a/n: now that I have finished my last Joaquin series I have decided to start this one, these stories won’t connect and their may be different au’s for different songs but the basis is going to be Sabrina’s new album which by the way is absolutely fantastic! Let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist for this!
warnings: MINORS DNI!!! There will most likely be smut in some of these as it’s Sabrina so ofc there will
summary: A mishap has you borrowing your co-worker Joaquín’s shirt.
content: no use of (Y/N). she/her pronouns are used. pure fluff 4 ur soul plz enjoy :*)
note: based on this anon request xo!! betaread by my baby @tinkcantwrite. this was crossposted on ao3.
word count: 4139
God forbid a girl reward herself with a Dr. Pepper.
What was meant to be a little treat after answering emails all morning—more emails than you’d signed up for considering you were working with literal superheroes, but whatever—was now dripping down the bridge of your nose and painted across your white t-shirt.
You stared blankly ahead at the fridge, simply blinking.
Sam called your name again. “Hello? Usually a conversation is something that happens between two people and not—” He turned the corner, stopping abruptly at the sight of you. “Oh.”
You looked at him, the can of Dr. Pepper clutched tightly in your hand.
“I, uh, meant to tell you not to open that one.”
You blinked.
“When I was getting my water out, I dropped it. That’s why it was on the bottom shelf.”
You finally wiped the Dr. Pepper from your nose. “Oh yeah, because I was just supposed to know that a can on the bottom shelf means don’t drink.”
Sam winced slightly, rocking his head left to right like he was thinking. “I meant to tell you; I just got busy.”
Moving over to the sink, you took your first and final sip of what was supposed to be your little treat, wincing and shaking your head. “Flat.” You poured the can out before turning back to face Sam. “I brought that specifically as a treat.”
Sam was staring at you, attempting to look sympathetic but mostly looking confused. “I’ll, uh, buy you another one.”
You waved at him dismissively. “It’s fine; I was just looking forward to it all morning. A reward after answering all those emails we’ve been putting off for weeks—but it’s fine.” You nodded resolutely, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Your words are not matching your tone right now, and it’s honestly a little scary.”
Leaning back against the counter, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, abruptly stopping when you caught a glimpse of your shirt. Your formerly white shirt that was now decorated with…more than a little Dr. Pepper.
Your laugh quickly morphed into a sigh as you pulled your shirt away from yourself to fully assess the damage. It looked like the can had exploded, not opened after it was knocked on the ground. That’s not to mention the sensory nightmare that was currently seeping through, leaving you slightly sticky.
You peered at the clock on the stove, sighing again. “Sam, I have a Zoom meeting scheduled with Mr. Shostakov in fifteen; I cannot wear this science project of a shirt—” Pausing, you raised your eyebrows.
Sam raised his right back. “I don’t like that look.”
“If you could just—” You gestured wildly. “Fill in for me—”
He immediately started shaking his head. “No.”
“Sam—”
“I told you I’m not talking to-to—” He spluttered for a second.
“The New Avengers?”
“No, no. They are not the ‘New Avengers.’” He spat out the name mockingly, almost like it hurt him to even utter it.
“Okay, whatever, the wannabe New Avengers, the off-brand Avengers.” You shook your head. “Whatever you wanna call them, I’m not talking to them looking like this.”
Sam opened his mouth to protest, but you quickly cut him off. “Let me guess, you’re gonna say, ‘Oh, it’s just a Zoom call.’” You dropped your voice a few octaves in an attempt to sound like Sam. “To which I say, it doesn’t matter if it’s a Zoom call; I still need to look professional.”
“First of all, I don’t sound like that.”
“Oh, come on—”
“Second of all, exactly! Who cares what you’re wearing to talk to these—”
“Sam!” You exclaimed, exasperated. “I need to make a good impression, okay? I know you and Bucky’s conversation was—”
“Don’t.”
“Okay.” You held your hands up in surrender. “I won’t. Even though you won’t even tell me what he said—”
He said your name slowly, in a tone that made you feel like you were back in high school, getting told off by your dad for skipping class.
“Okay, okay. I’m done. Put that disapproving dad look away.”
“Okay,” he repeated, nodding. “And if you are so dead set on changing shirts—”
“I am.”
He shot you another look. Oops.
“I think Joaquín keeps a few extras in his desk.”
You blinked. “What do you mean he keeps extras in his desk? Does he regularly change clothes multiple times a day?”
“Yeah, we actually have a fashion show in here every—”
“Oh, ha ha,” you retorted.
Sam cracked a smile before clarifying, “For all-nighters. You know how he is; once he gets started on something, he won’t quit.”
A smile crept onto your face. “Yeah, that sounds like him.” Glancing back at the clock, you pulled your phone from your pocket. “I’ll just call him and make sure it’s—”
“Oh, it’ll be fine.” He waved you off.
You weren’t convinced. “Sam, I’m not just gonna steal one of his shirts.”
“He won’t mind.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
“Surely this is some kind of HR violation—”
Sam said your name, exasperated. “I promise you, he won’t care.” After saying that, Sam furrowed his brows, clearly fending a smirk off his face. “Well, he probably will care—”
“Sam.”
“But not like you think.”
You didn’t have time to figure out these riddles he was speaking in. “You sure it’ll be fine?” You glanced at the clock again. “Because I only have like ten minutes before I need to—” Sighing, you shook your head. “I’m just gonna call him and make sure.”
Sam sighed. “If you can get him to pick up.”
You waved a hand at him. “He’ll pick up,” you said confidently, dialing his number and pressing your phone to your ear.
…
…
…
“Okay…maybe he won’t.”
Sam raised his eyebrows, the ‘I told you so’ evident by the look on his face. “It’s the drawer to the right.” He then moved back over to his desk, plopping down in his chair and peering at his computer.
You sighed, nodding as you moved to Joaquín’s desk. “Where’d he have to go?”
“The dry cleaners.”
“Dry cleaners?” You furrowed your brows, stopping way before you reached Joaquín’s desk. “What’d he have dry cleaned?” The moment the words left your mouth, you winced—you knew you were rambling. Stalling. “Oh shit, tell me that charity gala’s not tonight.”
“Yep,” Sam answered, somewhat mindlessly as he clacked away at his keyboard.
“I don’t have to, like, attend that or anything, do I? Not that I don’t care about charities, it’s just I don’t have, like, any fancy clothes or anything, and—”
Sam said your name.
“I mean, I might have a friend I might could ask to borrow some clothes from—”
Sam said your name again, and you could tell he was sporting that disapproving dad expression without even looking at him. “If you had to attend this gala, I would’ve told you weeks ago, and you know this.”
“Right, right.” You nodded, tucking a rogue strand of hair behind your ear.
“Joaquín’s not gonna hate you for borrowing a shirt,” he added, his tone a little softer. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
“Hate” wasn’t exactly what you were worried about, but you definitely didn’t have time to have that conversation with Sam. He was just trying to be nice.
“I know,” you said, nodding. Sam hummed in response, like he wanted to say something else, but ultimately decided to stay silent.
You stood in front of Joaquín’s desk, peeking over your shoulder to make sure Sam’s back was still to you. Your cheeks were flush and your palms sticky with sweat. Sure, you felt a little bit…wrong for essentially plundering at Joaquín’s desk while he wasn’t there, but another part of you felt almost giddy.
Getting to be at his desk felt like you were learning more about him, getting a peek at a different side of him, even. He was a great guy to work with and seemed like an even better guy all around. He was hardworking, determined, kind, funny, attractive—
He is your coworker, you screamed at yourself. Don’t make it into something! But a part of you knew that it was a little too late for that, especially given the fact you were schoolgirl-level excited just to look at his desk.
Oh my God, forget the desk—you were about to borrow one of his shirts. What if it smelled like him? What if you started smelling like him? Would he notice if you forgot to return it? What if he didn’t want you to return it? What if he wanted you to return it…but washed so he’d smell like you?
Oh, Christ. You furiously shook your head as if to rid those thoughts from your mind.
Much like your own, his desk was almost like an extension of himself: various trophies, a speaker, and a Miami Hurricanes hat. You leaned closer to inspect one of the trophies. It read, “Most Improved: Joaquín Torres,” making you smile despite yourself.
Spotting a picture frame, you leaned even closer. Joaquín was front and center, with a smile so bright that it overtook his entire face, with a small boy tucked in his side and another perched on his shoulders, all of whom were wearing similar smiles and had the same scrunch of their noses.
You recognized the boys from when Joaquín brought them to tour the office—his little cousins. Their dark eyes practically sparkled as he explained his gear, mirroring that of their older cousin so much that you could’ve been convinced you were peering into a time machine.
Joaquín had already looked so excited to show them everything but had practically beamed when one of them exclaimed, “I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Quíno!”
When he turned that proud smile to you, your heart had thumped a little quicker—similar to the way it was beating now. If you hadn’t known any better, you could’ve sworn Sam could hear it from across the room.
You reached out to the drawer, yanking your hand away before you even touched the handle. You took a deep breath and ran a hand through your hair. Why did it feel like you were in elementary school again, dared to tell your crush you liked him?
Except it wasn’t like that at all. You were just borrowing a co-worker’s shirt. That’s all. Even if you did think your co-worker was one of, if not the best, men you’ve ever met.
Jeez.
Sighing again, you nodded to yourself, quickly opening the drawer before you could overthink yourself out of it.
“Huh.” It was full of various items—miscellaneous cords, a stapler, a bottle of cologne, sticky notes, a screwdriver, and a pair of sunglasses, just to name a few. It seemed like you found Joaquín’s junk drawer.
You blinked, letting it slam back shut and yanking the handle beneath it.
There we go.
Neatly folded into the small drawer were t-shirts. Knowing if you stood there any longer, you’d manage to overthink which shirt to borrow, you quickly grabbed the closest one. It was grey with a navy graphic of a jet, reading “United States Air Force.” The shirt was soft and the graphic faded, clearly very well loved.
Heat pricked up your neck again as you went to the bathroom to change. You definitely didn’t bring the fabric up to your nose and inhale deeply. You definitely didn’t smile when you recognized his familiar scent. You definitely didn’t have to splash water over your face after putting it on because you just couldn’t stop blushing.
Definitely not.
Wearing his shirt, it was impossible to escape his familiar smell. It had taken over your senses, like it went up into your nose and managed to make its way down to your heart, keeping it trapped there, pumping through your arteries like blood.
You couldn’t help but cringe as you plopped back down in your chair. Here you were, freaking out because you smelled like Joaquín, when he probably didn’t even think twice about you. If you had any shame, you think you’d feel pathetic. But you didn’t.
You just logged onto your Zoom account and had to fight back a grin when you turned your webcam on and caught another glimpse of the graphic displayed across your chest.
When you got the notification that Alexei Shostakov had joined the Zoom, you plastered a polite smile on your face. “Hello, Mr. Shostakov, can you hear me?” His square was dark, with the icon displayed that his microphone was muted. Smile faltering, you added, “Are you there?”
After a few moments of silence, his bearded face suddenly filled the frame. His smile was so big, you would’ve thought he had won the lottery. It was kind of endearing, actually.
“Ah, hello!” You greeted again. You watched as his mouth began to move rapidly, his microphone still muted. “Oh, uh, I believe your mic is muted.”
His eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head, mouth continuing to move.
“I can’t hear you. Your, uh, microphone—”
He shook his head again.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
“There should be a button in the bottom left. You know, where you turned your camera on?”
He squinted at the screen, face drawing closer, before he flopped back against his chair and looked somewhere off-screen. Based on the way his shoulders shook, you could tell he was yelling.
You glanced nervously at Sam over your monitor, but the man was none-the-wiser, clicking away at his own keyboard. When you looked back down at the screen, a head of blonde hair was in the webcam.
You watched as the muted microphone icon disappeared from the screen. Yelena Belova leaned back and shot Alexei a smile that radiated passive aggressiveness, even through the computer, before retreating back off camera.
Your best customer service look crossed your features. “Alright, Mr. Shostakov, I just wanted to thank you for taking time to—”
His mouth began moving once again. You blinked as no sound came out.
Maybe your shirt should’ve been the least of your worries.
“Sam!” You called, peeking over your monitor. “I can’t hear my Zoom call.”
“Uh, is your volume turned up?”
“Uh, yeah,” you mocked, but still double-checked just in case it wasn’t. God, imagine how embarrassing that would’ve been.
“I dunno then.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, sighing. You knew Sam was being difficult on purpose—he wasn’t the one adamant on figuring something out with these “New Avengers,” you were. It was clear he didn’t want anything to do with it.
On your screen, a small crowd appeared to have gathered around Alexei’s screen. Yelena was standing next to Alexei while John Walker and some guy you didn’t recognize peered down at the computer. All of them shared similar looks of confusion.
“Sam, I seriously don’t—”
“Jeez, guys, sorry that took so long.” Joaquín came barreling through the door, two suit bags in his left hand and a brown paper bag and a drink carrier balanced in the other. He stumbled slightly over the suit bags as he quickly planted the contents of his right hand onto the nearest surface.
“Joaquín, perfect timing!” You called. “I can’t get this stupid Zoom to work.”
He hung the suit bags on the rack by his desk before leaning over your shoulder, face near yours as he peered at the computer screen. “Let’s see…” he mumbled, “click there.” He pointed to the lower corner of your screen.
“Here?” You asked, cursor following his instructions as you turned to look at him.
You flushed, his own gaze shifting to meet yours. He was so close that you could see the spots where his facial hair was beginning to grow back in. You tried to keep your vision there and off his full lips.
His eyes darted down to your chest and then back up to your face, his eyebrows furrowed. He did a double take. “Is—is that my shirt?”
“Oh! Oh, yeah. I, uh—Dr. Pepper exploded all over my white shirt.” You tugged at the neckline nervously. “Sam told me you kept extra shirts in your desk and that you wouldn’t care if I borrowed one.”
His expression remained unreadable, and you swore you could feel your stomach down in your toes. “I’m sorry—I can, uh—you—”
“No! I don’t.” He shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut. “I don’t mind. It’s fine.”
You weren’t convinced. “Joaquín, seriously, if it’s like…weird, I’ll change. I wasn’t trying to make you—”
“It’s fine. Like, seriously.” His gaze had shifted back over to the computer screen.
“Well, you’re not acting like it’s fine.” You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, the Zoom call the furthest thing from your mind. “I’ll just change—”
“No!” He exclaimed, surprising you. Based on the look on his face, it looked like he surprised himself too. “Keep it on.”
You swallowed deeply. “Are you sure?” You asked quietly. He still refused to look at you.
“Yeah.” He nodded, lips curled into the ghost of a smile. “Looks better on you anyway.”
You blinked. “What—”
“Ah! The Falcon is ladies’ man, I see!” A voice boomed from your computer speakers. “Not just wingman, eh? You see what I did there? Wing. Man. You know, because he has wings.”
The entire desk shook with the force of your and Joaquín’s collective flinch, the various trinkets littered across your desk toppling over and your picture frame, the one with the group picture of you, Sam, and Joaquín, landing face down.
Your gaze shot back to the screen, where Alexei was grinning, Yelena was smirking with one hand perched on her hip, and Walker looked like he was seconds away from vomiting all over the keyboard. The mystery guy had disappeared.
Great. What a wonderful and professional first impression they had of you.
You looked between Joaquín and the screen a few times. “I, uh—I apologize. My, uh, sound wasn’t working.” A bashful smile was on your face, and you hoped your shitty webcam wasn’t picking up the redness of your cheeks.
“Ah, no need to apologize for young love,” Alexei responded.
“Oh—no, it’s not—”
“I was young once too, you know. Once, this woman—very large-chested woman, like bird—”
“Okay, and that is enough,” Yelena interjected.
“Lena, let me get to the good part.”
“I somehow doubt that there is a good part.”
“This woman, she was tough like boar—”
“Explain to me how this is important right now—”
As the two bickered, you turned back to Joaquín. “We can, uh, talk later if you want. Thanks for your help.”
“I mean, it’s not like I did much.”
You laughed. “Yeah. Guess you just have the magic touch.”
“Guess so.”
“See!” Alexei boomed. “The way they gaze into each other’s eyes,” he sighed. “Oh, to be young and in—”
You cleared your throat loudly, shooing Joaquín away so you could actually do what you got on the call to do. “Thank you again, Mr. Shostakov, for agreeing to speak with me. Especially behind the back of Ms. de Fontaine.” Just saying her name left a sour taste in your mouth.
At the mention of Valentina, Alexei seemed to straighten up. “I—yes, uh, of course. We have, uh, much to talk about!”
Joaquín shot you a thumbs up from behind your monitor.
Finally, maybe you could make some progress with these guys.
You didn’t make any progress with them.
“It felt like I was talking to, like, the troll under the bridge or something!” You complained, hands thrown up in the air. You were perched on top of Joaquín’s desk while he leaned back in his chair. “I mean, I didn’t expect to suddenly solve all of our problems in one Zoom call, but still.”
“Well, you at least tried, right?”
“I—well, yeah.”
He raised his eyebrows at you. “That’s something.”
You groaned. “But it’s not enough.”
“You said it yourself, this isn’t the kinda problem that’s gonna magically fix itself overnight.”
“I know, but—” You sighed. “The whole call, Alexei just…danced around what he wanted to say. I had to piece together what he meant half the time—almost like riddles or something.”
“Well, Valentina probably has everything in that tower bugged to hell and back.”
“I guess,” you mumbled, slouching slightly.
Joaquín leaned forward to nudge your knee. “You at least managed to actually make contact, right?”
“I guess,” you repeated. “It’s just so frustrating, and I get where Sam is coming from 100% don’t get me wrong, but I just wish he’d help me out here. And on top of all this ‘New Avengers’ shit, I was looking forward to drinking my Dr. Pepper all morning just for it to explode on me, like right before my Zoom— ” You paused, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Shit, you gotta go.”
He turned to check the time, shaking his head. “Nah, I got time.”
You sighed, shaking your head. You brought your hands to your face, pressing your palms into your eyes. “Jesus, listen to me. Complaining about it isn’t going to get anything done. Meanwhile, you actually have an important event to get ready for, and here I am bothering you with all my prob—”
“Hey.” Joaquín stood, placing a gentle hand on your knee. You could feel the warmth of his palm even through the thick fabric of your pants. “You could never bother me.”
You smiled bashfully and made the mistake of glancing up at him. His dark eyes were soft yet somehow still felt like they were piercing right through you. Quickly darting your eyes away, you placed your hand on top of his. “Thank you,” you said softly.
“I was serious about earlier, by the way.”
Looking back to him, you furrowed your eyebrows, confusion evident on your face.
“My shirt. It really does look better on you.”
If you weren’t blushing before, you were positively red now. “Oh, jeez, Joaquín.”
“I’m serious! Thought I was gonna drop dead when I walked in and saw you in my shirt. Had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”
You shook your head, smiling. “You’re being silly.”
“I’m so serious!” He shifted his hand, which was still beneath yours, where he could squeeze your hand. “You can keep it too.”
“Joaquín,” you started, “I don’t wanna steal—”
“Unless, I mean—” He shook his head as if he were mentally weighing his options. “You want to bring it back to me on Friday at 7?”
You raised your eyebrows, biting back the smirk that was creeping onto your features. “Where at on Friday at 7?”
“How would you feel about…Iron Gate? You know, over on Dupont Circle?”
You nodded slowly, pretending like your mind hadn’t been made up the moment the words left his mouth. “I think that sounds perfect.”
“Yeah?” He didn’t even try to keep the broad grin off his face.
“Yeah.” You grinned right back.
Before either of you could utter another word, the door to the office swung open. “Joaquín, man, come on!” Sam called, pausing when he noticed the two of you. “...Am I interrupting something here?”
Joaquín opened his mouth, likely to make a smart remark, but you quickly interjected, “Not at all. I was just leaving.” You hopped down off his desk, untangling your hands.
You made your way back over to your desk, glancing back at Joaquín, who had moved to grab his suit off the rack. “So, Friday at 7 at Iron Gate, right?”
“Right.”
You smiled, ignoring the pointed look Sam was giving you both. “Have fun at the charity gala.” You grabbed your bag off your desk and gave the two one last wave, feeling more like you were floating instead of walking out of the office.
When the door shut behind you, Sam turned to Joaquín, who was busying himself with getting his suit out of its bag. “Are you committing some kind of HR violation?”
Joaquín shook his head, not sparing another glance at the man. “Nah, man.”
Sam practically stared a hole into his back. “Alexei was right; you are a ladies’ man.”
Joaquín laughed. “Oh, come on, you know it’s not like that.”
“I know. If anything, I’m glad you finally grew the balls to ask her out. Maybe now you’ll stop longingly staring at her when you think no one’s looking—”
“Hey! I do not do that.”
“Sure, man.”
“I don’t—”
“Whatever you say. Now, hurry up; you’re gonna make us late.”
The next morning, you walked into the office, going to your desk to put your bag down before walking to the kitchenette to put your lunch away.
When you opened the refrigerator, you were greeted by a can of Dr. Pepper adorned with a sticky note that read “See you Friday – J ♥︎.”
Summary: The stranger at the bar piques your interest, so of course, it ends with you in his hotel room for the night.
Warnings: 18+, smut, gender neutral reader, dry humping, blow jobs, sex with a stranger, drinking, no y/n, very little plot with porn, internet translated spanish, implication of a voice kink at the end cause I just couldn't help myself sorry, not beta read
A/n: Yes I wrote a whole fanfic for a character that has like 5 minutes of screen time, in my defense tho look at how hot he is!!
The sound of glass slamming against the bar top gets you to look to your left but the view of the man before you forces your eyes to stay on him.
He's stunning, you notice the longer you look at him. From the furrow in his brows to the long slope of his nose to the short beard covering only his chin, all of his face just works together to easily make the most beautiful man you've ever met. His curls are slicked back and it makes you wonder what they would look like, wild and free-flowing, although with his crisp white button-up and black slacks on and an empty gun holster at his waist, it doesn't look like his job would permit something like that. What a shame.
His head turns sharply towards you and it's clear that you've been caught, his piercing brown eyes narrow at you before they scan across your figure. His eyes assessing you but not quite undressing you. You smile at him when his eyes return back up but you only get a curt nod from the stranger before he turns his head and attention towards the bartender.
You keep your eyes on him as you sip on your drink, glancing over at the stranger every now and then as it increasingly looks like he's trying to drown himself in his drink. Your curiosity gets the better of you when he slams back his third drink of the night since you've been here, and you haven’t been here very long, and you find yourself plopping down into the seat next to him.
“What's on your mind, handsome?” You ask, watching as his body turns towards you, the harsh lines in his face almost deter you from even getting this close to him, let alone talking to him. Almost.
“What’s it matter to you?” He asks in return, his voice thick with an accent that nearly makes a shiver run up your spine.
You shrug, “It doesn’t, just seems like you could use someone to talk to.” His piercing stare doesn’t leave yours and you can see the gears turning in his head as he’s debating whether to tell you; as he’s debating whether to trust you. The stranger breaks first from the eye contact. Surprisingly, you figured he would’ve put up much more of a fight as he asks the bartender for a refill.
He waits until the bartender leaves to give you an answer, “My wife wants a divorce,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair before he slumps in his seat, “and she wants full custody of our little girls.” The man downs nearly half of his drink, he doesn’t wince as it travels down his throat and he doesn't turn back towards you until you speak.
“Can I ask why?”
The man scoffs before he answers, “She says I’m never home, never around, always working.” He lets out a heavy sigh before he downs the rest of his drink in mere seconds before your eyes. You don’t have it in you to look away at the path the liquid takes into and down his body. Luckily the stranger before you doesn’t notice.
“You know, you won’t solve your problems by drinking them away.”
He raises his brow at your words as he sets the glass back down on the bar top, “Oh yeah, what do you suggest I do then?”
You shrug before you look away, watching the sunset through an open window, the clouds and sky are already dark, nearing their more purple and blue tones quickly, the sight mesmerizing you before you turn your head back to the brown-eyed abyss in front of you. His brow is still raised as he awaits your reply, you subconsciously lick your lips as you try to think of an answer and his eyes follow the movement. It makes a smirk appear on your lips before his eyes meet yours again.
“I’m just sayin’, there are other ways to relieve stress, y’know.” You suggest, leaning your body forward a bit into his personal space. You're close enough to smell his cologne, the deep rich earthy scent infiltrating your nostrils. It’s intoxicating. The stranger leans in with you, not quite meeting you halfway but it's still close enough to let you know that he's interested in you.
“Is that what you want?”
“Only if you do.” You reply as you watch his pupils dilate before you. Silence fills the air between the two of you, only the noise of the people and the bar surrounding you keep it from being completely pin-drop silent.
A smirk grows on his lips before he responds, “Hmm, why not?”
His kisses are surprisingly gentle as you stumble into his hotel room, though his hands that are gripping your waist as he presses you up against the door tell an entirely different story. The duality of both makes you moan into his mouth, already dizzy on the man’s touch and you’ve only just begun.
His hips grind into you as the kiss deepens and you tug on his curls as your hips subconsciously buck up into his. Your mind is clouded with fog when his mouth moves to your jawline, each kiss tickling you as he travels down towards your neck.
You toss your head back against the door as soft lips leave a dizzying trail down, eventually ending up at your collarbones. You can’t help but rock your body against his thigh that slipped between your legs at some time during the past few moments. His grip on your waist tightens as he guides you up and down his thigh and you let out a moan when you feel his kiss against your Adam's apple.
“Please!” You moan out when it all gets to be too much, and you still haven’t even moved off the door yet.
“Please what? What do you need?” His mouth trails back up your neck and gets dangerously close to your ear before he whispers, “You need me to fuck you?” The deep husk in his voice makes you clench around nothing, your neediness apparent in the way you nod near violently in response.
“Yes, please!” A chuckle leaves his lips in response to your words before he pulls back, his hands still attached to your waist as he drags you towards the bed in the middle of the room.
You watch as he begins to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing to you the muscles and abs underneath, your mouth near drooling as he sheds himself of the first article of clothing on his body. “I can’t fuck you if you’re fully clothed, cariño.” His words force your attention back up to meet a cocky smile on his lips. One that makes you playfully roll your eyes before you begin undressing yourself.
The both of you watch the other as you strip, piece by piece, clothing by clothing, all of it leaves you, ending up on the floor of his room. His eyes trail down your figure once you’re fully undressed, but this time he’s admiring more than he is assessing you. He stalks towards you slowly, moving at a snail’s pace as his hands find your waist once more. Rough calluses greet you at his touch and his fingertips glide, light as a feather against your skin, up towards your chest.
You let out a moan as he cups what’s there, his hands kneading the soft of your flesh expertly. His fingers flicking lightly at your nipples that have you pushing into his hands for more. Your eyes roll back and your mouth slides open as he continues at a brutally soft pace he sets and the feel of him leaves you aching for more where you stand.
“Qué linda eres.” He whispers, not giving you time to respond before his mouth captures yours into a passionate kiss. His hands move from your chest to the rest of your body, anywhere that’s within reach, each touch leaving a lingering invisible imprint on you.
“Fuck-” you let out as you pull away from the man before you, your breathing unnatural as you try to catch your breath. You turn your head to avoid his intense gaze, his eyes boring into as if you're a puzzle that he’s trying to figure out.
“Why’d you stop?” He asks you, his nose nuzzling with yours, effectively getting all of your attention back on him. You smile at him, setting a quick kiss on his lips before you sink down to your knees in front of him.
“I told you I’d help you de-stress, didn’t I?”
He only wordlessly nods as you take his cock into your hand, wrapping your fingers around him easily. You start off slow, giving his cock lazy pumps to begin with. Each tug of your fingers gets him to buck into your hand slowly.
“C’mon, quit teasing.” He huffs out and when you look up you see him tugging on his bottom lip in between his teeth, his head lowered and his eyes shut tightly. He looks heavenly, you think as you swirl your tongue around his cock, watching his jaw fall open and his closed eyes relax.
You find yourself moaning as you take him deeper into your mouth, the hefty weight and the musky taste of his cock invading your senses. You let your mind go blank as you bob your head, letting your tongue explore all the parts of the stranger above you.
He lifts a hand to push his curls out of his face, the once neat slicked back look having long since disappeared. His other hand comes up to rest at the back of your head, the touch doing nothing more than just being there, one that doesn't ask or force more than what you're giving.
“Shit, just like that, baby.” The man above you groans as you continue. Your rhythm slows as you hollow your cheeks around him. “Dios, esa maldita boca tuya.” The stranger groans out, his hips twitching each time you pull back until you pull completely off him, allowing yourself to pant needily over his cock before you swirl over his tip with your tongue.
“I want you to come in my mouth.” You request, your own voice raspy and winded as you try to catch your breath.
Something glazes over the strangers eyes before he smirks at you, “Fuck, you sure?” You can only nod in response before you start again, when you hollow your cheeks around him again a groan leaves his mouth that leaves your head spinning.
Your eyes slide shut in anticipation, every inch of you buzzing with need. It's then that you raise your hands to grip at his waist, no doubt leaving indents in the shape of your nails along his lower back. The stranger's hips twitch underneath your palms and then his cock twitches a few seconds later. It's the only warning you're given before your mouth is flooded with warmth.
You lean back, leaving only his tip in your mouth as his cum fills your throat. The salty taste etches into your taste buds in a way that leaves you aching for more as you swallow all that he has to offer. It's not until he pulls you off of him that you finally look up.
The man above you doesn't smile at you, doesn't acknowledge the way that you gasp for air, he doesn’t thank you in any verbal way, instead he just helps you to your feet. His brown eyes locked onto yours as if you're the only person on this planet. The seconds pass by quickly as his eyes drift towards the bed beside you both and then back towards you, the desire that filled them before intensifying.
“Get on the bed, I'm not finished with you yet.” He speaks and you know then that his voice is going to haunt your every wet dream from this moment on.
summary: you and Joaquin have been best friends since elementary school growing up in Miami together and of course you both go to University of Miami together but? When did he get hot?
pairing(s): College AU! Joaquin Torres x reader, slight sambucky, slight Kate x Yelena
warnings: MDNI!!!!! 18+, SMUT!!, college au, childhood best friends to lovers, kind of switch! Joaquin, kind of switch!reader, pussy eating, dick riding, typical sabrina carpenter level dirty
a/n: so excited to finally have this part of the series out to yall! I literally finished this while on the treadmill at like 9pm listening to sabrina. I should hopefully have a chapter up every other week, sometimes maybe sooner! Disclaimer: this smut may be horrible as my knowledge of pussy eating comes from fanfics and twitter iykyk as I have never had my pussy ate unfortunately 😔
Word Count: 2.5k
Taglist: @lil-angxlll @laurenjbb
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So long, untouched
Bone dry, not a plant can grow
'Bout time I get
Back on the horse to the rodeo
You were starting to get frustrated. It had been weeks since you had gotten laid. And midterms were right around the corner so you needed to let off some steam.
Your roommates started to notice you getting more and more frustrated. Slamming cabinets, doors, not wanting to go do things with them, and getting annoyed at the tiniest of things.
“You need to get laid,” Yelena says abruptly to you. You, her, Kate, and Ava had been having your weekly movie night and you had snapped at Kate about the burnt popcorn.
Your eyes go wide, “I-I’m sorry?”
“You heard me. You’ve been a bitch for weeks and I think it has something to do with the fact that you haven’t had sex since that frat party we went to last month where you hooked up with Loki!” She tells you.
You sigh. You know she’s right.
“Ughhh, I just don’t know what to do. It’s so hard finding someone that just wants something casual and fun!” You ramble.
They all look at each other.
“It’s really not,” Kate says.
“Your standards are just too high,” Ava chimes in.
You groan into your pillow.
“Here how about this, Sam and Bucky are throwing that party on Friday so let us help you find someone to get your frustration out,” Yelena suggests.
You hesitate but at this point you’re desperate so you nod in agreement.
Now I'm at the prospect convention
My friends walk in your friends direction
Said, "Sabrina, don't you know Devin?"
And I was like, "Huh"
Friday rolls around quickly. Maybe it’s because you’ve been looking forward to hopefully finally getting some all week but also just to not have to think about assignments and exams.
You and the girls are getting ready when you get a text.
Joaquin🤡: You going to this party tonight?
You: Yea! Are you?
Joaquin🤡: Yea! Feel like I haven’t seen you in a min, it’ll be good to see you
You: See you later then!
You smile and put your phone down. You and Joaquin had grown up together in Miami and had been best friends. You still do consider him your best friend. But, with school and him playing soccer, you guys rarely had time to hang out. You were excited to see him.
You finish getting ready. You have on a dress that hugs you in all the right places and is definitely a little too short but perfect for your goal tonight.
You walk out in the kitchen and Yelena lets out a whistle. You giggle.
“Stoppp,” you blush.
“What can I say my roommates are hot!” Yelena says looking at around at all of you dressed up.
“Okay okay, let’s go,” Kate rolls her eyes and grabs Yelenas hand to head out the door.
You all hop in Yelena’s car and head to Sam and Bucky’s place. Once you arrive you head up to the door.
You knock and Sam answers.
“Hii girls!” He says, “Come on in, drinks are in the kitchen, help yourself to whatever, there’s beer pong out back if you’re interested in that, or there’s some people hanging out in the living room!”
You all thank him and start moving into the house. You decide to all split up for a bit and go make your rounds.
You all meet back up with drinks in hand, you guys decide to head out to the back yard to see what people are up to.
You all walk out and are met with Johnny, Peter, Bob, and…. Joaquin?
Oh fuck. When did he get hot? Your eyes widen. His curls are damp from the shower, clearly he had come straight from practice, he had on a black tshirt with a gold chain and jeans.
“Y/N!” He yells once he sees you and that snaps you out of your trance.
“Joaquin! It’s been too long!” You say as he comes up and hugs you.
You can’t help but notice how big his biceps are in that tight black shirt and how his facial hair makes him look so much more grown than you remember. Or how his arms wrap around you and squeeze gently. Or how well you fit there.
You shake your head and step back, clearing your throat.
He looks at you a little weird but ignores it, “come on, you wanna play beer pong?”
“Yea! As long as I get to be on your team, I remember how good you are,” you say smiling at him.
Yelena, standing a few feet away, has been watching the interaction closely. Noticing how you tensed up when he hugged you and the look in his eyes when he saw you. A plan was forming in her head.
“Bob!” She yelled, recognizing him from one of her classes.
“Y-yes,” he says hesitantly.
“Me and you, beer pong, against them,” she says pointing at you and Joaquin. You laugh at her antics.
Joaquin gives Bob a reassuring look, “o-okay,” he finally says and she high fives him.
You guys play for a while and both teams only have one cup left. It’s your turn and you’re nervous. You’re okay at beer pong, Joaquin is good. You can feel him behind you which is not helping your nerves.
He comes up even closer behind you to where your back is pressed against his chest. His arm comes up to yours and he guides your hand to the correct motion.
“See like that,” he whispers in your ear.
Your breath hitches, “O-okay I got it,” you manage to get out.
He steps back slightly and you make the shot. Bob and Yelena groan.
Meanwhile you’re jumping up and down and Joaquin grabs you and lifts you in celebration while you both cheer. He lets you down slowly and your chests are basically touching.
You’re looking up at him, his eyes on yours. For a brief second, you swear you see his eyes flicker to your lips.
He clears his throat and steps back.
“You did great,” he grins at you.
“Thank you thank you, couldn’t have asked for a better teacher,” you salute him and he laughs.
When did you get hot?
All the sudden I could look you up and down all day (Hey)
When did you get hot?
I think I would remember if you had that face (That face)
I did a double take, triple take
Take me to naked Twister back at your place
Baby, baby, mm, it's thickening the plot
When did you get hot?
It’s about half an hour later when you see him again. This time in the living room, drink in his hand. You walk over with Yelena. He’s got Peter with him.
“Peter! Wanna dance?” Yelena asks him and shoves you into him. You’re not sure what she’s doing but you’re a little tipsy so you giggle.
“Sure!” He says grabbing your hands when you stumbled into him. The music is low as you two dance together.
What you miss, however, is how Joaquin’s gaze is still on you. Eyes dark while he sips his drink. He walks over to the two of you and breaks you apart.
“My turn,” he steps in grabbing your waist.
Peter walks over to the couch where Yelena is with a laugh.
“I’ve never seen him like that,” he tells her.
“And I’ve never seen her like this,” she tells him and they share a knowing look.
“Oh we’re making this happen,” Peter says with a laugh.
“Alright what’s the plan?” She asks him.
As they come up with a plan to get you two alone, you and Joaquin are dancing to the beat. You have your back to his chest, you can feel his chain against your neck and it sends a shiver down your spine.
You turn to face him and wrap your arms around his neck. You look into his eyes, their dark and you know that look anywhere.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asks with a smile that has you melting.
“Yea,” you say breathless.
He grabs your hand and practically drags you out of the house.
By the time Yelena and Peter have come up with a plan they look up to find the two of you gone. They look at each other and high five.
Congratulations on your new improvements
I bet your light rod's like bigger than Zeus' (Hey, wait)
Can you lift my car with your hand?
You were an ugly kid, but you're a sexy man!
Joaquin practically drags you back to his apartment, kicking the door closed behind him.
All of sudden he has you pinned to the door as he lifts your legs around his waist. His lips are on yours in an instant.
You moan into his mouth, he moves away and you whine. He laughs as he continues to trail kisses down your neck which has you gasping.
“You’re so needy Y/N,” he says against your neck.
“Says you,” you gasp and he chuckles.
“Didn’t know you were so hot and bothered by your best friend,” he teases.
“‘M not,” you defend uselessly.
“Is that right? So you’re telling me I won’t find your panties soaked through?” He continues and you whimper as you grind against him.
“Y’know I’ve always wanted you,” he confesses. “Never thought you’d see me that way though. You never showed interest.”
He continues to leave wet kisses down your neck and all of sudden he bites down and you moan. He continues to leave marks down your chest.
“Joaquin, please,” you beg him but you’re not sure what for.
“What ya want pretty girl? My fingers,” you moan as he kneads your tits, “my mouth?” You whimper.
“Yea is that it? You want me to eat your pussy?” He asks as he walks you two into his room. He plops you down on the bed and you whine at the loss of contact.
He lifts your dress up exposing your lacy panties. He brings his mouth close and licks over your covered core.
“See, told ya? Soaked.” He chuckles against your pussy.
“Joaquin, please, need your mouth,” you moan out.
That’s all it takes for him to rip your panties off and start to devour you.
He is a miracle worker with his tongue too. If you knew he could eat pussy this well, you probably would’ve fucked him a lot sooner. But then again, it took till tonight for you to open your eyes and realize how hot he was.
He inserts and finger and it has you bucking into his mouth.
“Stay still baby,” he says as he uses his free hand to hold down your hips.
He adds another finger stretching you out.
“Oh fuck, Joaquin, I’m close,” you practically scream out.
“Mmm, come for me Y/N,” he moans into you.
You come with his name on your lips. But, he doesn’t stop.
“Joaquin, please,” you say as you push him away.
He lets go of you with a grin so wide, your juices covering his face.
“You okay?” He asks softly which has you melting.
“Yes, need you baby,” you say which has him immediately hopping up and undoing his belt. You finish removing your dress and move to help him remove his shirt.
Oh, he’s big. Your eyes widen.
“Like what you see,” he laughs.
You reach for his cock with a dazed look in your eyes.
“Can I-“ you start.
“You can do whatever you want to me,” he says honestly.
You pump his cock up and down a few times, leaving him whimpering.
“Y/N,” he warns and you giggle.
You push him back on to the bed.
“Oh fuck,” he exclaims when you climb on top of him.
Slowly you work on sinking down on to his dick. He’s big and it’s been a while so it’s a bit of a painful stretch.
Once you bottom out, however, you stay there for a moment.
“Y/N, please, move,” he begs.
“Hold on pretty boy, you gotta give me a second,” you tell him.
You slowly start to move and it has him moaning beneath you.
He grabs your hips to guide you down on to his cock setting the pace.
He’s bucking up into you and you lean down to kiss him. You both moan into the kiss.
“Yknow I’ve always had a crush on you,” he breathes out.
“I didn’t, I don’t know why it took me this long to see the vision,” you laugh while bouncing up and down his cock.
“Wish ya would’ve sooner,” he moans.
“Fuck baby I’m close,” he moans out
“I know Quino, me too, come for me baby,” you tell him.
You lean down to kiss him again and you feel him empty inside you. That triggers your orgasm.
The best orgasm of your motherfucking life if you do say so yourself.
Sorry, I did not see the vision
Thank the Lord the fine you has risen
Big riff coming, I need a minute
Wait, I need a minute
Ehmm, okay
Here it comes
You slide off of him slowly and slide next to him, he gets up to grab a washcloth to clean the two of you up before sliding into bed next to you, he immediately wraps an arm around you.
“So… what does this mean for us,” he asks shyly.
You smile at him, “Honestly, I have no idea but I’m excited to see where it goes,” you tell honestly, intertwining your fingers with his.
He kisses you softly then, a lot less rough than before. You kiss him back.
“Ay dios mío, vas a ser la muerte de mí,” he says after pulling away.
You giggle at that and curl into his side. You two fall asleep like that, with hope for a future and a newfound belief that Joaquin Torres is the hottest man you’ve ever seen and you’re pissed for not realizing it sooner.
When did you get hot?
All the sudden I could look you up and down all day (All day)
When did you get hot?
I think I would remember if you had that face (That face)
Hi hi hi!! May I be on the man’s best friend tag list?
I’m so excitedddd
Of course!!! I’m so excited for this yall have no idea, I’m working on When Did You Get Hot rn and it should be up tonight or tomorrow! I start a new job tmrw so the next part might be a little bit more delayed but I’m working on it!!
So I lied, I accidentally took a three hour nap since I got up at 4am and was not able to finish it, hopefully I can tomorrow 😭 thank you for your patience with me 🥰
Hi hi hi!! May I be on the man’s best friend tag list?
I’m so excitedddd
Of course!!! I’m so excited for this yall have no idea, I’m working on When Did You Get Hot rn and it should be up tonight or tomorrow! I start a new job tmrw so the next part might be a little bit more delayed but I’m working on it!!
HALF WAY THROUGH CHAPTER THERE IS AN IN PERSON PART!!
pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader
a/n: I literally posted earlier that I was not going to be able to post this today that was clearly a lie. HALF WAY THROUGH CHAPTER THERE IS AN IN PERSON PART!! Thank you all for all the love on this series, please let me know your thoughts, I will be working on finishing my asks now!
As soon as you walk in the door you see him on the couch with his head in his hands his phone on the table. The door shuts behind you and he looks up.
“Y/N,” he breathes out and stands immediately.
“Joaquin,” you smile at him.
He rushes you then, pulling you into his arms. You hug him back, hands scratching his back. You let out a sigh of relief. This is the most peaceful you’ve felt in hours.
You hear him sniffle against you.
“Are you okay?” You ask him.
“I should be the one asking you that!” He practically yells.
“I’m fine Quino,” you comfort.
“I don’t know what i would have done if something had happened to you, I can’t - I just-“ he rambles.
You cup his face in your hands, “I’m here, I’m okay Joaquin, I promise.”
He’s looking into your eyes, slight tears forming so you wipe them away.
“I thought I lost you,” he whispers.
“But you didn’t and now I’m here,” you say with a smile.
He looks at you from your eyes to your lips and back up. And then, you kiss him. It’s slow at first, he kisses you back hard. Months and months of tension and longing and almost losing you pouring into the kiss.
His hands slide down your back, grilling your waist. You moan into the kiss. He pulls away reluctantly.
“I’m so sorry it took me so long to tell you this but I love you,” he says.
“I love you too Joaquin, have for a long time,” you tell him and he smiles at that.
He kisses you again, a little slower this time showing you he means everything he’s telling you.
Sorry guys most likely no new part of and they were roommates today, maybe tomorrow but I’m not sure, I start a new job this week and it’s first week of classes so I am hella busy 😭😭
a/n: I am still working on my asks I promise! I literally just wrote this in like half an hour because I got inspired watching HTHAZEs reaction to Conan’s new album so enjoy! EDIT: if you saw me post this last night no you didn’t LOL
You just wanna dance
Feels like our final act
You're holding my hand
My mind sees a grizzly trap
Joaquin Torres was your best friend. Had been since you were both in the Air Force together. Most people thought you were dating.
You did everything together, went to parties together, danced together, held hands, and even sometimes went on trips together.
And yet, you had never crossed that line.
Maybe it was the way your heart raced too much around him to the way your hands went start to sweat, but whatever it was scared you to death.
I know you, I've seen you
I've watched you around
Everyone trusts you
They love you out loud
You won't hurt a fly, but we're flying up now
And all that goes up, well, it's got to come down
You know Joaquin would never hurt you. He was a hero, not just to you, to the world. Sam trusted him more than anyone and so did you.
He was loved everywhere he went. He was the Falcon so of course everyone loved him. Even your friends loved him.
You loved him. Even though you wouldn’t admit that to him or sometimes even yourself you knew deep down you were in love with him.
It’s 9pm when you hear a knock on your door. You’re not expecting anyone.
You get up from your place on your couch and grab your gun out of your safe.
You look at the peephole and sigh.
You open the door gun at your side now, “Quino! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?”
He’s grinning at you like he always does, the smile that makes your knees weak, “Really y/n/n? You couldn’t have at least checked the peephole before grabbing the gun,” he laughs.
“You know with our line of work what would have happened if I hesitated and it wasn’t you on the other side of that door,” you glare at him and his smile falters a little, “but you didn’t answer the question.”
His smile returns in full swing and you try not to melt, “Wanna go for a ride?”
It’s then you notice he’s holding his Falcon gear.
“Joaquin, does Sam know you took the suit to come ask me to go for a ride?” You scold lightly but you can’t help the smile on your face.
He grins cheekily at you, “no but I won’t tell him if you won’t.”
You roll your eyes, you love flying with him, “okay, let me put some shoes on.”
His smile just grows from there, you put your shoes on and you guys head to the roof.
He holds you tight and you grip his shirt trying to calm your racing heart.
“You ready?” He asks and you nod.
“Words y/n.”
“Yes! Let’s go” you practically yell.
You guys fly around for a bit before landing on the roof of the Avengers tower. You guys liked to sneak up here sometimes, it was fun.
You guys sit at the edge of the roof like you usually do. Your hand in his. You’re staring at the sky but you can feel his eyes on your face. It makes you blush.
“I like-“
“Let’s go home, I’m tired,” you interrupt him standing up quickly.
He sighs but stands up with you and flies you back to your place.
You walk him to the door, “Goodnight Joaquin.”
He smiles, not as big as earlier though, “Goodnight cariño.”
You blush and shut the door. Once you hear him walk away you let your head hit the door and sigh.
Your love is a threat, and I'm nauseous
Scares me to death, how I want it
Not common sense, but I'm haunted
By people who've left, so you scare me to death
Yeah, you scare me
You walk back to your bedroom and text Kate.
Y/N: I think he almost told me liked me
Kate: WHAT?
Your phone starts ringing and you roll your eyes but answer anyway as you saw this coming.
“What do you mean? What?” She practically yells in your ear.
“He started saying he liked something but I interrupted him,” you tell her.
“Now why the hell would you do that,” she says.
“You know why Kate, it’s too messy, too complicated. Plus who knows if that’s what he was actually going to say,” you explain.
“Y/N…. That man is so fucking in love with you and I know you’re scared but why can’t you just give it a shot?! What if it does work out and everything’s okay?” She yells back at you.
“… it never does Kate, no one ever stays,” you say tears starting to form.
“He would never do that to you,” she says and you try to believe her you really do but you’ve been let down so many times.
“But what if he does and we’re never the same,” you say quietly.
You hear her sigh, “Y/N I can tell you’re upset but for what it’s worth that man can’t even hurt a fly I doubt he would ever hurt you.”
You sigh, “I know.”
You go quiet so she decides she should change the conversation before you spiral. You talk for a while longer and then both go to bed.
With people before
They left like a falling floor
And therе as I soared
I vowed to be nеvermore
Too trusting and loving, depending, and kind
Behind every kiss is a jaw that could bite
You had been hurt so many times. From high school to now, no one had ever stayed. You had had plenty of relationships, a couple were even pretty serious, one you almost married. Until you found out he was a cheating bastard. Joaquin had been there for that one. He almost killed the man.
You had had trouble trusting people after that. Even sometimes trusting friends since it was one of your best friends he had cheated on you with. They were married now. Those motherfuckers.
Joaquin was there for all of it.
And maybe that's why I feel safe with bad guys
Because when they hurt me
I won't be surprised
Your love is a threat and I'm nauseous
Scares me to death, how I want it
Not common sense, but I'm haunted
By people who've left, so you scare me to death
Yeah, you scare me
You had dated a few times after that. You tried dating apps, blind dates, anything.
Some of them cheated, some of them sucked at communication, one of them hit you once. You had never told anyone about that.
But it never surprised you. You were used to being hurt over and over again.
The one man who had never hurt you though, was Joaquin. And you don’t think you could handle it if he ever did.
But Joaquin would never hurt you. That man lived and breathed for you. Everyone knew it but you. Sometimes he thought you did know you just didn’t feel the same. But he never knew for sure.
Maybe I'm here waiting for someone
To get through my years of trying to trust them
I know that it's in me to really love someone
But that's not a thing that I learned from my loved ones, oh
So, he tried everything he could to get you to trust him enough to let him in.
He stayed by your side through everything. Through every relationship, friendship, anything. He was always there.
He was a very touchy guy too so he would always end up finding your hand, or having a hand around your waist. You never pushed him away so he took advantage of that.
But it was starting to not be enough for him. He wanted to tell you he liked you, was in love with you, but every time he tried it seemed as though you would ruin it on purpose.
Like on the roof when he tried and you interrupted him, that hadn’t been the first time, it was every time he tried. He was about to burst at the seams if he didn’t tell you soon.
And little did he know he was going to get the chance sooner than later.
Your love is a threat, and I'm nauseous
Scares me to death, how I want it
Not common sense, but I'm haunted
By people who've left, so you scare me to death
Yeah, you scare me
Yeah, you scare me
The two of you were out at a bar with Kate, Yelena, and Bob, you guys being the youngest yet legally old enough to drink. You told Peter you’d hang out with him another time to make up for it.
He had an arm around your waist per usual, drink in his hand while you guys sat with the others. Kate kept making eyes at you and you were worried Joaquin was gonna notice.
You stand up abruptly, “I’m gonna go get another drink!” You yell over the music.
Joaquin furrows his brows at you and you lean in closer, “I’ll be right back,” you say more quietly to him. He smiles and lets you go.
Leaving was a mistake.
You never thought you’d see Mike again. The guy you dated for a couple months. The one who had given you that black eye everyone had asked you about for weeks.
“Good to see you here sweetheart,” you hear a voice behind you that sends a shiver down your spine.
You try to ignore him and he grabs your wrist, tight.
“Let go of me Mike,” you growl.
From across the bar Joaquin notices the interaction and recognizes the man. In an instant he’s standing by your side.
“You heard her Mike, let go,” he says sternly.
“Oh so you’re still around, you two finally shack up?” He laughs but still doesn’t let go.
“Let. Go.” Joaquin warns one more time.
“Man, she’s fine, maybe I should’ve given her more than that black eye, something that would’ve scarred,” he laughs.
That’s all it takes before Joaquin is on top of him.
“Joaquin!” You yell out as he continues to throw punches.
Bob, Kate, and Yelena all run over as soon as the fight breaks out. Yelena gets him back while Kate and Bob comfort you as you start crying.
Yelena gets him up finally and he’s still seething when he tries to go towards you and you flinch.
You see the hurt in his eyes immediately.
He goes silent and walks out of the bar.
You run after him.
You find him leaning on a wall outside, hands in his pockets, and a sad look on his face.
“Quino, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you do that, and I didn’t mean to flinch I was just scared,” you start explaining.
He looks up at you, “Of me?”
You see the tears in his eyes, “no no no, Joaquin I would never be scared of you,” you say and lift his chin to look at you, wiping the tears out of his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N?” He asks sternly.
You gulp, “What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me… he hurt you?” He struggles to get it out.
“I don’t know.”
“I could’ve protected you!”
“I should’ve been able to protect myself!”
“You don’t have to! Stop doing that, stop thinking you have to do everything yourself!”
Your silent.
“God Y/N, why won’t you let me in, let me protect you, let me love you!”
You gasp.
“I’m so in love with you it hurts y/n/n and I feel like you know that and you don’t feel the same or you just don’t care I don’t know but I can’t keep holding it in.” He explains.
You cut him off with your lips on his. He kisses back. It’s not soft, it’s hungry, years of waiting, of pining, of loving. All in one kiss. You pull away out of breath but he can’t stop, he starts kissing down your neck not wanting to let go just yet. You whimper slightly.
“I’m so in love with you Joaquin, but I’m so scared,” you say silently. “I don’t want this to ruin what we already have…. I- I don’t want to get hurt by you because I don’t think I’ll ever recover.”
His eyes soften as he looks at you, “I would never hurt you cariño, and I will spend every day for the rest of my life proving that to you.”
And for once you believe him, “I love you so much it makes me nauseous baby,” you say with a laugh.
He laughs with you, “Good because I’m never letting you go.”
a/n: so sorry for the delay you guys but here is part 4 of ...and they were roommates! shit's about to get wild! I also should have another fic out later tonight! also sorry this is so short, the next part should be longer!
my first joaquin fic! he is my sweet cheese. if you want to see more of him from me, please let me know in the comments or drop me an ask 🥰
WARNINGS/TAGS:
explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), no use of y/n, coworkers to lovers, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mentions of choking and face sitting, pet names.
Your phone lights up with a text, dragging your attention away from your laptop perched on your thighs. You reach for it on your nightstand and see Joaquin’s name, your stomach fluttering for a brief moment before you bury the reaction in your mind.
It wasn’t unusual for him to text you outside of work. Sometimes it’s work related — he’ll message you when he’s thought of something he wants you to research for his next mission with Sam or when he has a suggestion for your programming that he doesn’t want to forget. Other times, he’ll send you a funny video or a recipe he thinks you’ll like. He’s your coworker but he’s also become what you would consider a friend over the six months you’ve been working with him and Sam Wilson as part of Captain America’s growing team.
A friend that makes your heart race a little bit when you see him. It’s fine, you have it under control. You are the picture of professionalism.
You swipe open the text and nearly drop your phone in surprise because there, on your screen, is a shirtless photo of Joaquin.
He’s standing in front of a mirror in a locker room, probably at the gym, his phone held up in one hand to take the picture while the other lifts his shirt, exposing his toned stomach and chest that glistens with sweat. He’s smiling, all perfect white teeth and boyish charm that makes your pulse flutter, even through a screen. Another couple messages come through while you’re too busy drooling over the photo.
I’m so sorry, the first text reads.
I didn’t mean to send that to you.
Pretend you never saw that.
You frown, an unbidden wave of jealousy coursing through you at the thought of him sending the picture to someone else. Despite the logical part of your brain screaming at you to stop, you quickly type out the first thing that comes to mind.
That’s too bad.
You hit send and your flash of jealousy shifts into overwhelming anxiety. You tap the phone against your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut, regretting your decision immediately.
In the midst of your moment of self-loathing, your phone rings. You panic when you see Joaquin’s name scroll across the screen and consider flinging the phone across the room in the hopes that it shatters in a million pieces and you can forget this ever happened.
But you’re an adult and despite feeling like you’re going to combust from embarrassment, you slide your thumb across the screen to answer the call.
“Hello?”
“What did you mean by that?” Joaquin immediately asks.
“Mean by what?” You reply. He chuckles, the sound low and gritty in your ear. You swallow nervously.
“‘That’s too bad’,” he quotes, poorly mimicking your voice.
You frown. “I don’t sound like that.”
“You’re deflecting,” he says. “Answer the question.”
“Nothing. Forget I said anything.”
“No way. Not happening.”
You groan. “Why? I’ll forget about the unsolicited shirtless picture if you forget about my poor attempt at flirting.”
“So you were flirting,” he says. You can practically hear the self-satisfied smirk in his voice. “Interesting.”
There’s a brief silence and you consider using it to hang up and fake your death so that you never have to look Joaquin in the eye again but before you can do that, he says something that you don’t quite catch.
“What?”
“I said,” he repeats, “What are you wearing?”
Your mouth opens and shuts as you struggle to find the words to respond. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m being very serious right now,” he says. “I’m shirtless, by the way. I’ve got on some grey sweatpants, though. You know the type.”
“Joaquin—“
“Look, we don’t have to,” he assures you, “but I’m open to it, if you are.”
“What if it makes work awkward?” You ask, despite the growing ache between your thighs.
“I promise it won’t, baby.” The way the endearment is said so easily makes your head spin. “But like I said, if you don’t—“
“Just a t-shirt and underwear,” you say quickly, squeezing your eyes shut. “That’s uh…that’s what I’m wearing.”
“Send me a picture,” he says.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. You know me, I’m a visual learner.”
“Okay, give me a second.”
You set your laptop to the side and throw your covers off, slipping out of bed and crossing the room to turn the lights on. You look around your room, considering where to take the photo, and settle for the full length mirror propped in the corner.
Sinking to your knees, you sit back on your heels and spread your legs a little in a pose that makes your t-shirt gather at top of your thighs, exposing your underwear. You open your camera, playing with the angle a bit before finally taking the picture and sending it to him.
You lift your phone to your ear at the same moment Joaquin groans your name. The sound makes your mouth go dry.
“Now what?” You ask, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
“You ever done this before?”
“Not really,” you admit with a nervous laugh. “Have you?”
“A few times. You learn to get creative during deployments.” There’s a pause and you can hear the rustle of fabric on the other end of the line before he adds, “You want me to take the lead?”
“Y-Yeah,” you whisper. “I’d like that.”
“I thought you would,” he murmurs, low and dangerous. “Get comfortable for me.”
“Okay.” You climb back in bed, lying on your back, holding the phone to your ear. “I’m in bed.”
“I want you to put the phone on speaker and set it next to you,” he says. “You’re going to need both hands for what I want you to do.” You do as he says, placing your phone on your other pillow. “Take your shirt off.”
“Jesus,” you mumble, your face growing hot. You lift your shirt up, the fabric bunching under your arms. Cold air hits your skin and makes your nipples tighten. “Okay, it’s off.”
“Good girl.” Your breath hitches and a wave of arousal washes over you at the praise. “Touch yourself. Start just above those cute panties and work your way up to your neck, nice and slow.”
You close your eyes and rest your hands on your stomach, taking a deep breath before you start to gently drag your hands upward. You keep the touch light, the barest whisper of your fingertips over your skin.
“How’s it feel?” Joaquin asks, voice low beside your head. With your eyes closed, you can almost imagine him there, that it’s his hands on your body.
“Good,” you whisper. “Feels good.”
“You want more?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Tease your nipples for me, baby. Give ‘em a little pinch.” You pinch both nipples, the sensation making you hiss. “A little pain feels good, huh?” You hum your agreement. “Do it again. Harder.” Your back arches off the bed and you whimper, clenching your thighs together. Joaquin groans.
“Are you always this sensitive or am I just lucky?” You grasp one of your breasts, massaging it roughly, eyelids fluttering at the teasing tone of his voice. “Answer me.”
“‘I’m just sensitive,” you manage to reply through gritted teeth.
“Yeah? Could I make you come just by playing with your nipples?” You gasp.
“N-No,” you stutter. “Need more.”
“I can give you more, baby,” he says. “Reach a hand down to your pussy and tell me if she’s nice and wet.”
You slip your fingers beneath the elastic of your underwear, dragging them through the slick mess that’s gathered between your thighs. The friction against your clit makes you moan.
“‘M so wet,” you tell him.
“Fuck.” He takes a deep breath, like he’s steadying himself. “Put your fingers in your mouth.”
You lift your sticky fingers to your lips, sucking them into your mouth, groaning at the taste of yourself. Joaquin’s breathing grows ragged on the other end of the line and you can hear the faint sound of skin against skin over his breaths.
“Are you touching yourself?” You ask.
“‘Course I am,” he says, voice strained. “You think I’d just sit here, doing nothing when you sound like that?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, immediately adding, “Get your panties off and spread your legs.”
You move quickly, shoving your underwear down your legs and kicking them off, losing them somewhere in your sheets. Your thighs are sticky and your skin is hot, making you squirm. The earlier hesitancy you felt has pretty much disappeared, replaced with the slow burn of arousal in your veins.
“Touch yourself for me,” he demands. “Tell me how you like it.”
“I like to start slow,” you tell him. “Like I’ve got all the time in the world.”
“Mm,” he hums. “I can do slow. I’m real patient.”
Your answering laugh is a little breathless. “No, you’re not.”
“I could drag this out for hours, sweetheart. Just say the word.”
You whine, back arching from the bed as you circle your fingers over your clit.
“I don’t think you want that, though,” he continues. “Sounds like you’re already almost there. Just from being told what to do, huh?”
“Joaquin—“
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. You close your eyes, picturing him in bed, sweatpants shoved down his thighs and one of his strong hands wrapped around his leaking cock. “Say it again.”
“Joaquin,” you moan, moving your fingers faster. You dip your index finger inside of you, clenching around it. “God, I wish—“
“Wish what?” He asks quickly, a little breathless. “Tell me.”
“Wish you were here.” You add a second finger, keening at the slight stretch.
“You’d let me between those pretty thighs, right?” You nod, even though he can’t see you. “Bet you taste so fuckin’ good.”
You slow your fingers, just enough to drag you back from the edge you’d been balancing on. “I want that.”
“Yeah?” He chuckles. “Want my tongue so deep in your pussy you can’t think straight?”
“Jesus,” you groan, speeding up again. “Yeah, yes, please.”
“I’d have you sit on my face,” he says, voice strained, “hands on the headboard, riding my tongue until you come all over me.”
You have to stop, squeezing your legs shut and trapping your hand between your thighs.
“Then, I’d get you on your back,” he continues, “‘Cause I wanna see your pretty face when you come on my cock.”
You circle your clit again, a shiver running down your spine. “How would you fuck me, Joaquin?”
“You said you like it slow, baby.”
“What if I don’t want to go slow anymore?”
“Yeah?” The sounds from his end of the line are obscene, slick skin and quick breaths and the sound of your name murmured like a prayer. “How do you want it then? Tell me.”
“Hard,” you tell him. “Fast.” You sink two fingers into your cunt, setting the pace you’re describing. “Deep.”
“Fuck—“
“And I want your hand on my throat,” you add. His breath hitches.
“You want me to choke you?” He asks. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
You hum, chasing your fingers with your hips, eyes shutting as the wave of release starts to build again. “Not hard. I just want to feel—“
“Like you’re mine,” he finishes. “All mine, right?”
“Yes,” you moan. “All yours.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “I need you to come.”
“I’m so close—“
“Come for me, baby.”
The wave crashes, rolling through you from the top of your head to your toes, your muscles tightening and your pussy pulsing around your fingers as you come. Sweat begins to cool on your skin while you try to catch your breath.
“You okay?” Joaquin asks. You pick up the phone, switching the speaker off and holding it to your ear.
“Yeah,” you murmur. Some of that earlier anxiety returns, making your stomach sour. “Uh, are you…okay?”
“I’ve never been better,” he says. You press your lips together.
“Good. That’s…uh…good.”
“You’re overthinking. Quit it.”
“I’m not!”
He huffs a laugh and says, “Let me take you to dinner tomorrow.”
“Like a date?” You ask.
“Exactly like a date. I’ll even wear that one cologne you like.”
You blink. “How did you—“
“You’re not as subtle as you think you are,” he teases. “So, six o’ clock?”
“That works for me.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says. “Sweet dreams, baby.”
The call ends. You sit up slowly and make your way to the bathroom for a shower. When you’re done, there’s a new message waiting for you.
I was supposed to write today but I kinda feel like shit so if I don’t end up writing any tonight I should be able to Thursday and hopefully have smthn for you guys Thursday night!
A/N: I actually am writing this on Monday because I wanted to go ahead and have this ready since I made yall wait for the last one and bc I’m working all week but here you are! Lmk what yall think! Pt. 3.5 coming tomorrow 😉
