I am literally the definition of someone who doesn’t take shit from anyone - You cannot fuck with me. I am bloody headstrong and an independent woman.
That being said, I think if this man came into my office trying to get me into bed, it would take me about two minutes before I fucked him there and then.
Summary: Y/N’s and Javier’s actions on the couch are confronted.
Content Warnings: No smut just yet... Slow burn? Uh 18+ still though cause Javier’s got a filthy mouth and Y/N can’t stop saying fuck. Angst. Jealousy. Reference to declining mental health.
A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get out. I’ve rewritten this three times because I just didn’t enjoy the direction it took. It was way too serious and stuffy, so I’ve gone a little playful with it and I’m kinda into it. Anyway, enjoy!
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Part One
You and Steve spent your first night in Colombia talking about everything and anything. Well, to be more accurate Steve did. For the most part your job was to listen and absorb. If Javier minded the Murphy reunion playing out in his living room he was kind enough not to say anything and stay safely behind his bedroom door.
By 7am your mind was melted, you had already been going on 24 hours without sleep but taking on this amount of information, man, your brain hurt. They’d hung his cat, he’d beat the shit out of some coke head at the airport and to top it all off he’d saved the Colombian president from a terrorist attack.
"This place is a real resort, huh?" You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in disbelief.
"It's definitely something alright," Steve lit what you believed to be his seventh cigarette in four hours, it seemed the stress of Escobar had made his chain smoking worse. "You can't stay here, it's not… it's not a good place to be. It makes you different, harder. Paranoid." Steve didn’t look good at all, his knuckles were bruised and oozing yellow and his eyes had dark rings of purple no doubt from the sleepless nights he’d had recently.
"I'm not leaving until you look like you're not gonna' blow over at the slightest goddamn breeze. I'm a big girl Stevie, I make my own choices."
He didn't look impressed but he had no response, you knew that the conversation was far from over but with a shrug and a shake of his head he tabled it for a later date. The two of you sat in silence for a moment as you searched for what to say next.
"I need some sleep and a shower. I figured you wouldn't mind me camping on your couch."
"Uh, my place…" Steve scratched his neck uncomfortable "is a bit of a wreck. I lost my shit after Con, and I haven't tidied in a while-"
"A shower please and at least 12 hours of sleep then we'll sort it all out," you stood up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders you towered over him from where he sat.
Javier's bedroom door opened and Steve shot up out of your embrace. He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment at being caught feeling his feelings.
"Javi, I can't thank you enough man... Thanks for looking out for her." Steve clapped his partner on the shoulder. "Sorry if we kept you up,”
"Nah, I passed out after you got here,” Javier supplied kindly and whilst you knew it probably wasn’t true, you thought it was nice that he tried. “I’m about to head out, got a lead on Escobar to look into, got some concrete info from my informant. But you’re welcome to crash here, shower and rest… last I saw it, looked like a bomb went off in his place.” He snarked with a smoke hanging out of his mouth and buttoning up his fresh orange shirt.
“Thanks man,” Steve muttered for the third time this morning though this one was laced with sarcasm. “He’s right though, you should get some sleep here and give me some time to fix it up.”
“Don’t be silly. If Javier really doesn’t mind I’ll rest up here and help you clean it after. I’m here to help Steve, so let me.”
“Makes no odds to me,” Javi drawled with a shrug whilst pulling on his boots. After a quick tour of the bedroom and shower, you thanked him before turning to your suitcase and pulling out a fresh pair of pyjamas and your toiletries.
The two men were talking about the ‘concrete info’ Javier had gotten from his informant the night before, when you stood up and spotted the towel Javi had placed upon the table. When you got close they both clammed up, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion, though Steve ignored it completely.
“I’ll get some shut-eye too, come and knock when you’re up,” Your brother announced whilst stretching with a groan as he turned towards the door.
“Make yourself at home,” Javier smirked. His tone was full on innuendo even if he didn’t say anything inherently sexual. You turned quickly and clutched your toiletries closer, flustered by his words. You hadn’t known quite how he was going to interact with you this morning, part of you had been scared he’d ignore you completely so you were quite happy with the easy going kindness.
You closed the door and sighed, feminism was really taking a hit at your hands. Jesus Christ you were pulling the whole female race back a couple of centuries as you could barely look a man in the eyes with flushing a bright red and losing your ability to manufacture sentences.
You turned on the faucet of the shower just as Javier showed you. Whilst it was heating you up you turned to look in the mirror, your hair was a shade darker than it should’ve been coated in a disgusting cocktail of what you could only imagine was grease and sweat. Pulling your hair back, you noticed you had a bruise forming between the curve of your jaw and behind your ear. Was this guy secretly a 17 year old boy? leaving you with a goddamn hickey.
You peeled your fragrant clothes all while cursing Javier's name. You stepped into the shower and washed away the stress of the past night. All had ended well you supposed, better than well really. You’d made it here safe, found Steve and made out with a gorgeous man. The only downside was now you were here you saw how awful your brother looked.
Sighing, you decided to compartmentalise these complex thoughts until you had at least 8 hours of sleep under your belt. So you washed both your hair and your body quickly, reaching beyond the shower curtain for your toothbrush. You spent longer than was really necessary brushing your somewhat fluffy teeth before dropping the instrument back on the counter.
When you were finally done, you rinsed off and turned off the tap, exhaustion hitting hard now you were finally in the end zone. You looked around for your towel only to realise it was still on the dining table, you’d been distracted by the mens hushed whispers and Javiers teasing remarks.
“For fuck sakes,” you huffed under your breath out of the frustration of yet another task being between you and sleep. So after wringing out your hair you opened the bathroom door and peeped your head out.
The coast was clear, or at least it appeared that way.
As you rounded the corner, Javier was sitting with a coffee cup in his hand, and the towel resting in front of him with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
“You forget something?”
You let out a dignity killing squeak and dove for the blanket that lay on the back of the sofa. You couldn’t believe the gall of this man.
“I could ask you the same thing! I thought you were going!” You proclaimed, gasping at the audacity of this man.
“Wanted a cup of coffee, y’know, start my day off right,” his face held absolutely no remorse and there was something distinctly challenging that dwelled there.
"You're a fucking perv, you do realise that spying on unsuspecting women as they get out of the shower isn't very cop-like." You growl at the man.
"Whose spying? I'm just sitting here enjoying my morning coffee, whilst you waltz around my apartment naked." He smirked holding his hand up "If anything I'm the injured party, what with you throwing yourself at me."
Your instant reaction was outrage, a huff left your body before you could restrain your response, that shit eating grin of self satisfaction remained on his beautiful face. It was so much worse than the usual smirk that usually resided there, you wanted nothing more but to knock it off him.
Schooling your face you rolled your eyes at his words and released your hold on the blanket. Two could play at this game.
"Whoops,"
You saw his eyes widen and flick down your body for just a second before the mahogany eyes narrowed and settled back on your own.
If this was a game he wanted to play, you’d win it.
It was your turn to smirk as you stepped over the blanket completely stark naked in the living room of a man whose last name you didn’t know and who just so happened to be your brother's partner.
You strolled forward noting how his eyes never left your own, the man had some real willpower. You had meant what you said last night, this was definitely not a good idea. You were playing with fire and you could guarantee Steve would murder you both if he found out about this, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t play a little bit of cat and mouse.
So you ignored the man completely and grabbed the towel from the table in front of him. You turned away and began patting yourself dry before rubbing at your hair as you walked back to the bathroom.
“Have a good day at work!” You call as you use your foot to kick the door closed behind you, though the door doesn’t finish its journey as a hand catches it and flings it back. The sheer force with which it slams into the wall makes your eyes widen and take a startled step backwards.
Javier stands in the doorway, staring at you. Your facade of confidence is knocked as you stare at him, he walks forward slowly, all swagger as usual and takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
Much like last night, he places a teasing single, solitary kiss on your lips. Your eyes shut as you wait for the onslaught to begin. But it doesn’t. He pulls away before placing a finger on the bruise on your neck, which was now on full display as your hair was pulled back from your face, dripping water down your body.
“Sweet dreams, maravillosa.” He whispers a voice like honey, backing up. His eyes, deliberately slow, roamed your body before they rose to meet your own. There were no playful winks or smirks present any more, only a heat. A burning fire between the two of you.
He was an arms length away from you but you felt a pressure on your chest, it was constricting your breathing. Making it hard to think, you didn't move or speak for fear it would break the spell. No words were passed between you as he took you in one last time and then turned on his heel and strolled out of the apartment.
That fucking bastard. He'd won again.
...
It was dark when you awoke to the front door slamming closed, it took you a moment to realise where you were.
Your head felt like it was full of wool and your teeth felt heavy in your mouth, you rubbed at your eyes feeling like you'd slept for an age.
You remembered the events of the previous night as you looked around taking in his room, minimal decorations, it looked like a prison cell rather than a bedroom. Javier was definitely not a nester.
Oh God Javier. The man you'd had at least two sexual encounters with in the past 24 hours. You'd thrown yourself at your brother's partner like a sex starved maniac, but my God, he was making you feel more alive than you had in years.
You sighed and lay back down, closing your eyes and rubbing your head. You grabbed the pillow and put it over your face. You weren't here for Javier, the lovely distraction he was proving to be, you were here for Steve. Steve was a goddamn mess, he was all over the place. Volatile, emotional and drunk, apparently, a large percentage of the time.
No, you decided, with a clear head for the first time in 48 hours. You could indulge in Javier when Steve had his head screwed back on and not a moment sooner. You would restrain yourself, you were not a blushing teen, contrary to your recent behaviour. You could do this.
You breathed out in a forlorn sigh, my God he'd destroy you. You knew all that swagger had to have experience to back it up.
Restraint Y/N, restraint.
You huffed in frustration and were struck by his scent, it had been around you all day, but he was condensed into the pillow covering your face. It smelt like smoke and his own brand of spice, something that brought his cocksure face into your minds eye.
This was going to be difficult.
Placing the pillow back down where you'd found it you rolled into a standing position, stretching out your arms above your head. You heard someone moving around in the lounge, a man and a woman talking.
Narrowing your eyes to step silently over the suitcase you'd moved into the bedroom last night and pulled out a pair of jeans, an undershirt and nondescript plaid shirt. You pretty much threw them on along with clean underwear as quietly as you could, it was as you were sitting on the bed pulling your socks on you heard the scrape of the sofa and silence throughout the apartment.
What in the hell?
It was then you decided to make as much noise as you possibly could… your rational brain told you he wouldn't… no- he couldn't be so god damn stupid not to check you weren't still in his bed before bringing a woman home after you'd been dry humping on that sofa not 12 hours ago.
You pulled on your trainers, steeling yourself for what you were about to find. This was either going to be a huge misunderstanding and you’d misconstrued the sounds or he was banging some lady out- A moan cut through your thoughts. No. No fucking way! That absolute fucker, getting you all hot for him and then pulling this shit!
You were struck by your position then, you were in his bedroom. Trapped. There was no clean exit. At this point the name of the game was damage control. You planned in your head, just get out of the apartment with as much dignity as you can muster. Resolved you all but launched your suitcase upwards crashing it into the wardrobe as it went and zipped it making sure to make it drag it out as much as possible to make the most noise you could.
You took in a breath, dragging your suitcase behind you and opened the bedroom door slowly and pretty damn stealthily if you do say so yourself, the apartment was dark, the only light source was from the warm glow of the street lamps outside.
So, you began your escape, taking a hesitant step forward. One foot after the other you got closer to the door, the wheels on your suitcase frustratingly loud, they had not got the memo that your mission had changed and your panicked brain now wanted to escape without confrontation.
As you rounded the corner, your stomach dropped. There, in the same position you had been not hours before was a woman, completely naked and riding the man that had invaded your dreams and had made you lose your head like no other.
You stopped dead in your tracks for just a moment before your fight or flight instinct kicked in. Now you'd like to say you're a fighter, the kind of girl to stick up for herself but all you wanted was for the ground to open and swallow you up. So in a moment of unhinged panic you made a run for it. Ditched the suitcase in the hall and hauled ass.
You weren't proud of it by any stretch of the imagination but you escaped pretty much unscathed apart for your dignity. That bitch was abandoned with the suitcase, decimated on the hallway floor. But hey, who really needed dignity?
You heard a surprised shout of something that sounded vaguely like ‘what the fuck?!’ from the lovers in Spanish as the door slammed behind you. You were taking the steps three at a time in sheer fear Javier and his lover would follow you out of the apartment. You knocked on the door of Steve’s place, praying to all that was holy that he was awake. Your luck, it would seem had not run out. As Steve opened the door looking as fresh as a daisy, well. A daisy that had been carried around in a child's pocket, mushed and missing a few petals, but you appreciated the effort of him tidying himself up.
“You alright?” His eyebrows dropped as he took in your sweating forehead and gasping breath.
“Uh, yeah? I ran into Javier and his … girlfriend? I think he forgot I was there.” You weren’t proud that you snitched to your brother but that was the best way of getting your things back without seeing Javier, you needed a hot second for this awkwardness to scab over.
“Fucksake Javi,” He pushed past you and nodded his head towards the apartment. “Make ya’self at home, yeah?”
With a nod you stroll into the living room still struggling to breathe. You throw yourself onto the couch, that was thankfully nothing like the one downstairs.
You were such a pussy.
You couldn’t explain why but seeing that had been a punch to the gut, you’d known him for an evening, you had absolutely no claim on the man but a part of you still mourned what could have been. Javier was exactly like eating peanut butter from the jar, you know you shouldn’t do it and your family gets annoyed if they find out but my God if it isn’t more delicious that way.
You would’ve let him take you apart piece by piece uncaring of if he put you back together after. He looked like the kind of man that knew exactly how to do it but it was a moot point now, it was over.
Jesus. You had to draw the line somewhere for your self respect. So that's how you rationalised your anger, you were annoyed at him for messing up a good thing you had going, the sex would’ve been filthy it would’ve renewed your faith in the universe. It was one hundred percent annoyance at him, you were not jealous.
Okay maybe 90% annoyance, 10% jealousy. It had been the woman from last night, all leggy and gorgeous. That bitch.
No, No, No. Y/N.
Being angry at her was easy but she wasn’t the one humping you on a couch. Javier was the bitch here. Your inner monologue was cut short by two male voices, coming up the stairs.
“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.” You whisper and leap out of your seat, you run for the door on your left as it looks like the bathroom in Javier’s apartment. The two men are close now, maybe at the top of the stairs? You open the door to reveal a fucking closet. You close your eyes and wince in desperation as you hear their voices outside the door.
There’s not enough time to dwell on your declining mental stability as you throw yourself into the cupboard and close the door behind you. You back up and nearly knock something off of the shelf, you turn and catch it in time. You can’t see what the bottle holds as you’re stuck in pitch black but your nervous hands have an iron grip on the plastic. The front door is pushed open, only you can’t see anything except from the strip of light that goes around the perimeter of the door.
“... I swear, you best hope…” Comes Steve’s laughing voice, he sounds strained. “Thanks for the help man, I’ve said that so many times recently it's gonna lose its meaning, but really. Me, you and Y/N -where ever the hell she's got to -we’ll get dinner as a real thanks for all your help.”
“Hey’ like I said. It’s no trouble, I’m just sorry I forgot she was there man!” He sounded meeker than you remembered.
“She’s a big girl as she likes to keep reminding me. I’m sure she’s fine with it. Beer?”
“Nah, I’m good, I got Valeria downstairs. Tell Y/N I said goodnight, ok?”
“Tell her yourself, Y/N!” You close your eyes and smack your head.
‘He was fucking leaving you idiot’ you seethe within your mind.
You hear Steve walk past to the hallway that leads to either of the two doors you could’ve made a run for and actually had an explanation for being behind. But no, here you were hiding in a fucking closet with a quickly waning amount of time before you got caught.
“Where the hell’s she gone?!” Steve all but shouted as he threw a door open. “She’s not here, I was only gone five minutes, they couldn’t have-”
The spiral was coming. This was Colombia after all, his mind had gone to the worst possible scenario, so cringing all while you pushed open the door of your hiding spot to meet the cocked guns of the two DEA agents. One with frantic eyes, the others laden with concern.
Javier looked sinfully disheveled, he’d clearly dressed in a hurry. (Join the club asshole.) Steve looked disbelievingly at you, shaking his head and holstering his gun in the back of his jeans.
“... Uh, I was looking for, um…” You look down at the product in your hands “... Fabric Softener?” Your voice lifts at the end of the sentence, your lie sounds awful even to your ears, but it's your story and you plan on sticking to it.
Both of the men look at you expecting you to elaborate, but you stare right back, more so at Steve than Javier. His face currently causes a nagging sensation in your jaw, making your lips want to purse in disapproval.
“Thanks for your help Javier.” You say cheerily, placing the bottle back on the shelf.
He stares at you, like you're a cornered animal and he doesn’t quite know if he should duck for cover. His eyes follow you hesitantly as he too holsters his weapon. “Sorry, if you saw-”
“It’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You smile at him, your voice is no longer false as you force a dishonest genuinity to it. “Small price to pay for a comfy bed. You shouldn’t keep her waiting though.”
“Yeah..” His eyebrows meet in the dip in the centre, like he's trying to figure out a tricky maths equation and keeps getting the answer wrong. He nods one last time and gives your brother a clap on the shoulder before vacating the apartment.
“Well,” Your brother starts “That was fuckin’ awkward. Nice hiding spot, Moron.” You burst out laughing at his understatement of the year.
“I mean, I saw him banging that lady, I couldn’t make eye contact after that.” You play it off, but you feel like there’s something to your voice you can’t quite disguise, but if Steve notices he doesn’t stop smiling, so you’re happy.
You take the beer out of his hand and point to the cards on the table “Ready for me to whip ya’ like a dog?”
The awkwardness is quickly forgotten. Well, Steve forgets it at least. You don’t. A couple of hours later as you're lying on Steve's couch, trying to force yourself to sleep so you’re not quite so jet lagged tomorrow, you find yourself thinking about it. Analysing Javier’s actions.
After an hour of lying in the dark in contemplation, you can confirm you have no fucking clue why a person would do what he did. The only air tight hypothesis you have as you finally drift off is that he just wanted all the pussy, got greedy and got caught. Your eyes close as you finally lose consciousness with your heart in your gut.
You wake at 5am. The sun is just rising as you roll over, straight onto the wooden floor.
“Fuuck.” You groan, pushing yourself up into a sitting position.
You felt like absolute shit. If you’d thought 10 hours of sleep had knocked you into tuesday, a further forced three hour nap had done you no favours. Rubbing your eyes you shrugged out your shoulders trying your hardest to work out the kink you deserved for sleeping on a sofa. It was barely dusk but a soft golden light was warming up the room.
You sat up and reached to your backpack, pulling out the book you’d purchased at the airport in a hurry; ‘Spanish for Kids.’ There had been a distinct lack of Spanish for beginners and whilst you had faith in yourself, intermediate espanol had scared you off.
So learning to speak like a toddler seemed the better of the two decisions. You didn’t want to be presumptuous about how long you were going to last in Colombia, but you had no plans on going home any time soon. Steve looked like shit, you’d quit your job at the grocery store and Connie was taking care of the rent on your apartment. You were as free as a bird, figuratively speaking, you had no doubt your brother would forbid you to leave the apartment, as if that was in his power.
You sat patiently reading and repeating the words for about two hours, religiously scanning the thin book as if it was the word of God from cover to cover three times. You now had the ability to give people strange facts about yourself, yep, rather underwhelming for two hours work, nevertheless, it was progress.
First job is to find another translation book, Stevie would probably be able to get his hands on one. You looked to the clock on the wall, 7:32am. You could hear Steve snoring away in bed as you stood, pulling on your clothes from last night. You surveyed the fridge and found it lacking even the basics.
With a daring plan, you grabbed Steves keys and wallet from his leather jacket on the hook near the front door. You scribbled a note on the pad near the phone and left it on the dining room table, just so he didn’t think the Sicarios had decided to hang his sister this time.
You took the cash and dropped the rest of his wallet, folding the wad of money and putting it in your front pocket. Grabbing your shades from the table, you all but skipped out of the apartment taking the steps in quick little hops. As you took the last step into the lobby, you ran into the exact last person you wanted to see slipping back into the building.
“Y/N…”
“Hey Javier.” You replied with what you hoped was passable as a smile. There was silence and you could see the usually slick man, scrambling to come up with a topic. For the first time in your life, you let another human flounder and enjoyed it. You had nothing to say to him, zip, nada. Not your problem.
“No Steve?”
“Nah, He’s sleepin’ thought I’d get some groceries.”
“Alone?”
“I made it here in one piece, didn’t I?”
The man's eyebrows furrowed. “Gimme’ a sec’. I’ll come along.”
“Seriously Javi, I appreciate you being such a good friend to Steve. But I’m fine. Honestly. Steve said last night that the shop’s two blocks to the left.”
“Nah, I need some eggs.” You were bemused by his response. But fine, if he wanted to continue this exercise in torture he could feel free to. You shrugged and gestured towards his apartment. He turned on his heel and raced back in, for what, you couldn’t guess. He returned not two minutes later, yellowed sunglasses sitting lazily on his nose and a hand in his back pocket.
“After you,” He all but whispered in your ear as he came up behind you holding the building door open, giving a wonderful performance of a gentleman. You strolled out surprised the sun was this strong even first thing in the morning. You could feel it beginning to power up for the day as it bathed your skin in a soothing warmth.
The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes as you took in Colombia. It wasn’t quite what you expected, maybe not as impoverished. You didn’t have much time to dwell on that analysis, before Javi pulled you from your surroundings.
“Look, about last night…” He trailed off as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say.
“Don’t worry. Honestly.”
“I-”
“No. Honestly, we fooled around. It was a bad idea to start with, maybe it’s good, y’know, that things turned out this way.”
“I-”
“No.”
“But-”
“No. Look. My brother’s a shit show. Absolute train wreck happening in slow motion. I came here for him, I’ve got way too much on my plate right now to worry about where you're sticking your dick. So we’re gonna start over, no awkwardness, no nothing. Hi, I’m Y/N Murphy.” You offered him your hand in surrender, now he may have just witnessed a break in your mental health but he had a half smile on his face as if he had found your soul spilling endearing, instead of deranged. He wrapped his bronzed hand around your significantly smaller one.
“Javier. Javier Peña. Nice to meet you again, guapa.”
“Fucksake, Javi. You don’t make it easy.” He let out another body shaking hearty chuckle at your words.
“I’m Javier, remember? I’ve never felt your wet pussy through my jeans.” Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. He’d taken your white flag and set it on fire and was currently using it to set your lower body alight. “Start over? Like I can get you my outta my fuckin’ head. I didn’t come with you today because I’m Steve’s good friend. I came to get fuckin’ eggs I don’t fuckin’ need because I want to know how you taste.” He’d backed you up against the gate that surrounded what looked like a church, your hand grabbed at the black bar as he advanced on you, the two of you were close but not touching.
“You’ve tasted me.”
“Not those lips, amada.” You couldn’t help but gulp at his words. How were you here, you’d been so angry at him last night. Last night, when he’d woken you up fucking another woman. Ice water shot down your spine as you pushed at his chest.
“No.” You hissed, your hands pushing him again. “You’re giving me fuckin’ whip-lash! One minute you’re getitng me excited thinking I’ma’ bout’ to get the best fuck of my life, the next your screwin’ someone whilst I’m asleep in your fuckin’ bed! Are you insane? They need to either up or lower your dosage, because I don’t know what would make you think that this is okay!”
He huffed, backing off of you but not quite aquiasing to your shoves. “An informant, she was a fuckin’ informant.”
“Oh Javier! Why didn’t you say!” You gasp, before you roll your eyes. “This makes absolutely everything okay.”
Sarcasm dripped from your voice as he seemed to reel from your words, the fucker actually thought he had gotten out of it.
“It’s my job. Finding Escobar, that’s it. That’s all that matters, that’s the end game.”
“Fine. Do your job, just leave me out of it.” He huffed at your words rubbing in between his eyes.
“I have never met anyone as goddamn infuriating as you, Murphy.”
“Fuckin’ likewise, Peña!” The two of you seemed to be in a stare off, neither of you willing to submit. You knew who was in the wrong and from the way he huffed before rubbing the back of his neck, he did too.
“Hello, nice to meet you, I’m Javier Peña. What’s your name?”
I can’t stop thinking about post!columbia javier settling down with the reader in Texas and after a few years they find out they’re pregnant and javi has an internal battle about being a good/bad parent 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Soft expectant daddy Javi I am here for this. :) Thanks for the request.
- You reach out for him in the night, your fingers sliding through the cool fabric of the sheets. His spot is still warm, so he hasn’t been gone long. “Javier?” you call out in the dark, wiping the sleep from your eyes. No response. You reach for your robe and place it over your shoulders, tying it together over your small bump.
- You walk into the living room and see the sliding glass door opened to the backyard. On one of the patio chairs, smoking a cigarette, is your husband carding a hand through one hair while the other pulls a drag before his lips release a cloud of smoke. Javi didn’t smoke anymore unless he was very stressed. That’s when you see the sonogram photo on the table next to the half-empty tumbler of whiskey.
- “I don’t know how to do this,” he mumbles aloud, and you stay in the shadows letting him talk. “I am probably the last person on this planet that deserves you, kid. If there were any justice in the world, I would be six feet under by now. All the bad things I’ve done… you deserve so much more from a father.” He stubs out the cigarette and takes a sip of the liquor.
- He grabs the photo and holds it up to the light. “Your mom is the most incredible loving person, and you are so lucky to have her. Hell, I’m lucky to have her too. She could have had anyone, but for some reason, she chose me.” He leans back in the chair and pinches the bridge of his nose, looking up at the sky. “I’ve killed people. How can I be expected to raise a child when I’ve killed someone else’s?”
- You step out of the shadows and over to his side. He sits up instantly, watching you with guilt-ridden eyes, “How much did you hear?” “Enough.” He sighs before pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist, laying your head on his shoulder. “Do you believe all those things that you said?” He nods, and you kiss his neck softly, feeling him relax under your touch. His hand strokes over your belly, and you card your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
- “I know the right thing to do in this situation is to tell you all of those things you think are wrong, but that won’t solve the problem. You have to believe that you are going to be an amazing father; no one can convince you.” His voice is quiet, “What if I never will?” “This baby will love you regardless because you are their daddy. You will protect them and love them more than anything else in the entire world. The fact that your having these fears already tells me you do. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t care.”
- “Why is someone so smart and beautiful with me?” You let out a giggle, “Because I love you. You’re a wonderful husband; you protect me and love me more than anyone else in the world. You are going to be a great daddy, Javi, and I will be there every step of the way.” “Do you promise?” “I promise.”
- He moves you to stand and takes your hand in his, “Let’s go to bed, mi amor. I love you. Thank you for believing in me; I can do anything if we are together.”
OH PLEASE TALK TO ME MORE ABOUT DADDY JAVI GIMME ALL THE HCS 😖😩
Okay okay so I think there’s two sides to daddy! Javi:
Soft side:
Javi likes to take care of you. One day he knows he’s fucked up. He promised you that he’d be home for dinner this time, but alas, Escobar doesn’t care that he has dinner plans.
He comes home to dim lights in his apartment, dinner placed neatly in a Tupperware box and his baby sprawled out on his sofa. His heart clutches at the image of you, in one of his shirts, curled around a blanket and hair all over your face.
He takes off his shoes and jacket as quietly as possible, and crouches down next to you. He carefully moves your hair out of your face, smiling warmly at just how beautiful you look. Every day he wonders what you’re doing with an old man like him.
He carefully picks you up bridal style to carry you to bed. As you start to stir he puts his lips to your forehead in a gentle kiss and whispers “shhh princesa, daddy’s got you it’s okay. Let’s go to bed, I’m sorry mi amor”.
He places you lightly into the bed, gently removes the shirt you had on and tucks you into bed. He moves to take his gun out of his waistband and places it on the dresser, and then removes his clothes.
He slips into bed, curling around you. He puts his head in your hair, inhaling your scent. His hand falls onto your stomach and he caresses it gently. He whispers how much he loves you, how he’s going to make it up to you and how you’re the best thing in his life.
Darker side:
He’s had a week from hell. Leads going nowhere, Stechner has been giving him shit and the narcos are running circles around them. As well as this he’s been coming home stupidly late at night and leaving first thing in the morning. Barely having a conversation with you.
So when he finally comes home at a reasonable time to you giving him shit, something snaps inside of him. He pushes you up against the wall, hands either side of your head caging him in. “Is that any way to talk to daddy when you know he’s had a bad week? Hm?” You shake your head. He moves one hand to your jaw and slightly pushes your mouth open with his hand. “Words baby”, “no daddy, I’m sorry” you say with puppy eyes. “You know what happens to bad girls don’t you princess?”, “yes daddy” you reply as warmth floods down your body.
He leads you to the couch and you know what’s coming. Your pussy flooding with anticipation. He sits and motions for you to lay over his legs. You shimmy your shorts down and lay over his knees. “Colour baby?” “Green daddy” you say, and although he can’t see your face right now, he hears a hint of a smile. He brings a hand down to your right cheek and you jolt slightly. “This is a punishment princesa, count with daddy”.
You count with him and when you get to ten, he rubs his hand gently over your bright red cheeks. He’s straining painfully hard in his jeans and you feel it. You begin to wiggle over his hard length. “I thought we were done with being a bad girl hm? Or do you still want to be a brat?” Before you can answer he flips you over so you’re laying on your back on the sofa, the cool leather soothing your ass.
He pulls your panties to the side, sliding two fingers through and you wine at the delicious contact. You’re obscenely wet and he moans with you as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks. Slowly he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, and then he picks up his pace. His thumb reaches up to circle your clit and you’re moaning at the rising pressure you feel building. And you’re almost there when he suddenly pulls his fingers away from you.
You’re whining and looking at him with a pouty face. “I told you baby, only good girls get to cum.” He frees himself from his jeans and strokes his cock through your slick folds, before sliding in slowly, moaning as he enters you. He sets a blinding pace, pounding into you harshly. You love it.
Your moans get louder and louder as he pounds into you, and he snakes a hand around your neck, gently applying the pressure that he knows makes you see stars. He leans down and kisses you hungrily and then bites down on your earlobe, whispering filth into your ear. About how you’re his good little slut, always so wet and ready for him. This is his pussy, not yours and it always will be.
He moves down and bites hard on your shoulder, marking you, and he begins to feel you tighten around him. He lifts up and sees panic in your eyes. “Go on princesa, you can cum”. His hand snakes down and he begins to rub circles around your clit; and before you know it your cumming. He praises you through it and starts chasing his own release. He pounds harshly into you a couple more times before he cums, painting your insides spectacularly.
He collapses down onto you and you giggle. He kisses you gently this time before slowly pulling out. He switches into his softer side now, cleaning you and picking you up to carry you into the bathroom. He cleans you in the shower and then wraps around you tightly in bed, eventually drifting off to a few hours of sleep.
(Lol I’m not even a writer Jesus idk where this came from)
