pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader
summary: After running away from home, you meet a stranger at a bar.
warnings: 18+ / language, age gap, unprotected piv sex, mentions of domestic abuse, alcohol and cigarette use
a/n: okayyy, this is my first fic, so you’re gonna have to ignore a lot of things <33 Just read and enjoy. For a better experience, play the music i put for the scenes.
He downed the whiskey in one gulp. For the past few nights, he hadn’t broken his routine of leaving work and coming here. He held out his glass to the bartender for a refill.
“Where’s Murphy?” Joe asked.
“Not everyone is as single and free as we are.” Javier replied with a faint smirk.
Joe let out a hearty laugh. “You’re right.”
“Hey,” Joe said, “When are you bringing me some of those things…”
“Fuck off, I’m not doing that.”
“Why not? You get loads of them every day. Aren’t you stealing a bit?”
Javier pulled out a pack of Malduros from his pocket, lit a cigarette, placing it between his lips as he noticed the bar door open. A girl, visibly drunk, stumbled in.
“Shit,” Joe sighed. “I hope she doesn’t puke on my tables.”
Javier took another drag from his cigarette, watching the girl and her unsteady movements.
She was wearing a black dress, her hair a mess, and her mascara smudged. She looked like a wreck, but she was still undeniably attractive. She was making quiet, sob-like sounds.
When you caught Javier staring at you, you shot him a glare and snapped, “What the hell are you looking at you son of a bitch?”
Javier quickly looked away and turned back to Joe. They exchanged glances, and he finished his freshly refilled drink in one go.
A little while later, your quiet sobs escalated into full-blown crying. Javier battled the temptation to look at you. That’s when he heard a voice. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
When Javier turned, he saw a guy standing next to you, trying to caress your cheek with his fingers. He was clearly trying to take advantage of your vulnerability.
“Fuck off, leave me alone.” you snapped, pushing his hand away.
The guy smirked. “Who made you cry like that? Want me to buy you a drink?”
Javier’s jaw clenched in anger. He was torn between ignoring it and walking over to grab the guy by the collar.
Let me buy you a drink,” the guy insisted, and Javier couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up and walked toward you. “Leave her alone.''
The guy looked Javier up and down, then, without a care, kept pushing you. That’s when Javier lost his patience. He grabbed the guy by the collar and shook him violently. “Didn’t you hear what I said motherfucker?”
You watched them with a confused look on your face. Your thoughts were all over the place, and you weren’t even sure if it was real or just a hallucination.
When the guy got grabbed by the collar, he looked at Javier in shock. “Hey, hey, calm down, I… I was just trying to help.”
Javier shoved him away. “Get the fuck out of here.”
“Hey, blonde! Yeah, you!” You called out to Joe. “Tequila.”
Joe rolled his eyes; he didn’t want anyone that drunk in his bar.
“You shouldn’t drink any more, you’re already wasted.” Javier said, still not sure why he even cared.
“I’m fine. I just need to forget, just for a little longer.”
Javier raised an eyebrow. “What is it you need to forget?”
When you started crying again, Javier realized he shouldn’t push you any further. “Hey, hey, alright, look… you’re in a bad place right now. Let me take you home.”
“I don’t have a home anymore,” You kept crying. “I have nowhere to go.”
Javier didn’t know how to respond, but he didn’t want to press any further. “So, what are you going to do?”
You shrugged. Meanwhile, Joe brought the tequila. Javier shot him a look that clearly said, Are you serious?
He finally asked, “What’s your name?”
“My name… my name…” You paused, as if unsure. “y/n”
“Alright” he said, slowly taking the glass from your hand. “Stay at my place tonight. You can leave in the morning when you feel better.”
“What? You’re a pervert too?”
Javier froze and looked at you. “No, I’m an agent. You can trust me.”
Just then, you vomited on the floor. Joe groaned, “Damn it, get her out of here.”
Javier grabbed a napkin from the table, wiped your mouth, and helped you stand before guiding you out of the bar. He helped you into his car and fastened your seatbelt.
Your head was still spinning, and as you looked out the car window, your stomach churned even more. You took deep breaths. You couldn’t control your thoughts at that moment, but you couldn’t help noticing how protective this stranger was.
Javier’s phone rang. “Sí?” He answered in a raspy voice. His tone always deepened when he spoke Spanish.
You heard a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone, but you were too drunk to care who it was.
“No, no puedo venir esta noche, Gabri.”
Javier glanced at you sitting beside him. You still looked pale and miserable. Meanwhile, he responded to Gabriela.
“No puedo venir, tengo una invitada. Te llamaré más tarde.”
Javier hung up the phone and turned to you.
“You hungry? We’re almost there. I can grab something for you if you want.”
A strange warmth settled inside you, sparked by his quiet protectiveness. You didn’t know what you were doing, what you were feeling — what you were supposed to say. Instead, you reached out, placing your hand on his thigh, and slowly ran it upward.”
Javier tensed, his grip on the wheel slipping for a second. “What are you doing?”
He pulled your hand away from his thigh. The sensation of your brief touch lingered, but he pushed it aside, relieved that you had finally made it home.
You started crying again. Javier got out of the car, walked around to your side, and opened the door, helping you out. While Javier fumbled for his keys, trying to keep you upright in his arms.
“Do you bring every drunk girl you find at the bar home with you?” you mumbled.
Javier didn’t answer. He just unlocked the door and guided you inside, leading you to the couch in the living room. “Just stay here for a bit, okay?”
“I know. That’s why you need to lie down and rest. I’ll get you some water and a painkiller.”
You stayed on the couch, watching him disappear into the kitchen. When you tried to glance around the room, your dizziness only worsened. The furniture and decorations blurred together. If you were sober, you would never have walked into a stranger’s house. You would never have been lying on his couch. But you weren’t sober. And you had nowhere else to go. You knew you didn’t have much of a choice.
A few moments later, Javier returned with a glass of water and a pill. He handed it to you. “Here. Take this.”
Slowly, you sat up, took the pill from his hand, and swallowed it with a sip of water. Your face was still pale, and the remnants of your lipstick had settled into the cracks of your lips.
If you were sober, you’d definitely care about how you looked in front of a guy this handsome. Your makeup would be flawless. But you weren’t. You had no idea what you even looked like right now.
After taking the pill, you suddenly started laughing for no reason. Javier ran a hand through his hair, watching you, thinking about how ridiculous you looked.
“I’ll get you something more comfortable to wear.”
“Wait,” you said. “No need.”
The silly giggles from earlier had turned into a lazy smirk. “What’s your name?”
Javier glanced at you, at the dress straps slipping off your shoulders. “Javier.”
“You said you had nowhere to go. I won’t push you to talk about it, but you can… if you want to.”
Your gaze dropped, and your eyes filled with tears. “I left home for good.”
Javier raised an eyebrow. “How old are you?” He was surprised; you didn’t seem like someone who still lived with your parents.
You swallowed, your gaze still fixed on the floor. “Twenty six.”
“So why did you leave home?” Javier lit a cigarette. “Are you one of those ‘I have issues with my family’ types? Look, when I was around your age, I had my fair share of problems too, but family always has your best in—”
“My stepfather had been abusing me.” You cut him off as a single tear slipped down your cheek.
He felt like shit for trying to give advice without knowing a damn thing about your life. And when he saw that tear fall, it was like a knot formed in his throat—he couldn’t even swallow. He had no response. He just waited for you to continue.
“My mom didn’t believe me. No matter how honestly I told her everything. How he came into my room every night, crawled into my bed, pressed himself against me, and then…”
You couldn’t keep talking.
Javier held up a hand. “Okay. You don’t have to.”
You could feel the alcohol’s haze slowly wearing off. “I couldn’t stay there anymore.”
Javier was still seething with anger at what he’d just heard. Even though he barely knew you, he felt like he’d do anything to keep you safe. But that was just who he was—always had been. The same way he took care of his informants. So, feeling protective of a woman with nowhere else to go? That was nothing new for him.
Something else, a different feeling, was taking root inside him, something he didn’t feel for his informants. It was like he wanted to keep you around.
“You can stay here as long as you want.” he said without hesitation. “My upstairs neighbor, Steve, and his wife… you can meet them. They’ll help you with whatever you need.”
You looked at him through tired, half-lidded eyes, thinking about how different he was. Different from your stepfather. Different from your real father. Different from your ex.
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You reached for his arm, tentatively, trailing your fingers down to his wrist, then lower, brushing against his fingers.
Javier felt the same tension creeping back in. But your touch didn’t feel unfamiliar. It felt like something he’d known forever—like something that had always been there.
You held his hand more firmly, staring into his brown eyes as you slowly moved onto his lap and sat down. While he was still trying to make sense of what was happening, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his. All the love you’d been holding in for years, you finally let it pour onto the lips of someone you thought deserved it.
For a moment, everything around Javier seemed to stand still. The warmth on his lips began to spread throughout his entire body. He could still taste the tequila on your tongue, a reminder of the drunken haze. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, as he let the moment consume him.
It wasn’t like anything before. Even though you were still drunk, you could feel it. It wasn’t like any kiss you’d had before.
You kept kissing him, sucking on his upper lip and his mustache.
A hoarse warning came from his mouth. “Don’t.”
Without stopping, you started unbuttoning his shirt, and he grabbed your hands. “Stop.”
“You don’t know me. And you’re drunk.”
“You don’t know me either.” You said.
“You’re not thinking clearly.” He replied.
You kissed him again, this time more roughly, continuing to unbutton his shirt, your hands searching for their way.
Your eager movements were driving him wild. When he reached for your hands to stop you, he realized you had already unbuttoned all of his buttons. You clung to his neck, kissing him fiercely, hearing his breath quicken.
You knew the reason he didn’t want this wasn’t because he didn’t want you, but because he was trying to protect you.
When he realised you hadn’t stopped, despite how much he was enjoying it, he grabbed your hands, which were wrapped around his neck, and warned you again, this time louder—actually shouting, “STOP!”
You pulled your face away from his neck and looked into his eyes, breathless.
“I already told you why.” he said. “I can’t make you go through what your stepfather put you through. I’m older than you, and by doing this, I’d remind you of him.”
“I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.” You said.
He studied your face, wondering if you were sober or still drunk. He swallowed hard, unable to hold back any longer. He pressed his lips to yours, his hands gripping the curve of your hips under your dress. He hurriedly pushed you down onto the couch, unzipping your dress and pulling it off. He pressed his lips to your neck, his mustache lightly brushing your soft skin. “I shouldn’t have brought you here…” he growled while sucking on your neck.
You moaned softly, your eyes closed. One hand tugged gently at his hair, while the other roamed across his waist, your nails digging into his skin lightly.
He unhooked your bra with one hand, pulled it off, and tossed it aside. A cold sensation spread over your breasts, and you relaxed. He buried his face in your chest, and kept kissing.
Your hands slowly slid down to his belt, and when he felt your hands reach there, he started kissing and sucking harder.
You unbuckled his belt, your movements weakening with the pleasure he was giving you.
“Javier…” you said with a breathy voice, more of a sweet moan.
He took off his belt himself, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his zipper, lifting his face from your chest to look into your eyes. “Do you want it?”
You nodded, breathing with excitement. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest.
First, he pulled your underwear down with his fingers and took it off, then hurriedly pulled down his own boxers.
He was hard as a rock, and with one brutal thrust, he slammed into you, filling you completely.
You moaned loudly, a sharp pain shooting through you. He pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moan, making you forget the pain. He began moving, hitting deep inside, the warmth spreading along his length.
This mix of pleasure and pain made you forget all the pleasures you had known before, as though they had never existed. You wondered how you had been deprived of such pleasure all this time. Your body burned with desire, your legs trembling even more as his pace quickened.
“Fuck…” He let out a muffled groan, suddenly realizing he had entered without protection.
You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him harder, pressing your lips firmly against his.
He started thrusting harder into you, your breath quickening as you moaned, tears welling up in your eyes.
As he kept fucking relentlessly, you suddenly found yourself crying.
Hearing your soft sobs, he froze, looking at you with concern.
“Hey, hey… what’s wrong?” He asked softly.
You shook your head, tears streaming down your face.
“Why are you crying?” He asked, gently wiping your tears with his thumb, his confusion evident.
“Promise me you won’t leave me.” You pleaded, your voice breaking. “Promise me you won’t leave me after tonight.”
He looked at you softly, as if he could read the pain behind your gaze. Deep inside, it felt like a new emotion had been unlocked. Slowly, he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I won’t leave you,” He said softly. “I promise.”
The feeling of him still inside you stirred both your body and emotions, and you began to move again, almost as if urging him to continue.
He looked into your eyes, his body burning with desire once again from your movements, and he started moving again.
He felt himself growing more intense, nearing the point of release, struggling against a force that surged from his balls to his cock. “FUCK.”
He quickened his pace, your heart fluttering in your chest like a fish out of water.
“Javi!” You moaned his name as you started to cum with his hard thrusts.
He couldn’t hold back anymore; he tried to pull out, but you didn’t let him. “Cum. It—It’s okay.”
His breaths became erratic. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he couldn’t resist any longer and did what you asked.
You closed your eyes when you felt his warm seed inside you.
As he struggled to control his rapid breaths, he collapsed on top of you, kissing your shoulder, while you ran your fingers through his hair.
He wrapped his arms around you, and you felt small like a twig between his large arms, defenseless and fragile. You felt weaker than you ever had before. When he kissed your shoulder, you turned your head and gently kissed his ear. All of this felt strangely familiar. For a moment, you forgot everything you had been through. You finally had a home.
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