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A Javier Peña x Fem Reader one shot.
Two hours. Two hours left of your shift at the bar. You only started working a few days prior, and only to help your older brother who owned it.
You're cleaning a table nearby when you feel eyes on you. You look over your shoulder, and you see none other than Javier Peña checking you out as you're bent over the table. Smoke circled his head as he took a drag from his cigarette.
Quietly clearing your throat, you continue with your work, attempting and failing at keeping your thoughts off the man in the leather jacket and tight blue jeans.
You've heard rumors about the man with the big brown eyes and a look copied from a Greek statue. He was shunned from the DEA in Colombia, forced to come home with his tail tucked between his legs.
Known for sleeping with most of the beautiful women in town, and a reputation as a, quote unquote, pleaser. He was attractive, but you weren't one of those girls.
The bar begins to die down. Last call had been yelled across the bar as you made your rounds, clearing tables and gathering last payments.
You heard a rough and sensual voice call after you. Turning, you see him smiling at you. The ends of his mouth reached his large brown eyes.
You give him your last name as you walk to him. Standing in front of him, hands on your hips. "What do ya need?"
He smiles, a little too confidently. "Need? Well, I can't say, but I'll take one last shot of tequila before you close my tab. Names..."
"Peña. Yeah, I know. Just moved back, big DEA agent helped hunt down Escobar." You cut him off.
He leans back in his seat, legs spread almost like he was beckoning you to sit down. "Hmm, seems unfair. You seem to know me, but I know nothing about you."
You simply smile as you walk away to get his shot. Coming back, you hand it out to him. His jaw ticks as he places his large hand over yours, forcing you to serve him the shot. Eyes never leaving yours.
A heat shot through your center.
"Thank you, beautiful." Setting down a large bill. More than what his bill is worth. "Keep the rest."
You smiled, grabbed it, and walked away. Take off your apron as you walk. You set it behind the bar. You close all the tabs on your card and only pocket your tips. Grab your purse. You get the attention of the guy at the other end of the bar, "Carlos, I'm leaving." He nods. "Where's Marcello?"
The bar always made sure the woman were walked safely to their cars. "Where do you think?"
You rolled your eyes at the thought.
Javier walked up to you. "I'll walk her out, Carlos." Looking down at you. "Ready?"
You hesitate. Carlos nods at you. "You're safe with Javi." Cleaning a glass, barely acknowledging you.
He extends his arm, motioning you to lead the way, as he follows you out.
"You didn't have to walk me out." You feel entirely too hot walking this close to him.
"Sure, I did. It's not safe out here."
He opens and holds your truck door open. "Thank you." Your voice was barely above a whisper.
"No problem, Hermosa. See you tomorrow?"
You look at him, puzzled. He smiles. Shutting the door after you get in, leaning against the frame, waiting for an answer.
You give him your name, and he repeats it like it's cherished poetry. He tells you to get home safe, then he's gone.
It had been a few weeks now, and Javier showed up roughly an hour before your shift ended, every shift, and he walked you to your truck. It was almost like that was the only reason he showed. He'd have a beer or a couple of shots and leave a good tip.
"Javier, you know you don't have to walk me to my truck every night, right?"
"I want to," leaning halfway in the door as you sat in the driver's seat.
"Where's your truck?" you look behind, noticing it wasn't in its usual spot.
He looks behind him, scratching the back of his neck, cheeks pink with a bit of embarrassment. "It quit on me this morning on the way to the feed store, so she's in the shop."
"Javi, we're at least over two miles from your home."
He simply shrugs off your statement.
You shake your head, looking down at your keys in your hands, you haven't quite put them in the ignition yet. "How are you getting home?"
"I'll call a cab," he lied.
You turn in your seat, pushing the key into place. "Hop in, I'll take you home."
"You don't need to do that."
"Can't have my favorite escort get killed because he ends up falling off the side of the road walking home, 'cause we both know you won't call no cab."
He laughs, shutting the door before making his way to the passenger side.
"Thanks." He stretches his arm over the back seat, hand by your headrest.
"He's not hopeless after all."
He smiles at you, his lips pressing together.
"So, you know I have to ask you-" you start, he looks at you. "Your reputation is well known."
"Why are you trying so hard to get my attention when you can sleep with any woman in town?" You pause a beat, "Well, the ones you haven't already had."
His hand lands on his chest. "Ouch."
You shrug. "I'm not wrong. You've slept with at least three of my friends."
"Oh no, so you're already turned off of me. I'm sure they all hate my guts, am I right?"
"Indeed, they're not your biggest fans, but only with how you ditched them after one night. So is that what you're expecting? A night, then on to your next prize."
"I've never worked this hard to bed a woman, to be honest. You're different. It's not just a line. From the moment I saw you, it was just... different. Sleeping with you was not my initial thought." You toss him a look. "Ok, it was, but I liked your company, truly. That doesn't happen. Not to me anyway."
"And what if we never have sex?"
You laugh, "Is it or am I saving myself the same fate as all those other women?"
"You make me sound like a slut."
You don't say anything as your eyes stick to the road.
You laugh, genuinely and loudly. You see him smile from your peripheral. "I mean..." shrugging.
He playfully squeezes your knee, causing you to slightly jump with a squeal. "Driving here, you're trying to kill us both."
"At least the company wouldn't be half bad."
"Are you always this sweet?"
"And yet I still enjoy your company, carino."
"So, have you always had bad taste then?"
"Breaks my heart, you selling yourself short."
"Or you just have too much faith in me." You pull in front of the house.
"Looks like you don't have enough, don't worry I'll get you there." He leans forward, kissing your cheek. "Thanks for the ride, next one's on me."
Before you could make a retort, he was out of the truck and walking the stone path. You watched him go inside before driving off, not holding back your smile anymore.
Every day, like clockwork, Javier came to your work, stayed till the end of your shift, and walked you to your truck. He flirted, made you laugh, and made you feel valuable in ways you haven't before. Today, you lingered outside your door. It was a look, a moment paused. One you've had before.
Tonight was different, the air between you was thicker, stealing yours. Something different flashed in his eyes tonight; it was asking permission. Permission for a chance, the nod you gave was so soft he would've missed it if he blinked. One large hand held the back of your neck as the other gripped your hip, pressing you into the door of your truck. Grounding him, telling him this wasn't another one of his fantasies. His lips found yours.
There were no fireworks, but a pull like two magnetic pieces pulling the other where it belonged, maybe where it's always belonged.
Javi tasted of cigarettes, whiskey, and something surprisingly sweet... Was that cherries?
"Fuck." Javi moaned against your jaw. "Why did it take us so long?"
"You had to earn it, guapo."
"You're getting there," you smile, kissing him again, "God, you taste delicious."
"I bet I could say the same about you," Eyeing your body slowly.
Biting your lip. "Javier."
He let a slow breath out, looking down at you. "Yes?"
You laughed at the way he grinned before running and sliding across the hood. "Tonto."
He stood with his hand on the handle, grinning above the top. You got in and eagerly opened it. The ride to your place was faster tonight than on other nights. His hand does not leave your thigh, fingers leaving patterns on your thigh.
Once the front door closed behind you, he pinned you against it, hands and mouth everywhere. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, your body hit a wall as both his hands gripped your ass, leaving hot kisses down your neck.
"Bedrooms to the left." You breathed between moans.
He gently set you down once in your room, clothes making soft thud sounds as they hit the floor. Javier never thought he'd be able to have the emotions; he was feeling. This was not like any other hookup. It was built on something beyond mere attraction. Something stronger, sturdy.
Friendship. Genuine friendship. The kind if you called, he'd be there. The kind where he can sit in his silence, and you would sit with him just so he knew he wasn't alone. With laughter and looks, BBQs with friends, and late-night talks on the phone.
Your back arched when his mouth found your center, tan broad shoulders pushing your thighs further apart. You grabbed and tossed his cap somewhere forgotten. Your hands find his hair. "Why do you hide these chocolate curls? You're beautiful, Javi." you moan, feeling his smile against your clit.
He doesn't speak, just eats like a deprived man. Fed off your body and pleasure.
"Javi?" He hums against you, "I need you in me now!"
He stood unbuckling his belt and yanking his blue jeans down in one swift motion, making the air exit your lungs. "You still want this hermosa?" a satisfied grin plastered on his face.
Your eyes trail back up to his face. "God, yes."
He laid over you, weight held up by his elbows, "I don't know about your God, but I promise I'll make this feel heaven even if this body is a sin."
Your breath hitched as he slowly entered you, allowing you time to adjust. You rock your hips, and he moves, rocking into you until sounds fill the room. Sounds causing him to quicken his speed. The sounds of his name, followed by breathy "mi buena chica" and sounds of two bodies colliding.
"te sientas como en casa," he speaks against your chest. Hands and mouth everywhere, making your skin buzz. "Come for me, sweet girl."
"Javi!" you cry out, as your thighs tremble and your eyes roll back.
"Fuuuuuck, you are perfect." he thrusts a few more times before following you to the heavens above.
He lay beside you, fingers kissing your clavicle. "So, how bout a real date?"
You can't help but laugh. "Ah, Javi," you laugh, covering your face with your hands. "This is beyond going on a date."
"Yeah, it is, but it's a start."
And then he smiled, and you knew you were a goner.
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