Everybody warns you about men like Javier PeƱa. Unfortunately nobody warns you what happens when he looks at you like youāre the only soft thing left in his life.
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I shouldāve left the second I realized what Javier PeƱa does to me. That probably wouldāve been the smart thing.
Instead, I kept coming back. Back to his apartment that smelled like cigarettes and whiskey and whatever cologne stayed on his skin after twelve-hour days. Back to the way he looked at me when we were alone, like he was trying very hard not to. Back to him.
The worst part is, I knew better. Everybody knows better with men like Javier. Men who live in chaos eventually drag you into it too.
Still didnāt stop me from ending up in his bed at two in the morning, my dress somewhere on the floor while he sat on the edge of the mattress smoking in silence.
āYouāre thinking too hard again,ā I told him once.
He glanced at me through the cigarette smoke. āOccupational hazard.ā
āNo,ā I said, moving closer. āYou just donāt know how to relax.ā
That got a laugh out of him. Small. Tired. Real.
God, I loved that sound. That was the problem. It stopped being fun somewhere along the way. Stopped being late nights and sex and pretending neither of us cared.
Because suddenly I cared when he didnāt call. Cared when I saw lipstick on a glass beside him at the bar. Cared when he disappeared for days chasing a lead and came back looking exhausted and half-dead.
And Javier? Javier acted like caring was something dangerous. Like if he let himself feel too much, the whole thing would fall apart. Maybe he was right.
Tonight Iām standing by his apartment window in nothing but one of his shirts, staring out at the city while he sits behind me at the kitchen table, quiet for too long.
āYou gonna say something?ā I ask finally.
Silence. Then: āYou should stay away from me.ā
I close my eyes immediately because there it is. That line. That stupid fucking line men say right before they ruin your life completely. I turn around slowly. āYou want me to leave?ā
Javier looks at me for a long second. And somehow that hurts worse than if heād answered right away. āNo,ā he says quietly.
A late night at the DEA office leads to an unexpected confession: despite his reputation, Javier PeƱa has never been with a woman with big boobs before. What starts as a teasing conversation quickly turns into something much more intimate. And once Javier finally admits just how fascinated he's been, neither of you gets much work done.
Pairing: Javier PeƱa x f!reader
Warnings: smut (mdni please), large breasts, kissing, fingering, p i v, hair pulling, big cock mentions, office sex, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, smoking, big boobs agenda, boob obsessed javier peƱa
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āJavi?ā you laugh, catching him staring straight down your shirt. āYou look like a damn starving dog right now,ā you tell him, pulling him closer.
He's wearing a purple shirt that's surprisingly soft under your hands. One of those colorful shirts of his that always fascinates you because Javi doesn't exactly seem like the kind of guy who'd wear purple. Honestly, it's hot. Then again, everything Javi wears is hot.
You almost roll your eyes at yourself. Sure, you just compared him to a starving dog, but you're not exactly any better when it comes to him. You've wanted him for months now, ever since you got transferred here from Cartagena.
Javier was the first thing that caught your attention. Well, the first and only thing. And really, who could blame you? Definitely not anyone who's ever gotten even a quick look at this man.
āA starving dog? I'm just appreciating the... view,ā he says with a smirk, pulling you closer by your hips, his gaze still glued to your chest.
You're sitting on his desk. It's late, everyone else has already gone home, and the only things left here are the hum of the half-dead air conditioner that's been fighting for its life all day and the piles of paperwork spread across Javi's desk.
Javi steps between your knees, close enough that you catch the familiar scent of cigarettes that seems permanently attached to him, mixed with the faded cologne he probably threw on this morning before leaving home. The heat from his body surrounds you. Not that you mind. Quite the opposite.
āI like this,ā he murmurs.
āHm?ā You raise an eyebrow, pretending you have no idea what he's talking about.
A second later, you're proven right when his hand slowly starts moving toward your breast. Slowly. Carefully. Like he's waiting to see if you'll stop him.
You don't.
After a moment, his hand finally closes around it through your shirt, giving it a gentle squeeze. āThis,ā he whispers, as if there was any chance you didn't already know.
āI know,ā you breathe out. You're trying to sound casual, but that's pretty hard when Javi's got a hand on your breast. Heat rushes through your body and your stomach flips. It's been way too long since you've slept with anyone, and it's getting harder and harder to pretend you don't want to rip his clothes off and tell him you want him inside you. Still, you try to play it cool. āI see the way you look at me. The way you can't keep eye contact for more than five seconds before your eyes drop to my chest.ā You say it like it's nothing, even though your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. Partly because of how badly you want him. Partly because you barely recognize yourself right now. Saying things like this to him. You honestly have no idea where it's coming from.
Doesn't seem like Javi minds, though. āHmmm... if I heard you talking about some other guy like this, I'd probably think he was a pervert who couldn't control himself,ā he mutters. Meanwhile, his other hand slides off your hip and settles on your other breast. Then squeezes both of them, gently pressing them together. A grin spreads across his face. Almost happy. Almost like a teenage boy seeing boobs for the first time.
You let out a quiet laugh. "Agent PeƱa? You're acting like a high school kid seeing boobs for the first time, and yet..."
"And yet what?" he asks, finally looking up at your face.
You swallow.
His eyes are dark, and for a second it feels like he can see straight into your head. It's weirdly... intimate.
"And yet I'm pretty sure you've seen hundreds of boobs in your lifetime." For a split second, something that feels suspiciously like jealousy creeps in. You immediately shove it aside. You want to fuck him, not start a family with him. Who cares how many women have had his cock inside them?
Javi's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. "Hundreds? You're giving me way too much credit," he chuckles. "Besides... none of them looked like yours."Ā
You blink. You don't even know what to say to that. Honestly, it's kind of ridiculous having this conversation while he's literally got both hands on your breasts. Actually, the whole situation is ridiculous when you think about it. The fact that he's touching you at all. You two have skipped about ten steps somewhere along the way. Pretty sure kissing was supposed to happen before this.
Javi runs his thumb over your shirt. "I've never been with someone who had..." His eyes drop back down. "...these."
"These?"
"Big ones."
"Andā¦ what if you had the chance to be with someone who did? What if, for once, you took a break from all those informants with tiny boobs?" The second the words leave your mouth, you realize what you've just said. Jesus Christ. That was basically an invitation. An invitation for him to fuck you. Shit. Shit. Shit.
His eyes immediately snap back to yours. "Are you seriously asking me that?"
"I'm just wondering if you'd like to find out what it's like," you whisper. At this point, you've got nothing left to lose.
For a moment, neither of you says anything.
Then Javi smiles. "I think we both know damn well that I do."
You swallow hard. That wasn't what you expected.
Sure, people around the office talk. Mostly the women. Sometimes the men too, though usually with a healthy dose of jealousy. According to them, no pair of panties stays dry around Javier PeƱa, and Javi doesn't exactly do much to prove them wrong.
Still. You're surprised by how quickly this became real. "Okay," you whisper.
"Okay," Javi says. "Though I'm a little concerned that a desk at the DEA office isn't exactly the most comfortable place." He says it so casually that it takes your brain a second to catch up.
Wait. What? Here? Right now? Wow. Okay, you definitely hadn't expected things to move this fast, but the more you think about it, the more it turns you on. The fact that he wants this just as badly as you do. The fact that he doesn't want to wait. You take a deep breath and place your hands over his, the ones still wrapped around your breasts. Gently, you lift them away.
Javi immediately frowns. There's something almost questioning in his expression. Like he's worried you're backing out. Like you don't want this. Funny, because if he knew how wet you were right now, he wouldn't be doubting anything.
You don't break eye contact as you start undoing the buttons of your shirt. One by one. Your shirts are always tighter around your chest because your breasts are genuinely big, and with every button you undo, the fabric loosens a little more. The pressure eases.
Javi watches you like a starving man. At one point, you actually see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.
And that's when it really hits you ā this man has been inside God knows how many women. And apparently none of them had big breasts. The thought almost makes you laugh. It's funny. But at the same timeā¦ you're weirdly proud of the fact that, in this one particular way, you'll be his first. When you finally undo the last button, you're sitting there in front of him wearing nothing but your open shirt and bra.
The way Javi's looking at you sends heat rushing through your entire body. You can feel your nipples hardening beneath his stare.
Javi's breathing noticeably picks up, his chest rising and falling a little faster as he takes you in. Slowly, he slides your shirt off your shoulders and lets it drop onto the desk, right on top of some report from BogotĆ”. Like he gives a shit. "Jesus Christ, you're gorgeous," he says, his voice rougher now.
And you know exactly what he's looking at.
His eyes haven't left your chest. His hands cup your breasts through your bra, testing their weight, almost like he's trying to memorize the feeling of them. His thumbs brush over the soft skin spilling out above the cups. "Fuck... I love how soft they are."
The way he says it almost makes you laugh.
Like he's standing in front of some religious experience instead of a pair of tits. This man genuinely loves boobs. And apparently, he's just found his new favorite pair.
You don't say anything. Your hands drift over his shoulders and down his arms, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt.
Javi's hands move behind your back. A second later, your bra comes undone. Effortlessly. No fumbling. No awkward struggle. The man clearly knows exactly what he's doing.
The tension around your chest disappears instantly.
Javi steps back just enough to hook his fingers under the straps and slowly slide them down your arms. Your bra lands somewhere on the floor.
Now you're sitting there completely topless in front of him.
For a moment, he just stares. His eyes move over every inch of you, taking in the fullness of your breasts, their natural weight, your hardened nipples. And the look on his faceā¦ it's pure appreciation. Pure hunger. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath. Then he shakes his head slightly. "Perfect." The word slips out like he didn't mean to say it aloud.
A second later, he's stepping back between your knees again. Both hands find your breasts immediately. Like he physically can't help himself. His thumbs brush over your nipples, rubbing slow circles that quickly turn your entire body into a live wire.
A soft moan escapes before you can stop it.
Javi grins. The smug bastard actually grins. Then he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. Closer to him. His mouth finds your neck first. Hot kisses. Slow ones. His mustache scratches lightly against your skin. And when his teeth catch the skin just above your collarbone, a shiver shoots through your entire body.
Your back arches automatically.
"Yeah," Javi murmurs against your skin, sounding way too pleased with himself. Like he enjoys seeing exactly what kind of effect he has on you. His mouth travels lower. Lower. You can feel his mustache brushing against the soft curve of your breast now. And then finallyā¦ his lips close around your nipple.
"Fuck... Javi..." The sound leaves you before you can think about it. Heat crashes through you so hard it almost makes your head spin. Your hands grab onto his shoulders before eventually sliding into his hair.
Javi lets out a low sound of approval when your fingers tighten there. He keeps sucking on your nipple, one hand underneath your breast, holding its weight while his tongue works over the sensitive peak. Meanwhile, his other hand is all over your other breast, squeezing it, kneading it, unable to leave it alone for more than a second. Like he genuinely can't get enough.
By now you're so turned on it's almost ridiculous. You shift restlessly against the edge of the desk, your thighs pressing together in search of some kind of relief. Your fingers tug lightly at his hair.
Javi definitely notices. Of course he does. Nothing this man does ever seems accidental. Without taking his mouth off you, one of his hands slowly leaves your breast. It slides down your stomach. Across your waist. And finally settles on the button of your pants.
You hear the click of it popping open, followed by the sound of the zipper coming down.
Javi doesn't give you a second to think about it. His hand is already sliding between your thighs.
You're still wearing your pants, but somehow he's managed to work his way in there anyway. Jesus. That's hot.
The second his fingers find how soaked your panties are, a low sound rumbles in his chest. "Jesus... you're this desperate for it?" he murmurs against your ear. "This desperate for me?" He shoves your panties aside and pushes two fingers inside you.
"Mmhm... Javi... fuck..." The sound slips out louder than you meant it to, your head tipping back.
His fingers are long, warm, and he immediately knows exactly what he's doing with them. His other hand is still wrapped around your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple while his mouth goes right back to your neck, kissing, biting, sucking at your skin. "Fuck, you're perfect," he mutters against you. "So fucking wet."
You can barely think straight anymore. All you can think about is Javi. His fingers. His mouth. His hand on your breast.
Every thrust of his fingers hits exactly where it needs to, and before long your body starts tightening around them. The pleasure keeps building faster and faster, making it harder to breathe.
You know where this is heading. A few more minutes of this and he'd have you coming all over his hand. But that's not what you want. You don't want his fingers. You want him. All of him. You want his cock. You've spent months lying awake at night imagining what he'd look like, wondering what he was hiding in those jeans while touching yourself and trying not to think about him. As if that ever worked.
You grab his shoulders, your nails digging into that stupidly soft purple shirt, and pull yourself closer to his ear. "Javi..." Your voice comes out shaky. Breathless. "Now. I want you. All of you. Please." At this point, you don't even care how needy you sound. You don't even care that you're practically begging.
The second the words leave your mouth, Javi's done waiting. He pulls his fingers out of you. A small protest slips from your lips, but it dies almost immediately when he starts undoing his belt. The buckle. The button. The zipper. He's not about to waste time getting completely undressed. Not now. A second later, he frees himself from his pants.
And holy shit. After months of imagining it, you're finally seeing the real thing. Big. Thick. Already hard. Your fantasies were good. Really good. But they weren't even close.
Because now it's right there in front of you. Real. And somehow the asshole isn't even wearing underwear. Of course he isn't. Apparently Javier PeƱa spends his days walking around the DEA office commando. Jesus fucking Christ.
Javi doesn't waste another second. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and starts dragging them down along with your panties.
You lift your hips to help.
A moment later they're gone, tossed somewhere onto the floor.
His hands immediately find your thighs. He spreads your legs wider and steps in between them, crowding you against the edge of the desk. The head of his cock slides through your wetness. For a second, he looks up at you. Really looks at you. His expression is tight. Hungry. Like he's barely holding himself together. "Look at me." The order comes out rough.
You hold his gaze.
Then he thrusts into you. Hard. Deep. All at once.
Your cry echoes through the empty office. The sheer size of him steals the air from your lungs for a second. Your eyes widen from the sudden stretch, from the overwhelming feeling of finally having him inside you. And then the pleasure hits. Hard. Your back arches instantly, and your nails dig into his shoulders through that purple shirt as you cling to him.
Javi stays still for a few seconds, buried deep inside you, like he's giving you a chance to get used to him. The muscles in his jaw flex as he fights the urge to move. His breathing is heavy, his dark eyes locked on yours. Watching every shiver. Every twitch. Every little reaction as your body adjusts to him. "Fuck... you're so fucking tight," he growls. His hand tangles in your hair and tips your head back so he can see your face. "And all mine."
"Javi... move... please," you breathe, your hips lifting on their own, chasing more.
Javi mutters something in Spanish and finally gives in. He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and the movement draws a soft whine from your throat. Then he drives back into you. Hard. Deep.
The sound of your bodies colliding cuts through the silence of the room, followed by your sharp gasp.
After that, he sets a relentless pace. Every thrust is hard. Unforgiving. Javi is definitely not in a gentle lovemaking mood right now. He's fucking you with a possessive kind of desperation that's completely wrecking you. His hips slam into yours.
The desk creaks beneath you with every movement. Folders and paperwork slide onto the floor, but neither of you pays them any attention.
His right arm slips under your ass, lifting you so he can fuck you at exactly the angle he wants, while his left hand immediately finds your breast again. He grabs it hard. His fingers play with your nipple before he bends down and pulls it back into his mouth. His lips. His tongue. The way he sucks on you. It's torture.
Every swipe of his tongue sends another rush of pleasure straight to the burning ache building low in your stomach with every thrust of his cock.
"Fuck, you're so sweet," he groans against your skin. "I could keep you in my mouth like this for hours and I'd still want more."
The things he's saying. The way he keeps praising your breasts like he's completely obsessed with them while his cock keeps pounding into you. It somehow turns you on even more. If that's even possible. "Ah, God... Javi! Javi, I'm gonnaā"
Your voice breaks. The muscles of your pussy start clenching around his cock. You're dangerously close. Heat burns through you from the inside out. Your eyes keep slipping shut. All you can do is squirm beneath him.
The second Javi feels how tightly you're squeezing him, he speeds up. His thrusts become shorter. Faster. Deeper. His breathing is ragged now. A drop of sweat falls from his forehead and lands right on your chest. He lets go of your nipple and lifts his head. "Look at me." The command comes out rough, almost sharp enough to sound like an order.
You force your eyes open and look at him.
And there it is. Pure hunger. The look of a man who's finally gotten exactly what he's been wanting for months.
That look is what pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard. The muscles around his cock clamp down in the first powerful, almost painfully intense wave. You cry out his name. Your whole body goes taut. Tears spill from your eyes from the sheer force of it.
Javi feels it. Feels the way you're squeezing him. A deep growl tears out of him. He drives into you one last time with all his weight behind it, pushing you harder against the desk. At the same time, he squeezes your breast again, not rough enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp.
Then you feel his cock pulsing inside you as he starts filling you with hot, heavy spurts of cum.
He groans loudly, and somehow that only turns you on even more. You love it when a guy isn't afraid to moan. Every sound that comes out of Javi makes another wave of pleasure roll through your already shaky body.
For a while, the only sounds left in the room are your breathing and the tired drone of the ancient air conditioner.
Javi stays there with his forehead resting against your shoulder, completely spent. Every so often, a small aftershock runs through his body.
You can feel his cock slowly softening inside you, but he still doesn't move away. If anything, he presses even closer.
A second later, he buries his face between your breasts like he's trying to disappear there. "Jesus fucking Christ," he mumbles against your skin, his voice wrecked. "That was... fuck. I don't even know what the hell that was."
A tired smile pulls at your lips. You're so exhausted you can barely lift your arm to run your fingers through his messy hair. "Agent PeƱa, are you actually out of words?" you tease quietly.
Javi lets out a low laugh.
Then, finally, he pulls out slowly, making you let out a soft breath as the feeling of being full of him disappears. Like it's no big deal, he tucks his cock back into his pants and zips them up.
Almost immediately, you feel his cum starting to leak out of you and onto his desk.
Javi doesn't seem bothered by that at all. Actually, he looks pretty damn satisfied about it. He runs a hand through his hair, leans against the desk beside you, and pulls a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket.
A second later he's lighting one. He takes a long drag and closes his eyes for a moment. Then he looks at you. The wild, hungry look is gone. But there's something else there now. Something that wasn't there before tonight. His gaze drifts down to your bare chest.
There are still faint red marks from his hands. Tiny little spots where his mustache rubbed against your skin.
With the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, Javi reaches out and brushes his thumb across one of your nipples. The touch is unbelievably gentle.
Your nipple tightens immediately beneath his thumb.
He watches it happen like he's completely fascinated. Like nothing else exists. "Those things," he says, nodding toward your chest. He blows the smoke away from your face before continuing. "Are a legitimate fucking weapon."
You laugh.
"I'm serious." His eyes drop right back down. "The whole time you've been here they've been driving me crazy. But seeing them like this..." He shakes his head. "Feeling how heavy they are. The way they fit in my hands." His jaw tightens. "Fuck."
His eyes move over you again. Slowly. Thoroughly. That familiar crooked smile appears on his face. "I don't think I'm getting a single thing done from now on. Every time I look at you, this is what I'm gonna see."
You snort. "That sounds like it could be a problem for the DEA." You sound exhausted. But happy.
"DEA can kiss my ass," he mutters. And for the first time all night, he smiles like himself. Not the cynical DEA agent. Not the guy everyone at the office knows. Just Javi. He takes one last drag from his cigarette and crushes it into the ashtray sitting on the edge of the desk.
Then he leans toward you again and kisses you. Long. Slow. Hot. The desperation from earlier is gone. But somehow this feels even more intense.
When he finally pulls back, he grabs your shirt from where it's lying crumpled beside you and drapes it over your shoulders.
His eyes drop again. To the trail of his cum slowly running down your thigh and onto the desk. His hand follows. He lazily smears the warm mess across your skin with his fingertips before letting out a quiet laugh. "I think tomorrow you're gonna have to explain to Colonel Martinez how your bodily fluids destroyed that BogotĆ” report I still haven't read."
You raise an eyebrow. "Colonel Martinez?" You pull the shirt around yourself. "No. You are the one who's gonna have to explain why that report is glued together by your own fucking, Javi."
That earns a laugh. A real one. Low and rough.
The sound makes you smile.
Javi pushes himself away from the desk and starts fixing his belt. Then he gives your thigh an easy slap. The kind that means move.
You slide off the desk onto the cold floor and start collecting your things. Your body feels heavy. Exhausted. Completely satisfied.
His scent is still all over your skin.
And while you're buttoning up your shirt, you can't stop wondering what changes after this. Because things are definitely changing. And honestly? You already can't wait for tomorrow morning.
For the moment you walk into the office and catch that familiar look from across the room. That hot, heavy stare that never seems capable of staying above your neckline for more than a few seconds.
Okay, yes, I am fully aware it's June and Kinktober is literally four months away!
But I have 23 Pedroboys fics planned for this and I know myself well enough to know that if I don't make the masterlist now, future me is gonna be fighting for her life in September haha
If youāre looking at this list and going āwhat the hell does that mean?ā, my inbox is open. Iāll gladly explain any of the terms ā”
A very unhinged collection of smutty headcanons about Javiās 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 ā 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 Javiās favorite is cowgirl. Mostly because heās such a visual man and he needs to see what heās 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. Heād absolutely keep his hands on her hips or thighs the whole time too.
And obviously he has the perfect view ā her tits bouncing, her body, her face, her expressions, literally everything. Sheās 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 heād 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. Heās the type of man who gets turned on by seeing the reactions heās 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 thatās where he has the control. He sets the pace, the speed, the rhythm, everything. Heās the one in charge there.
And like I said with cowgirl, Javi loves the visual of watching his cock slide into her. Heās 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 womanās ass, letās 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 itās not as visual emotionally because he canāt fully see her face the whole time, itās way more physical and hands-on for him.
Itās very much about control, touch, and feeling her react underneath him. Holding her by the hips while sheās 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 donāt think Javi would see it that way at all. Heās not really a āboring sexā kind of man, but for him missionary is way more about intimacy and closeness.
Thereās eye contact. And he absolutely loves looking right into her eyes while heās inside her. Especially when heās close. And honestly? I fully believe Javi needs eye contact when he cums inside herā¦ 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 heās thrusting into her. But at the same time heās also the type to kiss and bite at her jaw, her neck, her shoulders, little things like that while heās on top of her. Missionary lets him do all of that.
And obviously heād never say anything mean or complain or whatever, but Javi definitely needs to know sheās 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 isnāt just laying there completely still.
Plus they can kiss the whole time, stay close, touch each other everywhere. Itās a much more intimate position emotionally.
And honestly? I donāt think heād 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 thereās lap sitting / straddling, whatever you wanna call it, and I think Javi absolutely loves that one too. Honestly itās kind of like a mix between cowgirl and missionary for him.
Because like with cowgirl, sheās still the one controlling the pace. Heās sitting on the couch or maybe on the car seat and sheās riding him in his lap while he just holds onto her. But unlike cowgirl, sheās way closer to him physically, and thatās where it becomes more like missionary too. Thereās 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 donāt think this is something heād 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. Theyāre pressed against each other, hugging, kissing, whispering things to each other. And yeah, heās 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 itās not just about sex at that point. Itās 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, heās 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 lastlyā¦ spooning sex ā honestly I think this is the absolute peak of intimacy for Javier.
This is not something heād do with somebody heās not emotionally involved with. And even in a relationship, I donāt 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. Sheās 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. Itās all extremely close, extremely physical, extremely connected.
And the whole time heās holding her, wrapped around her, probably kissing her shoulder or neck, whispering things into her ear that he normally wouldnāt 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 letās be realā¦ that man would absolutely love just staying inside her afterwardā¦ like after he cums, I donāt 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, thatās not just physical anymore. Thatās comfort. Thatās safety. Thatās him showing love in the most intimate way he knows how without even needing words.
Canāt stop thinking about Javier getting with a woman with big boobs and being absolutely mesmerized because all of his previous girlfriends and hookups had smaller ones
Like heās trying to act normal but meanwhile his brain is just: šļøššļø
Summary: One exhausted DEA agent. One rainy evening. One girl patiently holding him together when the world outside keeps trying to tear him apart.
Warnings: tired/stressed javi, domestic fluff, soft javi, kissing, mentions of smoking, mentions of cartel violence, emotional intimacy, clingy javier peƱa, reader taking care of him because this man clearly refuses to take care of himself
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The apartment is quiet for once. No radio. No paperwork spread across the kitchen table. No phone ringing every twenty goddamn minutes. Just rain tapping softly against the windows and the low hum of the fan somewhere in the apartment.
And Javi looks exhausted. Not just tired. Exhausted. The kind that sits deep in his bones. You notice it the second he walks through the door. His shoulders are tense under the jacket, tie already loosened like he got annoyed with it halfway through the drive home. His hairās messy from him running his hand through it too many times and there are dark circles under his eyes that definitely werenāt there a few months ago.
He shuts the door behind himself with a tired sigh. Then he sees you sitting on the couch in one of his shirts and something in his expression softens instantly. There he is. Your Javi.
āHey,ā you say quietly.
āHey, hermosa.ā His voice comes out rough and low.
You can tell immediately it was a bad day.
He tosses his keys onto the counter and stands there for a second like he forgot what he was doing. Like his brainās still somewhere out there instead of here with you.
Then you open your arms toward him without saying anything. And god. The look on his face almost breaks your heart.
Because Javier PeƱa is not a man who lets himself fall apart easily. He carries everything alone even when he shouldnāt. Keeps it all shoved down under sarcasm, whiskey, paperwork, and stubbornness. But with you? Sometimes he lets go.
Javi walks over slowly before practically collapsing onto the couch beside you. The second your arms wrap around him, he exhales hard through his nose and buries his face against your neck.
Neither of you says anything for a minute.
You just hold him. Your fingers slide slowly through his hair while he stays pressed against you, one heavy arm around your waist. āYou eat today?ā you ask softly after a while.
He groans against your shoulder.
āSo thatās a no.ā
āI had coffee.ā
āJavi.ā
āAnd a cigarette.ā
You pull back just enough to look at him. āThat is not food.ā
āDepends who you ask.ā
You narrow your eyes at him.
He finally smiles a little. Tiny. Tired. But real.
āThere he is,ā you mumble.
His thumb rubs lazily against your hip underneath the oversized shirt you stole from him three days ago and still havenāt given back. Not that he minds. Pretty sure he likes seeing you in his clothes more than he should.
āCāmere,ā you whisper.
He lets you pull him down until his head ends up in your lap. Honestly, seeing DEA Agent Javier PeƱa like this would probably shock half the people who know him. No gun in his hand. No sharp attitude. Just tired brown eyes watching you while your fingers scratch gently through his hair.
Outside, thunder rumbles quietly. Inside, Javi looks dangerously close to falling asleep.
āYou wanna talk about it?ā you ask.
His eyes drift shut. āNo.ā
āOkay.ā
Another silence settles between you. Comfortable. Soft. The kind that doesnāt need to be filled.
Your fingers move from his hair down to his face, lightly tracing the stubble along his jaw. He leans into your touch automatically without even realizing it. That does something stupid to your chest every single time. āYou know,ā you murmur, āyouāre very clingy for someone who acts tough all the time.ā
One eye opens slightly. āAm not.ā
āYouāre literally using me as a pillow right now.ā
āYou should feel honored.ā
You laugh quietly.
And there it is again. That tiny smile.
God, youād do almost anything to keep that look on his face. āYou wanna know what I think?ā you ask.
āThat sounds dangerous.ā
āI think,ā you continue dramatically, āthat DEA Agent Javier PeƱa deserves one calm evening where nobody shoots at him, nobody calls him, and nobody makes him leave this couch.ā
āHm.ā His eyes close again. āI like your thinking.ā
āGood. Because Iām serious.ā You lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead.
His arm tightens around your waist immediately. Needy man. āYou smell good,ā he mumbles half asleep.
āThatās because I used your soap.ā
āThat explains it.ā
āYou saying I normally smell bad?ā
āIām saying you smell better today.ā
You gasp dramatically. āWow. Romance really is alive.ā
That earns you an actual laugh this time. Quiet and rough and tired, but real enough to make you grin instantly.
Javi opens his eyes again just to look at you for a second. And suddenly he gets that expression. That softer one. The one he only gets when heās looking at you like youāre something he still canāt fully believe belongs to him. āYou know that thing you do?ā he says quietly.
āWhat thing?ā
āThis.ā His hand lifts slowly, fingertips brushing against your cheek before settling behind your neck. āMaking this place feel normal.ā
Your chest aches a little at that. Because sometimes you forget what his normal looks like outside these walls.
Blood. Stress. Cartels. Dead bodies. Fear.
And then he comes home and melts into your arms like heās been holding himself together all day just to make it back here. Back to you.
You lean down and kiss him softly this time. Slow. Careful.
Javi sighs against your mouth like he needed that more than oxygen.
When you pull away, he chases after another kiss immediately. Then another.
Until eventually youāre both smiling into it.
āThere he is,ā you whisper again.
āHm?ā
āMy favorite DEA agent.ā
He groans quietly. āThat line was terrible.ā
āYou loved it.ā
āI tolerated it because youāre pretty.ā
āWow.ā
āYou started it.ā
You laugh again and he watches you like the sound alone fixes something inside him. And honestly? Maybe it does a little.
ā” āā ā” āā ā”Ā
After a while, you convince him to actually eat something. Barely.
He complains the entire time while standing in the kitchen beside you, one hand around your waist while you make him a sandwich like heās a giant grumpy housecat that wandered in from the rain.
āYou know,ā you tell him while handing him the plate, āmost grown men can feed themselves.ā
āYeah, but then I wouldnāt get to watch you boss me around.ā
āYouāre impossible.ā
āAnd yet,ā he says before taking a bite, āyouāre obsessed with me.ā Unfortunately for you both, heās right.
ā” āā ā” āā ā”Ā
Later that night, the rain gets heavier.
Javi ends up stretched out on the couch with you half laying on top of him, his fingers drawing lazy lines along your spine underneath his shirt.
The TVās on but neither of you is really watching it.
He looks calmer now. Still tired. Still carrying too much. But calmer. And right before he falls asleep, he presses a sleepy kiss into your hair and murmurs quietly: āThanks for taking care of me, cariƱo.ā
Like itās not the easiest thing in the world to do.
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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. š«
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 twoš) 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!š" - 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 PeƱa
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 Jacksonās newest resident that gets under Joelās skin. Itās not just Javier PeƱaās cocky attitude that Joel canāt stand - itās his tight pants and his too-smooth voice, and especially the way heās sleeping with half of Jackson.Its a Javier PeƱa 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 PeƱa by @pascalispunkczechia. Written in the form of journal entries from Javierās 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 š. 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-recš) - 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 PeƱa
... 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 - It's hot and steamy, and then they start having feelings and I also have feelings and I love them and want to be with them.
Mistress of puppets by @myownwholewildworld - Concubine Marcus x Queen reader - This is more a collection of stories, and this me hoping we get more of them. I am obsessed.
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. Itās 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: Javier PeƱa has seen blood, violence, death, chaos. But watching a ballerina quietly destroy herself for something she loves? Yeah. That gets under his skin in a completely different way.
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He doesnāt really fit in here. You can tell the second he steps into the studio. Too quiet. Too soft. Too clean. Everything smells like wood and dust and something floral, and Javier justā¦ stands there for a moment like he walked into the wrong place.
āYou sure Iām allowed in here?ā he mutters.
You roll your eyes. āRelax, agent PeƱa. Itās not a crime scene.ā
āYet.ā
That makes you laugh.
He stays by the wall while you get ready, jacket still on, hands in his pockets like he doesnāt know what to do with them. His eyes move around the room, taking everything in, but they keep coming back to you. Always you.
You sit down on the floor, tying your ribbons tighter around your ankles.
He notices. Of course he does. āThat looks like it hurts.ā
āItās fine.ā
āThatās not what I asked.ā
You glance up at him.
Heās already watching you, that same look he gets when something doesnāt sit right with him.
You shrug it off, pushing yourself up. āItās supposed to,ā you say. āItās part of it.ā
Javier exhales slowly through his nose. Doesnāt like that answer. Doesnāt argue either.
You step into position. The music starts. You donāt think about him at first. You just move. Count. Breathe. But halfway through, you feel it.
His eyes on you. Not confused anymore. Focused. Like heās watching a suspect. Or a lead. Or something important.
You miss a step. Just slightly. Your foot hits wrong and thereās this quick flash of pain you try to ignoreā¦
But he notices. Of course he notices.
The music cuts off. You didnāt even stop it.
Javierās already pushing off the wall. āThatās it,ā he says, low. āYouāre done.ā
āIām fine.ā
āYouāre limping.ā
āI said Iām fine.ā
Heās right in front of you now. Close. Too close to pretend youāre not shaking a little. His hand comes up, not touching yet, just hovering near your ankle like heās waiting for permission heās not gonna ask for twice. āWhy do you do that to yourself?ā he mutters.
You swallow. āBecause it matters.ā
He looks at you for a long second. Then quieter: āYeah,ā he says. āI get that.ā And he doesnāt try to stop you again. But he doesnāt step away either.
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Canon S1 Javier PeƱa would 100% have a full internal āoh fuckā moment.
Because S1 Javi is a mess. Like genuinely. He probably drinks too much sometimes, sleeps around, throws himself into work 24/7 and avoids emotions like his life depends on it. The man survives on cigarettes, coffee and unresolved issues.
So if one of the women he hooked up with suddenly told him she was pregnant? Yeah. That would hit him hard.
And no, I donāt think heād react like some cruel asshole going ānot my problem.ā Thatās not really who Javi is!! Emotionally unavailable? Yes. Self destructive? Absolutely. But not heartless!!Ā
I think his first reaction would honestly be shock mixed with realism.
āAre you sure itās mine?ā
Not even in a mean way necessarily. Justā¦ realistic. Because both of them know what kind of environment theyāre in. And S1 Javi is already cynical enough not to blindly trust everything immediately.
BUTā¦!
If he actually believed her? If he realized the baby probably really was his?
I think his entire energy would suddenly switch into protective mode. Not romantic mode. Not āletās be a happy familyā mode. Absolutely not.
More like: āOkay. Are you safe? Who knows about this? Do you need money? Do you have somewhere to stay?ā
Because in Narcos world, a pregnant hooker connected to a DEA agent is NOT just personal drama. Thatās dangerous as hell. And Javi knows it. Honestly I think heād almost be more scared for her than for himself.
And the funniest part is that I donāt even think heād understand why he suddenly cares so much, because S1 Javi spends half his āDEA Colombian lifeā trying not to feel things. So the idea of there being a child out there thatās actually his? That would absolutely crack something open inside him whether he likes it or not.
I also donāt see him as the type to pressure her into getting rid of it. That just doesnāt feel like him to me.
Instead heād probably become weirdly overprotective and stressed and start doing random caring shit without realizing it ā like suddenly paying for doctors, checking if she ate anything, trying to move her somewhere safer while acting annoyed about the entire situation because he has no idea how to process emotions in a healthy way lol
Meanwhile Steve would probably take one look at him spiraling and be like: āJesus christ, PeƱa. You are so fucked.ā
