Thank you for this question because this is actually such an interesting one to think about. And obviously, this is just my personal read on Javi.
Also I want to say one thing before I get into it: plus-size bodies can be a sensitive topic for a lot of people, and I really don’t want this turning into people judging each other, insulting anyone’s body, or acting like one opinion is the only correct one. Different headcanons are fine. Being an asshole about them is not yk
Okay, I think the first thing we have to acknowledge is that canon does give us a pretty obvious pattern here: every woman we actually see Javi involved with is slim.
Helena, Elisa, Gaby, Lorraine, Katie, Christina (if we’re counting the fake-flirting situation)… they’re all slim women. Not even particularly curvy, really.
So if somebody looks at that and headcanons that Javi probably has a thing for slimmer women, I’m not going to tell them they’re wrong. That interpretation makes sense.
BUT I also don’t think that automatically means: “Javier Peña would never be attracted to a plus-size woman.” Those are two very different statements.
We only see certain parts of Javi’s life. We don’t know what every woman he ever dated looked like. We don’t know what his first girlfriend looked like, what the women he slept with before Colombia looked like, who he was attracted to but never actually slept with, or what happened during all the years of his life we simply never see.
So yes, canon shows us a pattern. I just don’t think it gives us enough to turn that pattern into some strict rule where Javi only finds one specific body type attractive. And I think this is where attraction and judgment need to be separated too.
Javi doesn’t have to be attracted to every plus-size woman he meets. Obviously. Just like he isn’t going to be attracted to every thin woman he meets either. Attraction doesn’t work like that.
He could meet a woman who fits whatever his usual “type” might be perfectly and feel absolutely nothing. And then he could meet somebody who doesn’t look anything like the women he normally notices and suddenly be completely gone for her. People are weird like that. Attraction is weird like that.
So when somebody asks me how Javi would feel about a plus-size woman, especially the kind of body you’re talking about here – with stretch marks, a soft stomach, a belly pouch, rolls, thicker arms, thighs, all of it, my answer is basically this:
Could he be attracted to her? Yeah. I absolutely think he could.
Do I think every plus-size woman would automatically be his type? No.
But I don’t think every skinny woman is automatically his type either.
And if he already wanted her, I really don’t see him getting her clothes off and suddenly treating her stomach like some horrible surprise he hadn’t prepared himself for 😭 that’s the part that really doesn’t fit Javi to me!
If he’s attracted to a woman, then her body is part of that attraction. It’s not like he wants her personality, her face, her voice, her ass, whatever, and then unfortunately has to “put up with” the fact that she has a soft stomach. He wants her.
And I really don’t think Javi is the kind of man who would see stretch marks or folds or a belly pouch and immediately start judging her for it.
That doesn’t mean I think Javi loves absolutely everything, has zero preferences and has never had an unkind thought in his entire life.
Please. This is still Javier Peña we’re talking about 😭
He has flaws. Plenty of them. He can be emotionally unavailable, stubborn as hell, self-destructive, frustrating, terrible at talking about feelings and generally a complete pain in the ass when he wants to be. I just don’t see “making a woman feel like shit because her body isn’t perfect” as one of those flaws. Especially if this is somebody he actually cares about.
And if she was insecure about her body, I don’t think he’d handle it by suddenly turning into some inspirational Instagram quote either. I cannot imagine Javi looking deeply into her eyes and saying something like: “Every stretch mark tells the story of your beautiful journey.”
She’d probably stare at him like “Who are you and what did you do with Javi?” haha
I think he’d be much more physical about reassuring her:
If she automatically covered her stomach when she took her clothes off, I can absolutely picture him gently moving her hands away.
If she tried to keep the sheet pulled over herself, maybe he’d tug it back down.
Not aggressively, obviously. If she genuinely didn’t want to be exposed or didn’t want him touching somewhere, he’d respect that. But if he could tell she was only hiding because she was afraid he wouldn’t like what he saw, I think that would bother him.
Because he’s already there. He already wants her. She doesn’t need to hide herself from him.
And I think he’d show her that by just… touching her normally. His hand on her stomach. Kissing her there. Holding her hips. Running his hands over her thighs. Not suddenly avoiding certain parts of her body because they don’t look like the women in magazines.
Honestly, I think the worst thing he could do in that situation would be to make a huge deal out of it. Like “I don’t mind your belly! Your belly is fine! Look how much I don’t mind it!”
Please don’t 😭 Now you’ve just made her think you’ve been staring at it for the last ten minutes.
Javi feels much more like someone who would just act completely normal about it.
And if she was still obviously nervous, then maybe you’d get something short from him. “Hey. You don’t have to hide from me.”
That’s it. Very simple. Very him.
Because another thing about Javi is that I don’t think his attraction to women is purely about body shape anyway. Obviously he notices beautiful women. We’ve all watched Narcos. The man has eyes lol. But there’s so much more happening with him than just “nice body, approved.”
Chemistry matters. The flirting matters. The eye contact.
How she talks to him. Whether she can give his attitude right back to him. The way she looks at him when he gets a little too close. The way she reacts when he touches her.
Confidence, humor, tension, personality, all those tiny things that can make somebody suddenly ten times hotter than they were five minutes ago.
I just don’t picture Javi standing there mentally going:
Thin waist? Check.
Flat stomach? Check.
No stretch marks? Excellent. Peña approval granted.
That is such an unbelievably unsexy way to imagine this man’s brain working hehe.
So yeah, maybe Javi does naturally gravitate toward slimmer women more often. Canon definitely gives you room to headcanon that.
But “he tends to be attracted to slim women” and “he could never want a plus-size woman” are absolutely not the same thing to me.
And if one day a woman with a soft stomach, stretch marks, rolls and a belly pouch gets under his skin and he wants her? I don’t think he’s going to be lying there wishing she had a different body. He’s going to be pretty damn interested in the one she already has.
Okay, first of all, I LOVE this question because this is absolutely something I’ve thought about before. My brain apparently has an entire department dedicated to extremely specific Javier Peña questions, so thank you for finally giving me an excuse to talk about it.
Obviously, this is just my personal interpretation. You absolutely don’t have to agree with me. We all read characters differently, and I’m not standing here pretending I possess the official Javier Peña Pubic Hair Preference Files hahaha. This is just what makes sense to me based on his age, the time period, and the kind of man I think he is.
We never get Javi’s exact birth year in Narcos, but I personally use 1958, which is the real Javier Peña’s birth year, because it works with the timeline. I’m still talking about the fictional Narcos character here, not making claims about the real man. I’m only borrowing the year.
So Javi grew up through the 60s and 70s. By the time he was a teenager and started discovering women, sex, magazines with naked women in them, and all the other things teenage boys mysteriously discover despite nobody ever telling them where to find any of it, completely shaved pubic hair was absolutely not the norm.
The women in Playboy and similar magazines usually had pubic hair. The women he saw naked for the first time would most likely have had pubic hair too. Yep, even our Javi was a virgin once, despite the fact that he looks like he was born leaning against a headboard with a cigarette in his hand and three women already asking when he was free again.
So when teenage Javi was looking at those magazines and probably jerking off to the women in them (it is what it is, trust me), a full bush wouldn’t have looked unusual or unattractive to him. It was simply what a naked adult woman looked like. That was the image of female sexuality he grew up with.
And when he eventually started actually sleeping with women, which I’m assuming happened sometime during the 70s, I highly doubt they were all completely bare either. Maybe some trimmed, maybe some didn’t, maybe individual women had their own preferences, but fully shaving everything wasn’t the widespread expectation it later became.
By the time we get to S3 Narcos, around 1995, grooming trends were obviously starting to change. More women were trimming, shaping, leaving a strip, or removing more hair, and Javi could definitely have slept with someone who was completely shaved. But I don’t think he would react like some confused caveman discovering a new species.
He might notice because it was different from what he had been used to for most of his life. He might think it was hot because it was new. But he wouldn’t stare at her and go: “What happened down there?” and completely murder the mood. Please. This man has slept with enough women to understand that bodies look different.
Honestly, I don’t think he would care which option she chose.
Full bush? Fine.
Trimmed? Fine.
Landing strip? Fine.
Completely bare? Also fine.
I don’t see Javi as the kind of man who has one extremely specific acceptable design in his head and silently grades women on whether they achieved it. He wants the woman. He wants her body, her reactions, the way she responds to him. Whether she removed every hair beforehand would be very far down his list of concerns.
And he definitely wouldn’t laugh at her, act disgusted, or make her feel embarrassed about it. That doesn’t fit him at all. Whatever was between her legs, he would work with it very happily.
Maybe if she were his actual girlfriend and she suddenly changed the way she groomed herself, he might notice and ask about it later. Not critically, just because it was new and he was curious. Even then, I think it would depend on the mood because Javi does not strike me as a man who urgently needs to hold a post-sex discussion about bikini maintenance.
But with a hookup? He wouldn’t interrogate her. He wouldn’t offer suggestions. He wouldn’t arrive with a ruler and a list of Peña-approved landscaping regulations. He came there to have sex with her, and that is exactly what he would be doing.
So no, I don’t think an unshaved partner would bother him at all. It would have been completely normal throughout the years when his sexuality and preferences were developing. And I don’t think a shaved partner would bother him either.
His preference would probably be less “What hairstyle does she have down there?” and more “Do I want her?”
And once Javier Peña wants a woman, I really don’t think a few pubic hairs are going to stop that man, sigh
Thank you for staying with me through this very necessary historical and psychological analysis of Javier Peña looking at pussy how Javier Peña feels about pubic hair. Ahem. Obviously.
Javi grew up with dogs around the ranch, but there was one that was always his. A scruffy ranch dog who followed him around all day, waited for him by the back door, and slept on the rug beside his bed every night.
Javi's dad didn't want the dog in the bed. Javi always nodded like he understood the rule, waited until the house went quiet, then lifted the blanket and whispered, "Come on. But be quiet."
By morning, the dog would be curled up against his legs, and Javi would have one arm around him. Sometimes his dad would open the door, see them together, and just shake his head.
Javi told that dog everything when he was a kid. When he was upset, scared, angry, or just didn’t feel like talking to anyone else, the dog was there.
I NEED javier pena slowburn little angsty longgg asss chapters with a lil bit of smut. I CANT find anything on here the only things i see is just pure smut. I need some plot. AN ACTUAL STORY. PLEASE RECCOMEND ME SOMETHING AND IT HAS TO BE AN X READER. I BEG OF YOU. im literally starving
My dumbass is sitting at my work's meeting about drug compliance/diversion and the pharmacist warns us: "If the DEA enters your facility, they don't LEAVE your facility."
A late night at the DEA office leads to an unexpected confession: despite his reputation, Javier Peña 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 Peña 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 peña
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“Javi?” you laugh, catching him staring straight down your shirt. “You look like a damn starving dog right now,” 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.
“A starving dog? I'm just appreciating the... view,” 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.
“I like this,” he murmurs.
“Hm?” 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. “This,” he whispers, as if there was any chance you didn't already know.
“I know,” 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. “I 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.” 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. “Hmmm... if I heard you talking about some other guy like this, I'd probably think he was a pervert who couldn't control himself,” 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 Peña? 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."
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."
"And… 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 Peña, 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 – 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 time… 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 Bogotá. 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 face… 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 finally… 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 Peña 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 gonna–"
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 Peña, 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 Bogotá 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.
Summary: Javi survives the wedding ceremony. Barely survives the reception. And the second he finally gets his wife alone upstairs? Yeah… all that sexual tension they’ve been sitting on the entire night completely explodes. Honeymoon behavior starts early.
Warnings: 18+ (mdni), smut, dirty talk, kissing, mutual masturbation. fingering, unprotected piv sex, multiple orgasm, cum on body, creampie/cum play, wedding night sex, soft dom javier peña vibes, kinda praise kink, javier peña using the hand with his wedding ring for sinful activities
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“Javi? You know what I can’t stop thinking about?” I lean closer to his ear while we slow dance, everyone around us watching our first dance as husband and wife.
“Hm?” he mumbles.
“About tonight… about you pushing your fingers inside me again. About you making me come with the same hand that’s only been wearing that ring for a few hours,” I whisper, lightly running my finger over the wedding band sitting on his finger. “The ring that says you’re my husband now.”
I feel him go stiff instantly. His heart starts pounding even harder against me. “Cariño…” he says through gritted teeth. “That is really not something I need to hear while your dad is standing five feet away trying to enjoy our first dance.”
But I know exactly what he’s thinking. About dragging me back inside. Throwing me onto his bed. Peeling this wedding dress off me piece by piece. I know him too well.
And the way his body reacts only proves it. He pulls me closer until my breath catches in my throat. And there it is. The hard bulge pressing against his slacks and fuck, the feeling alone sends heat straight through my stomach. God, I want him so bad.
But we still have the rest of the night ahead of us and I let out a quiet little groan against his ear. “Javi… I seriously don’t think I can wait that long…”
He laughs. Bastard.
I immediately make a face at him so he knows he’s annoying the shit out of me on purpose.
Javi just keeps smiling in that smug teasing way I love so much and honestly? I think the fact that he’s my husband now is turning me on almost more than anything else.
»»—— ⍟ ——««
I barely even remember how the rest of the night goes. Some guests already left, some are still staying. Perfect time to disappear. The backyard’s lit up with what feels like a hundred little lights, salsa still playing somewhere nearby. Not as loud as before, but the guests that are left are still drinking, dancing, laughing.
My eyes instantly find Javi.
He’s leaning against the bar talking to John, his best man. His shirt sleeves are rolled up now, bow tie slightly crooked. His hair’s a little messy and he’s got that look on his face that’s half tired, half happy. A look that’s honestly pretty rare for him.
And like I’m fucking hypnotized, my eyes stop on the wedding ring sitting on his left hand again. My breath catches. Heat immediately spreads low in my stomach. God, that ring looks so good on him. Fits him perfectly. On the hand that can be rough and gentle at the same time. The hand that carries a gun and flashes a DEA badge. The hand that knows exactly how to make me fall apart once the apartment door closes behind us.
And immediately my brain flashes back to the last time we had sex. A week ago. I genuinely don’t know how we survived an entire week without jumping each other, but… pre wedding stress. Which only makes me want him even more now. Need him even more. I press my thighs together like that’s somehow gonna help.
And right then, I feel his eyes on me. And I know he knows. I just know it. That stupid smug smirk appears on his face and he slowly runs the fingers of his other hand over his wedding ring on purpose. And yes. He’s absolutely doing it on purpose. He remembered what I whispered in his ear during our first dance. About wanting him to use the hand wearing proof of our vows to make me see fucking stars.
I stop processing anything around me after that. Thighs still pressed together, breathing getting heavier.
And just when I’m about to interrupt his conversation with John and announce that I’m stealing my husband for a while, Javi excuses himself first, pats John on the shoulder, and starts walking toward me. Finally. He steps right up to me, leans down for a kiss, softly brushing his hand along my arm. “What’s wrong, mi amor?” he whispers against my lips.
I pull back just enough to breathe out, “Javi… take me upstairs… please.” That’s it.
His pupils darken instantly, his whole expression changing, that dangerous little smile pulling at his mouth. And then suddenly he picks me up into his arms hard enough to make me laugh.
I swear, I love how playful he gets. But at this point I can barely wait for him to tear this dress off me.
Still laughing quietly, he carries me through the remaining wedding guests toward the house.
Everyone thinks it’s cute. Sweet. Nobody has any idea what’s actually about to happen once the bedroom door closes. And honestly? That only turns me on even more.
»»—— ⍟ ——««
The door to Javi’s old bedroom at the ranch barely even shuts behind us before he’s got me pressed against it, both hands on my face, kissing me hard. Deep, messy, hungry kisses. Like he’s been thinking about this all damn day and honestly? I think we both have. His hands are already all over me. He reaches for the back of my dress, fumbling with the zipper for a second before finally getting it down. Then he pushes the straps off my shoulders and the dress slips all the way down to my feet.
Thank fucking god I didn’t go for some giant princess wedding dress because that probably would’ve killed the entire mood right there.
Javi pulls back just enough to look at me.
I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my panties. And the way he’s staring at me immediately sends goosebumps over my skin.
“Oh fuck…” he mutters lowly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Then he’s right back against me again. His mouth drags along my neck while his fingers toy with one of my nipples, slow and lazy at first.
“Javi…” I breathe out against his ear.
“What do you want, cariño?” he whispers. His free hand slides down my stomach to my panties, thumb brushing slowly along the waistband before he taps lightly over my pussy through the fabric. “This what you want, hm?”
I push my hips against his hand without even thinking and the tiny bit of friction makes my whole body tense. Fuck. I’m already getting wetter.
“Mmm… so wet already,” Javi murmurs, sounding way too pleased with himself. “So perfect… so fucking mine…” His words go straight to my head.
I start unbuttoning his pants, where there’s already a very obvious bulge straining underneath. “Javi…” I gasp when he suddenly pinches my nipple a little harder. “That ring…” I mumble breathlessly while trying to get my hand inside his pants. “You’re not taking it off, right?”
He looks straight at me for a second like he’s enjoying this way too much. “Wasn’t planning to, mi amor.” Then he finally stops teasing me and backs me toward the edge of the bed. He pushes me down gently and I move farther onto the mattress on my elbows, still wearing my panties.
But since he keeps staring at me like that, I slowly start pulling them down myself. Slow. On purpose. I lift my hips and once they’re hanging around my ankles, I kick them off onto the floor beside the bed.
Javi watches every second of it without looking away once.
So I spread my knees for him. And fuck, I actually see him swallow.
He finally finishes unzipping his pants, the zipper I didn’t manage to fully undo before, then shoves both his pants and boxers down around his ankles. Now he’s standing there in nothing but that white shirt, a few buttons at the top still undone. Classic Javier Peña. His cock is hard as hell, standing thick and heavy against his stomach like he really fucking likes what he sees.
I slide my hand down between my thighs and start rubbing circles over my clit with my fingertip. Slowly dragging it between my folds while my other hand squeezes my breast. I’m turned on so bad at this point I can feel it everywhere in my body.
And it gets even worse when Javi grabs his cock and starts stroking himself slow, eyes completely locked on me the whole time.
I keep touching myself, already so fucking wet. The second I push two fingers inside my pussy, a soft wet sound fills the room and I let out a shaky moan. Fuck. It feels good. But I want his fingers more.
Javi’s breathing gets heavier watching me. Watching the way I finger myself for him. “Hermosa… fuck…” he mutters quietly, still jerking himself off. “You’re driving me fucking crazy like this… I love that sound you make."
My fingers speed up. In and out. In and out. And I can’t stop staring at the hand he’s using. The one with the wedding ring. The symbol of our forever. And god, I’m so wet now the slick sounds coming from between my legs just keep getting louder.
That’s what finally snaps something in him. Javi lets go of his cock and moves closer to the bed, climbing over me on his knees. The mattress shifts slightly under his weight.
I still have my fingers inside myself. Never stopped.
He keeps staring straight into my eyes the entire time. Even when he gently grabs my wrist and slowly pulls my fingers out of my pussy. Then he lifts my hand between us and looks at my wet fingers for a second. “Hm… this for me, cariño?” he says softly. And without breaking eye contact, he slides my fingers into his mouth. His tongue moves around them slowly, licking me off like he wants every last drop. Like he’s obsessed with the fact I’m this wet because of him. Always because of him.
After a few seconds, he pulls my fingers from his mouth and puts my hand back down beside me. “My turn,” he murmurs.
Fuck. Just hearing his voice like that sends heat through my whole body.
The empty feeling between my legs after he pulled my fingers out disappears immediately when he pushes his own fingers inside me instead.
I moan right away, one hand grabbing the pillow behind me while the other keeps rubbing my nipple.
Javi pushes that hand away too, pinning it above my head with the other one. He doesn’t say it out loud, but I know exactly what he means. Keep them there.
Then he starts moving his fingers inside me again. Slow at first. So fucking slow. He pushes them deeper and I feel the cold metal of his wedding ring brush against the inside of my thigh and somehow that turns me on even more.
Because holy fuck. This is the first time he’s fingering me as my husband. And god, I fucking love it. Javier Peña fingering his wife after their wedding with the same hand wearing his wedding ring is genuinely a deadly combination.
His fingers know exactly what they’re doing. Precise. Confident. He knows my body perfectly by now. Knows exactly where to touch me, exactly where I’m weakest. His fingers curl right against my G-spot and I can’t hold the sounds back anymore.
“Javi… please… mhm… don’t stop…” I moan helplessly. I catch the little smile on his face right before my eyes fall shut and my head sinks deeper into the mattress.
“Wasn’t planning to, baby,” Javi whispers. And right when he presses harder against my G-spot, he leans down and starts kissing and biting at my neck.
Fuck, I love this. I’m twisting underneath him at this point, hips lifting on their own.
“Stay still,” he murmurs against my skin, pushing my hips back down into the mattress.
I listen. Or at least I try to. But I honestly don’t know how much longer I can take this.
Javi starts moving his fingers faster now, harder, more intense, like he’s trying to completely ruin me. Like he wants me to feel him everywhere tomorrow. Every time I sit down. “Mm, love it when you squirm for me, baby… tells me how good I’m making you feel…” he whispers into my ear and fuck, I’m completely gone at this point.
Then his thumb presses against my clit while his fingers keep driving into that spot inside me over and over again. Slow circles. Hard thrusts. He wants to make me come. And the way he keeps switching between slow movements and rougher ones is driving me absolutely insane.
“Javi…!” I cry out when he pulls his fingers out for a second only to shove them back inside me again. One deep hard thrust of his fingers and pressure against my clit at the same time and suddenly I’m clenching violently around him as the orgasm hits me all at once.
I cry out loud and Javi doesn’t even try to quiet me down. I can feel my pussy squeezing hard around his fingers and the bastard actually spreads them apart inside me on purpose just to drag it out longer.
“Javi… I can’t… I…” I whine and gasp, practically crying at this point for him to stop while not actually wanting him to stop at all because the orgasms just keep rolling through me one after another and I swear to god I never want it to end.
But then suddenly Javi pulls his fingers out of me completely and moves away.
I let out this pathetic broken sound and my eyes fly open instantly, glaring at him. My knees are shaking so hard I can barely handle it. “Javi… please…” I don’t even care how desperate I sound.
He’s towering over me, cock still hard as hell, and I already know what’s coming next. And yeah.
Javi doesn’t make me wait anymore. He grabs my thighs, spreads them even wider, and drags me closer to him. And then he pushes his cock inside me. One hard thrust. "Oh baby, you're so perfectly wet... and tight... I love it so fucking much," he moans.
I sob out loud instantly, hands gripping the sheets beneath me. “Javi, oh my god–” I’m basically crying out nonsense at this point. I can feel my pussy tightening around him and I honestly can’t even tell if it’s still the aftermath of the first orgasm or if he already dragged another one out of me. My brain’s completely gone.
Javi starts moving inside me. Deep. Slow at first. Filling me completely.
I moan loudly and he leans over me, kissing me again while he fucks me, in and out, in and out, his rhythm getting rougher by the second.
Then his left hand finds mine.
My fingers immediately brush against the wedding ring on his finger. “I love you… fuck, I love you so much, Javi…” I gasp against his mouth.
Javi doesn’t answer. But I feel him smile.
And then his thrusts speed up and the sounds he starts making tell me he’s getting close. A few more deep thrusts and suddenly he pulls out of me with a rough groan, jerks himself a couple times, and then all I hear are his broken moans matching the waves of his orgasm. Hot cum lands across my stomach and pussy while Javi groans through it, emptying everything onto me.
And somehow that’s so fucking hot it makes my body clench all over again even with him outside me now. I moan and grip the sheets harder while another orgasm crashes through me.
I don’t even know how long it lasts. But eventually both our breathing starts calming down.
When I finally open my eyes, Javi’s hovering over me, hair sticking up everywhere, skin slightly sweaty, looking exactly like a man who just got off insanely well.
My pussy’s still stretched open around the entrance because yeah… Javi is definitely not a small man. Then he slowly drags the tip of his cock through my folds, spreading some of his cum there carefully. Not pushing back inside. Just teasing.
We’ve talked about kids before. Someday in the future. Not now. Although honestly… we’re clearly not being very careful either. The thought makes me laugh quietly to myself.
Javi grins and finally collapses down onto the bed beside me, pulling me onto his chest. Shirt still on, because obviously he never even bothered taking it off. “Next time…” he mumbles into my hair while I lay there breathing him in, “I’m bringing condoms with me because I’m not spending our entire honeymoon cumming outside you.”
Then he kisses the top of my head and I smile. I reach for the hand with his wedding ring and lace our fingers together.
Honestly? If this is what the honeymoon’s gonna be like, I’m suddenly even more excited for it.
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acho que todos os pp boys devem ficar deliciosos no pós-sexo, mas o javier peña definitivamente tem algo a mais, uma gostosura a mais, não sei explicar. ele encharcado de suor, o cabelo molhado de suor completamente bagunçado, ele com umas marcas pelo corpo, o cheiro misturado de sexo-suor-buceta no corpo dele, ele com um sorrisinho bobo e uma puta carinha de safado, ele todo ofegante...
i think all the pp boys must look delicious after sex, but javier peña definitely has something extra, a little extra hotness, I can't even explain it. him soaked in sweat, his hair completely messy and wet, his body covered in marks, that mixed scent of sex-sweat-pussy on his skin, wearing a goofy little smile and looking like a total slut, completely breathless…
