i did it. i updated my fic. so sorry for the delay!!!
Doubt, ch 44 out now and it's 10k+ words of shameless smut so i don't wanna hear it
Coherent speech was no longer possible for Bella; she was panting entirely too hard. I let my hands skim the curve of her waist, lifting her shirt just above sternum height so I could kiss a straight line down her stomach. As I moved, my thumb absently caressed the underside of her breast, sending chills across every inch of her. I expected to hear an accompanying gasp or sharp intake of breath, but neither came. Not entirely surprising.
“Remember to breathe,” I warned, before pressing my mouth to her skin.
She drew an exaggerated breath.
As my lips trailed the length of her body, I lowered one of my knees to the ground, careful to angle my erection away from hitting the cabinet door in front of me.
When my face was perfectly aligned between Bella’s legs, I wrapped my arms under her thighs and brought her to the very edge of the countertop, anchoring her against me. I paused for the briefest moment, searching her expression for any sign she wished to stop. I was quietly relieved to find nothing other than excitement and desire. Her pupils eclipsed the entirety of her irises and she held her bottom lip captive between her teeth. Still, my eyes remained fixed on hers even as I brushed my lips from the inside of her knee to the sensitive juncture between her thighs.
I placed one decisive kiss into her skin, so soft she could just barely feel it, and then she was at the mercy of my tongue as it ambled forward to taste her. It took only a second for the rest of her body to register what I was doing. She gasped, and I listened as frantic palms sought purchase on the surfaces around her.
“I’m fine.” Her heartbeat spiked slightly. He glanced in the direction of her voice.
“You can’t lie to me.” He reminded her.
“Watch me, Red.”
“Names,” Matt tsked from above her.
“Bite me,” She threatened.
“You can talk to Foggy instead of me, if you want.” Matt said, sitting down in the middle of the ring, a few feet away from Andie. “He’ll be nicer about it.”
(Andie and her step-father struggle to cope when her mother's death anniversary comes around.)
Notes: wow, two updates to the series in one week! crazy. I wanted to establish more of a relationship with Andie and her father so have some angsty fluff. Shoutout to my beta, @marvel-imagines-yes-please on Tumblr, for helping me get this part out so fast. make sure to follow them and me on there and don't forget to kudos, comment, and bookmark!
Title: Señorita or 4 times Javier had control and the one time you did
Rated: M/E
Word Count: 1.6 k
Fandom: Narcos
Relationship: Javier Peña/Reader
A/N: Thank you @onebatch--twobatch for beta’ing for me. I didn’t realize how many times I misspelled something. Also its good to know google translate is not completely useless.
The first time it happened I wasn’t even sure Javier Peña knew who I was. He had asked me to dance with him and I gladly accepted, even if it was mainly to keep creepy guys from hitting on me. As we danced, his hand gripped my waist as we moved in sync. I lazily laid one of my arms over his shoulder and set my other hand against his chest, his heart beating along to the music.
When he leaned down and whispered in my ear, I knew I was in trouble. “¿Señorita, qué tal si volvemos a mi casa?” I smiled and nodded allowing him to lead me out of the bar. Him calling me señorita, kept sending small tingles down my spine.
Once we got to the apartment complex, Javier pressed me up against his door and kissed me deeply, the taste of whiskey on his lips. I hummed against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck. When he finally got the door unlocked and opened, we stumbled in laughing, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist.
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The next morning, I woke to a soreness all over my body and a painfully delicious burning against my thighs. Facial hair burn. I hummed as kisses ran along my back.
“Morning señorita,” Javier whispered against my skin. I hummed and rolled over to face him.
“I should get going.” I mumbled out as I slowly got up. As I got dressed, Javier never took his eyes off me.
Once I was finished and about to walk out the door, Javier grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. He stroked my cheek, “¿Cuándo puedo verte otra vez?”
I smiled lightly and pecked his lips, “Pronto.” I walked out of his apartment and over to mine, across the hall. I turned back to see his eyes widen slightly, taking his thumb off his lighter- forgetting the cigarette hanging from his lips. “I’ll see you at work Agent Peña,” I said as I walked into my apartment closing the door. The look of shock making my morning.
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A month passed without anything happening again between Javier and me. I knew Javier had tried getting his frustrations out with other girls, trying to keep a professional relationship between us, but even Steve could tell there was something wrong.
It was one of those days where Steve drew the short straw and had to get lunch for the three of us.
Javi paced, while lighting a new cigarette. Occasionally, he would rub his lower lip.
“What’s wrong, Peña?” I asked not taking my eyes off the files in front of me. When he didn’t answer, I looked up to find him staring at me. The same look in his eyes as the night we met at the bar.
“Come with me, señorita,” he spoke not giving me much of a choice in the matter as he grabbed my arm and walked us into a supply closet.
“Okay, Javi, seriously—”
“Just stop talking for one minute.” He looked me over. I looked him over, figuring out what was going on in his head by how tense he seemed.
“Javier, if you want to sleep with me again, just ask. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”
Before I could even comprehend what he had planned, Javier was pushing me against the wall and kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his tongue explored my mouth. He pulled away and quickly got to work on undoing my pants. I kissed along his jaw as his hand slipped into my panties. I moaned lightly as his fingers brushed over my slit.
“Already so wet for me, señorita?” I bit my lip at his question, not willing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s all I wanted for the last month as well.
I glanced at my watch, “We have twenty minutes before Steve gets back.”
“Brace your hands against the wall.”
I braced my hands against the wall like he asked, his voice giving little way to argue. Javier yanked my pants and underwear down and I listened as he undid his belt.
To say the least, when Steve came back our sedated state made him roll his eyes and mumble something under his breath. Javier and I just laughed to ourselves as Steve set the food down.
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We sat on Javi’s couch; the forgotten movie playing in the background as his lips explored my skin. Our shirts both long gone. He slowly laid me down on the couch and pulled my shorts off. I giggled out a moan as he kissed along my thigh, his mustache tickling my skin.
“So how did you learn to speak Spanish so well, señorita?” I groaned lightly at the nickname; it didn’t take long for him to start whispering it into my ear when we were at work.
“I grew up in New York, my neighbor was a—” I gasped lightly as he kissed over my clothed cunt before pulling my underwear off. “Um, she uh,” I couldn’t focus clearly as Javier kissed over my clit.
“Keep going Y/N,” Javier said his warm breath fanning over my pussy.
“She believed- ahh,” I moaned as he pushed two fingers into me, I relaxed as he started a slow pace. “Believed all children should know more than one language,” I gripped at the couch as he added another finger and curled all three.
“Ser bilingüe es muy sexy.” Javi said as he picked up the pace with his fingers.
I moaned loudly and arched my back as his fingers pulled back hitting a special little bundle of nerves.
Javier raised an eyebrow looking at me, “That was not your—”
“A-spot,” I gasped out as he experimented more with hitting the same nerve with his fingers. As the coil tightened in my belly, it took all my control to not buck my hips. “Javi…” I whimpered as the coil broke, my heels digging into the couch. As I caught my breath, Javier kissed along my thigh.
“Still learning something new every day,” He smirked at me before kissing up my stomach.
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I sat at my breakfast table looking over the Cali files. I fucking hated bringing work home, but I wasn’t in the mood to meet our new boss. With Steve’s mission done and Javier having been sent back to the states, I doubt I could handle a new boss right now. I got up as a knock sounded. As I looked through the peephole, I gasped lightly.
“Senorita, please open the door.” I opened the door and pulled Javier in, slamming my lips against his, but like always Javier had to have the upper hand. He pushed me against the door and set one of my legs against his hip.
“When did you get back?” I asked as he explored my neck with his lips.
“Yesterday,” he looked at me, his free hand running under my shirt, his dark brown eyes holding nothing but adoration and lust in them. “I’m the new boss.”
I watched as the tip of his tongue ran over his lower lip. “Well in our relationship, you were always the boss,” I smirked at him as he picked me up by my thighs and headed for my bedroom.
“How many weeks was I gone?” Javier asked as he laid me on the bed.
“Um six, I think,” I watched as Javier stripped out of his clothes before getting to work on getting my clothes off.
“Then that’s how many orgasms you have to have before I let you leave this fucking bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
He groaned as he pulled my thighs to rest on his hips, his erection rubbing against my slit. “Vas a ser mi muerte, señorita”
I closed my eyes as he slowly pushed into me. Six weeks may not seem long, but fuck did it feel like an eternity without Javier. He gripped at my thighs as he started off with long, slow thrusts, making good on his promise of multiple orgasms.
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I walked over to Javier, his button-down just reaching past my thighs. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. I smiled as Javi gripped my hips.
“¿Señorita, Quién te dijo que podrías lucir tan hermosa?”
I giggled as I brought one of his hands up to my lips, lightly kissing his palm. “Creo que prefiero Mamacita, de ahora en adelante.” I laid his hand over my stomach.
He sat up and rubbed his thumb against the fabric, “You’re pregnant?”
“Sí[AC1] .” I could see the question swimming in his eyes, the one he was afraid to ask. “It’s our baby, Javi.”
Javier pulled me close and I kissed him, moving his hands from my waist and pushed them forward to pin his wrists to the bed. I smirked down at him. “Behave.”
“Por supuesto, Mamacita.”
I bit my lower lip and brought one of my hands between us to grip his length before sliding onto him. We both groaned as I set my hand against his chest to start my pace. Javier groaned and grabbed onto my thighs as I started moving faster.
“Fuck, Y/N— you should wear my shirts more often,” his blunt nails dug into my skin as I rolled my hips.
“You want to watch it as it gets shorter as my belly grows?” I ran my hands down his chest, scraping my nails over his stomach.
“Shit, you’re going to look perfect pregnant,” Javier moaned out as his hands gripped my waist once more.
1. How about we go back to my place?
2. When can I see you again?
3. Soon
4. Being bilingual is very sexy
5. You’re going to be the death of me
6. Who told you you could look that beautiful
7. I think I prefer Mamacita, from now on
8. Of course
The light filtered in, it’s warm glow settling upon your cheekbone. The sun had been rising later and later each day with the apocalypse coming closer. Although, with everything going to shit, that didn’t quite matter to me. The sun always found you. I knew it’d never leave you alone. I knew it would seek you during every waking hour it had, because it loved you, and it’d never stop loving you. It was drawn to you, even in your sleep. As you slumber, i watch the sun cast it’s rays onto you, as if to say “Wake up. The time for slumber has long passed.” Your nose scrunches in response, and with a sleepy sigh, your eyes open. A sleepy smile graces your lips, and somehow, the world stops in its tracks.
When i’d first met you i’d noticed your energy. It was a burning, bright thing that melted my defenses away. It claimed the space in my heart with a swan-like grace, and a soft kind of comfort that'd I'd never expect.
I loved you in silence yet, I also loved you louder than anyone i have loved before. I thought you’d be something comforting and warm to bask in, until the clouds came back and solitude found me again. I was wrong. You were so much more. You were the brightness and the darkness, both warm to the touch and no longer terrifying. You were death and life, happiness and bone crushing sadness, dramatism and minimalism. You were everything i thought I’d never need to experience. Yet, here I am laying next to you in a lone bed we'd found next to this abandoned building.
We'd run from The End, when it first appeared. The feeling of everything falling apart was something we couldn't handle. So, instead of handling it, we pretended it never existed. We skipped town at the first chance we got, and pretended that we were headed to a resort. Like, somehow if we dreamed hard enough, it'd come true. But running doesn't stop the arrival of the things we didn't like, it only fooled us into thinking we were in control.
I gaze into your eyes, and feel my lips split into the brightest half moon I could manage. Looking into your eyes was gazing into life’s deepest secrets and finding the beauty within them. The warmth of your soul feels like a hazy afternoon standing in front of your kitchen doorway. An afternoon that leads to the warmth your mother’s hands on your shoulder, the other above your head. It’s the softness of that hand and the aroma of the food it played part in making. It’s the gooey feeling inside your chest; warm like chocolate chip cookies.
I say all this to say: Darling, your soul feels like growth. Life changing, bursting growth.
And as i stare growth in its face, in love with every growing pain, you open your mouth and-
“Baby? You ok?” a chuckle, and then, “You’re kinda staring baby boy.”
The world comes rushing back.
I nod, brushing the hair off your forehead, before leaning down to plant a kiss on the unnatural warmth there. Pulling you closer, I mumble into your skin, “Fine, babe. Always fine when I’m with you. “ I pull back from your embrace, eyes teary before crushing you in my arms again. “Love of my life. That’s what you are. “
Your nose brushes against my chest as your head tilts heaven-ward. Big eyes blink back at me, love wrapping around your irises. A stretch of silence follows as we stare at each other, and then, “We have a month, you know.” Those words vibrate against my throat, as I continue to run my hands through your hair, hoping for a quiet death. Quiet, but full of love as the leaves fall in October.
My answer comes late, but it still comes. Soft, and truthful, and finally tired of running. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” My nails scratch against your scalp as the lighting brightens, before deepening. My lips find your forehead, and press against it with fervor. A pleased hiss resonates in the air. I pull back, glancing at your lips. At how sweet-looking they are, at how enticing they are. Before I know it, I find myself leaning forward to reach your lips. When we connect, my heart picks up an extra beat before smoothing into the same soothing beat it’d been before. This kiss, held every insecurity I couldn't voice, and the hope that somehow, on your lips, it'd speak volumes.
We separate a few seconds later, and somehow the room somehow feels a little warmer. My hand traces a line from your hair to your nape, and then caresses it’s way to the skin of your collarbone. “Is there anything else you wanna do, before next month? October, I mean. I mean, you know what I mean.” I stumble over my words. The End was next month. Still, thinking of the end as The End was harsh. So, without much questioning we’d taken to calling it October. After all, it was a little more comforting to turn "The End" into memories of pumpkin spice lattes, chilly weather, and carnivals.
Your breath hitches, and I swear that if your body wasn’t pressed to mine, I’d completely miss it.
“No. I hope we never see October.” It spills out of your mouth like black ink on parchment paper. You close your eyes and bury deeper into my chest. “I’m gonna miss this when it’s done. Don’t know where I’ll be...but I’ll miss it anyway.” The words twist at my insides until I can feel nausea rising to the surface.
“Yeah. Me too, darling. Me too.” I sigh and run my hands along your back in an attempt to comfort you. You let out a slow breath as the tears you were trying to hide behind your eyelids come rushing forward. Slowly at first, and then much faster. Your shoulders start to shake and barely audible croaks sound from your throat. I lift your chin so I can kiss it. While there, I bury my head into your neck and rest my lips on your neck. I knew for a fact it soothed you, so i layed there, feeling your pulse against my lips and having the urge to hold it in my mouth. I’d take good care of it. I’d let it live in my mouth and be intimate with all the words I could never fully articulate. As retribution for taking your pulse, I’d give you mine, and live within the warmth of the best person I’d ever known. In another world this fantasy of mine could be real. But, this world is the way it is, and no amount of praying, and begging, and hoping can erase it’s issues.
(I’ve tried, and it never worked. The first time I prayed to a god I didn't believe in; begging on my knees with hands outstretched, was for her. And ever since then, the only way I can force my tongue to give devotion to a god who never cared, is for her.)
I began to hum a song I knew she loved in hopes of soothing her and getting her to go back to sleep. After all, her strength was fading, as was everyone’s strength here. As her health further deteriorated, her skin seemed to cling to her bones. Before long her hands had begun to shake, and her breath began to slip out of her control like elusive wind.
Simply put, the world was tearing everything apart, and it had started with her.
I tighten my hands around her skinny frame, and find myself begging to whatever god would listen. “Don’t take her without me, don’t leave me alone! If she has to die, take me with her. I’m not needed here, you don’t need me. Just don’t... let her go on her own. “ And as the sun (which i hadn’t even noticed was doing her last dance across the planes of the sky, until now.) said her small farewells, I felt a warmth race down my spine. A warmth that signified, that at the very least, she shouldn’t be on her own when it was her time to go. Whether that be now, next week, the next week, or in October.
That small consolation was enough to remove the shake from my hands (that i also didn’t notice was happening, wow. That’s weird, right?) like it’d never been there.
My hands caress her back, and i watch as her breath lifts and rises in a synchronized dance that signified sleep. With a last squeeze to her body, I move her away from me and tuck her deeper into the bed. She needs all the sleep she can get. I exit the bed, and put on my hunting coat. I grab my hunting rifle, a switchblade, and with one last kiss to her head and a glance, I leave to collect dinner.
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