Steve’s desk. Ask and you shall receive ;)

Warning: ...smut (with a little bit of plot); 18+ only! also SOFT!Javi! So enjoy :)

Word Count: 4k

Pairing: Javier Pena x Reader

MASTERLIST

PS - extra points to anyone who knows where the whole sex on the desk and co-worker finding out scenario is from!

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“Javi,” you moaned into his mouth as his large came down to your ass and give it a firm squeeze. You broke your kiss with him, and grabbed his forearms, pulling his hands off of you. He smirked at you, earning even stronger glare at you sighed at him.

“Baby-”

“No,” you held up your finger, raising your eyebrow as you pressed it against his lips. Javi, naturally took this opportunity to press a quick kiss to your finger, his mustache tickling you. Rolling your eyes at his childishness, you leaned against your desk and tried to give him a glare. It didn’t work terribly; it was hard to stay mad at the innocent face he was pulling, “Javier Peña,  you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t worry,” he joked, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you, despite your lack of response, giving the crown of your head a small kiss, “the only way you’ll end up dead on my account is if you’ve died and gone to heaven-”

“Javier-”

“Because I’ve made you cum too many times-”

“JAVI!” you groaned at him and pushed him away, hiding your face behind your hands. He threw his head back with laughter, clearly amused at the situation and your reaction before going back to his desk across from yours, “you’re going to get us found out. And then I’ll kick your ass.”

“No one knows, baby, and no one will find out unless we choose to tell them,” he promised, giving you that stupid, goofy little smile of his. You rolled your eyes at him, but couldn’t help the smile that crossed your own features. It was a moment in which you realized just how much you loved him; which was, of course, more than life itself. Who would have thought? A few years ago, hell probably even a few months ago, you never thought this would ever happen. But here you were, completely and truly in love with Javi. Almost as if he could read your mind, he silently mouthed at you, “I love you.”

You stuck out your tongue at him, but not before repeating the sentiment to him as well. You were about to say something else, but you were quickly interrupted by Steve murmuring under his breath as he walked into the office, a cup of the pathetic excuse for coffee in his hand. You exchanged a look with Javi, who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Good morning, Steve,” you walked over to him, grabbing the coffee from him and setting on the desk before giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, “what’s wrong? You’re usually the only cheery thing in the entire building this time of day.”

“Nothing,” he sighed as he slinked into this seat, rubbing at his tired face, “just up late last night with Olivia, Con needed some rest, so I took over. And the ambassador decided to take it upon herself to personally chew me out for our lack of progress the last couple of months. All in all it’s been a great morning - and we’re still stuck with this shitty coffee. I asked ages for at least a decent coffee maker.”

“Hey,” you sat at the edge his desk, doing your best to give him a small smile, “it’s going to be okay. It’s just one of those days, but we’ll get through it. We always do, right? Javi?”

“Always,” he agreed, standing up and reaching for his jacket, “but for now, how about we all get out of here and get some decent fucking coffee? At least it’ll get us out of here for a while.”

“Deal,” you and Steve chorused before following suit and grabbing your things and heading out. You weren’t particularly motivated to work that day, and the idea of getting out of the quiet and tense atmosphere of the embassy sounded like the best option.

»»————-　♡　————-««

About halfway through coffee, which had turned into a breakfast consisting of several courses between the three of you, spirits were running much higher. It might have been due to the delicious food you were consuming, the shit talking, or the several rounds of mimosas. It was probably a combination of the three. You’d all been tenses and stressed for weeks, and it turned out that this was something you all desperately needed. 

You were situated in a booth of aging leather, equally between Javi and Steve, mostly sitting back and listening to the rapport between the two men, and knocking back more than a fair share of alcohol. At one point, you’d even sneaked Javi’s glass, but it seemed lost to the men as they were heavily engaged in their little conversation. You didn’t even really know what they were talking about, but you knew it wasn’t work related; they were too happy for that.

But at some point, Javi’s hand found its way onto your thigh, toying with the hem of the dress you were wearing. It had been a warm morning and you’d decided to wear a dress for once, instead of a skirt or suit. At first you didn’t think anything of it, but eventually his large hand pushed your dress up higher and higher, until his fingers were grazing the bare skin near the apex of your thighs. Your eyes widened as you came to your senses and realized what was going. Glancing at Javi, you could see a smirk placing on the bastard’s features; Steve hadn’t noticed anything out of place.

“Javi,” you said quietly as fingers moved to push your panties to the side. He turned to you with an innocent smile, one eyebrow raised as he waited for you to go. Steve also turned to look at you, and you felt your entire being flush with warmth. Trailing his fingers through your heat and gathering up some of the slickness, he pretended to wait for you to go on. Just as you opened your mouth to say something else, he ever so lightly brushed your clit, and it took every ounce of strength within you not to moan out loud.

“Everything okay?” Steve seemed mildly concerned as he noticed you struggling, your chest starting to rise and fall in a more rapid manner, “Y/N?”

“Fine,” you managed to get out, giving him a smile you hoped was natural. Steve seemed satisfied enough and turned back to Javi, picking up their conversation as if Javi didn’t have his fingers in your aching center. 

You shot a warning glance at him, but he either didn’t notice or pretended not to. Instead, he continued on, teasing your clit lightly, just enough to start the tingling in your bones as the familiar tightening in your belly increased. At one point, you reached down and grabbed his hand to try and get him to stop; here you were in the middle of a small diner, about to orgasm due to your boyfriend’s incessant ministrations. What a morning.

He obliged for a moment, resting his hand on thigh and and trailing his fingers over the soft skin, which caused you to clench your legs to together. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to to be able to take. Maybe you could quickly dash into the bathroom and finish yourself off? Yes. That seemed like a plausible idea, but as you moved to get up, Javi’s hand firmly held you in place. He turned to give a stern look, which turned you on more than anything. So you obliged, and remained rooted in your seat, wondering if he would finish the job himself then. 

It took a few minutes before he carried on, his large hands spreading your legs apart and going back to your aching core. He took a few moments before to touch you gently, almost too tender, before slipping a fingers inside of you. You were so wet, you could definitely hear it, and you were surprised Steve didn’t; Javi kept an expert poker face. If Steve heard or noticed anything out of place, he offered no indication of it. But just as Javi started to pumped his thick fingers more rapidly, he used the pad of his thumb to rub your clit. The sensation surprised you, and you inadvertently slammed your hand on the table, gathering a few concerned glances. You coughed awkwardly and grabbed your napkin, covering your mouth to hide the little whimpers that spilled past your lips. 

Javi was pleased, beyond pleased with himself as he carried on like nothing had happened. When you were close, you automatically started to lightly rock your hips to meet his pace, a sense of exhilaration flooding through your veins at both the pleasure you were experiencing and the sheer audacity of the act in such a public place. 

He gave you a slight nod when he felt your walls start to clench around his fingers, as if telling it was okay to cum. You squeezed the edge of the table so firmly that your knuckles were turning white as he drew out your orgasm, slowly guiding you through it. Only when you had stopped writhing in your seat and he was satisfied that you were finished did he remove his hand from center. Steve excused himself to go to the bathroom and once he was out of view, Javi brought his hand to mouth and cleaned his cum coated fingers clean, learning a look of both admiration and annoyance from you.

“How was everything?” your waitress came back to start gathering your dirty dishes, a wide smile on her face.

“Delicious,” he responded with a wicked smile, “simply delicious.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

You’d remained silent as Steve and Javi paid for brunch, and the three of you made the dreaded trudge back to the office. You’d been unmotivated already, and now, in your slightly buzzed state, coming down from your high, you really didn’t want to do anything else. What you really wanted to do was just head out for the day and bring Javi home with you, but that clearly wasn’t an option. 

“What’s wrong?” he had the nerve to ask as you sat down at your desk and reached for your trust water bottle, downing it in one ago. You set the glass bottle back on your desk, eyes looked onto his, staring him down. Steve was off doing Lord knows what, leaving you the two of you alone, “baby, you’re breaking my heart, looking at me with those eyes.”

“Javier,” you adopted a serious tone as you stood, straightening to your full height as you sauntered over to him. He leaned back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head, licking his lips at the sight of you trying to be domineering, “what the hell was that? You’ve got some nerve doing that! In public, where anyone could have seen! Do you ever think about the consequences?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” he wasn’t phased by your little tirade in the slightest, “the only sounds I heard was how wet-”

“Javi,” you sighed as you rubbed your temples, “what the hell was I supposed to say? In front of Steve? Javi, please get your fingers out of me and stop trying to make me cum? I don’t think so, asshole!”

“Mi amor-”

“No!” you hissed at him, narrowing your eyes, “you don’t get to use Spanish to try and get out of this one. Just because you think you’re so sexy and-”

“Hermosa-”

“No!”

“Novia-”

“Stop,” you leaned over and grabbed his jaw with your hand, forcing him to look into your eyes. Gods, he had the sweetest eyes, so warm and deep; it made it hard to focus on the fact that you were annoyed with him. Unable to stop yourself, you gave him a soft kiss, letting your lips linger on his, still tasting the sweet champagne from brunch.

“I thought you were mad at me,” he teased against, smiling against your lips.

“I am, buddy, trust me,” you reminded him, “and this discussion isn’t over-”

“Guys, I think-” Steve had chosen the perfect moment to walk back into the small, shared space. He was looked right at the two of you, still in the compromising position: you leaned over Javi’s desk, his face in your hands, “what’s going on...is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you quickly snapped out of it and pulled back, dusting your hands off on your dress, as if you were trying to get rid of any evidence of what had just happened, “this one just couldn’t understand what I was saying. I was just trying to make sure he finally understood.”

“Loud and clear, Agent L/N,” he shot you and Steve a dazzling grin as you swallowed the lump in your throat, moving back to your desk. It was so tensely quiet the only sound in the room was the click of your heels on the linoleum floor.

“What’s wrong, Steve?” you pulled a stack of papers closer to you, looking at him with a saccharine expression on your face. He may not have known exactly what was going on, but he knew it was something.

“Nothing,” you could easily hear the hint of skepticism in his voice as he looked between the two of you several times, head moving back and forth as though he was watching a tennis back, “is there...something going on with the two of you?”

“No,” you and Javier spat out the word at the same, causing you to groan internally. That certainly wouldn’t deter any attention. 

“Javi’s just a being a stubborn fool,” you shot the dark haired man a firm glare so he wouldn’t say anything else, “sometimes you just need to tough with him to get him to understand what you’re staying. But you would know that better than anyone else, Murph.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding lightly as he started to look for papers on his desk. Your heart that had been rattling around in your chest slowly eased up when you realized he wouldn’t push the issue right now, “well, I guess we should get to work.”

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The end of the day finally approached and you were more than ready to leave for the day and unwind at home. Quickly throwing your things in your bag, you set it on your desk as you went to the coat rack near Steve’s desk to grab your jacket. Steve, whether tired or just weirded out from the day, had already left a few minutes prior, leaving just you and Javi remaining. You hadn’t said another word to him all afternoon, instead offering him a very obvious silent treatment. 

He quickly and silently made his way to your side, putting his hands on your waist as you tensed up in surprise. You sighed lightly, both in pleasure at the feel of his large hands on your body and in annoyance, but it didn’t deter him from starting to pepper kisses all over your neck and the exposed parts of your shoulder.

“Javier,” you said as firmly as you could, as he pulled you tightly against his body, an arm wrapping around your stomach and on hand slowly roaming up to your breasts. You had to bite back a moan as you manage to hiss, “anyone can walk in and see-”

“Let them,” he growled in your ear, setting a flame off in the pit of your belly, “let them see me fuck you senseless.”

“Javi,” he told the opportunity to flip you around and set you on Steve’s desk, knocking a few things out of place. You could see that his normally honeyed eyes were dark with lust, along with the straining that you spied happening in his pants. You put your hand in the center of his chest in a vain attempt to stop him and try to collect yourself, “we shouldn’t do this.”

“I know,” he agreed and the two of you exchanged a look, and  a few moments of silence passed between the two of you. Before any other words were exchanged, he crashed his lips onto yours, his deft hands immediately moving to start undo the buttons of your dress, He kissed along your neck and jaw, nipping at the delicate flesh, making sure there would be bruises for you to find tomorrow. Normally you’d chide him, or make him stop, but today you didn’t bother, “you expect me to keep my hands off of you when you come in looking like that? God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

He pulled down the straps of your dress and swiftly undid your bra, effortlessly tossing it to the side as his mouth found your breasts. You already were lost for words, unable to get anything coherent out, wrapping your arms around his neck, threading a hand through his dark locks as you held him against your chest. 

He sucked on the delicate skin of your breast before taking your pert nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging your other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, causing shivers of pleasure to run through your body. 

“Jesus,” you managed to moan out as you started to subconsciously rocked your hips against him. You could tell your panties were already soaked, and you probably would cum easily once he moved to touch you. He smirked at you before trailing kisses up your chest and stopping at your smirked, “you’re wearing too much clothing.”

He let out a velvety laugh as you reached to start to undo his button up, getting frustrated with the few bottom buttons and resorted to ripping the shirt open and he tugged off it off, “eager, are we?”

“Shut up,” you teased as your wrapped him towards you, wrapping your arms around him, his warm, bare chest against your. You always relished the feel of his skin on your skin; it was such an intimate, special thing, and he felt like no other. Javi kissed you, slowly, deeply, but with hunger as he took his time with you, holding you closely against him. Every once in a while, soft little mewls left your lips and you could feel him smiling against you, “I love you, Javi.”

“I love you too, hermosa,” he agreed, stopping his actions and just hugging you, his arms around you like a vice grip as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You loved this - loved him and it always felt like home when he held you like this. It was different from how he’s ever held anyone else before; no, this was all for you. He was all yours as you were all his.

“Javi,” you whispered against his skin, trailing a few kisses along his neck, “make love to me, please.”

He murmured a soft reassurance into your ear  before kissing the side of your head. He pulled back and you undid the button and fly of his trousers, letting them pool onto the floor before doing the same to his boxers. 

Pushing your dress up to your waist, he gently pulled off your panties and let them fall to the floor. He took a few moments to trail soft kisses along your thighs before giving your lips a few pecks. He took his hard cock and ran it along your folds for a moment, coating it in your slickness before pushing in slowly. You moaned at the delicious of him feeling you so completely, stretching you in the most perfect way. 

Javi let out a soft moan when he was fully inside you, getting adjusted to how perfect you left. He wrapped his arms around you as you stayed like that, completely still for a few moments, only exchanging a few kisses. You sighed contently as he slowly started to move. Sometimes when you had sex, it was rough and fast, both of you only chasing your highs. Sometimes it was like this; soft and gentle, and slow. You didn’t have a preference of either, typically, but right now, this felt perfect in every way.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered in your ear, as he thrust into at a languid place, taking his sweet time with your body and placing gentle kisses all over your skin, “and so beautiful. Everything.”

“Javi,” you breathed softly as your arms wrapped around his neck. He reached down and gently rubbed your clit, keeping perfect time with his strokes. You bit down lightly on his shoulder into our to keep from crying out in pleasure, but only a small Javi left your lips, causing him to smile.

The buildup was slow, but you soon found yourself coming completely undone, body going weak as your vision started to get hazy. Javi pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes locked onto you and a lazy smile on hips, “let go, mi amor, cum for me.”

You closed your eyes, biting down on your bottom lip as you felt him twitch inside of you, “cum with me, Javi. Cum inside me.”

He groaned lightly at your nods, but was more than happy to oblige you, rutting his hips into you a few more times before spilling inside of you as your clenched around him. Throwing your head back in ecstasy, his name fell off your lips over and over like a prayer. He quickly followed, burrowing his face into your neck as he drew our your highs, staying burrowed inside you as long as possible. 

“I love you, mi amor,” he whispered in your ear as your breathing started to even out, “you’re so perfect in every way.”

“You’re just saying that because I let you cum inside me,” you joked as you put your hands on either side of his face, running a finger along his cheekbone before giving his nose a kiss.

“I mean it doesn’t hurt,” he agreed with a wink, still holding tightly onto you, fingers ghosting over the the bare skin of your back, “but it’s most because I love you. Truly. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “I know. I’ve know that since the night you showed up on my doorstep when you were supposed to be meeting with an informant. You can to me instead and said nothing is right when it’s not you. That’s when I knew.”

“I remember that night,” his grin threatened to split his face in half as he nuzzled his nose against yours, “it was the first night we stayed together after having sex.”

“I know,” you laughed lightly, “when did you first realize I loved you?”

“When you yelled at me any time something happened or went wrong,” he explained, “whenever I’d do anything even remotely risky, or get even a scratch, you’d yell at me and tell me to be careful. It would be something so small that it didn’t even really matter, but you would get so upset. That’s how I knew.”

“We’re just saps, aren’t we?” you asked as he nodded, “but I’m glad for that. For you. There’s no one else I’d rather love or be loved by, Javier Pena.”

“Agree,” he booped the tip of your nose gently before grabbing your hand and placing a kiss to your palm, “now let’s go home. We can stop and grab some food-”

“And wine?”

“Obviously,” he smiled as he finally, slowly pulled out of you, reaching into Steve’s desk and grabbing a few napkins from Steve’s stash to clean you up. You both stopped for a moment before laughing, “do you think he’ll notice?”

“Not a chance,” you said as you slid off the desk and started to do up your dress again, “we’ll just make sure to put everything back. He’ll never know.”

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[siempre-pedro]

Should I Tell Her?

Javier Peña x Reader 

Summary: Colleen is reveling in her new found confidence after Javi comments on her nails. She messed with the wrong woman after she starts giving “friendly” advice to you. 

A/N: Colleen babe I am so sorry I am doing this to you. You don’t deserve this “villain” card. I just had to do it. 

Word count: 2k 

Warnings: Mentions of Sex

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Kinda like back in high school when that cute senior boy would say hello to you once and you were hooked? Made you believe that he liked you? Yeah, that's how Colleen saw it. You were there the day Javi waltzed into your shared office with the woman and charmed her to get what he wanted. Friendly, but charming and oh boy was the poor woman hooked. You thought nothing of it originally, Javi flirted to get what he wanted regularly. 

"Y/N!" Colleen perks up when you walked into the office a few mornings after the encounter. A little too cheery for 8:30 in the morning, you offer up a polite smile and put your small white bag on your desk "Look, look, I got my nails done again," she announced pointing her hands down to show off the deep purple color of her manicure. 

"Cute, did you go to that place down the street?" You ask, taking your morning apple out of your bag. Colleen nods and cocks her head, her lips pouting. 

"I'm sure Javi will notice." Your eyebrows raise, almost surprised at her words. She was giddy and excited about the future interaction that they might face. You touch the cold apple to your lips, tapping it gently, was now the right time to tell her? Nah, it probably wasn't going to happen again. 

The sounds of loud chatter from the distance were making their way to the office, a conversation of having terrible Spanish made you laugh. Pena and Murphy entered the room, looking at each other with boyish smiles on their faces. "Morning guys, how can I help you?" Colleen asked over-enthusiastically making you roll her eyes. Javi places his hands down on her desk and looks at her paperwork. 

Taking a bite you watched her lean into him, God you wanted to choke. "I just wanted to say thanks for the id, it really helped," Javi thanked her graciously and tapped his knuckles on her desk. He stood up straight and started to walk off with his partner. The agent offered a quick good morning to you as he walked past your desk. 

You waved your hand at him nonchalantly and sat back in your brown leather chair, unamused. Colleen sighs and turns to you, sympathy etched on her face as she watched you eat. Your Y/E/C catches her gaze in your peripheral view and slowly start to turn your eyes towards her. 

Taking another bite of your apple she starts to speak "I'm sorry that happened, Y/N." 

"Sorry for what?" You ask confused in between chews. 

"Javi saw you with food in your mouth," she says, "I know you have a crush on him." 

Her words made you choke on your apple, roughly coughing into your elbow and putting the remainder of the fruit on your desk. "E-excuse me?" You ask in shock, your cheeks went red from the choking, not a blush, make no mistake! 

"I see how you look at him, Honey. Maybe next time don't have food in your mouth, I'm so glad I didn't." 

You were stunned by the audacity of your co-worker's passive-aggressiveness "I don't have a crush on Peña" you defend yourself, which was partly true. You didn't have to have a crush on him. 

Colleen crosses her legs and looks away from you, shrugging her shoulders and turning her attention to her computer. The audacity! Your mouth hung open as you watched her work. Maybe it was a good time to tell her. 

The first comment snowballed into an almost everyday occurrence. You went about your day and she wouldn't hesitate to make a comment about you. God forbid you had a small hole in your stocking...you didn't tell her why you did. For the most part, you were able to block it out, sometimes it was even laughable. You didn't need him to notice you, but the brunette was desperate for the agent's attention. 

12:30 rolled around a week later and you were starving, the golden-brown bagel sitting on your desk was calling your name, sitting there underneath the heat of your desk lamp. "Javi's coming don't eat that!" Colleen warns you as the two men walked in. 

You grimace and pick up the bagel, taking a large bite out of spite "Y/N can you bring me those papers, please?" Javi asks as he stops in front of your desk. Murphy stands behind him, his watchful eyes watching Colleen glaring at you. What the hell was going on? 

Swallowing, you nod "Yeah, they should almost be done printing. I'll be right there." You got up and made sure to take another bite of your snack, giving Colleen a scowl as you walk towards the printer,  "I need carbs, Colleen." 

"Does she know?" Murphy asks as you walk into their office, slapping the thick stack of reports onto Javi's desk. You shake your head and sit on the corner of your boyfriend's desk, your dress draping nicely over your knees. 

"Nope," you respond, a small amused smile forming on your lips. Javi stood in between you and his partner, arms crossed over his chest. He was confused as you two looked at each other in shared amusement. 

"You should tell her," Steve comments. 

"I will if her little...," you sigh deeply "comments get worse. I have to get back to work, I'll see you guys for dinner later." Hoping off the desk, Javi came up behind you and gently caught you by the bicep. You stopped walking and turned to him, unconsciously leaning into him. It was a habit.

"Is something wrong, Hermosa?" he asks in a hushed tone, he brought his face closer to yours, catching a whiff of the expensive cologne you bought him. 

"It's just Colleen, Javi. It's no big deal," you reassure him, the corners of your lips turning upwards into a kind smile. The man nods and lets you go, opening the door for you. 

What you said wasn't a lie, the words didn't bother you but they did make you hungrier. They didn't bother you until the next morning when you walked in wearing a new dress, it was a form-fitting dark blue dress and you felt really good, your self-confidence was thriving. 

You walked into the office with your head held high and Colleen looked at you with a big grin "Y/N! Oh my God, that dress! It's so cute," she comments. You smile at her and take a seat at your desk, turning on your computer. 

Colleen was silent, but she couldn't help but notice you in that dress, she sighs and stops typing. Her hands folded in her lap, looking towards you with a condescending look that you could just slap if you noticed her. 

"That's brave of you to wear something like that," she says with a smile, the fakeness dripping off every word.  You pause and look up from your screen, but never at her. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Yeah wearing something like that... I mean, you're brave with having that kind of shape." Your blood was boiling at this point, your jaw clenched so tight you were afraid of breaking it. "Javi's into a whole other woman, I think I fit his type... I think I'm going to ask him out." 

It was amazing how someone could sound cold and mean and then at the very end of the sentence twist her tone into mock kindness. That bitch. It was all fun and games until she mentioned Javier and her body type. You take your fingers off the keys and rise from your seat. Seething anger apparent on your features.  All fun and games until someone gets hurt. Ready to raise a fist to the woman, the sound of fast footsteps were becoming louder

"Y/N, I need your help in the evidence room, we got a lead on Escobar," Javi was quick, almost running past you as he spoke. The urgency couldn't be ignored. You simply shake your head at the women in front of you and take off after Javi. 

Following him into the room, you start looking at the back wall where most of the new evidence was stored "What are we looking for. Photos? Call records?" the agent didn't answer, he was too busy locking the door and shutting the blinds. 

"I need none of those things," he practically growls. He walks up behind you and places his large hands on your hips, spinning you around. "I've missed you, Mi Amor," his words are muffed, his lips attacking your neck. You let out a small breathy moan and look up at the ceiling. 

"Javi," you squeak, grabbing at his olive green shirt. You just weren't into it, normally you were ready for him to take you on the desk behind him but Colleen's words linger in your mind. 

Javier could feel how tense you were, he removes his lips with a small noise and looks up at you "Y/N, is something bothering you?" he asks, his deep brown eyes staring into yours. 

You could have easily said no and let him carry on but instead, you push past him and put your hands on your hips "I-it's just Colleen and her misplaced confidence," you groan. Picking up a stack of papers only to slam them back down in frustration, Javi crosses his arms and leans against the metal shelving. "I should have just told her we were together! But no! She had to go and have the audacity to say I wasn't your type and she was!" You were almost yelling. 

Javi looks down at the floor, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as he listens to you rant. He knows this is his fault, he shouldn't have given her the attention he did to get information. Fuck. He looks back up at you, now pacing back and forth in the small room as you ranted, God you looked amazing in the dress he bought you. Perfection is what he saw. 

He pushes himself off the wall and moves over to you, wrapping your figure in his embrace "Listen, Baby," he starts, pressing a scratchy kiss to your forehead mustache making your nose crinkle, "This is my fault, Y/N." 

"No, Javi...I should have said something about us," you admitted, shaking your head. The man pulls back and runs his hands down your tense bicep 

"Baby, you are my just my type...and so much more. There's no comparison." 

"Promise?" Your eyebrows knit together, eyes starting to fill with tears. He steps a little closer and places his hands on your sides, fingers hooking the fabric and slowly hiking the dress up. The new cold feeling on your thighs sent shivers through your body. 

"I promise," he purrs in your ear, "Why don't I clear off that desk and show you just how much my type you are, Hermosa." 

The next morning you sat at your desk, turtle neck top covering up the hickies from the night before. Turns out Javi wasn't done after their time in the evidence room. Colleen wasn't giving you any problems, the silence was music to your ears. 

Javier and Steve walked into the room, Javi's hands full with two coffee's and a pastry in a fancy bag barely handing on. "Colleen this is for you," Javi tells her cheerfully, handing her the basic white to-go cup. Colleen's face perked up and happily took it from him. 

The agent didn't say anything after she said thank you, except offered a polite smile before walking to your desk "Good morning, Mi Amor," he greets you lovingly, his voice raising when he says the pet name. The woman next you glancing over at you two. 

You stood up and smiled "Good morning, Javi." He holds out the more elaborate to go up and pastry "Is this from the place by your apartment?" you ask, looking at the little logo on the cup. 

"Yeah I know you like it there, I hope you like it." Javi leans in and you know what he's about to do. The kiss was probably too much for the workplace, the way a small about of his tongue could be seen entering your mouth. Colleen's eyes were about to bug out of her head! Her mouth opened wide and eyes furrowed in anger. 

Murphy coughed awkwardly and turned his head "We uh- should get to work, Jav," he warns. 

Javier pulls away with a satisfied smirk "Have a good day, Ladies." 

You watch them walk away, bringing the steaming hot cup of coffee to your lips, the smirk very present. You glance over at Colleen who was frozen with shock. The look alone wiped any thought of vengeance you had. You sat sipping your coffee happily, and she never spoke about the situation again. 

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[ellus986]

The man with the broken heart Part 3

Javier Pena x reader

Part 1

Part 2

Narcos season 2 and 3 spoilers!

Note: you are a sex worker, meeting Javier during his time going after Escobar.

Warning: mention of sex and sex work, it is mostly heart breaking fluff and angst

You are sitting on your sofa drinking ice cold scotch thinking of the last months you had. The wonderfull memories with Javier Pena and your stomach is in a knot knowing you need to end it.

You smile bitter sweet as you remember how you danced on the street as it was raining, how you giggled into his mouth before you run into the house, striped down the wet clothes and had wild sex. Or he when suprised you at the market so he can steal some kisses from you. And you couldn’t let go of the memory when he played gambit with your daugther as she refused to fall asleep the night he decided to come earlier than ever.

You let him in and he kisses you, but immidietly backs up, and looks in your eyes.

“What is wrong, love?” You have already tears in your eyes as he asks.

“Sit down I need to tell you something…” he sits down on your sofa and you hand him a scotch he will need it.

“Kara is alright?” He looks conserned and your heart skips a beat, how can he be so carrying about your daugther, about your life you suposed to be just a whore.

“Yes she is fine… and she will be even more fine, because my mom find a good paying job for me in Bogota, we need to move this weekend…” you look up to first look in his eyes. You can already see how broken he is.

“You are leaving? I can’t protect you there…” he sounds so desparet.

“I know Javi, you don’t need to…” you smooth his face, and he leans into your touch.

“Man are wild there sometimes, the field you work is dangerous…” he starts, but you stop him.

“Javi, do you remember the last time I accepted money from you?” You ask him gentle.

“I remember the first time you didn’t let me pay, in the alley… “ you can see how the memories are running in his mind.

“That was the day I stoped selling my body…” you can’t look in his eyes.

“But you still saw me?” He looks confused.

“I told you that day, I was there because I missed you…” you finally lock eyes with him. “I didn’t wanted to, but I like you, I cheries every moment we had.” You smooth some hair behind your ear. “I was ready to walk away from this job, but not from you…only you…” you wishper not ready to say it out loud.

“I…I can’t let you go…” he grabs your waist and pulls you closer.

“You will find an another worker you like…” your voice is shaky, you have tears in your eyes.

“No you don’t get it… I only want you…” he can’t look in your eyes even you are so close you can feel eachothers heavy breathing.

“Please don’t say I was the only whore you fucked…” you close your eyes, tears are falling down.

“For months now… I stoped seeing others even before you refused my payment…” his voice is low.

“Please don’t say this…” you feel like your heart is gonna explode.

“Why?”

“Because it was hard to leave you, but it makes it even more difficult if you feel the same…” you start to cry, your heart can’t take it anymore. “I need to focus on Kara on our new life, I can’t long back to Medellin…”

“Can’t we just keep it on…”

“Javier, how? Driving half a day just to see eachother? Spend money on plan tickets?” You went through all of it, all of it. “And what happens when you catch or kill Escobar? You fly back to America leaving us behind anyways…”

“Y/N… I understand it, I really do… Kara is the most important thing in your life, you need to keep her as a priority.” He looks genuin and that kills you even more. “Please can we have this one last night like it used to be?”

“That would be a plesaure!” You kiss him. It is bitter sweet, still you couldn’t be more greatfull for him to be so understanding.

The day came, and even you already had your goodBye , after spending the night in his arms you can’t go without one more kiss or even just a word, just a glimps of him. So on the way to the airport as you need to walk there with your 7 years old with that 4 bags you had everything you own, and need you walk past his office.

When you ask one of the officers if you can speak with the grinco to your suprise they send that dirty blonde out for you.

“I guess you are looking for Pena!” He looks both of you up and down.

“Is he here?” You can’t shake the feeling he doesn’t like you.

“He was sent back to America immidietly…he had a little bit of a problem with the los pepes…” he tries to speak in codes.

“Shit… they found out?” You look conserned, and he is suprised.

“You know…”

“Yeah I know…”

“Javier no está aquí?” Looks Kara up at you, with so much emotion in her eyes.

“No bebe, el no esta aqui” you slick some hair out of her face.

“They know eachother?” He looks at you in disbielife. “You let her meet your clientes?”

“Javier wasn’t my client when they met… he wasn’t my client when you saw us… He was first, but it got complicated real fast, and I was finally able to quit that job.” You feel how tears are already in your eyes.

“Where are you heading with all these?” He points at your bags.

“To the airport, we are moving to Bogota…” you feel proud saying these words.

“On foot?”

“Am I a millioner? Do you think I bought these tickets and had spare money for a taxi?” You can’t keep a sarcastic giggle back.

“Come on, get in!” He points in his car’s way.

“Are you sure?”

“I won’t let you two walk that far with all those bags.” He grabs the two bags from your hand and gets in the car.

“You broke him you know that?” His eyes are on the road, but his words are cutting deep.

“I didn’t want to…” you can’t keep the tears back anymore. “To be fair he broke me too…”

To be continued…

Part 4

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The man with the broken heart Part 4

Javier Pena x reader

Part1 part 2 part 3

Narcos season 2 and 3 spoilers!

Note: you are a sex worker, meeting Javier during his time going after Escobar.

Warning: mention of pregnancy, mention of sex, kissing

Javier’s point of view:

He was confused, releived and stressed at the same time. Getting back to Kolumbia and going after the Cali-cartel was still something he needed to realise, but being in Bogota where you were made him a mess. You were near him, yet he had no source to find you.

He was sitting in a bar after a long day, when he sees you across the bar, but before he could do anything Bill Stechner blocks the view. He couldn’t wrap his head aroud you being there, but he couldn’t get away from him yet. It was too important.

When Stechner finally left he turns back in your way, as he isn’t even sure you are there or his head is messing with him. He isn’t even sure you want to speak with him, but than your smile lits up and he knows he needs to be next to you.

“Y/N!” His voice is shaky as he steps closer to you.

“Javier!” You are out of breath as you feel his body’s warmth.

“I didn’t know how to find you…” he rubs his eyes in stress. You already knew when he was under pressure, and in this minute he was.

“I didn’t know you were back… In Medellin no officer would tell me…” you sigh.

“In Medellin?” His eyes light up with hope, and your heart skips a beat.

“I was calling them for days, but even Steve was sent home after Pablo’s death, and noone give me any number, clearly they didn’t give a Shit to forward mine to you or Murphy…” you speak so fast he almost can’t keep up with you.

“You wanted to speak with me?” He is confused, you ended the things between the two of you, now a month later you try to get his number.

“Yes… I wanted you to move on… I wanted to move on…” you try to hold the tears back.

“I need a scotch… do you want one?” He needed a drink for this speach, so he wants to walk to the bar, but still Waits for your answer.

“I can’t…”

“Wine?”

“Javi, I can’t…” you look in his eyes and he feels even more confused.

“What do you mean you can’t?” His hearts stops for a second as he start to realise what you are speaking about.

“As I said I wanted both of us to move on even if it seemed impossible, I woke up thinking about you, went to bed longing for your touch, but I stayed strong…” you let a tear fall down. “But everything changed 4 days ago…” your voice is quiet, and his heart is beating so fast. “I never knew my father, and after Kara lost here dad so young I promised myself if I ever have an another child I will keep their dad around…” your sight cut deep in his soul as he is eagerly waiting for you to finish. “So I was trying to contact you even I promised I wouldn’t, but both of you deserve a choice…”

“You mean…” Javier couldn’t say it himself, he needed to hear it from you.

“I mean Javier that I not only fell for one if my clients, but now I’m carrying his child…” you are holding your breath as you are waiting for his reaction.

“You say that you fell for me?” He can’t bielive this is happening to him, and as you nod his jaw is on the floor. “That means… that… you are…”

“Carrying your child…” your answer made him speechless, he needed a minute to process it. “If you wondering how do I know for sure, you were my only partner since the alley, that was more than 3 months ago, and I was bearly pregnant when I left Medellin…”

“I would never question you…”

“What?” Now your jaw is the one that drops on the floor.

“I bielieved every word you said to me a month ago… I still bielive you that you have only seen me… I felt the same… I feel the same…” here it is. He didn’t wanted to put his cards on the table in the minute you reentered his life, still he did. “I never stoped thinking about you…” he rubs his eyes again, not knowing what to say, but he gets even closer to you, and to his suprise you lean in. “You took me by suprise… you even being here, and now telling me that you are carrying my child… Shit it is a lot…” he pushes his forhead to yours, closing his eyes.

“I know this is a lot, you don’t need to forgive me for ending things, you can still be in their life, or if you don’t want to that is still your choice!” You let out a sight. “I can live trough all options…”

“But I can’t…” he wishpers and you look at him with wide open eyes. “I can’t live without you… I understood you need to move here and I really do, but since I’m here I only can think about where are you, did you forget about me already?” He looks broken, he feels broken.

“I could never in my lifetime, I think you stuck in my heart forever!” You kiss him gentle not knowing how he will react, but he kisses you back.

“You did too in mine!” He slicks your face, tears are in his eyes. “I won’t say I wanted to be a dad all my life, but I never thought I would fell for someone, yet here we are…” he is clumsy with his words. “I want to be a part of your life!” He kisses you hard, passionet like it is the end of the world. “All of you…”

Your point of view:

You hear him waking up next to you, he sits up lighting his cigarette sneakily, like you wouldn’t notice. Your heart wants to escape your chest, but you wait out. Wait out after spending the night with the man from who you refused paiment, but continued to see, because deep down you already knew you can’t escape. Falling in love wasn’t an option for you for such a long time, you thought you couldn’t, but you were the farest from the truth. You tired to avoid it, but finding out you are pregnant changed your whole view.

“Te amo…” he wishpers into your skin as he kisses your forhead, thinking he can sneak away again, leaving with such heavy words.

“Yo también te amo!” You don’t open your eyes as you answer, but you still can feel how he stops in his movement. “You really thought I let you leave one more time without goodbye?”

“You don’t trust me to come back?”

“Ooh, I know you come back, but I won’t let you sneak any money next to me anymore!” You giggle, slicking your hair out of his face. “Yet I would really, really miss you if I couldn’t kiss you good Bye! You lean closer and he kisses you.

You already know this kiss was a promise, a promise for a happy life.

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