RATING: Explicit (18+ only)
PAIRING: Joel x ofc (Ellie's aunt)
STATUS: COMPLETE (epilogue forthcoming)
Pre-Outbreak / No-Outbreak AU
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SUMMARY: When your sister starts working nights, you're stuck with afterschool pickup duty for your eight-year-old niece. You love the kid, so you don't mind. And, sure—maybe you don't mind having an excuse to check out her classmate's dad, Joel, five times a week, either.
❤️🩹 painting of anna in chapter 15 by @yopossum
📷 nelle's instagram grid (modern!au)
🏠joel's, nelle's, & anna's homes (moodboard)
chapter links, drabbles & content warnings below the cut!
CHAPTERS
one: AFTERSCHOOL PICKUP
two: ROSEMARY
three: ACCIDENTAL, ALMOST
four: NO WONDER
five: HOPELESS
six: WICKED NOTHINGS
seven: CLOSER, CLOSER
eight: RESERVATION
nine: SUCKER PUNCH
ten: SICK DAY
eleven: COME HERE
twelve: MIDNIGHT
thirteen: DARLIN'
fourteen: AVALANCHE
fifteen: ALWAYS EARLY
sixteen: THE LEAK
seventeen: YOUR BUSINESS
eighteen: NOT WEIRD
nineteen: OUT OF IT
twenty: IT AIN'T NOBODY
twenty-one: LIFTOFF
twenty-two: READY
twenty-three: MOMENTUM
twenty-four: MARROW
twenty-five: SOMEPLACE SAFE
twenty-six: FAMILY (new nov 14th!)
one shots
RED TULIPS (joel & nelle's first valentine's day)
headcanons
nelle & joel's music taste
misc headcanons
nelle + taking a partner's surname
exchanging house keys
nelle's signature scent
school bake sale
CW: Eventual smut (unprotected piv, f!oral m!oral, creampie, cockwarming, a touch of praise kink). Yearning, mutual pining, occasional drunkenness. Light miscommunication but hopefully not a tortuous amount. joel being so in love it's disgusting. Reference to and discussions of divorce / breakups, the death of a parent, and single parenthood. OFC & joel are the same age (both early to mid 30s). OFC has one tattoo described, various described outfits (often including skirts or dresses), and vaguely curly/wavy hair long enough to be tied up. happy ending!
omg this is the best EEEE I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT PAL! seeing your ao3 comments pop up while I bop around italy has been an absolute delight. I adore you thank u sm for giving these lovesick fools a shot <33
A very unhinged collection of smutty headcanons about Javi’s favorite positions, his obsession with reactions and eye contact, how touch-starved he actually is underneath all the control issues, and why spooning sex would emotionally destroy that man.
WARNINGS: 18+ only – mdni, smut, explicit sexual content, cockwarming, oral sex, fingering mention, riding, praise kink vibes, emotional vulnerability, possessive Javi, Javi ruining lives again
When it comes to sex positions, I honestly think Javi’s favorite is cowgirl. Mostly because he’s such a visual man and he needs to see what he’s doing to her while he fucks her. Like he loves watching her ride him, watching her move on top of him, bounce on him, all of it. He’d absolutely keep his hands on her hips or thighs the whole time too.
And obviously he has the perfect view – her tits bouncing, her body, her face, her expressions, literally everything. She’s sitting right there facing him and he can just fully watch her fall apart because of him. That alone would drive him insane.
And I also think he’d love the fact that he can actually see himself sliding into her too. Like yeah, that man would absolutely look. No question.
I do think Javi is naturally more dominant and likes having control, but honestly in this case I think the visual part wins. He just enjoys looking at her too much. He’s the type of man who gets turned on by seeing the reactions he’s getting out of her, and I think watching her ride him would absolutely ruin him in the best way possible.
DOGGY STYLE
I think his second favorite is definitely doggy style, mostly because that’s where he has the control. He sets the pace, the speed, the rhythm, everything. He’s the one in charge there.
And like I said with cowgirl, Javi loves the visual of watching his cock slide into her. He’s absolutely obsessed with that. But with this position I think he also loves the fact that he controls everything himself. The speed, the depth, the angle, all of it. This is very much his territory.
And obviously he has the view too. Javi absolutely appreciates a woman’s ass, let’s be serious here. Plus he can hold onto her hips, grab her hair, lean over her, hold her tits, touch her however he wants. So even if it’s not as visual emotionally because he can’t fully see her face the whole time, it’s way more physical and hands-on for him.
It’s very much about control, touch, and feeling her react underneath him. Holding her by the hips while she’s literally falling apart because of him? Yeah, that would absolutely get to his head too. So doggy style is 100% one of his favorites too.
MISSIONARY
I also think he definitely likes missionary. And yeah, people act like missionary is boring, but honestly I don’t think Javi would see it that way at all. He’s not really a “boring sex” kind of man, but for him missionary is way more about intimacy and closeness.
There’s eye contact. And he absolutely loves looking right into her eyes while he’s inside her. Especially when he’s close. And honestly? I fully believe Javi needs eye contact when he cums inside her… like that man wants to look at her while it happens because to him it feels insanely intimate and insanely hot at the same time.
And I think he keeps trying to hold that eye contact even before he comes, while he’s thrusting into her. But at the same time he’s also the type to kiss and bite at her jaw, her neck, her shoulders, little things like that while he’s on top of her. Missionary lets him do all of that.
And obviously he’d never say anything mean or complain or whatever, but Javi definitely needs to know she’s enjoying herself too. He wants reactions. He wants her moving with him, touching him, scratching down his back, holding onto him, all that stuff. It turns him on way more when he knows she feels good too and isn’t just laying there completely still.
Plus they can kiss the whole time, stay close, touch each other everywhere. It’s a much more intimate position emotionally.
And honestly? I don’t think he’d do missionary like that with just anybody. I think this is one of the positions that becomes way more special when he actually cares about the person. Which is funny because people love calling it boring, but for Javi I think it would secretly be one of the most intense ones emotionally.
LAP SITTING / STRADDLING
And then there’s lap sitting / straddling, whatever you wanna call it, and I think Javi absolutely loves that one too. Honestly it’s kind of like a mix between cowgirl and missionary for him.
Because like with cowgirl, she’s still the one controlling the pace. He’s sitting on the couch or maybe on the car seat and she’s riding him in his lap while he just holds onto her. But unlike cowgirl, she’s way closer to him physically, and that’s where it becomes more like missionary too. There’s way more intimacy and closeness involved.
He can hold her ass, hold her back, wrap his arms around her while she moves on him. And honestly? I really don’t think this is something he’d do with just anybody. This does not feel like random hookup Javier to me; this feels very emotional. Like this is not the position for some informant or random girl he sleeps with once. I think for him there has to be real emotional closeness there.
Because this position is honestly kind of vulnerable for him too. They’re pressed against each other, hugging, kissing, whispering things to each other. And yeah, he’s also really deep in this position, which I think would absolutely get to his head too because Javi is very physical and very intense when it comes to closeness.
So for him it’s not just about sex at that point. It’s about wanting her as close to him as possible, physically and emotionally at the same time. He wants to hold her against him while her pussy literally wrapped around his cock.
And when he cums? Yeah, he’s absolutely looking her in the eyes or kissing her while it happens. Holding her close, arms around her, maybe forehead against hers. For Javi this position feels deeply personal and honestly probably one of the most intimate ones he could have with somebody.
SPOONING
And lastly… spooning sex – honestly I think this is the absolute peak of intimacy for Javier.
This is not something he’d do with somebody he’s not emotionally involved with. And even in a relationship, I don’t think it would happen right away. I think this kind of position only comes once he truly trusts her, or once he finally lets himself have this level of closeness and vulnerability with someone.
Because this is very intimate for him. She’s pressed against him with her back against his chest while he thrusts into her from behind, setting the pace slowly himself. He can literally feel every part of her body against him. He can hold her tits, touch her everywhere, rub her clit while he fucks her, make her orgasm even harder that way. It’s all extremely close, extremely physical, extremely connected.
And the whole time he’s holding her, wrapped around her, probably kissing her shoulder or neck, whispering things into her ear that he normally wouldn’t even say out loud, this position feels incredibly personal for him.
Honestly, I can even see spooning sex turning into cockwarming with Javi sometimes because let’s be real… that man would absolutely love just staying inside her afterward… like after he cums, I don’t think he immediately pulls out at all. He stays there, still inside her while he slowly softens, just holding her close and breathing against her neck.
Because for him, that’s not just physical anymore. That’s comfort. That’s safety. That’s him showing love in the most intimate way he knows how without even needing words.
Summary: it’s a story about two people who are very dear to each other, but too scared to turn their friendship into something else. They search for each other in other people and places until fate brings them back together at the right time
Warnings: 18+ mdni. Childhood friends to lovers, post season 3 (Javi and reader are in their 40s), idiots in love, alt pov, time jumps, angst, arguing, smut, oral (f/m), piv, creampie
a/n: Ok, so yeah, Javi is a womanizer. But I deeply think he’s also one of the most protective and sensitive p boys. He cares a lot, we saw how worried he was about Helena. He’s just not really good at expressing his feelings. So yeah, another fic where I’m falling for soft!Javi 🧡
this is written for @time-for-my-weekly-spanking 2026 kinky challenge (masterlist), I chose Oral - Thank you for the event, V 🙏❤️ (I'm so late I'm sorry!)
Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing and always being here for me 😘💕💕 @sawymredfox for your wonderful ideas, always ❤️❤️ @/saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏
You
The first thing you noticed as you walked down the trail from Chucho's ranch was Javi’s lavender shirt. He’d always loved those bright colors, even as a teenager. Pink, green, blue, yellow, red— they all suited him, enhancing his sunkissed skin. Some stupid boys tried to make fun of his clothes in the past, but it never stopped him from wearing them. He had never been the impressionable type, even as a kid. He just didn’t care.
You, on the other hand, hated it.
“Don't waste your energy on them, cariño,” he’d say. “They're not worth it.”
Javi and Chucho were gathering materials to repair the fence, and you smiled when your eyes set on Javi for the first time in so many years. Jeans, dress shoes, his back drenched in sweat in that shirt while he was carrying wooden posts.
He couldn’t have been more inappropriately dressed for the task.
“Finally found your way back home, Peña?” you said as you approached, making him turn around and smile at you instantly.
“C'mere, cariño.”
You hugged as you’d done a million times before, yet it seemed like ages had passed since then. Now he felt much broader between your arms.
You had hoped that your emotions wouldn't engulf you too quickly when you had been mentally preparing yourself to see him again, but your heart already started to shatter, all those years weighing on you.
When you have a childhood friend, a real childhood friend, the perfect one that you only see in the movies, the worst thing you can imagine is life getting in the way and separating you.
And well, life really screwed you over.
Seeing him wasn’t a surprise. The surprise actually hit you a couple hours earlier, when you called Chucho first thing in the morning, knowing the fence was often damaged after a storm. You offered to come help him, as always. He thanked you then there was a moment of silence, before he finally said "he's here."
There was no need to say the name for you to realize who he was talking about.
Javi stroked your back, your bodies pressed against each other. “I’m glad to see you,” he said, his voice huskier than it used to be. You bit your lip before answering, trying not to show too much emotion in your voice.
“Me too, Javi.”
You missed him. So much. Probably more than he had missed you, but you weren't the one busy hunting down Escobar and then the Cali cartel.
And after all, you weren’t the one that left practically overnight. Or perhaps he knew long before he was going to leave, but chose to tell you only the day before. For a long time, your brain was torturing you, telling you that you'd never really been that close if Javi left so suddenly, almost like a thief, stealing a part of you and leaving a void in your heart that had never been filled since then.
You tried to shut that thought down. Javi was the impulsive type. Maybe he really decided to leave at the last minute.
You took a long breath before stepping aside to look at him, and how stupidly gorgeous he was, with that self-assurance only some men in their forties possess.
You noticed right away that his gaze was different than before. Grave, with a certain sadness he had always carried within him, but deeper.
His expression turned playful though, as you were watching him from head to toe.
“Are you checking me out?”
“You wish! So… you finally kept the mustache,” you said, smiling. Years ago you had suggested he let it grow and back then he had told you it was the worst idea ever, before finally giving it a chance.
“I did. You were right, it’s not that bad,” he replied, his voice as gentle as you used to, his gaze on you as kind and protective as it was. As if he had left only yesterday.
You, on the other hand, were not showing the same warmth. The wound of his departure had never truly healed, and the fact that the phone calls between Colombia and Laredo got rare quickly after he left, then fully stopped, hadn't helped.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to call you in the coming weeks, cariño,” he had said. “I’m often out on a mission, between Bogota and Medellín. But don’t worry about me, ok? I’ll be fine.”
He never called back.
You can’t say you’d been surprised, though. You always saw him as a lone wolf, deep down. The only difference was that when you were children, then teenagers, then young adults, you thought you were allowed behind the walls he built around himself. The only one he let inside.
After he left, you weren’t so sure anymore, and a bitter taste stayed on your tongue since that day.
“Okay, that should do it,” Chucho interrupted you two, shaking his gloved hands, getting rid of the dust. “Come have lunch with us, Niña.”
Javi’s father was an anchor in your life, always had been, somehow having replaced your shitty, pathologically absent father throughout the years.
The three of you set the table, then Javi served the food, towel tossed over his shoulder, and you couldn’t help but ogle his forearms, the way his veins were working, how strong he seemed to be.
Seeing him there, in his father’s kitchen, felt almost surreal, even though his movements were so familiar.
You'd follow the news of the Medellín then Cali cartels being taken down on TV, but everybody knew it was a hopeless war. You wondered how long he would stay in Laredo before going back to his chase, and it really surprised you when he assured Chucho he was back for good. Time would tell if it was the case, but he clearly seemed emotionally exhausted. Drained. You couldn’t imagine what he had to face during all those years.
Sometimes Javi looked at you like he didn't quite know how to handle the situation. You didn’t know either, and mostly stayed quiet.
After the meal, Chucho settled on the sofa in front of the TV, and Javi suggested you two having coffee on the porch.
It was the first time you were alone together since the day he had told you he was leaving, nearly twenty years ago. You hated that the person who knew you best back then was now almost a stranger. You didn’t know anything about his life in Colombia, as he didn’t know anything about yours for the last decade.
“We have a lot of catching up to do,” he said, lighting up a cigarette. Then he casually threw his lighter on the table and sat with his ankle crossed over his knee.
“I guess,” you replied, getting closed off as your defense mechanism, nervously playing with the cup handle, your eyes set on the dark liquid.
“I know the way I left was a mess,” he stated, encouraging you to open up with a soft smile on his face.
“Yeah, we can say that,” you replied, accepting his cigarette and taking a drag.
“You started smoking again?”
“No,” you replied, and you both laughed, slightly easing the tension as a result. Javi brushed his lower lip with his tongue, the way he had used to do when he wasn’t sure about something, took the lighter, tapped it against the table and then finally said, “tell me, cariño.”
“Tell you what?”
He tilted his head to the side, and continued, “come on. Just tell me what’s on your mind. I can face it.” He looked so much like the Javi you had known right now. Direct. Honest. Brave.
You sighed, searching for the right words, not quite sure you were ready to dive into that conversation. Yet being aware that it had to happen at some point anyway, you decided to bite the bullet and be fully honest.
“I’m angry, Javi,” you dropped. “I’m happy you’re safe, of course, happy you’re back, but I’ve been mad at you since you left, for the way you left, for not staying in touch.” You paused, then added, “I’m angry with you because for years I had lived in fear of getting a call from Chucho with some bad news. I’m angry because I thought we were friends, best friends, and the way you dumped me so suddenly made me realize that maybe I was wrong all those years and we weren’t.”
Javi frowned, lowering his eyes, and then took another cigarette from the pack. He lit it and exhaled the smoke, searching for words.
“I left immediately after telling you because I wasn’t sure I’d do it if I discussed it with you, if I thought about it more. And… I don’t know,” he sighed. “I guess I needed to leave.”
“You’re not exactly helping your case by saying that,” you replied, slightly hurt.
“Probably. I’m sorry.”
“How long have you known? That you were gonna leave.”
“They offered me the job a few weeks before I left. A month, maybe? I kept wondering if I should take it, kept thinking about you…” he stopped talking and shook his head.
“I wouldn’t have asked you to stay if you’d told me you needed to leave,” you said coldly. “You just had to talk to me. I wouldn’t have been selfish, you should have known it. We were friends.”
Javi’s eyes filled with pain when you used the past tense, and you felt bad for being so harsh but couldn’t help it. You had never imagined what your reunion would be like, damn, you had never really been sure you’d see him again, but you certainly didn’t expect this. It all felt like a waste, and it made you sad.
“What about your eyes?” he asked after a long moment of silence, his voice barely audible, and you frowned in confusion, your gaze locked with his.
“My eyes? What do you mean?”
“Would they have asked me to stay?”
Your heart jumped in its ribcage. You weren’t ready to show such raw emotions. To be emotional in front of him. Not so fast, not now.
You looked at the cigarette between your fingers and its burning ashes, and stood up.
“I need some time, ok? Your return is sudden and part of me thinks that tomorrow, in a week or a month you're gonna leave again.”
“I won’t,” he replied, his brown eyes raised towards you. You shrugged and crushed your cigarette in the ashtray.
“See you later, Javi,” you said, before leaving him alone on the porch.
Javi
Of course, he noticed your reserve as soon as you looked at him near the fence. Moreover, he expected it. Just like in the morning, when the phone rang, he knew it was you, he felt it by the way his heart tightened. So he went to get his pack of cigarettes from the kitchen when his father answered the phone, to give himself some time.
When his father hung up Javi came back into the living room.
“She’s gonna help with the fence,” Chucho confirmed what Javi felt in his gut. “She always helps, Javi, you know? Always the same sweet girl she’s always been.”
“I know,” he sighed. “I know, ‘pa.” He knew his father never approved of the way he had left.
Javi lit a cigarette, thinking about the moment you’d meet again. He knew he hadn’t been fair to you, and that you didn’t deserve it after everything you shared together since you were 5 or 6 years old.
The truth was, Javi didn’t know how else to handle it. He figured a sudden break was probably best so you wouldn’t worry and wouldn’t think about him too much after some time. Even if deep down, he knew it was dumb. That he was acting like a coward. He always considered himself bad, with the way he expressed his emotions, but that really was the icing on the cake.
When Javi told you he was leaving the next day, your face couldn’t conceal your pain even though you tried to lock up your emotions. In the evening before his departure he hid in the shadows near your father's house. He stayed there, contemplating whether he should talk to you or not. He watched your silhouette pass by your bedroom window. Again and again.
He convinced himself that visiting you one last time would only make things worse.
He was afraid to take you in his arms, afraid to kiss you.
Afraid you’d kiss him back.
And then, what would he do?
That spark between you, which had never been discussed or even implied but that he was feeling deep down, couldn’t choose the worst moment to reveal itself.
Just like that morning when he was getting ready for his wedding, and realised he couldn’t keep lying to himself — Lorraine wasn’t the woman he wanted.
His eyes fixed on your window, he brushed his lip with his thumb, still hesitating.
“Goodbye, cariño,” he murmured in the end and left.
Javi called you a few times once in Colombia. But hearing your voice hurt him, made him miss you, prevented him from concentrating the way he needed to. He told you to not worry about him, then never called again, only getting news about you from Chucho.
One day he told his father he didn’t want to know more after learning that you were seeing someone, some guy who always tried to go out with you, but whom you'd always turned down. A guy he always referred to as “the prick”. Javi convinced himself you didn't need him anymore, and probably already forgot about him. He threw himself wholeheartedly into his job, and tried to forget about you.
It didn’t work, but his heart tightened when a few years later he realized he couldn’t recall the sound of your voice anymore. He never imagined your friendship would end like this, not when you solemnly promised to always be in each other's lives, as children. He forced himself to shrug it off, convincing himself that an end of a childhood friendship was one of the most commonplace things in the world.
“Todo Laredo está aquí” (All Laredo is here) Javi told his father when he came back for a few days to attend Danny's wedding.
But it wasn't true. You weren't there. He had prepared himself to finally see you, had thought about the words he’d tell you. Yet he wasn't ready for your absence there.
So he acted foolishly and talked to Lorraine. All he got in return was her bitterness.
There was a lone tree in the middle of a meadow, near Chucho’s ranch.
It became a meeting place for you and Javi when you were kids. You’d go there on your bikes after school and stayed there until the sun began to set. Years later, you kept visiting the place, hanging out in Chucho's truck, that time until the sun rose. It was your place, for the both of you.
“Somewhere only we know,” you called it.
When you were teenagers, that tree heard all your swearing and laughter, when Javi was lying with his head on your stomach. You always teased him that his head was too heavy and gave you a bellyache, anything to tease him, really, and both of you always laughed loudly.
As a young adult, you were usually the one with your head resting on his stomach, and sometimes he would brush a wildflower against your skin. You stopped looking at him when he did that, after you locked eyes once, and the depth and intensity of his gaze made you shiver. You were afraid that seeing his face lowered toward you would make you say something stupid. So instead you’d focus on how the leaves were swaying in the wind.
Moments of silence between you were never uncomfortable, neither of you ever felt obliged to fill them, and you were relieved that looking at the tree would never seem suspicious.
That was the spot where you found Javi, sitting under the lone tree in his wedding suit, smoking a cigarette, during the moment he should have said "I do" to Lorraine. He smiled when he saw you approach, as if he was waiting for you. You went there the second Chucho told you he had changed his mind about the marriage.
You had never really liked Lorraine. Not even now, when you ran into her in town with Randy and their kids, as she came to visit her parents. You hated that she knew a part of Javi you didn't. You couldn't say you were sad they didn't get married but you never expected him to leave her at the altar.
That day, you asked him why he changed his mind, but his answer had been evasive. You didn’t insist. You just wanted to be there for him.
Now
The tree was the place you went to on Sunday morning, a couple days after Javi came back from Colombia.
It had been a long time since you'd been there. You stopped going because it made you sad, because it seemed silly to go there as a grown-up, especially when that place didn’t have a reason to be special anymore.
The white fence surrounding the neighboring field had aged. Its color had faded, and the nails were rusted. In places, the wooden slats were half-loose. It tugged at your heartstrings to see this analogy of time passing.
As you walked toward the tree, you saw Javi sitting there, his back against the trunk, smoking a cigarette, his aviator sunglasses perched on his nose.
"I have something for you," he said when you reached him and handed you a bundle of envelopes tied together with an old-fashioned rubber band.
"What's this?" you asked when you took them.
"The letters I wrote to you when I was in Colombia," he said, exhaling the smoke.
“I… I don’t understand?”
“I never sent them.”
“But… why?”
“I didn’t want you to carry the weight of all this,” he shrugged. “What I was going through, what I was feeling. But I don’t want you to think I forgot about you while I was there. I never did. It’s just… it was hard.”
“Javi..” you sighed. “We were friends, I would have been here for you, no matter what.”
“I hope that one day you will stop using the past tense. I’m back, for good.”
You looked at the pile of envelopes. There were dozens of them.
“You don’t have to read them, if you don’t want to,” he said.
“I know. I will.”
You spent the night reading them.
Each letter was dated, handwritten and full of his thoughts as if he were confiding in you about his days and nights, as if he were right in front of you. Telling you about his missions, the shootings, the violence, without naming people.
He told you about his fears, and you had never sensed him being so vulnerable. So afraid, too. You could feel it in his handwriting, in the way the letters were formed.
Javi wrote about a woman he helped save from hell. It was the only person he named, kind of.
“H.”
You thought he must have cared about her a lot.
He wrote that Chucho had told him you’d been dating the guy he used to call “prick,” when you were teenagers and that’s how you realized he was talking about you with his father. Maybe he had asked him about you, despite what you thought. Despite what you kept repeating in your head, hurting yourself.
Several months later, he wrote “did you marry him?” A single sentence in that letter, as if he could only think about it that day.
He mentioned Randy's wedding too. The one you had chosen not to go, not being ready to see Javi again, to see him leave again.
"I wish you were here," he wrote. For the first time, a mixture of regret and guilt filled your heart for not going.
You pictured Javi in a room, in the dim light of a night, writing these letters. A cigarette in his left hand, or tucked behind his ear. A glass of whiskey on the table beside him.
A few times he ended his letters with “I miss you,” and your heart tightened. All those years, you thought he’d forgotten about you, and you realized how wrong you were. He was still your Javi, always had been, and you felt guilty for being unfair to him.
Finally, you opened the last letter.
"I'm coming back home tomorrow, and can't wait to see you, cariño. You're gonna give me a hard time, aren't you?"
It made you smile, as tears were streaming down your cheeks.
You drove straight to Chucho's place, without even waiting for sunrise, for a decent hour, and threw a pebble at Javi's bedroom window, like you'd done so many times before. You weren’t sure he was awake, but a few seconds later he opened the front door, as if he was waiting for you, and walked towards you.
"You're an asshole, Javier Peña, for leaving like that. I fucking missed you," you said before throwing yourself into his arms.
"Don't you dare doing anything like that to me ever again," you half laughed half cried, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He chuckled in your ear, pulling you close. It was the sweetest sound you'd ever heard.
“Let's make up for lost time, cariño.”
Things became familiar again pretty quickly and old habits made their way back in your lives. Drinking beer in Javi’s truck, smoking on Chucho’s porch. Meeting under your tree.
Both of you changed after Javi left for Colombia and you were still getting to know each other again. Sometimes shyly, sometimes as if you were 15 years old once more. He didn't talk about his job often, and you didn't push him. He seemed tired, and at times, almost broken. He confessed how much working as a DEA agent changed him. Made him tough in a way he wasn't expecting. “I lost myself there,” he said. You hugged him close then, and he held you back even stronger.
Yet you quickly realized that beneath the thicker-than-ever shell he was wearing, your Javi was still there. All those qualities you had always loved about him didn’t disappear, they were just under the surface, ready to emerge after the slightest wave that was a little stronger than the others.
As a teenager, he was reckless. Always defending and stepping up for you, even if you never asked him to.
He’d always been reliable, and the coolest person you knew. He could have been the captain of the football team and had all the girls at his feet, but he never seemed to care.
Impulsive, too. Sensitive, caring.
Javi was there for you one night, picking you up when you drank too much, too young to buy your own booze, and he took you home to that empty house your father was increasingly avoiding.
He helped you up the stairs and into the bed, then lay down next to you.
"Who gave you the alcohol?" he asked.
"My friends," you replied, making him sigh.
"They're not your friends, cariño. They left you there alone. What kind of friends do that?”
"I know. You're my only friend."
You cuddled up against him, and he wrapped his arm around you, keeping you safe. You fell asleep, your head on his chest. When you woke up the next morning, he hadn't moved.
Some friends feel like home. They never ask you to be anything else other than yourself. Javi was your home, your warmth, your safety blanket.
And you wanted to be there for him as much as he was for you.
When his mother passed, you knew what it was like to lose a person who loved you most in the world. You had lost your mother many years ago, and it broke your heart to know what he was going through. How this would change him forever.
As you helped Javi with his tie before leaving for church, his look lost in the mirror, he asked if you would sit next to him there, and you hugged him, told him that, of course, you would be by his side.
During the service, you took his hand in yours. You weren't sure if he realized it until he intertwined his fingers with yours. You caressed his skin with your thumb and didn’t stop for a single moment, even when you felt his body tremble and heard sobs catch in his throat. You squeezed his hand a little harder, so he wouldn't forget you were there for him.
Before Javi left, one of your favorite things was watching movies together, him seated on the couch and you lying down, barefoot on his lap as he was massaging your feet.
With your friendship returning to its familiar and easy place, the idea of a movie night with pizza, popcorn and beers quickly appeared, so you rented two of your favorite films at the video store.
“Don't you like foot massages anymore, cariño?” Javi asked when you sat up next to him, instead of your usual place.
“I… Yes, I do, of course. Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
In the past, he usually mixed massages with light tickles, and you’d laugh and shake your legs, before putting them back. A billion years ago, when you were teenagers, when you were in love with him but never showed it.
But tonight, his fingers were soft, as if he was getting used to touching you again. Feeling his hands on you quickly gave you goosebumps. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.
“So… you and that prick. It didn’t work out?” he asked casually.
“No, it didn’t, as well as with the others," you replied.
Silence settled between you, and you weren’t really watching the movie anymore. You wondered if he wasn’t either, still gently massaging your feet, before he let out “why did we never date?”
Calmly. As if his words weren’t a bomb.
“Because I friendzoned you,” you replied, trying to keep your cool, and his lip curled up into a smile.
“Because you were my friend,” you added.
“Was I?”
“Were you what? My friend?”
“A good friend,” he specified, frowning as if he doubted he had ever been, and you felt guilty. It was probably your fault, after being so rough with him when he came back.
“You were the best friend possible. In your own way.”
“What does that mean?” he asked, turning his head toward you.
“I knew I could come to you with anything, if I needed to,” you answered, then lowered your gaze. You couldn't look at him, let him see what you’d been hiding for so long.
“But I wasn’t sure you’d always come to me if you needed it. You're a loner. Always have been. I knew you wouldn't stay. You wanted to see the world, and Laredo wasn’t enough for you.”
“Pa told me the same things, not so long ago,” Javi said, raising an eyebrow. Unaware of the storm that was ravaging your heart, making it sway between dark, gigantic waves that were terrifying you. Javi seemed to be caught up in his own storm.
“Of course, he did.”
“Several times I didn’t come to you when I needed it,” he said, and you frowned.
“Because you thought I couldn’t help?”
“Because I was afraid you didn’t want the same thing as me.”
“What are you talking about? What are you doing, Javi?” you asked, sitting down next to him, forcing yourself to face the TV even if you were unable to watch it.
“We’re not teenagers anymore,” he said. “I don’t wanna spend my life wondering “what if?”
You finally looked at him. He was close, far too close not to see the emotion in your eyes, and his gaze dropped to your mouth when you nervously bit your lip.
“Why has it never worked out with the men you’ve dated?”
“Javi…”
“Tell me, cariño.”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Ok. You wanna know why all of my relationships failed?”
“Yeah,” you whispered.
“Because of you.”
“Me?” you answered, still not sure of what was happening. It was so sudden, too sudden, after so many years knowing Javi, and even more years being in love with him. You were looking at him, a beautiful mix of confidence and fragility, and he smiled at you. His eyes and his smile were so soft that your heart melted.
“It was always you. You were the girl I was thinking about, and then the woman I was thinking about.”
You felt as if your mind went blank, hearing him say this, hearing his confession, as if time stopped while your heart, on the other hand, was beating faster than ever.
Your gaze dropped to his plush lips, the ones you'd longed to kiss so many times. Fantasizing about how they would feel against yours or linger on your skin. And each time you pushed the desire away, afraid of it ruining your friendship with Javi. Better to have him just as a friend than not to have him at all.
And maybe he felt that you were at a crossroads right now. Maybe he knew that a part of you was still afraid of risking what you had, because he added, “why were you averting your eyes each time I brushed a flower against your skin?”
You always thought you had managed to fool him, all those years ago, and realized you’d been wrong and underestimated his emotional intelligence.
And you sensed something switch in you, like it was finally time to let go of your fears.
“Why didn’t you marry Lorraine?” you asked back, and the way Javi looked at you, the way his gaze deepened, gave you the answer you needed, without him saying a word.
At that moment all your barriers and fears crumbled.
You straddled him, brushed his cheek with your thumb and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, the gesture all at once so familiar and so new. Mind blowing.
His gaze on you was dark and intense, and when he placed his hands on your waist perfectly covering your curves as if they were made for him, as if you were his, you shivered. He was exhaling sensuality, overwhelming your five senses, just by looking at you, touching you. Just by existing.
You fully gave up, leaned towards him and pressed your lips to his, which were as soft as you always imagined. You felt his warmth running through your entire body and a moan escaped your lips muffled by his. Your hands framed his face then moved to the hair at the back of his neck, finally free to feel every inch of him. His tongue brushed your lips, as if tasting them or asking permission to go further, or teasing you, you weren’t really sure, and you took a long breath before parting your lips slightly, inviting him. You moved your hips forward close to his bulge as your tongues mingled and a wave of desire coursed through your body when you felt his cock shift and swell beneath you.
You grinded slowly against him, trying to ease the tension in your core, and Javi groaned.
“Cariño, you’re driving me crazy,” he breathed, kissing you, teasing you with his lips, his tongue, his hands on your waist keeping you pressed against his crotch, then they moved to your asscheeks, cupping them with his large hands, and you trembled. You needed more, needed to feel his bare skin against yours, needed to feel his hands on you without any restraints.
Your forehead pressed against his, you told him to follow you, but as soon as you got up from the sofa you were kissing again, unable to stay away from each other, almost desperate in your movements.
You walked down the hall glued to each other, his mouth on your neck leaving kisses there before crushing against your lips, his hands roaming your curves, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, waves of desire running through your body.
Neither of you broke the kiss when your back hit your bedroom door. You searched for the handle, pushed the door open hastily and tugged on Javi’s t-shirt to pull him in. Then you took it off him and let it fall to the floor. Out of breath, you placed your hands on his chest, feeling his pecs and nipples hardening under your touch, and you thought back to the times you saw him in a pair of swim trunks and tried to not fall for him even more, tried to ignore the perfection of his body, his slim waist and broad shoulders. Now he was facing you, shirtless, his body reacting to your hands placed on him. It still seemed unreal.
“I don’t wanna lose you… I can’t lose you,” you admitted, anxiety pulling you under its shadows again, and he circled your wrists with his hands, keeping you against his torso. His gaze full of certainty locked with yours. “You won’t,” he said. “I promise.”
Javi squeezed your wrists lightly then released them and reached for the first button of your blouse. His eyes were fixed on your skin while he was unbuttoning it, attentive to the way you were reacting to his touch, to your chest rising up and down. He moved down to the next button, then the next, so slowly that time seemed to stand still again, and he was savoring every moment of calm before the storm that you could already sense, as if your bodies longed to deepen your connection, exceed your friendship, amplify it and make it grow.
Javi’s gaze turned obsidian as he parted the two pieces of fabric and his hands slid underneath to pull the blouse off your shoulders, his touch on you so sensual.
Your hands reached behind your back and you unhooked your bra before letting it fall.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, mesmerized by the sight of you. He raised his hands to your breasts and gently caressed your hard nipples with his thumbs, so lightly, like a summer breeze. His Adam's apple bobbed when you shivered under his touch. He seized your waist, pulled you towards him and kissed you again, your bare chests pressed together, then slowly guided you towards the bed.
When the back of your knees reached it you both lay down on it and your lips met. Your breaths were ragged, your hands on his neck, his caressing your sides. You could feel his hard-on against your hip, wondering what it would be like to finally feel him inside you.
“Baby,” you whimpered, and he stopped for a second, trying to catch his breath against your mouth.
“Say it again,” he grumbled, his dominance making your mind go blank and your knees shake.
“Baby…” you murmured, and he growled.
“Wanna touch you and kiss you everywhere,” he said between kisses. “Wanna feel you shiver and see your toes curl.”
He peppered kisses down your neck, your collarbone, to your breasts, taking his time. He took one of your tits in his mouth, lips circled around it and sucked, played with his tongue before moving to the other, then went down to your lower stomach, his soft moustache brushing your skin, his fingers reaching for your zipper. He knelt between your legs to remove your garment, leaving you in your panties and watched the way you were breathing while his fingers were lingering on your skin. The way he was taking his time, touching you slowly and sensually, was so overwhelming that you were relieved to be on the bed because you weren't sure your legs could have supported you. His thumb followed the elastic of your panties, from one hip to the other, and your legs parted a little wider under his touch. You could have sworn you saw his lips tremble before his fingers slid down, brushing your covered folds, feeling the wetness of your underwear.
Javi grasped the sides of your panties and slid them down your legs slowly, then kneeled on the floor by the bed and seized your hips to position you the way he wanted, legs bent and feet at the edge of the bed.
“I’ve thought about this so many times,” he said, his dark eyes peering up at you while his tongue traced a line along your folds, making your stomach hollow, your fists clenching the sheets. He placed your thighs on his shoulders, and his tongue licked and lapped, from your cunt to your clit, making a whimpering mess out of you. When his tongue was moving down your hole, his prominent nose was brushing against your clit, the double pressure quickly started to build a ball of warmth in your stomach. He probably felt you shiver under his tongue and hands, and buried his tongue deep inside you, drinking in every last drop of your arousal. You could hear him groan, as he was making out with your cunt, and your hips rolled toward him, pressing yourself to him and feeling him even more, right where you needed him the most.
Javi slid his hand from your thigh to your entrance, just beneath his tongue, brushed the tip of his fingers there slightly before pushing a digit inside along with his tongue. He caressed your soft spot with his finger curled upwards, and moved his lips towards your bundle of nerves. He circled it and sucked, swirled it under his tongue, then added a second finger in your cunt. You felt yourself drool down to your ass and then the sheets, wet sounds filling the room.
“Javi… I’m gonna come… Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
Your body started to shake, sheets were rustling under your feet, and you came, hands clasping his hair, holding him against you as you were unraveling long and hard, mewling, until the wave subsided completely, leaving you breathless.
Javi placed soft kisses on your inner thighs, giving you time to recover.
“Shit,” you murmured, lowering your gaze to look at him between your legs, his chin glistening with your wetness.
“Wanna taste you, too,” you said as you sat up, reaching the edge of the bed before grasping his jeans and unzipping him, pulling them down to let his cock spring free.
“Fuck… you’re… fuck..” you said, when your eyes landed on his thick cock for the first time. You spread the drops of precum over the tip with your thumb and sucked your digit, eyes fixed on Javi, then leaned forward and licked his shaft, tracing a line to the tip, along a large vein there. Your tongue played with its slit and his precum flowed into your throat. His fist grabbed your hair as he let out “fuck.”
You gave yourself time to get used to his girth, letting saliva run down the shaft until you were able to suck him off a little deeper, bobbing your head up and down. You looked up at him, lips wrapped around his cock, his fingers still in your hair, and he twitched when your eyes met.
“You feel so good, fuck,” he murmured in his husky voice. “I need to feel you,” he pleaded. “I can’t… can’t wait anymore.”
“I need to feel you too,” you replied, your breath caught in your throat when he laid down on you, seized his cock and slid the tip between your folds, coating it with your wetness. He nestled himself at your entrance, pushed in just the tip, and "oh god" escaped your lips. He released his cock, his gaze traveling over your body as his fingers brushed against your skin before gently taking a hold of your wrists and keeping them with one hand above your head.
Javi thrust gently, the crease between his eyebrows deepening as he felt your pussy tighten around him.
“I’ve thought about you so many times, lying down in my bed,” you said, letting him open up your pussy to let him in. He smiled, then said, “Yeah? You touched yourself thinking of me?”
“Yeah…” you replied, biting your lip as he pushed in a little further.
“You came, thinking about it?”
“Yeah, fuck… yeah,” you answered, feeling your walls being spread out by his thick tip.
“Me, too…I’ve ruined my sheets so many times thinking about you,” he added, gently kissing your forehead and rolling his hips softly. “Thinking about your neck, the delicate skin right here,” he said, kissing just below your ear. “Thinking about your fingers,” he kept talking, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them so sensually that you felt yourself squeeze him inside you.
“About your skin, how soft I knew you were.” He traced it with his fingertips.
“About your pussy,” he muttered, rolling inside you so slowly and sensually, brushing his crotch against your clit, making you moan.
“I thought about the little moans you’d make, too. I imagined them, but they’re even sweeter than I thought,” he finally said, bottoming out, making you feel unbelievably full.
“I’m right here,” he murmured, his hand on your belly. “Fuck, I’m right here, baby.”
His cock was rubbing exactly where you needed, in and out, slowly, perfectly. You felt a second wave coming, and it was almost too much, something you had never felt before. You were in love with him, had been for a long time, and the way your bodies were reacting so perfectly, as if they were made for each other, was overwhelming. A dream coming to life.
“I’m gonna come again…” you whined.
“Please, cariño,” he begged. “I wanna feel you come on my cock… You feel so good, baby…”
You pulsed around him, his forehead resting against yours. “Shit, I’m not gonna last. Where do you want it?”
“Inside, inside please.”
“Ok… Ok, fuck, baby… I’m gonna… Oh fuck, I’m…”
His words turned into moans, and you felt him shudder before he covered your walls in long, hot spurts of cum, filling your pussy until you milked him dry, shuttering around him, again and again.
He breathed heavily in the hollow of your neck then kissed it and lay on his side.
“Come here, baby,” he said, raising his arm.
You snuggled up against him, your hand resting on his chest, the beating of his heart resonating against your temple.
“Wow,” you finally said, and he laughed, pressing you even closer to him.
“Yeah, wow. I always thought it gets better with practice. But it was already so good...”
“Have we been idiots all these years?” you asked.
“Probably. I can’t even remember when I fell for you.”
You sat up when you heard him, looking into his eyes. “Say it again.”
“I fell for you. Hard. A long time ago.”
Your best friend was back and here with you. You didn't want to think that you had wasted all those years. You chose to tell yourself that you had found each other at the right time, and with all the time in the world to get to know each other fully. You lay down next to him, your hand sliding from his stomach to his side. Javi was your home, your warmth, your safety blanket.
He was your happy place, even more than before.
Soulmates aren’t just lovers, after all. Sometimes they come as friends too.
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After a fight with Javi, you leave to spend the night at a friend's house. Minutes after you‘re gone, Javi realizes how badly he messed up and tries everything to get you to come back.
Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receving), fingering, dirty talk, praise, kissing, light teasing, fluff, angst, fighting, apologies, breaking up, reconciliation, panic, longing, yearning, mentions of pregnancy, lots of I love yous
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"You're fucking kidding me…," Javi grunted, resting his brown on his palm while you dragged your heavy bag across the living room.
"I'm not. I'm not, Javi, and I swear to god I – "
"Baby. Baby, this is not the solution," he interrupted you, rising from the couch to approach you, who was now standing in the doorframe with your bag. "Let's talk about it. Let's sit down, talk this through and come up with a solution. With a plan."
Your eyes flashed angrily, sparkling with something intense, but for once it wasn't pain – it was anger.
"A solution?? A plan? Javi, I'm sick of your macho, asshole behavior. I'm so fucking sick of you ordering me around, telling me what to do and treating me like you own me. And all of this degrading shit… I'm tired of it. And this is not the first time I'm telling you this. But you never listen."
Javi sighed, running his hand over the lower half of his face. It only intensified your rage because you resented the way he tried to make you feel like you were the foolish child here.
"I don't know if I can keep doing this."
"Baby. Sit down, okay? You don't know what you're saying," he growled, taking a large step forward and reaching for your wrist.
"No," you fizzled, ducking his hands, face grimacing with feral fury. "I know what I'm saying, Javi. You don't get it, do you? You think you can say anything to me and I will forgive you a few hours later just because you say some sweet stuff to me. But I'm not gonna do this any longer."
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths while you rummaged through your front pockets for your keys.
"So what, you just wanna go? You just gonna leave me spontaneously on a fucking Thursday night? Without having a proper conversation?"
Your teeth ground, nostrils threateningly flaring.
"Don't twist this, Javi. You're the one who fucked this up. You did that by treating me like shit. By coming home late at night and demanding to have me eat out of your fucking hand. By not saying a word but expecting me to suck your fucking dick."
The last words had been loud and almost a little shrill, your grip tightening around the handle of your bag. You needed something to take your anger out on, but hitting Javi would probably only cause him to make you feel more childish.
"You're exaggerating, baby, and I know you – "
"Shut up. I'm not exaggerating. You're mean and you hurt my feelings. And you don't change anything even after though I told you that it's bothering me a million times."
You had finally found your keys and took them, harshly placing them on a shelf close by.
"Here. I'm gonna go now."
"You're gonna go? You're just gonna leave?" Javi scoffed, chuckling in disbelief.
"I don't know yet. But I need some space. I'm gonna sleep at my friend's house tonight. And you're gonna have to accept it, Javi."
Your boyfriend turned away from you, giving your keys a brief glimpse as he shook his head.
"Take them at least. Take them so you can come back any time."
But you ignored him.
Of course you did. Javi had no choice but to watch you leave his apartment carrying a bag that looked far too large and heavy for just one night away.
Thirty minutes later, Javi was sunk deep into the cushions of the couch, gripping a whiskey glass in his hand.
He had hoped that the alcohol might calm his racing mind or at least put his thoughts somewhere else for a moment, but the brown liquor only seemed to make him more emotional and panicky.
You were at your friend's place in that moment, even though you were supposed to lay next to him, snuggled up to his side. It didn't just hurt and upset him, but it also made him feel very cold.
Javi groaned softly, scratching his temple, hoping it might cause the pulsing ache in his head to fade. But it didn't, and he couldn't help but wonder how he would make it through the night. He would never admit it, of course, but the thought of falling asleep with the other side of the bed empty, stirred something uncomfortable, something gruelling inside him.
He had briefly taken the telephone from the shelf, his lazy, tired pupils scanning the numbers. He knew where you were staying. And he knew the number.
Every instinct, every tendon urged him to call you, even if it was just in order to hear your voice. But every time he attempted to, his shaky fingers already pressing the buttons, his hand stilled at the last or second last number.
You had wanted space. Peace.
Javi could be unempathic and mean at times, but even he could sense how upset and shaken you had been before you had left. There was something about your temper that made him think you would find him even more loathsome and be even more opposed to talking to him if he called you now.
He would just do it tomorrow. Maybe give you a few hours and then call around noon. You seriously couldn't expect him to do nothing at all.
Javi took another swig of whiskey. At this point, he wasn't trying to drown his swirling, worrying thoughts; he was doing it for the bitter taste warming him from the inside. For the way it flowed down his throat, prickling against his walls. It was comforting and at least he felt something aside from the pain and sting below his chest.
He wanted to apologize to you.
That was the first thing that crossed his mind as he set the glass back on the couch table. Of course, you were right, Javi sometimes treated you badly. He had just never believed that it was straining and hurting you that much. He was no angel, and at some point in your relationship, he had started thinking that it was just the way he was, and that you accepted him either way.
How could he have been so dumb? Treating someone as lovely and sweet as you with such disrespect, anticipating that you would swallow it all...
He had taken you for granted. He had expected you to stay no matter what he did.
Javi massaged the bridge of his nose, suddenly gripped by the pressing desire to drive over to your friend's apartment to fall to his knees in front of you and beg for your forgiveness.
He could be kind and understanding if he wanted to. And right now, a growing number of realizations were washing over him. The way he had ignored you at times, thinking that it was okay to cut you off just because he had had a long day and craved some rest. He had shoved you out of the way without wondering whether you might have had a busy and exhausting day as well and wanted to talk about it.
God… Javi was a fool. A fool who couldn't understand what he had done to deserve you.
Suddenly, he missed you more than anything. Your sweet, gentle smile, your arms wrapped around his body so possessively, he sometimes felt like a precious prize you had won and never intended to let go of. Despite all the trouble he caused, you saw him and appreciated him for who he was. Well, not right now. And Javi was more than aware of the fact that he had earned your resentment.
He had to make it up to you. He had to somehow merit your mercy and at the very least beg for the opportunity to apologize to you.
He would do that. Tomorrow.
Javi already knew that he probably wouldn't get an hour of sleep, but maybe the determination to see you tomorrow would give him some calm.
The next day, Javi woke up with a headache and a sense of having been ripped from a deep sleep. The first thing he noticed, was your absence, which instantly reminded him of what had happened the other night.
His tired, fuzzy mind could not pretend for a single minute that everything was fine. As he stepped into the living room and headed to the coffee machine, he wished he could drop back onto his bed. But no, Javi had plans for today. He had to make up with you, there was simply no other option. He needed you – hell, who even was he without you? You kept him together, you made him so incredibly happy, and you were the person that always got through to him.
Javi drank his coffee in silence, not distracting himself with a book or the newspapers, but by staring holes into the wall next to him. He prepared what he wanted to say to you in his head, but after a while, he come to the conclusion that it didn't help at all – if anything, it only made him feel more nervous, his stomach twisting and turning at the thought of feeling your aggrieved gaze roaming his face. Javi inhaled, deliberately and slowly, feeling his lungs expand as he sucked in a greedy breath.
In the end, he managed to wait until 3 pm before he decided to show up at your friend's place.
At around 11, he had tried to read a book but had been too distracted. Then, he had started to go through some work files as it usually put his mind elsewhere, but even then, his thoughts had left the topic every few minutes and he had slammed the paper sheets on the table in frustration.
Javi hadn't been able to take a bite of the leftover pasta in the fridge. His stomach bubbled at the memory of the day before when Javi and you had sat down for lunch, eating that very food that was now stocked in the fridge.
Besides, his body didn't feel capable of incorporating anything that wasn't your sweet voice telling him that you would come back home. He forced a glass of water down his throat to moisten his mouth before he determinedly grabbed his and your keys, his jacket and slammed the door shut behind him without feeling a hundred percent sure if he was doing the right thing.
You hadn't said that you would stay with your friend for a longer period of time, but neither had you said that you would come back after one night. He didn't know what he should make of that. Would you throw him out? Would this only deter you from coming back any time soon?
He didn't know, but he would find out soon enough. Because now that Javi had left the apartment, locking the door, he wouldn't go back inside. He would find you, beg you on his knees if necessary and convince you to give him another chance. He would turn his whole life around for you, even if it meant cutting back on work and being there for you more.
A few minutes later, Javi stood in front of an apartment building just a few streets away from his home.
Your best friend Olivia lived in that building, and even he had been here a few times, picking you up for a date or accompanying you to her apartment after he had met you in a café in the early stages of dating.
But now, he was here under pretty different circumstances.
Javi was just about to ring the bell when the door opened and an elderly woman stepped out of the building. That was even better. Perhaps you wouldn't even let him in if he rang the bell.
So, he nodded friendly, entered the building like it was the most natural thing in the world and started his search for Olivia's flat.
He had never actually been inside, so it took him a few minutes to find her surname on one of the doorbell plates on the second floor.
Javi inhaled.
His heart thundered loudly behind his chest, and because it was so quiet in the hallway, it felt even a hundred times louder.
There was a chance that you would slam the door shut the moment you saw his face, but he would try. He would make his best efforts to try and say what he wanted to say to you. All the stuff he had thought about over the past hours – he would put it into words as best as he could and somehow convince you to hear him out.
He knocked on the door, softly and faintly. The motion was so light that for a moment, he wondered if he should do it again. Especially because he didn't hear any footsteps.
But just as his knuckles were about to hit the wooden surface again, the door sprang open, and Javi glared right into your eyes which hardened at his sight.
It wasn't all defiance and anger, though. Something stirred around your pupils, making you look both upset and hurt.
"Javi."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for showing up here, I know you said you needed space. I know, baby. But please, I… I needed to see you. Talk to you."
He rested a hand on the doorframe, pleadingly darting down at you. Your eyes filled with tears at his words, which shattered his soul but also made him think that perhaps he wasn't the only one who had struggled to get through the night without the other person.
"Javi… I – I… You – "
"I know. I know, baby. I messed up. Just please hear me out."
His fingers flinched as though he wanted to reach for your hands but then changed his mind.
"Okay. Come in. Olivia's gone. Working."
Your feet lazily dragged over the floor, stepping aside to allow him to come in. You hauled your slack body to the couch where you dropped onto the cushions while Joel sat down next to you.
He looked upon your face.
Saw the disappointment, the quiet hopelessness etched into the sharp lines around your eyes, and somehow it hurt him more than anything else. Couldn't you just shout at him? Call him a stupid, mean bastard and slap him, if necessary?
"Javi?" you whispered after a while, intwining your hands in your lap.
"Yes."
"I missed you. Yesterday. When I was alone in my bed."
His heartrate quickened.
"You did?"
You softly nodded, absent-mindedly toying with the hem of your jeans as you sat on the couch cross-legged.
"I missed you too. I also missed you when I woke up today."
You didn't react, causing Javi to clear his throat and brace himself to tell him all the things he had planned to.
Of course, his mind was blank all of a sudden.
It didn't mean that the stuff he had thought about had lost its meaning, it was just that seeing you in front of him, so close, so tangible, doubled his fear to lose you. You were there, in his reach. He couldn't lose you.
Every thought was knocked out of his head, his empty, hollow eyes gazing at your profile.
"I'm sorry, y/n," he whispered in the end, hoping that everything would come back to him once he started talking.
"I really am. For – For how I talked to you the other day. I should've taken your words more seriously. Really listen to you. And I'm sorry for how I sometimes talk to you. I – I thought about it a lot – what you said yesterday – and I think I realized that I… that I took you for granted. I thought you would never leave and just… just accept whatever shitty behavior I put on. I thought I could talk to you the way I wanted to and you would just accept it. I'm sorry. You deserve so much better…"
He studied your face precisely for a reaction, but you were yet to show anything in your face, except for the hardness in your features.
"I would like to prove you that I can be better. That I respect and love you. That I don't take you for granted and that I can work on myself. I'm really sorry… The last weeks…. I don't know, I feel like I took my bad mood out on you all the goddamn time and now that I realized it because you told me, I'm so angry at myself."
Another pause, and this time, Javi had to get something. Receive some reaction, even if it was a furious glance. So he stilled, waiting for you to gradually move your head until your eyes caught the shimmer in his pupils.
"I really missed you Javi," you whispered as if you hadn't even heard the monologue he had just delivered. You sniffled, taking a deep breath and twisting your lips like you were thinking.
"I missed you too."
"I-I wanted t-to be cold – and make you suffer. But I think I suffered even more."
Your voice broke at your last word, and the next thing Javi knew, you threw yourself against his chest, face nuzzling his neck.
"It's okay, baby…," he hushed you, hearing you softly whimper against his skin. "I know. I know babygirl."
Javi stroked up and down the back of your head, both soothing your scalp and threading through your hair with his fingers.
"I wanna come back," you murmured after a while, causing him to withdraw to take in your slightly puffy eyes.
"I want you to come back," Javi answered and grasped your hands to maintain more physical contact. "And I will work on myself. Pay attention to your emotions… Appreciate you more. I promise."
You nodded, gaze dropping to your ensnared hands. "Okay…"
"So you're gonna give me another chance, baby?" Javi whispered, his voice sounding almost as if he were short of breath.
"Yes. Yes, Javi, I – I love you. I can't walk away from that."
This time, it was Javi who closed the distance between the two of you, hugging and pressing you against his broad frame.
"Gosh… honey. I love you too. More than anything."
He wrapped a possessive arm around your shoulders as though he meant to keep you like this forever. His mouth came down on your head over and over, nuzzling your brow and tracing along your hairline until you purred like a satisfied cat.
"Will you take me home, Javi?" you said quietly, causing him to hum out.
"Yes. Of course, darling. Gonna take you home… where you belong."
With these words, your boyfriend pulled back, brushing your hair behind your ears and taking your face in both hands.
"I love you, baby," he murmured, kissing the tip of your nose before grabbing your hand. "Let's go home."
And so it happened.
You quickly texted your friend to let her know that Javi and you had made up and then stuffed your belongings into your bag. You hadn't even bothered to take out a lot of your stuff as your heart had somehow clung to Javi too intensely to really allow yourself to settle in your friend's apartment.
Then, the two of you walked back the short way, with his hand always draped around your waist.
It was a peaceful walk – much more pleasant and leisurely than the route to your friend's half an hour ago in Javi's opinion.
Once inside, you threw yourself onto the couch, feeling exhausted even though you had hardly done anything today. Your body was just completely slack and flabby after the emotional distress you had gone through today.
Javi's lips briefly curled at your sight, his coat carelessly thrown over the backrest of a chair before he joined you on the couch. Just as previously in Olivia's apartment, he beckoned you to cuddle up with him, smelling your familiar scent as though he had daydreamed about this moment for months.
"Baby…," he mumbled, roaming up your calves and your side like he intended to touch every inch of your skin while you toyed with the buttons of his shirt.
"Javi…," you whispered though it sounded like an actual question – not just mindless, needy stammering.
"Yes sweetheart," he replied, nudging his nose against your forehead.
"Can we – I wanna be close to you," you demanded, hooking your little finger into the collar of his shirt.
"Yeah? I thought you already were, babygirl…," Javi teased. "You gotta be more specific."
Your eyes sparkled though you could sense the softness in his tone and his features. He wouldn't tease or mock you tonight. He wouldn't make you beg or push you to your limits like he sometimes did. The warm glimmer around his pupils told you that he would give you whatever you desired.
"Please, Javi. Please, fuck me," you whined in a high-pitched voice, eagerly shifting your hips as he tightened his grasp around your waist.
"Okay, baby. Don't you worry… I'm gonna give you what you want. But we're gonna do it in the bedroom. Gonna take my time… Make you feel really good… And we're gonna make it comfortable. Not here on the couch."
You nodded, staring deeply into his brown eyes that seemed to be a link right to his soul. He almost expectantly watched you but then decided to carry you to the bedroom himself, groaning as he stood up in front of the couch.
"Come on, babygirl…" Javi muttered and lifted you under your arms before snaking an arm around the small of your back in order to secure you in his hold.
"You want me to make you feel good… mhm?" His voice was a low, raspy whisper brushing over your ear, goosebumps appearing on your arms almost instantly.
"Yes. Yes Javi, please," you moaned, your heels digging into his side just to feel more of him. Then, he dropped you onto the bed, carefully and gently as though you were made of glass, and took off his shirt. His toned, wide chest was revealed, almost making your mouth water at the view. But before you could touch him and get into the full indulgence of his muscular torso, Javi stripped off his remaining clothes, leaving him as bare as the day he was born.
"Javi," you couldn't help but whimper, thrusting an arm toward him, which made him chuckle.
"Yes… I know, sweetheart."
He was all over you immediately, climbing onto the bed and pressing you into the mattress with the weight of his body – just the way you liked it.
"How do you want it, angel? Talk to me… You want me to fuck you? Or you wanna ride me? Tell me. Whatever it is."
Your lips twisted as you contemplated about his offer, sliding your hands up his arms.
"Fuck me, Javi. Slowly and deeply. Just need you on top of me. So I can see you."
You looked up at him so intensely, your piercing gaze seemed to bore through his head, his face contracting with both lust and fondness.
"Okay, sweetheart. Whatever you like. But you're gonna let me have a taste of your pretty little cunt before, right? So that I can warm you up… Get you ready for me…" Javi's hand already travelled down your body, his touch allusive as his fingers enfolded around your upper thigh.
"Yes. Yes, baby…"
But before he proceeded in order to quench your uncontrollable hunger and prepare you for him, he had to undress your abdomen.
His hands swiftly pulled your shirt over your head and watched your bare chest with delight. No bra… nothing hiding you from his greedy eyes. Javi treated himself to a few minutes of kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples but was well aware of the way your hips wriggled and arched relentlessly. And as his focus was your pleasure and satisfaction, he soon made his way down your body to find that throbbing, blazing hot spot between your legs.
A minute later, your sweatpants were yanked down to your feet, but Javi was too eager to take them off entirely. He just kissed your lower belly, seductively and lubriciously swirling his tongue over your sensitive skin and then getting a first taste for today. You yelped, feeling the tip of his tongue glide through your slit, absorbing and lapping up as much as he could.
"Javi," you sighed as you mussed up his hair and tugged lightly at his roots while he began drinking from your wet opening. His nose was scrunched up against your clit, offering sweet, pointed stimulation on your most sensitive spot. Within seconds, it felt like your already soaked entrance was suffusing Javi's mouth, but he couldn't have felt more pleased and satisfied by the way you opened up for him.
"You taste so amazing, baby, god… I just wanna… Jesus Christ, I just wanna drown right here…"
He seemed almost completely oblivious to what his muffling did to you, merely glancing up for a second before bringing his lips to your bundle of nerves to suck and toy with it. His tongue peeked out to flick it to the side, and he appeared to be so focused on his work that he hardly even registered the noises you produced – your little whimpers and yelps, the way you turned up your nose whenever Javi hollowed his cheeks to create more pressure.
"Javi… Please, so good…," you cried out, mindlessly heaving your hips as though you believed it could change anything about the harrowing tension in your belly. In truth, it could only be slaked by an orgasm, and you hoped that you boyfriend wouldn't edge you too thoroughly tonight.
"I know… You're so soft and wet, sweetheart. So perfect for me. Don't worry, I won't tease you. Gonna make you feel so amazing."
"Y-Yeah?" you whimpered, pushing against the back of his head and rolling your hips into his face.
"Yes, babygirl. Don't worry…" Javi soothingly rubbed over your thighs before diving back between your legs. As if to emphasize what he had just said, his tongue pressed right into your clit, grazing the underside with the tip while his lips kissed your nub.
Now that his major focus was the upper part of your cunt, he plunged two fingers inside your weeping hole to offer additional, internal stimulation to his tongue play. You squealed as he curled his digits, giving preference to exact, precise motions over pistoning his fingers in and out of you. That way, the pads of his middle and ring finger tapped against your velutinous walls and created friction right where the blood rushed in your body.
"I'm close… Javi, I'm so close," you wailed, biting down on your own hand to supress your high-pitched shrieks, but of course your boyfriend would have none of that.
"It's okay, angel. Let it all out, I want you to cum for me. I want you to let me hear how much you enjoy this."
You writhed and wound almost as if you were in pain, your nails scratching his scalp and certainly leaving marks as you howled like a wolf.
"Javiiii," you made and then came hard.
Your back arched off the bed, your whole body squirming and shivering as something inexplicable uncurled in your stomach. The strain and pressure fell away, leaving you a trembling mess desperately clinging to Javi as though your life depended on it.
"That's a good girl… There you go, honey, that's right. So fucking good for me…"
He inhaled the distinct scent of your dousing pussy, drinking your juices until the lower half of his face was glistening with wetness. But as he looked up your body, gaze catching on your chest that was covered in a thin layer of sweat, he didn't look as content and peaceful as you felt. Searing flames were dancing in his eyes, making him look like a feral animal who only waited to strike.
Despite his desires, Javi gave you time to recover from your high, climbing up to lay on top of you while your heartrate roared in your ears. He kissed your flush cheeks, cradled your head and just held you as your dilated pupils settled on his face.
"That was so nice… I love you," you whispered, your lower lip trembling dangerously.
"Hey… Hey, look at me, darling. I love you too. I'm here. I know I wasn't here the past weeks. Or maybe I was here but I didn't treat you like I wanted to be here. That's over now. I promise you, I'm here, baby. I'm always gonna take care of you. Always gonna be what you need, angel."
You sniffed, a single tear rolling down your face. It wasn't something that worried Javi though, and he was right about it. You were not sad. It was just your body's way of processing the fact that your longing was finally coming to an end. Finally, he was here for you, really here. The Javi you had fallen in love with. The Javi who had held you in his arms after a long day of work, who had carried you to the bedroom when you had fallen asleep during one of his favorite movies that was incredibly boring in your opinion.
"Javi?" you murmured, running a hand over his cheek to feel the stiff hair beneath your soft skin.
"Yeah?"
"Can you fuck me? Please." He grunted hoarsely, nuzzling your neck with his mouth.
"You sure?"
"Yes. More than anything."
With these words, you snaked your legs around his waist to show him that you were ready and open for him, and luckily, Javi didn't need to be asked a third time.
"Okay darling. Whatever you need."
He was already undressed, so seconds later, he dragged his turgid, red tip through your folds, prodding your entrance after a short stop at your clit.
"I love you, baby. And I'm never gonna treat you the way I did the past weeks again. I promise. I'm not gonna risk losing you again."
You cupped his cheek, looking into his brown deer eyes as he thrust into you.
He gave you a minute to get used to his veiny, thick girth, but you signalized him to start moving by wriggling your hips.
"You're insatiable today, aren't you…," Javi grinned, sliding a hand from your shoulder down to your waist as he slowly dragged himself out of you to start fucking you.
"Javi…," you just moaned, unable to say anything else. It was his cue to bring his thumb to your stiff clit in the same moment as his hips snapped forward. Your gasp was swallowed by his lips pressing against yours, your body on fire as his cock stretched your sticky walls.
"Holy shit," he whirred and grabbed the side of your face with his free hand to generate even more physical contact and preferably coalesce with you.
He pounded your pussy steadily, focusing on how full and complete he was able to make you feel rather than fucking you raw. Javi went slowly, each thrust deliberate and prudent – with the purpose of showering you with unspoken love by the way he glided inside you.
"Baby… Baby, please look at me. You take me so well, so fucking beautiful."
His fingers tightened around your face just a little bit to remind you to maintain eye contact with him. He loved to see your eyes round up, losing their sharpness and wit as he fucked you dumb.
"There we go… Good girl," he praised you as you locked eyes with him, a fuzzy veil clouding your view.
"Javi… You're so deep. Fuck," you whimpered and briefly looked down your body where he was disappearing inside you.
"I know, baby. Right here, mhm?"
His flat palm pressed against your lower tummy, right where it felt as though he was rearranging your internal organs. He wasn't in any way aggressive or brutal, but the impact of his thrusts was enough to make your burning head spin.
"I want you to cum a second time. And then I fill you up, okay?"
You nodded, your grip on his face becoming firmer. "Do you want that? Do you want me to cum inside you?"
Another nod, and this time your eyes pinched shut like the thought was too much to handle.
"Even though you know the risks, honey? You would like to carry my child?"
Your heels dug into his lower back, frustratingly trying to pull him closer.
"Yes… Yes, Javi. I want that."
Neither of you knew what you were saying. Based on the bemused expression on your face, you were in another world, maybe even another universe. And Javi was gobbled by a blind, ferocious lust to claim every part of you, which made him forget all about the fact that a pregnancy wouldn't exactly fit into both of your lives right now.
That last "Please Javi, cum inside me" out of your mouth marked his end. In the same moment as he drove you over the edge with a few soft circles around your bundle of nerves, Javi spilled inside you, coating your walls with his seed.
The two of you warbled, gasped, moaned, and growled as you melted together into a tangle of arms and legs, holding onto each other.
As the sensation abated, Javi slowly lifted his head that had nestled against the crook of your neck and panted heavily with his mouth agape.
"Baby… I love you so much," he breathed, drawing patterns over your blotchy, ruddy cheeks.
"I love you too," you answered in the same moment as your boyfriend dropped onto the bed next to you. You were incredibly tired even though it was only late afternoon, but after an emotionally stirring day like this one and two enthralling orgasms, it was no surprise to you.
"Oh god… You're incredible, y/n. I'm so glad you're back."
His voice was quiet, much softer and gentler than his usual tone when talking to anyone who wasn't you.
"Me too. I don't wanna spend another night separated from you."
Javi rolled onto his side, toying with strands of your messy hair as he contemplated about what to say next.
"What do you think about… you know, me cumming inside you? You wanted it, right?"
You smiled shyly, looking down at his hands.
"Yeah. I wanted it, Javi."
"Good. But still, if you… if you decide you don't wanna risk it, I can get you the morning after pill. I just want you to feel safe and comfortable."
You closed the distance between the two of you, kissing him tenderly before answering.
"Thank you. But if… if that's what you want too, I think I would like to risk it. Maybe nothing happens, but… I don't know, I think I would like to see what happens?"
You uncertainly glanced at his face, a nervous twinkle appearing in your eyes, but you relaxed at Javi's reassuring smile.
"Yeah. I would like that too."
"Good," you replied, allowing him to pull you closer.
"It's still so early…," you sighed after a while and glared up at the ceiling while your boyfriend adoringly studied your profile. "But I don't feel like getting out of bed," you added, smirking as he kissed along your collarbone.
"I know. I just wanna stay here."
"Then let's do it. Nothing stopping us, right?"
Javi kissed up your neck, then nibbled at your chin. "Yeah. I just hope it won't give me ideas… Lying here with you."
"Ideas?" you giggled, squirming and jerking on the bed. "Maybe I want you to have ideas."
You tilted your head to kiss him and then suddenly crawled to lay on top of him with your knees on either side of his hips.
"I love you," you muttered as though you hadn't said it to him a million times already today.
"And I love you, baby. I love you so much and I can't believe I'm so bad at showing it sometimes. But I'm gonna try, baby, I swear. No, I'm not gonna try, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna be a better boyfriend. Just like you deserve it."
"I know. I know, Javi…," you murmurated, smiling against his neck while Javi held you close – almost as if to make sure nothing and no one could separate the two of you again.
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New Years
Two weeks. Two weeks since the last time you and Javi had sex, you’d been spending too much time with Fede and he was burying himself in work. The problem was, every time he showed up, your heart still raced and something burned inside of you. Something that made you feel terrible.
The week before, it had been Christmas and the DEA director allowed you to spend three days in the US with your family. Great times, sweaters, gingerbread competitions and a lot of snuggles from your parents and siblings. But when you came back there wasn’t a day you weren’t at Federico’s house.
The fear that it had become something more serious was consuming you, the guilt. Choosing Fede meant that you had to let Javier go, and you didn’t know if you wanted that. Fede was comfortable, he was caring and loving. Javi was fire, passion and also loving, when he wanted to be. But one had a future and the other was “just sex”.
As you walked inside the DEA building with Fede by your side, there was a crowd gathered in front of a wall. And you knew the reason: the New Year’s schedule. Since you begged for a day off on Christmas, your name was probably there. Javi saw you from his desk and smirked.
“I asked Juan to give me the days off” Fede muttered “My family wants me to travel to El Corzo”
“That’s nice!” you smiled, stroking his arm “You need some time with them”
“Too bad I can’t take you” he grinned, and you swallowed.
The paper showed you something you were wishing didn’t happen: you and Javi would be the duo in the office on the 31st. If Steve had made this schedule, there was no way he would put you two together. But Juan had no idea. That was the reason behind Javi’s smirk, then.
“Javier, huh?” Fede hissed, he knew something was going on between you two
“Yes” you breathed out a laugh “I’m fucked”
“I hope not” he didn’t look at you, his voice was firm
“Ouch, that was harsh” you widened your eyes at him “Why would you say that?”
“I’m sorry” he begged “I just-”
“That was completely rude. Why would you think that?” you closed your eyes and shook your head “Excuse me, I have to get to work”
“Baby, I-”
But you didn’t let him finish the sentence, turning your back and storming to your desk. Javier watched everything, savouring the moment you ignored and got angry with your little boyfriend. Fede’s eyes found the taunting smile on Javier’s face. His suspicions were getting higher each day that passed.
You felt Javi’s eyes following you, not even looking away when you looked at him. Angry. You knew he was enjoying this, smirking at you. All he wanted was for you and Fede to fight and for him to be alone with you in the DEA.
Even though you were pretending not to, the idea of staying alone with Javier there excited you. And knowing he still desired you also was something that made you happy. Fede was an asshole, but he was right. Javi would fuck you.
“So…” Steve rolled his eyes “You two, here, alone?”
“What?” you asked, widening your eyes and your voice came out higher than expected “Now everyone thinks I’m a fucking whore?”
“Sorry!” Steve raised his hand in surrender “I didn’t mean to”
“She must be PMSing” Javi chuckled, looking at his pen
“Shut up!” you muttered, showing him your middle finger “Men are such idiots. I think I will invest in women now”
“Women are fantastic, you should definitely try, I love them” Javi looked up
“Oh, I know you do!” you rolled your eyes “The brothel owners are getting rich off your money”
“Ouch!” he placed his hand on his chest “Just because your boyfriend hurt you, doesn’t mean you have to lash out at us”
“You two!” Steve said a bit too loudly “Enough!”
The day went by faster than expected, you were trying to think of another strategy to try and catch Escobar. Steve was schematizing another operation in one of Escobar’s known favorite brothels. Javier got the tip and you wondered how. Probably from inside a whore’s pussy.
The thought made you angry for some reason. Your heart squeezed and your jaw tightened. Javier noticed, even without knowing the reason behind this reaction. For you, the day was already going so well, what else could happen? At least you were leaving early that day.
Fede was sitting at his desk when you walked to the exit door, he stood up fast and ran after you. Catching you before you got to the taxi stand. His hand held your arm and you turned to face him.
“I’m sorry, baby” he muttered again, eyes staring deep into yours
“I didn’t like that at all” your jaw was tight, eyes narrowed “I’m not a whore, Fede”
“I know, I would never think that” he stroked the arm he was holding “It’s just-”
“Just?” you tilted your head, eyebrow raised
“Nothing” his tongue poked his cheek
“Are you scared of Javier?”
“Should I?” Fede tilted his head
“No” you swallowed “He is my work partner and friend”
Fede noticed how nervous you got with his question, however, he wasn’t willing to have a fight with you or get you angry at him. Not now. So he just smiled and brushed his thumb against your cheek.
“Have a safe trip!” you smiled and nodded
“Thank you!” he said quietly “Can I get a kiss?”
You thought it through, and after licking your lips you stood on your toes, reaching his lips, pressing yours against his. Fede’s arms slid around your waist, pulling you closer. You pushed him back gently and turned your back, getting inside the cab. Guilt consumed you, Fede was feeling it, he was right. He should be scared of Javi.
Why? You had no idea. But he should.
Steve left you both a pile of reports to fill in. Of course he did, not wanting to give you even a chance to do anything else. You stood in front of your desk, looking at that pile, wondering what the fuck you were doing with your life. And just one minute later you felt that scent - perfume, whiskey and cigarettes.
“We have a lot of work to do, huh?” he whispered, making you shiver
“Yes we do!” you gave a step forward
“Will you continue with this nonsense?” he muttered
“Nonsense?” you turned to face him, hands on your hips
“Yes!” Javi’s hand fell to his side, slapping his thigh “I was doing exactly what we agreed to.”
You swallowed because Javier was right. You were not one to ask for more, the agreement was just sex, the only feeling involved was your friendship. And that was why you both acted affectionate towards each other. At least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of.
Still in silence, thinking about what you just heard, you walked up to your desk, sitting at it and watching as Javi sat at his. His eyes on you. Maybe he was right and you shouldn’t be mad. The night would be long.
The door shut after the last officer left the DEA, making your heart race. Silence never happened around there. You kept your eyes down on the paper you were reading. The only sounds were paper shuffling and pencil scratching - Javi’s, not yours.
He was focused, or at least made it seem like he was. The flickering dim light of his desk lamp made him even more handsome. You loved when Javi was focused, when his brows were furrowed and lips pouting. For the first time in the last two hours you raised your gaze at him, and he felt it immediately, lifting his head.
That smile, stupid ass crooked smile, the one that he knew you loved, the one that made you melt. And he got what he wanted. You were completely melted by him. You didn’t smile back though, trying to keep your composure. It wouldn’t be easy tonight.
“Why so much paperwork? Bureaucracy sucks” Javi muttered, tossing his pen down and leaning back against his chair
“You’re being dramatic, Peña” you sighed, rolling your eyes “At least everything is peaceful. And you’re here with me, what else could you ask for?”
“I could ask for my partner to stop the bullshit” he smirked “But well, better than going home to an empty apartment”
“It’s never empty, Javier” you tilted your head, raising your eyebrows “You’re never alone”
“The last few months I haven’t” his gaze dropped to your lips “Only for a couple of weeks”
“Let’s get back to work” your face stiffened
And you looked down at your paperwork, even though concentration was impossible. Being alone in the DEA office with Javier Peña was always a terrible situation. Tempting. It was always good sex in the office.
“Trouble in paradise?” Javier broke the silence “Your prince charming fucked up?”
“I don’t want to talk about this, Javier” you muttered “And it’s none of your business”
“Of course it does, his loss is my win” he smirked
“I’m not a prize” you looked up at him, standing to go get water, eyebrows furrowed
“You are, and a gold medal” he stood up too, biting his lower lip
“Oh god!” you rolled your eyes, walking past him “You say this now”
“I can say this always” he held your arm
“He suspects about us” you finally admitted, voice low
“Of course he does” Javi was teasing you “We have the chemistry he doesn’t have. And I bet I fuck you better”
“Stop saying this” his face was inches from yours
“Why?” he chuckled, lips almost touching yours “Because it is true?”
“You’re so cocky” your eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes
“And you love my cockiness” his teeth found your lip “And my cock”
“Fuck you, Javier Peña” you stayed there, not moving your face, but biting your own lip “I bet it wasn’t on your resolutions to kiss the woman of your life”
“And I bet you never imagined having the best sex of your whole life” his lips brushed against yours “I think we should drink to those accomplishments”
“Drink?” you bit your lip
Javi stepped back, a very teasing smile stretched across his face. He disappeared into the small cafeteria. You had no idea if this should happen, but not thinking was the best option. He came back with a bottle of fancy champagne and two mugs. You stared, surprised.
“Since when do we have fancy champagne in the office?” you narrowed your eyes
“Since tonight” he had that slow, smug and devastating Peña smile
He stopped in front of you, too close, setting the mugs on your desk, his arms brushing against your waist, eyes on yours the whole time. Your breath caught. He stood and smiled, walking back to his desk, leaning against it.
“You know…” he muttered, voice lower now “I didn’t imagine spending New Year's doing paperwork. With you.”
“Believe me…” you raised your eyebrows “Neither did I. I mean, with you.”
Javi held the bottle, and popped it with a soft crack, making your heart skip a beat. The way he looked at you, like he was already fucking you with only his eyes.
“You know midnight is in five minutes, right?” he came closer again, filling the mugs
“Oh, are we counting down together now?” you teased “How romantic”
“I’m not romantic” he lied so easily, handing you your mug
“Not at all” you giggled, sarcastically “But tonight you even bought fancy champagne, trying hard”
“It is to handle the paperwork” he smirked
“Liar… it's for the pussy” you corrected him
Javier laughed, a teasing grin opening on his lips. Eyes roaming your body up and down. The things he was planning to do to you, nothing pure. But everything to start the year the way he loved. Fucking you.
“Maybe” Javi raised his mug “To a year full of great fucks”
“Asshole!” you giggled but clinked anyway “To a year full of great fucks”
You both looked at each other in silence for a moment, the only noise was the fluorescent lights humming above, as you sipped on the fancy champagne out of your cheap mugs. The Bogotá night stretched and cheered endlessly beyond the windows.
Javier watched the clock and you watched him watching the clock. 11:59, he exhaled through his nose - soft, almost nervous. You'd never seen him nervous. But his gaze on you made your stomach flip and your heart skip a beat.
“Thirty seconds” he muttered
You didn’t answer, instead, you tilted your head with a smirk. Javi set his mug down, slowly, his body dangerously close. The room seemed to tighten around you two. His gaze dropped to your lips again, just like yours.
“Ten seconds” he got even closer, now your bodies pressed up
The mug in your hand was set aside too, your heart pounding with anticipation. You didn’t say a word, only watched him with that teasing smile on your face.
“Five”
Javier’s hand cupped your face
“Four”
You bit your lip, his forehead pressed against yours
“Three”
His nose brushed yours
“Two”
His thumb lightly touched your lower lip.
“One”
The fireworks outside announced the New Year, as Javier's mouth crashed into yours. It wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It was hungry. He was always hungry for you, but that night, the longing made it different. From that moment, you both had no idea where to touch or hold.
Javi’s hand threaded in your hair and pulled you even closer. Your hand fisted his shirt, desperate. His free hand slid to your waist, fingers digging in as he walked you backward, step by torturous step. Your hips bumped into the edge of the desk first, Javi threw the papers aside, propping you to sit on the edge, standing between your thighs.
Tongues slid together in that synchrony that you had only with him. Moaning into his mouth, his tongue thrusting deeper. The champagne’s taste lingered on it, now his hand went up your thighs, he grinded against your soaking wet pussy.
“Fuck” he breathed, your lips were still close “Happy New Year, hermosa”
Both of you panting, foreheads pressed together, both pairs of eyes burning with desire. You needed Javier, just as he needed you. His cock throbbing inside his pants, feeling your pussy already pulsing.
“I need to start my year having a taste of you” he growled, looking up at you
“What if I don’t want you to?” you teased, tilting your head
“Don’t you?” he raised one eyebrow
You didn't say anything, simply pulled him into another kiss, his hands opening the buttons of your pants as yours unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. Javi dropped to his knees as he pulled your pants and panties down, exposing your pussy to him.
He groaned, it was a deep guttural sound, that you felt vibrating along your core, he had never done that. Before diving in, Javi gave you a kiss on each side of your inner thighs, then licked a long flat stripe from your ass to your clit, making you moan and arch your back.
“Fuck, Javi!” you gasped
“Dios mío!” he muttered against your skin, he knew you loved when he spoke Spanish to you “I missed your taste”
“Shut up and eat me out!” you laughed
Javier chuckled, going back to you, but there was no mercy now, he sucked your clit between his lips, his tongue licking you, every inch. He was devoted, like never before. His hand gripped your thighs, spreading you wider with his broad shoulders, his fingers buried deeper, he wanted to mark you, make sure Fede knew you were his.
A loud and unrestrained moan left your mouth, he buried his face deeper. All you heard were the wet sounds of his mouth working on you, fingers tangling in his hair. Your orgasm was being built, a finger entering you without warning, moving and curling inside of you, your head falling back.
“Baby” you whispered, making Javi stop for a minute, the word wasn’t supposed to leave your mouth “Fuck!” your hips were grinding against his mouth
One of Javi’s hands slipped up under your shirt, squeezing your breast as he inserted a second finger, pumping desperately and deep inside of you. The desk creaked under your weight, his groans were muffled against your slick pussy.
And after two weeks, you came in his mouth, the orgasm hitting you like a wave, your walls clenching as you screamed his name, flooding his mouth with your cum. He drank all of you, leaving nothing behind. He missed your taste, not stopping until you were trembling, oversensitive and whimpering.
Javi rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cupping and pulling your face to his, you tasted yourself in his mouth, his tongue sliding greedily too. You reached down for his belt, opening it, hands shaking as his lips kissed your neck.
“Did you miss me?” you asked low, against his lips, looking into his eyes
“Maybe” he teased
Your hands met his neck, pulling him, lips crashing again, like an explosion. It was messy, teeth clashing, hands sliding down to shove his pants down, freeing his thick and heavy cock, already so hard for you and leaking pre-cum. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking firmly, and he hissed, hips jerking into your grip.
“I think you did, and that I drive you insane” you bit his lip, pulling it
“Cocky” he chuckled
“Your friend is telling me a different story” you whispered against his lips, making him shiver “I admit that you eat me out like no one”
Javier’s cock twitched in your hands, and your mouth watered, making you slide off the desk and drop to your knees on that terribly worn carpet. He was pulsing, and you licked a stripe from his base to his head, sucking it shallowly, he groaned, his head falling back.
Greedily, you went down, taking him all into your mouth, sucking deep, your tongue swirling around his shaft. Your eyes stayed on his the whole time. You bobbed down, taking him deeper and deeper, your hands helping you reach where your mouth couldn’t. His groans grew more frequent and one hand fisted your hair, shutting his eyes.
“Cariño” he groaned “Shit!”
Your cheeks hollowed to make it tighter, bobbing relentlessly. There was only the sound of your mouth working on his cock, going down completely and letting him go with a pop. Saliva dripped down. He thrusted, fucking your mouth shallowly. You knew Javi, his breath getting hitched.
“Too fucking good-fuck-stop-I’m gonna” Javier pulled you off just in time, helping you stand and lifting you back up onto the desk.
He positioned himself between your thighs again, rubbing his cock along your soaked pussy, biting his lower lip before slamming it deep inside of you. Both of you moaned, the desk creaking. Javi fucked you hard, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded strongly into you, hitting that spot every time. Building you to another peak.
“Javi, baby” you cried out “Harder, baby, harder!” nails raking down his back and his hips snapping with desperation.
“Fuck, cariño.” he breathed.
Your second orgasm ripped through you, your pussy clenching around his cock, nails digging into his shoulder as you screamed his name. Javi didn’t stop, he thrusted through your pulses, holding you close to him as you recovered, stroking your hair.
Javi pulled out only to help you down from the desk, his hard cock slapping your butt as he bent you over the desk. Your face pressed against the scattered reports and your ass up. He entered you from behind, one hand on your hip and the other tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to arch your back.
The new angle allowed Javi to go deeper, his balls slapping against your clit with every brutal thrust. The window was reflecting both of you - your flushed face and chest, his contorted with pleasure, ab muscles flexing with the effort. It was a private screen where you were the protagonists of the greatest porn ever.
“Cariño” the word left his mouth in a groan, it started to become something usual, normal.
He thrusted even harder, you felt it, the slip was a message, and made the heat between you burn brighter. Javier reached down, fingers circling your clit, slowly. He bit your shoulder and you shattered again, around him. Your walls fluttered as waves of pleasure overwhelmed you.
His arm held you up, keeping you steady as you enjoyed your climax. Continuing to thrust, letting out a loud feral grunt as he took his cock out and followed you, stroking it and spilling his hot cum on your lower back. Javi groaned until his groans faltered, taking every single drop with his hand. Then he leaned on top of you, peppering your back with kisses, panting.
“Best fuck of your life?” Javi asked, laughing
“I can’t say yes, or else your cockiness will grow 150%” you smiled
“I’ll get toilet paper” he whispered against your sensitive skin “So I can clean up the mess”
Javi’s hand roamed your back, feeling the heat of your skin. Not wanting to take his cum from you, leaving you marked as his. Although you weren't his. This was just sex, and if you both wanted to continue fucking, that had to be a clear rule. He stepped back, taking a look at your body, so beautiful.
After getting the toilet paper and cleaning you up, slowly and devotedly. You both put on your clothes and took the cups again, like you didn’t just fuck the life out of each other. Leaning against the desk, you and Javi drank the champagne as you watched the fireworks that were still going strong outside.
Javi’s hand slid to your waist, pulling you close, your head on his shoulder. And you simply allowed yourself to enjoy the moment, warm bodies pressed together. For a moment both of you just forgot about everything. It was just a quick and tender moment that ended once the fireworks did too.
Your tired face sparked something in him, something he’d never felt before. Javi turned you to face him, and stroked your hair back, fingertips brushing your cheek as he kissed your forehead. You could feel the tenderness that took your breath away.
“Go rest a bit” he muttered, voice almost inaudible “I can finish the paperwork for you.”
“Are you sure?” you asked, brushing your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw “We’re both supposed to be working tonight, and there is a lot to do.”
“And we did” he chuckled, kissing the corner of your mouth “Just… not the way the DEA expected.”
“Don’t come at me with a bill later, I won’t pay you” you smirked and raised your eyebrow
“Oh, shit, that’s exactly what I wanted” he chuckled, turning you around and slapping your ass, pushing you toward the couch.
Something inside you switched again. Every time you’re convinced that you’ll accept the “just sex” fate, you lose. Getting caught up in thoughts that weren’t supposed to be there. You lay down, the leather creaking under you and Javi took his jacket, draping it over you, like a blanket.
His smell was there - cologne, cigarettes and something else, warm, but still unknown to you.
“I know deep deep down you love me, Javier Peña” you murmured with a sleepy grin.
“Maybe deep deep deep down…” he muttered, looking away quickly, hiding a smile.
Maybe both of you already knew the truth, just neither was ready to say it and own the decision to go along with your feelings. Not admitting it was safer, more comfortable.
Javi returned to his desk, looking over at you for just a few minutes. His chest rising and falling heavily, the alcohol, the sex and the long day not leaving room for a fight. He tried to focus on the papers, to think about what to write in them. But his eyes couldn’t stop glancing at you.
The way you slept with one hand curled close to your face. The way your lips parted slightly when you dreamed, sometimes even moving. The way you looked nothing like the woman who moaned his name against his neck, he never saw you just like a sex toy, never. You’ve always been more.
“Feliz ano novo, cariño”
Javi touched your arm and shook you a bit, holding a steaming cup of coffee. You took a moment to open your eyes, your head aching from the champagne, but the sight of Javi smiling in front of you was different. The smile was warmer than the coffee.
“Good morning, agent Peña” you mumbled, smiling, eyes still fighting to stay open.
“You look like trash!” he chuckled, kicking your leg playfully “Better get your shit together, the other agents will arrive soon for the shift”
“First of all, fuck you” you rolled your eyes “Second of all, you should take a look in the mirror, handsome”
“You should be thanking me” he narrowed his eyes “I finished everything for you”
“Oh, thank you, Javier Peña, my hero!” you muttered teasingly “What do you want as a thank you?”
“You know what I want” he bit his lower lip “But right now you can give me a kiss. A morning kiss to kick off the new year right”
“Oh, just admit it, you’re completely and unconditionally in love with me” you teased, laughing under your breath as you pulled his shirt.
You kissed him, it was slow, warm, and different. His arms slid around your waist as he pulled you upright, still kissing you like he had nowhere else to be. And like nobody could catch you red-handed.
“C’mon” he whispered against your lips, stepping back as he heard the door “Let’s have some coffee”
Agent Dominguez appeared in the hallway as you and Javi picked up your things, ready to leave. He laughed, but you were tired and just wanted to go home. Not knowing which one. Both of you walked to the same hallway and once you passed Fede’s desk you felt guilt creeping in.
With the help of some lovely moots I've put together a rec list of future classic Pedro character fanfics. You know those fics that you read ages ago, but you think about every so often even years after you read them? These are some WIPs or recently finished fanfics that are sure to become Classics. 💫
I've divided them by character. If you read any of these please like/kudos and Comment! That's the best way to help turn these WIP into the classics they will one day become (and maybe even get a sequel or two😉) It's hard to tell if it's a real person or a bot in a hit count these days so interaction is the only gauge to go by for writers. If you don't know what to say you can just tell them "This feels like a future classic!💕" - You can even copy paste that.
We're starting with Din in honour of this being Mandalorian and Grogu month ...
Din Djarin
An Unexpected Meeting by @keeshya6 -A long running WIP and personal favourite of mine. A princess saves Din's life and then Din returns the favour... unfortunately for both of them it comes with strings (or chain codes) attached and reader becomes Din's slave. They navigate their feelings and power dynamics, as well as raising a tiny green baby together. Also, reader is a badass.
Teenage Dirtbag, Baby by @awkwardpaws - Move over Dawson's Creek there's a new Angsty teenage love triangle in town. And it's an early 2000's Earth!Din AU. With Din/Paz/Bo and other familiar aspects of the Mandalorian universe brought right down to earth. It's a prequel to the recently completed (and excellent) Din/Cobb fic Falling Slowly.
Country Roads by @itsjuststardust - Din isn't in Navarro anymore but he might be in ...Kansas? Din is dropped on a nurses truck by a tornado in middle America. Reader can't quiet believe he's an alien with a little green baby, but she takes them in anyway. (I mean who wouldn't?).
Losing My Religion by @oonajaeadira - Set post season 2, a Mandalorian comes looking for F!Jedi/Healer Reader with an assignment from an old friend, sending you on a mission and a union that you both need. It's soft, it's tender, the world building and the characters are so well written. I loved losing myself into that story.
Payment by @annwrites24 - Raised as a servant to reader's half-sister on her home planet of Nharia, she find herself married to the king of an ancient warrior race, who happens to be a reluctantly wed Din Djarin. Their union is set to keep the peace between their two peoples. Could this arranged political marriage ever be anything more than loveless treaty?
Javier Peña
Inertia by @half-moon16 - Javier and F!Reader work together at the DEA, there's tension there, the question is who will set thing into motion and cross the line between co-workers.
Crosshairs by @rosharanfiction - There's something about Jackson’s newest resident that gets under Joel’s skin. It’s not just Javier Peña’s cocky attitude that Joel can’t stand - it’s his tight pants and his too-smooth voice, and especially the way he’s sleeping with half of Jackson.Its a Javier Peña x Joel Miller (so you know you're gonna get 2 things, grumpiness and hotness)
Haunted by @cozymochaa- Javier is sent for undercover work to take down the cartel. He finds his in with the drug lord's secret daughter, but quickly learns that Reader nothing like your father. The lines between his job and his desire to protect her start to blur, forcing him to make a difficult decision.
Life with Javier Peña by @pascalispunkczechia. Written in the form of journal entries from Javier’s point of view. It's a collection of beautiful little slice of life moment between Javier and his wife.
Somewhere Only We Know by @milla-frenchy : Friends to lovers between Javier and Reader it's story about two people who are very dear to each other, but too scared to turn their friendship into something else. They search for each other in other people and places until fate brings them back together at the right time
Ezra
I don't have any Ezra multi chapter WIPs to rec... but do I have one coming 😉. For now I'm going to Rec a lovely little one shot that came out recently.
Little Dove by @bergamote-catsandbooks - Ezra and Cee make it off the green, but Ezra is hurt and feverish. He reflects on his past choices as Cee tries to keep him awake. (I tired to get them to make it a series, but alas some things are perfect as they are... short and sweet.)
Frankie Morales
More Than Letters- (@almostfoxglove)- A love story about pen pals that somehow lost their way. Filled with angst, miscommunication, lost presents, yearning, heartbreak and hopefully a happy ending.
The Boyfriend Act by @capuccinodoll - Frankie x f!reader - A beautifully Frankie story. Santiago's sister and Frankie Morales have never gotten along, but faced with an ex's wedding and a big overly involved family the two make a deal to pretend to be together, which should work... so long as they don't kill each other first...
Small Things of a Whole by @sawymredfox
Beautifully written snippets of a tender relationship between Benny and Frankie.
The Devil's Pilot by @vodkaandpizza (shameless self-rec😉) - Ex-addict Frankie Morales is doing his best to be a good father to his daughter. On the straight and narrow and out of the military he gets a job flying a helicopter for the San Antonio DEA. As a result he meets a smart-mouthed, fast-talking investigative reporter who also happens to be the step-daughter of legendary DEA Agent Javier Peña
... What could possibly go wrong?
Clint Flood
(guys we need more muti chapter clint fics!)
Somebody Else by @rosharanfiction - Reader is a waitress at a diner by day and a call girl by night. The regular she's been crushing on, a lonely single dad named Clint books his regular waitress for the night in an attempt to get used to intimacy again since the tragic loss of his wife.
(It's completed, and a one-shot, but the author might be making another part -or is that wishful thinking- and it's my favourite Clint fic so it counts ok?)
The Man and the Moon by @vodkaandpizza - Clint finds himself in a tiny northern Canadian harbour and gets a job as a cook in the harbour marina's restaurant. When autumn comes and the seasonal resident leave for the city a mysterious woman shows up on a beach across the from the marina. Clint sees her every night as the seasons change he gets to know her and the rest of the locals a whole lot better.
Marcus Acacius
The General by @juletheghoul - Marcus Acacius x f!reader - General Marcus has strengthened his reputation as a strong, capable, brutal man. Reader can't help but want him though, and he can't seem to help himself either. -It's hot and steamy, and then they start having feelings
Mistress of puppets by @myownwholewildworld - Concubine Marcus x Queen reader - A collection of steamy tales where Reader is a Queen and Marcus is her concubine...more please!
The Lesser Of Two Evils by @orcasoul - General Marcus Acacius x reader (Gladiator II) - OFCReader is and enemy of both Rome and the Germanic people. She is living a life of servitude and despair, until her life is upended by a mysterious Roman General...
This Never Happened by @rosharanfiction - Modern AU - Reader hooks up with a man -with great hair - in a bar right before she starts her new job as an attorney for a real estate developer. Which would have been fine if that man didn't turn out to be her new boss...
Pero Tovar
Fate Unbound by @avastrasposts - Pero is a thrall during the 12th century Viking era. He makes a pact with the daughter of his captor, turning foes into unlikely allies. It's beautifully written and has great historical elements. Her Pero is excellent as well.
Harry Castillo
The Ex Education by @missadangel - Reader married Harry when they were young. They and in the same weathy circles in New York. When it didn't work out reader left the city to heal. Years later her Family's fallen hard times which land reader working for her Ex husband... what could go wrong...
Oberyn Martell
I Seek A Prince Of Poisons to Brew for Me a Flame by @oonajaeadira - F!Reader has two agendas on your mission to the palace at the Water Gardens of Dorne. One is business. One is a secret. But Ellaria and Oberyn have their own plans for her.
Joel Miller
Finding hope in you by @shadowqueen2024 - After Reader's husband died on one of the supply runs Tommy organized, leaving her and her 5-year-old daughter alone she is lost. Then Joel and Ellie settle down in Jackson after their trip to the Fireflies. As a favour to Maria, he meets reader and her daughter. It’s slow burn with angst.
Unexpected by @orcasoul - An unplanned pregnancy stirs up trouble for Reader and Joel as they work through fears new and old.
What if @bluestar22x - Joel x f!reader - Imagine, a Choose Your Adventure, set in Jackson, where you can fall in love with Joel, decide what happens in every step? It sounds too good to be true? Well it exists! And it needs to get more attentions!
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @auteurdelabre - A soul mate AU where OFC and her cousin have the same tattoo... and so does Joel Miller. that's okay OFC doesn't care about could mates, but her little cousin is ecstatic to have found hers...
From the Ground Up by @ak-vintage - After getting laid off from her job and forced to start over again, Reader is forced to move back in with her parents where she gets a jobs working at her Dad's bet friend - Joel's construction business. (A great story with the characters are fully fleshed, and a well set the plot. )
Healed by @whocaresstillthelouvre - Joel x f!reader - Joel survies his encounter with Abby and Reader - Jackson's newest resident is tasked with healing him. (Oh this is so soft, so beautiful. It's the peace and quiet Joel deserves. Reading it is like drinking a warm beverage in a cosy blanket. -@bardot49 with a poetic referral)
Nothing Left by @nonbinairyboi - Nonbinary!reader who hasn't spoken in years settles in Jackson. When Joel and Ellie show up they can't help but be drawn to the curious duo. (This is such a well researched, beautifully written story. The subjects are heavy, but they are treated with so much care and love. - @bardot49)
Dividers by @diviniyea and @dividers-are-us-are-us
Thank-you to everyone who helped put this together with great recs!: @bardot49 @bergamote-catsandbooks @awkwardpaws @grogusmum @galway-girlatwork @hystericalanduseless9 let me know if you rec's something and I missed it!
Writers let me know if you want anything removed!
We'll se how this goes. I will hopefully be putting together a classics one. But I really wanted to highlight great flics being written right now and hopefully get the writers some great engagement to put some motivation in those typing fingers! Never underestimate the power of a comment!
Thanks for the boost to find these fics please also spread this far and wide so people can read these fics!: @sawymredfox @pedroscurls @cozymochaa @annwrites24 @rosharanfiction @littlemisspascal @aurorawritestoescape @tateypots @mcthsman @myownwholewildworld @kokoluwie @bluestar22x @shadowqueen2024 @charline97 @pedroncigarettes @perfectpoetrybluebird @severelysentientnova @cuteanimalmama @joelmillerspnk @gothcsz @indigirlunited @milla-frenchy @pascalispunkczechia @verybigvag @xstrawberrycigarette @pentechnics
Summary: Frankie finds your panties in his pocket and his mind starts wandering.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, Frankie is horny and sooo in love, established relationship, m!masturbation, daydreaming of fem!oral, unprotected piv, creampie, swearing.
Word count: 1,1k
A/n: Happy Frankie Friday, loves🧢 I got inspired/horny and wrote this little thing. Thanks to my baby @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and to @cursed-carmine for the dividers. Hope y’all will enjoy the story♥️
Frankie Morales Masterlist || MASTERLIST
Frankie’s at work when he finds your panties in his jeans pocket. He doesn’t realize what they are at first and frowns, looking at a piece of lacy fabric, hanging off his finger. As soon as he recognizes the shape his eyes widen and he quickly crumples them in his fist. He’s proud to show off his hot girlfriend to his friends anytime but this is intimate, for his eyes only.
He knows you sneaked them in his pocket on purpose and his lips spread into a smile.
Naughty girl.
Frankie shoves them back and rushes to the bathroom. He closes the door of the stall and presses his back to it. Then he pulls the underwear out again, holds it with his two hands in front of his face, imagining your pussy behind the intricate fabric and his balls get heavy with want for you. He glides his thumb over the lace, his pupils dilating just looking at the garment.
Of course, he brings them to his nose. That’s what you wanted him to do, little minx, — to press the soft material to his lips and take a whiff of your scent. Fuckkkk, your scent. Delicate and tempting. Delicious and sweet.
With his heart beating fast, his cock getting thicker in his boxers, his tongue darts out and he licks the gusset. Maybe he’s imagining it but a trace of your taste tickles his receptors, so he closes his eyes and licks it again. He imagines your soft folds like flower petals under his tongue, your juices as tasty as honey. A moan falls from his lips and he snaps his eyes open in fear that someone’s heard him.
“What are you doing there, Morales?” If he hears this now he’ll die from embarrassment.
But it’s quiet behind the door and Frankie lets out a relieved sigh.
“Oh, baby…” His whisper is barely audible. He wishes you’d hear it but you’re too far away and the pain of missing you squeezes his heart with a claw. He’d do anything to be with you right now, to make you pay for what you’re doing to him right this second.
He’d throw you over his shoulder like a Neanderthal and bring you upstairs to the bedroom, pin you to the mattress and kiss you hard. The images behind his eyelids are intoxicating him.
You’re giggling but he knows you’re trembling inside, ready to be ruined. He climbs down your gorgeous body and pulls up your skirt to find his heaven — your delicious, soft, warm, beautiful pussy. He can’t wait. He gets to feasting immediately. You might cry and beg for him to slow down, to give you time to get used to his caress but he doesn’t yield. Your nectar is too tasty to stop drinking it, your moans are too hot to quiet them.
His tongue inevitably finds its way inside you and Frankie begins fucking you with it slowly and steadyly, his hands keeping your thighs apart, his nose rubbing your little clit just how you like it.
You come hard for him, almost crying, your lips and lashes wet. He kisses the tears away after he moves up your body and settles between your thighs.
Your core is flooded thanks to his skillful mouth and your pussy swallows his huge cock without trouble after what he’s done to you.
He’d give everything to be inside you right now. To feel your velvet walls hugging him tightly, your warm slick coating his cock and Frankie bites his lower lip, imagining how perfectly you’d pulsate around his length.
“Oh, baby,” he quietly repeats and his whole being wishes to hear those words in your voice right now.
“Oh, baby, you’re so deep inside me… your cock’s so big… can feel it everywhere.”
He loves your dirty mouth. Your praise makes him lose his mind and his cock plunges harder inside you.
In his daydream he’s already made you moan, now he wants to hear you scream his name. Get the bed rocking, soak the sheets with his and your sweat. He’s thrusting his cock into you fast and hard, not letting you catch your breath, pounding into you relentlessly.
Then he pauses, still deep inside you, still caging you against the bed, and stops so he could feel you. His eyes lock with yours, both hazy and blown out, mirroring each other.
“You feeling good?” He asks and you nod with a big drunk-looking smile.
“I love you so much.” A soft kiss follows his confession and he licks ‘love you’s’ off your lips like it’s the sweetest nectar.
Your hips slightly move under him and when he drinks your whine he knows you need him too much.
“Mmm.. my impatient girl,” he teases you and thrusts in. You choke as a sudden pleasure washes over you and your thighs spread wider as an invitation, no— a plea for him to go on.
He’ll give it to you like you deserve it.
His hips moving slow and steady, he’s massaging your walls with his stiff cock, his movements accompanied by you, mumbling his name like a prayer. He’s not your God but you’re his — his goddess, his muse, his hope and his love.
Brushing your cheek with his lips he’s whispering sweet nothings to you while you’re gripping his shoulders, making him feel incredibly good.
You cry out when a wave of ecstasy hits you and your pussy starts fluttering around Frankie’s cock. He comes soon after, painting your walls with his warm cum, filling you so full your panties won’t have a chance to keep it all inside and your thighs will be wet and sticky after.
He smiles thinking of it, his claim is hidden but you both know it’s there.
Frankie’s head drops down and he stares at his huge cockbulge. Like a tiger in its cage it demands to be released, and not being able to keep hold of his desire any longer, he unzips his jeans.
“Hey, baby!” You cheerfully greet him on the other end of the line after he calls you.
“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me, little minx. I just found your present.”
“Did youuuu?” You sing. “Hope you like it!”
Your playful giggle feels his heart with love but his cock twitches impatiently. He gives it a stroke and grits his teeth, burying a moan in his throat.
“Very much,” Frankie lowers his voice and gruffs into the speaker, “I'm in the bathroom now. What do you think I should do to you when I’m back?”
You hum as if thinking hard but as you start talking he realizes you know exactly what you want.
He rests the back of his head against the door, closes his eyes and listens to you, stroking his leaking cock, his hand moving back and forth steadily, your panties wrapped around his palm.
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