after hours ~ j.p
tags: mdni!, smut, secretary!reader x agent peña, slightly cocky javi, tension, pussy eating from the back (because javis a gentleman), office sex, reader has never been eaten out, protected sex penetration (p in v), mutual orgasms and aftercare.
summary: after a year of attraction to one another, you and javi finally break the tension while working over time in the embassy.
Guys I wrote this in docs when I published it and I just realised that I pasted certain sentences twice. So sorry, I’m only noticing this now (6/2/26)
the bogotá nights had a way of stretching out in silence, the hum of the city muffled behind embassy walls. most of the building had long since gone dark, the rest of the staff filing out hours ago. you were still at your desk, a small pool of lamplight illuminating the neat stacks of paperwork you'd been chewing through.
it wasn't usual for you to stay late at the office. somebody had to get through the endless reports, cables and travels requests that kept the DEA section spinning. besides, you found it easier to work when there wasn't others here.
sometimes you wondered if you were fit for this job. you weren't like the rest of the DEA staff. you weren't tough or loud spoken and definitely didn't know how to use a gun - not that you needed to. you tried to keep mostly to yourself which sometimes, as a twenty six year old was tough. the majority of your friends at home worked as waitresses or baristas - studying art or cosmetology while you had a degree in business by the time you were twenty three. it should have been a good thing - and it was, but you couldn't help feeling like you were missing out on your twenties. like you should be out clubbing or sleeping with guys.
but there was one thing - or maybe you should say, one person, who made the days in the office a little more worthwhile.
agent javier peña.
or javi, as he preferred to be called.
you weren't exactly sure what it was that the two of you had, if even anything. sometimes you felt as if you might be imagining the looks from across the bullpen. or when his hand would skim yours while handing you a stack of paperwork at your desk. or last week when he complimented your red nails.
a whole goddamn year of this, ever since you first met him in the office last spring. and it was driving you out of your mind.
you weren't exactly used to this kind of attention from guys. the last time you had a long term relationship was highschool and as for hookups? two guys, sophomore and junior year in college, sloppy and unsatisfying. you wanted to flirt back, really you did, but every time you tried to you just felt like an idiot. javi was like the cool, popular guy in the school that all the girls tried to impress, as for you? you were the kind of girl people would ask out as a joke.
the sound of your office door swinging open pulled you out of your thoughts - your head shooting up at the unexpected intrusion. you were always taught to stay on edge in your line of work — especially with the escobar case at the moment, but your anxiety was quickly faded when you heard the familiar voice ask.
"still here?"
javi.
he leaned against the doorway, half smoked cigarette still hanging out of mouth. his navy shirt wrinkled, brown curls mussed like he'd spent the entire day running his hand through it. his voice always had a way of making a shiver run down your spine and heat burn into your cheeks.
"oh - hey. yeah, i uh.. just have a lot of paperwork to get through." you managed a small smile, catching your bottom lip between your teeth in a lousy attempt to look casual. "what about you? is agent murphy here?"
javi took a deep inhale of his cancer stick, walking into your office and shutting the door behind him, stubbing out the cigarette in the unused ashtray on your desk. "no. fuckers at home having his beauty sleep. leavin' me with all the hard work as per." he huffed, crooked smile on his face despite his tired eyes. he took a seat across from you, spreading his legs comfortably as you tried not to stare.
you hummed a pathetic laugh that sounded so obviously laced with nervousness. and with your bad luck, javi decided to take advantage of that with his teasing.
"what's gotcha so nervous? always acting like i'm gonna pull a gun on you any second, cariño." he asked slyly — but this time it wasn't mockingly sly, more.. flirty?
your cheeks burned, pen falling out of your hand awkwardly. you shifted in your seat, trying to come up with a way to respond that didn't make you look like a complete idiot. "i.. i don't know what your talking about, agent peña." you managed with professionalism, swallowing thickly and crossing your leg over your thigh. you hadn't even noticed your black skirt riding up from your knees to your black tights covered thigh until javi's eyes shifted down.
"no?" he asked, standing up out of his seat and rounding the desk to your side. he stopped in front of you, reaching down and brushing a piece of hair out of your face. "i think you know exactly what i'm talking about. sweet girl aren't you? in your pretty little skirts, walking round here biting that lip every time i look at you." his pointer tipped your chin up to meet his eyes. "don't think you know the half of what you do to me, do you?" his warm, tobacco smelling breath fanned over your face as he dropped to his hunkers.
your breath hitched, a broken sound escaping your lips when you tried to speak. all you could do was shake your head, lips parting when his two fingers gripped your chin.
"yeah…. that's what i thought, baby." he nodded.
the air was thick with tension, your pupils dialating when javier gently pulled you to your feet, backing you against your desk.
the second the backs of your thighs hit the desk, javi's mouth was on yours, but the kiss was anything but gentle, all tongue and harsh breaths against one another. your hand stumbled back to brace on the desk behind you to stabilise yourself, the other desperately gripping his arm with trembling fingers. javier's hands roamed your waist and hips, not daring to dip lower unless you seemed comfortable. from what you gathered from the year of knowing him in work, he was rough around the edges, known for fucking his share of prostitutes, yet he still made sure to respect the women he surrounded himself with.
his mouth moved against yours with intent but you pulled back before he could continue, your work ethic and anxiety getting to you. "should we be doing this?" you asked breathlessly. "what if someone finds out?"
javi's breaths were already ragged, hands squeezing your hips gently like he'd been waiting years to touch you like this. he huffed out a laugh, one hand sliding up under your hair to grip the back of your neck. "it's your call. but if you're asking what I think? i couldn't give a fuck who sees." he whispered, voice slipping low and teasing but keeping a hint of seriousness. assuring you that you could stop this if you felt you needed to.
you didn't know what to do.
you wanted this - god, you wanted it. you've been wanting this for the past year, but it was risky. it was unprofessional and this job was your whole life. could you really risk being caught sleeping with someone you work with and risk loosing your job over it?
but on the other hand, this was javier. the man that invaded your thoughts every second of the day. the man who you've been craving for so long was finally making a move on you. you owed this to yourself. before you could spend any more time contemplating, you leaned back in, capturing javis lips once again but slower this time — maybe a little clumsy too. it had been a while since you'd kissed someone.
javi melted into the kiss, clearly relieved with your answer as his hands resumed their position on your waist, a little less frantic now. he seemed to silently understand that you hadn't done this in a while.
his hand trailed down your lower back, lower, lower, until it reached the swell of your ass through your skirt. he pulled back to whisper to you. "this fucking ass baby, jesus. been watching it swaying around this damn place for the past year."
his admission made you moan without meaning to — a soft, whiny sound. you were a little surprised too. you never really thought about your body being any more than average. never thinking anything special about how it looked. "r-really?"
javier chuckled, a low raspy sound you rarely heard in the office. his other hand joined - gently squeezing the flesh of your butt.
"you want me to show you?"
you looked up at him dumbly - not exactly sure what he was getting at. "and how would you do that?"
javier's heart could have fucking melted at your innocence. his eyes softened a little, expression far from the smug, cocky one he usually wore for his agent persona. "awh, dulce niña." his hands left your ass, trailing up to the waistband of your skirt and gently pulling on it. "do you trust me?"
you hesitated for a little before answering. although you mostly knew the work version of javi, he didn't strike you as the kind of man to make you feel uncomfortable or hurt you in any way. you had heard of him dealing with some of escobars sincaros and how they would sometimes use women against their will. you saw how it infuriated him. so, with all of that in mind, you nodded your head, whispering the softest, "yes, javier."
javi smiled in a decently successful attempt at easing your nerves before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "well then how about you bend over the desk for me, sweetheart."
the wooden desk was cool beneath your cheek from the overhead fan. your breaths were so heavy that if the table were glass, you would be able to draw with the fogged up material. javier stood behind you, but he wasn't touching. just. admiring.
he hand finally moved, settling gently on your left hip, thumb stroking idle circles into your jumpy bones. "so pretty like this," he murmured to himself. "gotta taste that pussy, hermosa. gotta bury my face between your pretty cheeks."
you felt your heart drop.
taste you?
nobody had ever eaten you out before. you'd heard from girls back home who had it done to them that it was miles better than sex. you'd always wondered what ir was like. but excitement quickly turned into anxiety. what if you didn't smell good? what if you tasted bad? what if, in some way it hurt? "j.. i've never really.." you cleared your throat, trying to get the words out through embarrassment. "nobody has ever done that to me before." you breathed, face burning in unnecessary humiliation.
javi's hand seemed to still on your hip, obviously not expecting what you just said. you immediately regretted your words. you knew most guys didn't like inexperienced girls, so why did you give him the opportunity to back out? but javi spoke before you could overthink anymore. "fuck, baby." he murmured, almost sounding mad at the fact you hadn't done this. "nobodies ever eaten that sweet pussy?"
your breath caught in your throat at the bluntness of his words, heart jumping when you heard him kneel down behind you. "i.. no." you breathed. his hands settled on your hips once again, now starting to tug on the waistband of your black skirt.
"fucking missing out, i bet." he grumbled to himself. "let's get this off, yeah?" he paused his tugging on your waistband, waiting for your response to make sure it was okay.
you nodded your head, palms clammy as you gripped the desk you were, not so long ago doing paperwork on. his hands worked your skirt down your backside and legs with intent, revealing your ass that was covered with your black tights. next, without any warning, javis hands roughly tore open the crotch and butt of your tights — the cheap material ripping with minimal effort. a yelp tore its way from your throat without meaning to, the unexpected action causing you clench around nothing.
you were so exposed — pussy and asshole completely on display for javi to be eye level with. you felt his breath fan over your forbidden areas when he groaned low in his throat. the action was so arousingly filthy that it made your legs feel like jello. "look at that," javi breathed, one hand wrapping around the back of one of your spread thighs, the other travelling up between your butt cheeks - thumb gently dragging through your folds.
the gentle movement caused you to jolt forward a little, lungs punching out a shaky breath. you flushed harder when you felt your embarrassing amount of slick coat his digit. he thumb swiped up to your clit, gently massaging the sticky substance into the bundle of nerves. you couldn't help the "ohhhh," sound you made at the sparky feeling.
"yeah, that feels good, doesn't it?" javi asked, a smirk clear in his voice as he worked your pretty clit up. you nodded pathetically in response. you'd never really had anybody touch that part of your vuiva. the two men you had been with just presumed that roughly slamming their fingers into you when you were barely wet would feel good - never paying any attention to places you actually needed attention.
"Y-yeah.. feels so good." you exhaled, dropping your heads down into your folded arms, arching your back prettily for him.
"tell me, sweetheart," he started, bringing the thumb he'd just touched you with to his mouth, sucking it clean just for a taste.
"when's the last time you've felt good for somebody else?"
you whined at the question, breath stuttering when javi's face got dangerously close to your centre. "i. hungh.. was.. a long time a-ago i — god, please just eat my pussy." you begged, mouth parting with each of heave of air - lungs greedily sucking in all the oxygen they could get.
javi stroked the back of your ankle before trailing his hands up to spread your ass cheeks. then, mumbled a; "that's what i thought." before burying his face between them.
the first swipe of his tongue made your hips jerk, relief consuming you when javi licked his way through your folds, tongue lapping at your hole eagerly, like he'd been waiting centuries to do so. a wail clawed from your throat, hands scrambling on the desk for something, anything to hold on to. "ah — javi - !"
javi's hand tapped your butt cheek gently, watching it jiggle slightly in his face as he feasted. "take it, just fucking take it." he growled into your cunt, tongue teasing the inside on your hole before dipping inside fully. the feeling was nothing compared to a cock. wet, hot heat filling you up — a gentle yet desperate intrusion.
your forehead hit the table harshly but the pain was short lived from the way javi was devouring you behind. his tongue trailed up to your clit, mouth sealing around your sensitive nerves.
that was it.
noises tore from your belly that you weren't even aware you could make. your ass rutted back into his face between sobs and pleads. the sensation was like nothing you'd ever felt in your life. your fingers or that toy you'd bought out of curiosity last year couldn't compare to the way this man was making you feel. babbles of pleasure were just about all the words you could formulate. and soon enough, you were sagging against the desk, gasping javi's name over and over.
javi had never witnessed anything like it.
he hadn't had much experience with girls like you.
noises tore from your belly that you weren't even aware you could make. your ass rutted back into his face between sobs and pleads. the sensation was like nothing you'd ever felt in your life. your fingers or that toy you'd bought out of curiosity last year couldn't compare to the way this man was making you feel. babbles of pleasure were just about all the words you could formulate. and soon enough, you were sagging against the desk, gasping javi's name over and over.
javi had never witnessed anything like it.
he hadn't had much experience with girls like you.
the majority of the time, he didn't even date. too much time spent in work to be able to commit to a relationship. so, fucking loud mouthed whores was what a typical evening of blowing off steam was like for javier peña. all fake, over-the-top moaning and meaningless dirty talk.
but you?
god, you were so different. and a good different.
all sweetness and light around the office, not a clue what those pretty skirts and blouses did to him. how his heart would melt when he would see you laugh at one of steve's unfunny, in his opinion, jokes, or when the drug sniffer dogs would come into the office and how you'd smile and scratch behind their ears. or how you looked while concentrating on something. brows slightly furrowed and the end of your pen caught between your teeth as your eyes scanned over the paper work. or how now, back arched up and mouth agape while he devoured your pretty cunt.
javi pulled back, face and nose wet from your drooling lips. his chest was heaving, shirt now unbuttoned a little from the sudden
but you?
god, you were so different. and a good different.
all sweetness and light around the office, not a clue what those pretty skirts and blouses did to him. how his heart would melt when he would see you laugh at one of steve's unfunny, in his opinion, jokes, or when the drug sniffer dogs would come into the office and how you'd smile and scratch behind their ears. or how you looked while concentrating on something. brows slightly furrowed and the end of your pen caught between your teeth as your eyes scanned over the paper work. or how now, back arched up and mouth agape while he devoured your pretty cunt.
javi pulled back, face and nose wet from your drooling lips. his chest was heaving, shirt now unbuttoned a little from the sudden heat that enveloped his body. meanwhile, beneath his black slacks his cock was painfully hard, aching with every shift he made on his knees. he hadn't been this hard since he was a goddamn teenager, he wasn't even aware he could still feel like this at twenty eight.
"jesus, hermosa. pussy tastes so fucking good. just soaking my face, huh pretty girl?" he cooed, planting a sloppy, wet kiss over your overstimulated clit.
your brain could barely register what he said, too spent and practically buzzing with adrenaline. "s'so good, javi." you hummed.
a soft smile crawled onto javi's wet lips. his thumb stroked soothing circles into your butt cheek. "hm, is that right? i'm glad honey."
after a minute of soft kisses on your thighs and butt, javi broke the silence. "you think you can take some more, baby?"
your stomach flipped.
more?
you wondered how it could get any better than that. if that was what his mouth was like, then what would his cock be like.?
you answered before you could think any more about it. "want your cock, javi."
javi was pulling himself to his feet in the seconds, hands rough on your shoulders when he used them to spin you around, travelling down to your waist to lift you onto the table. "is that what you want? you want this cock inside you, baby?"
you stumbled a little as he set you on the table. your face was flushed and blotchy from crying, lips wet from drooling. you felt your wet cunt coat the table beneath you as javi started unbuttoning your blouse. you nodded frantically, pupils blown wide with anticipation.
you'd fantasied about this moment more times than you would like to admit. javi taking you right here on the desk. his hand clamped over your mouth as his thick cock filled you over and over.
"want it s-so bad, i. i've thought about it for so long." you admitted, gasping when he pulled the blouse off your shoulders and tossed it on the ground, your white lace bra coming into view.
javi growled low in his throat at the sight of your breasts. full and glowing with little beads of sweat — the lamplight pouring over them beautifully. "yeah? tell me what you thought about." he demanded, unclasping your bra in record time, watching your titties spill out of the cups, swollen nipples just begging to be sucked. he took the opportunity to lean down and catch a peak in his mouth, sucking on it furiously while you jumped a little at the action, hand flying down to tangle your fingers in his hair.
"i.. god.. i've thought about.. about you and me.. in here at my desk. and you. you fucking me — " you heaved, fingers tugging gently on his curls as he alternated between each nipple. "fucking me so hard javi." you whined.
javi could have cum on the spot.
sweet girl with such a filthy little head.
"fucking dirty girl," he chuckled, standing up straight to pull at zipper of his slacks, roughly tugging both them and his boxers down his hips until they pooled at his feet. his cock slapped his covered belly, thick and flushed. and god his length..
he was fucking hung like a horse. eight inches at the very least.
it made your mouth go dry. javi spat into his hand, wrapping his hand around his dick, stroking it a little to prep himself, spreading his saliva and pearly beads of pre-jack on his base.
"well that's what your gonna get, sweetie. i'm gonna fuck that pretty pussy and you're gonna take it." he stated, other hand cupping your jaw roughly. "you understand? you gonna take it? gonna be a good girl for me?"
tears sprung into your waterline as you nodded your head. "yes, javi." you complied, lips parted, lids heavy.
javi rolled on the condom he'd fished out of his wallet like it was second nature - which for him, it probably was. his cock looked so pretty even while covered up. already leaking into the latex.
the first prod of his tip made you hiss - yet you stayed calm, focusing on the way javi circled your clit with most delicious pressure. you were spread out on the table facing him, hands propped up on the wooden desk behind you while javi kept your leg hoisted up on his hip with his free hand, you doing the same with the other.
"gotta fuck this cock inside you, baby." he explained as if he were showing you how to make a paper airplane. "gotta fill you up."
"yeah," you cried softly, eyes wild as you looked up at him. "s'so big."
javier smiled smugly, but you could tell it wasn't the first time a woman had told him that. "yeah, i know it is. but you can take it sweetheart, i know you can."
and at that, he pushed his hips forward roughly, filling you up with just one thrust. the stretch was unreal, it made your head spin in a mix of fullness and pain. your eyes watered, mouth falling open uncontrollably. if you weren't so turned on both physically and mentally, you were sure you'd have to ask him to stop. but somehow, your walls stretched perfectly to accommodate him despite never having anything of such a size.
javier's head fell forward, his own lips parting as he filled your aching hole. you were so tight around him — a clear sign of how long ago it had been since you had been fucked like this. your gummy walls were like velvet around him - slick and sucking him in like they never wanted to let him go. "tu coño está tan apretado a mi alrededor, nena. me chupa ran jodidamente bien." he groaned.
you didn't speak great spanish but from what you gathered, you were sucking him in so well and something else. whatever it was, it was fucking hot and made your eyes roll back. javi always sounded so good when he spoke spanish. you clenched around him unintentionally, your long untouched pussy clearly satisfied.
you could barely speak - couldn't even move. the mix of fullness and the circles on your clit was so overwhelmingly good that you couldn't do anything but take it — exactly how javi said. "javi." you choked brokenly, wanting to reach out to him but not wanting to loose your balance on the table.
he pulled his hips back a few inches before slamming back inside you, his cock curving up into that spot you could never reach on your own. his hand gave your clit one more gentle tap before reaching up and cupping the side of your face, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your cheek.
your head lolled back, a pornographic sounding moan pouring from your lips as his cock head stroked your swelling g-spot. the feeling was so intense it made your thighs tremble on the table.
"yeah." javi drawled. "that's it right there huh? that special spot, sweetheart." his hips started to speed up a little as you relaxed further around him.
you nodded your head, eyes squeezing shut from the intense feeling building in your belly. "yeah, right there," you gasped, eyes boring into his as he worked up your pussy, thrusting in and out just how you needed it. "please fuck me harder." you pleaded.
the words even shocked you. during sex, you rarely talked. only ever letting out a half assed "just like that" or "right there". you didn't know where this version of you was coming from but you were obviously doing something right because it was in that moment javi lost all restraint.
his thrusts turned punishing - each one knocking the breath from your lungs as his fingers dug into your skin, anchoring you in place. he was so fucking relentless. the desk creaked beneath you. your moans echoed off the walls along with the obscene sound of your soaked pussy. his name fell from your lips like prayer, each gasp of it getting needier.
"say it again," he gritted. "say my fucking name like you mean it."
"javi - oh my god, javi-"
"that's right, hermosa. that's mine." his hand left your cheek and traveled down to your pussy, thumb running through your slit.
"this pussy is mine," he palmed the flesh of your ass. "this pretty little ass is mine," he brought his hand back up your body and squeezed one of your breasts roughly in his hand. "and these titties are mine."
you nodded pathetically, head lolling back in ecstasy once again. you could feel him everywhere - his cheap cologne clinging to your sweat slick skin, his heat pressed against you, his hand when it travel down between your thighs to rub you off just right — just how he began to do now.
and just as you were about to fall apart, just as your vision blurred and your moans turned breathless and broken -
he wrapped his arm that was hoisting your leg up, around your waist, leaving you to keep both legs up on your own.
"you're gonna cum wirh me."
you didn't stand a chance.
not when he had your back arched, your hips bucking, your moans punched out of you with every ruthless thrust.
you gasped, eyes fluttering as he stroked where he knew you needed it - circling, pressing, dragging you up toward the edge. your thighs trembled. his cock dragged deep inside you, heavy and thick - swelling in your walls.
he was insatiable.
"you're dripping all over me," he groaned, cock twitching inside you. "gonna soak this desk. poor fucking hilda'll have a real mess to clean." the mention of your cleaning lady almost made you laugh.
"i-i can't," you whimpered, dizzy from overstimulation, from the scent of him still curling through the room like a trap.
"yes, you can," he hissed, fucking into you harder. "I know your can. been such a good girl so far."
"c'mon, baby. give it to me. i need it."
he wanted to feel it. Hear it. your body breaking apart for him like it was made to.
and when your orgasm tore through you - loud, shaking, guttural - he cursed and pulled out just in time to see the way your release shuddered down your thighs, messy and obscene and perfect.
"fucking hell," he growled, grabbing his cock and stroking it hard, fast, as he stared at the wreckage of you - your thighs spread, your mouth open, your body twitching from the aftershocks.
he didn't last much longer.
one sharp exhale-your name on his lips-and he came, painting the inside of the condom with hot, thick ropes of it.
javier stumbled back a step, chest heaving, hands braced on his thighs as he tried to catch his breath. a beat passed before he said anything.
"jesus," he mumbled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and letting your legs fall from his waist comfortably. the heat in the air was replaced with something softer — the aftershocks of the intense orgasms fizzling out into reality.
you heaved a breath and before you could even register what you were doing, you circled yours arms around javi's neck in exhaustion - completely melting into him and dropping your head into the crook of his neck.
javi caught you immediately - lifting you up off the desk and wrapping your legs around his waist. "ookay, it's okay, i've got you." he soothed, easing down into the spinning desk chair - taking you with him into his lap.
his hand smoothing down over your lower back, letting you straddle him comfortably. he could still feel how soft your skin was despite your back being sweaty. his hands caressed you with the upmost gentleness, a far cry from moments ago when he was slamming into you.
"talk to me, sweetheart." he demanded softly. "you okay? you feeling okay?" his voice was laced with worry, like he was afraid he'd hurt you in some way.
a lazy smile crossed your lips as you pressed them against javi's clothed shoulder - breathing in the masculine scent of his shirt. you trailed your lips up to his ear, pressing a tender kiss there before whispering;
"i'm perfect, javi."
thank you so much for your patience! have missed writing for my favourite DEA man, so I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing!
