#javier pena imagine

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Javi shows you how much he loves you after a visit in the bar with his friends who couldn't stop teasing him about his new-found love...

Contains: smut, p in v sex, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, dirty talk, use of pet names, light possessiveness, condom use, brief mention of morning-after pill, soft!Javi, teasing, crying during sex (from pleasure), fluff, domesticity, Javier is obsessed with you, "i love you" for the first time, yearning, soft ending, vulnerability, established relationship

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Javi took a small sip from his whiskey, feeling the alcohol burn against his throat as he swallowed it.

"Seriously?" Steve barked, gripping his shoulders tightly, his behavior noticeably altered by the alcohol he had consumed so far. Which was a lot more than Javi had.

"You're still at your first drink, Javi? Jesus… You're in a bad mood?"

Derek and Tom, two more friends from work, exchanged knowing glances, then leaned forward.

"He's not in a bad mood, Steve. You know that. But he's got a place to be. Just watch this motherfucker leave the bar at 11 to go home to his lady," Derek laughed.

Javi rolled his eyes, though he didn't deny their accusations right away.

"Right…" Steve snorted, emptying his glass in one go. "The mystery lady. How is she? You're gonna go to her after this?"

"Of course he is. Our man couldn't sit still since we got here."

"Just look at him being all shy…"

Their voices were a swirling chaos, mixing with the music gushing from the speakers in the corners. All Javi could do was roll his eyes again and shake his head faintly.

"Will you shut up? Goddamnit…"

"Are we wrong, though? That's why he doesn't drink so much. Because he's got other plans."

Javi chose not to answer and neither deny nor confirm their suppositions. Obviously, they were right, Javi did was going to come over to your apartment after this, just like you and he had planned. But his friends didn't need to know that.

One might not expect it, but Javi had never in his life encountered people more keen to gossip than those three men. He would tell them more about you, of course. But everything in its time. And he definitely wanted to find a quieter moment than a bar at 10 o'clock.

"I can't believe Javier Peña is in love at last… Would you guys have ever believed it? If I told you three months ago that we would be sitting in a bar and instead of approaching a beautiful lady at the counter, Mr. Playboy would sit here with his first whiskey of the night thinking about his girlfriend? Doesn't sound right to me."

Steve chuckled softly, but Javi could see in his gaze that he wasn't actually irritated by the shift in his behavior. No… just like Derek and Tom, he seemed satisfied. Genuinely happy for Javi, which made his lips curl involuntarily.

That and… you, of course. He couldn't help it. With his friends bringing up the topic of you over and over, it wasn't difficult to get lost in all the memories in his head, the countless dates, every single angle he had ever seen of your beautiful smile, the wrinkles around your eyes when you laughed, and how you jutted your jaw forward whenever you were thinking hard. There were a million things he could tell his friends about you if the circumstances allowed. How your eyes for some reason teared up when you drank sparkling water. How you always stubbed your toe on the last step when you sprinted up the staircase. Javi had told you so many times that you should just take it slower, but somehow, he couldn't stop you from falling into your old patterns.

"He's dreaming again," Tommy suddenly said, making Javi's eyes focus on his friend wearing a broad grin. They were clearly amused by the change in him. It wasn't that Javi was a different person around you, but nowadays, his head so busy going over every single detail he had ever spotted on you and was most smitten with, he was seldom fully present.

"Sorry," Javi whispered, but didn't really sound it. He lowered his gaze to the counter, scanning the wooden lines until Steve patted his back.

"Don't be sorry. I'm proud of you, you know?" His voice was oozing sarcasm, but Javi chose to just listen to what his friend had to say.

"You're finally in love… And it suits you. You've got that glow about you, my friend."

"Glow?" Tom laughed loudly, leaning in closer as if he intended to scrutinize his expression more closely.

"Yeah. Sometimes. Like during lunch break on Wednesday."

Goddamnit, Javi already knew what Steve was talking about without him having to give him any more information.

"What happened?" Tom asked, looking between Derek and Steve.

"Right, you weren't there for it. Missed quite the party. We were all eating peacefully, going over a case when Javi got a phone call. I swear to god, he looked at the number for a second and then rushed out of the room saying that he really needed to take that. Steve and I spent ten minutes guessing who it was, and this guy was fucking convinced it couldn't be her because Javi wouldn't be that worked up about it, but when he came back, I knew I was right. Because that man's face was glowing."

Yes, Javi remembered that moment so clearly he could go back to it any time he wanted. You had called him because you had had an important business meeting that morning. After you had told him about it the day before, he had insisted on you letting him know how it had gone the second it was over, which was why he had spent most of his lunch break in the copy room, listening to you recount the meeting, which had fortunately gone very well.

As so often these days, Javi had felt his cheeks burn when he hung up the phone, which hadn't gone unnoticed by his colleagues. It was just the natural effect you had on him. The sound of your voice alone made his knees weak and the blood rush through his veins, even when you weren't even in the same room.

"Really?" Tom chuckled at that, ripping him from his thoughts. "You really have to introduce her to us, Javi. We need to know what she's like when she's got that kind of effect on you…"

"You will," he quickly assured them, drinking the last sip of his whiskey before putting the glass back down with a low thud. "You will get to know her. She's… incredible."

Steve, who always became a little more touchy when he'd had a lot to drink, put a hand on his shoulder.

"He looks like a teenage boy with his first crush, doesn't he, guys?"

Tom and Derek laughed in unison, examining Javi's clenched jaw and sweaty brow, which was evidence enough that the teasing was getting through to him.

"Not a crush, though," Derek then corrected. "That man is head over heels. Remember when we saw him daydreaming in the office with that stupid smile instead of working?"

Tom and Steve, who only now seemed to recall the moment, burst into laughter.

"Yeah, yeah… very funny," Javi growled.

"You've gotten soft, my friend. You've turned into a soft, loyal puppy. I don't know how much I like that version yet, but it was about damn time you found someone. Need to make sure you're capable of loving, don't we?"

An hour later, Javi quietly walked up the stairs of the apartment building you lived in. His keys, or rather your set of keys you had given him, since he basically stayed over every single night, were dangling at his side, his head a little languid even though he hadn't had more than one whiskey. Which had been the source of a lot of teasing.

Javi normally didn't mind a few drinks in the evening at all, especially on a Friday night. But as his friends had so astutely figured out, he didn't want to show up at your place drunk, stumbling through the door so that you would have to get him to bed like a helpless child. No, the prospect of coming home to you was motivation enough and a source of infinite happiness to keep his good mood up even while everyone around him was gradually getting more wasted. They were probably still at the bar right then, making jokes about the changes in Javi's lifestyle, how he seemed more content and at ease these days.

Some of the things Steve, Tom and Derek had said about him had actually been rather kind, things that Javi felt proud of, but at the same time, he hadn't been too sad about leaving his friends early. Well, most of his anticipation about exiting the bar had probably been tied to you, to be honest.

He slowly put the key in the lock, turning it as quietly as he could. Javi assumed you were still awake, but he couldn't be too careful, especially since you had complained about a headache earlier when he had come home after work. It had worried him enough to offer to stay in with you rather than go out with his friends, but you had insisted that he go, claiming that you would be fine with a relaxed evening on the couch and a large jug of fresh water.

"Javi… hey."

You were sitting at the kitchen table, hair loosely tied in a knot and a sudoku in front of you.

"Hi, sweetheart." He crossed the distance between the two of you in two large strides, then pressed his lips against the side of your head. "How are you? How's your head?"

"It's fine, baby. I drank so much water, I think I went to the toilet four times in the last hour, but it worked."

Releasing a soft breath, Javi pulled up a chair to sit down next to you. "Great… I was worried."

"You were?" you asked softly, lips pursed in sympathy. "No… I told you to enjoy yourself, didn't I?"

Your hand connected with his cheek, gently tracing along his shaven skin that was never fully even.

"I know. And I still had a very good time."

"Yes?"

Javi nodded. "Yeah. Even though they can't stop with the teasing."

"What teasing?" you asked, eyes wide, but he just snickered softly.

"Just the usual… You know, the stuff about me being distracted at work sometimes… Talking to you on the phone. They said I had a glow on my face on Wednesday during lunch break."

"Oh," you said, your hand dropping to rest on his thigh instead of his face.

"Yeah. I figured I should take it as a compliment. I think you should take it as a compliment," he then added, prompting you to chuckle lightly, your voice warm and soft against his skin.

"Maybe I should… They really can't stop, can they? I thought they would grow tired of teasing you about this after a week or two."

"Oh, they're persistent, baby," Javi muttered and briefly kissed you on the mouth, running a hand up and down your arm. "Today, they also said that you made me all soft. That you softened me."

"I softened you?" you repeated with raised eyebrows, a dark gleam shimmering in your eyes.

"I hope you disagree with that, Javi…" you hummed seductively, glancing at his crotch.

"Jesus, darling…" Javi muttered, only now realizing the double meaning behind his friends' comments.

"What? I would be very disappointed in myself if you agreed with that…" Your hand followed your eyes, drifting up his leg until your index finger trailed along the stitching of his jeans.

"You don't, do you?"

"No. I — don't," Javi murmured, voice threaded with a faint tremble that you might have imagined. Yes, there it was. Javi looked down his body where his cock was stirring beneath the confines of his underwear. He could both feel it and see it, which meant it hadn't gone unnoticed by you either.

"Good… I would rather like to make you harder, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," Javi purred, leaning in once more to capture your mouth in a gentle, still explorative way, even though he knew the lines and curves of your lips better than he knew his own by now.

Meanwhile, the two of you had shifted to sit on the edge of your seats, minimizing the distance between your longing bodies as best as you could. But it just wasn't enough. Javi felt his cock uncomfortably rub against the tightly woven fabric of his jeans, your index finger ghosting over his crotch doing nothing to calm his breathing.

"Sweetheart…" he murmured, letting out a sharp hiss that tingled at the corner of your mouth.

And then, it wasn't enough anymore either. Javi felt frustrated sitting so far away from you, your back too far away to reach around and unclasp your bra. So he stood up abruptly, nostrils flaring as he took in the sight of you. You had that feverish glow about you, and maybe it was exactly what his friends had talked about earlier. If that was the case, it seemed to be infectious.

"Where are you going?" you breathed, sweetly sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. With a deep huff, he took a step forward, slung an arm around your back and hauled you up, pressing you close against his front as he headed for your bedroom.

"Oh, I'm taking you right with me, cariño…"

Everything about your apartment was so familiar, which was why Javi moved with such confidence, each stride willful and determined.

"You look so gorgeous, Javi."

Throaty laughter left him as he placed you in the center of the bed like he owned the room and everything inside it.

"Oh yeah? I'm flattered then…"

"I really need you inside me, Javi. Please. I… I thought about it all day."

Running a hand through his messy hair, Javi climbed onto the bed as well, the mattress sighing under his weight.

"Don't worry, hermosa, I'm gonna fill you up well… You want it right here?" Without any warning, Javi cupped your pussy, not moving or rubbing against you but just holding his hand right there while you squirmed and sighed heavily.

"Yes. Yes, there, Javi… But I would also like to suck it."

With the sole purpose of teasing you, he pretended to think about your request for a moment, lips pouty and brow furrowed. You, of course, knew that he would never deny such a proposal, which was why you quickly gripped his length through his jeans, although you weren't able to paw at him like you would have been had he worn sweatpants like you did right now.

"You're getting a little greedy now, aren't you?"

Despite his teasing, Javi didn't stop you when you moved to the edge of the bed, challengingly darting your eyes at the empty spot in the middle. How could he have possibly found the strength to do that? You were a perfect dream, the most beautiful and intoxicating person he had ever laid eyes on, and there you were asking him to let you suck his cock. It was ridiculous and unreal.

Still, Javi moved into position fast, his head swimming and his tip already leaking with precum, just a reaction to what you were about to do to him. He remembered all the times you had taken him in your mouth in vivid detail, but the most outstanding experience to date had been the very first time.

There was no use pretending to be new to any of this, in fact, Javi wasn't hesitant to admit that he had spent a good amount of his early adulthood sleeping around and exploring all sorts of things.

This had advantages and disadvantages. For instance, he knew precisely what he liked, what he didn't like, what he despised and what his guilty pleasure was. But on the other hand, when Javi was with you, he wished he could experience everything again with you for the first time. Not that it wasn't great all the same. Actually, sex and everything around it felt even more enthralling, intense and arousing since he did it with someone he was so bewitched by. Still, there was something so intimate and special about sleeping with you that made him want to relive all his first times with you. Which was applicable to the rest of his life as well.

He was lowering himself onto the bed now, spreading his legs a little so that there was enough room for you to crawl between.

"Baby, you're too good to me, you know that?" Javi whispered, his hooded eyes taking in the way you found a comfortable position between his legs, your hands settling on the waistband of his jeans.

"I like making you feel good, Javi," you answered with a playful smirk pulling at your lips.

"Yeah?"

"Yes… I like the things that you say." He drove his teeth into his bottom lip, breath hitching while he lifted his hips to help you yank down his pants.

"You like the things that I say?"

"Mhm." You nodded, eyes brightening with joy at the tent in his boxers.

"So you like it when I praise you?"

"Maybe," you grinned wickedly, one of your hands wandering up his thigh all the way from his knee. You clearly wanted to tease him just a little longer, stretch out the moment until he was going to lose a bit of his composure himself.

"Sweetheart, you're killing me here… Saying stuff like that… Touching me like that."

"Like that?" you muttered, your hand ghosting less than an inch above his clothed cock.

"Yeah, fuck — like that. I really need you to touch me, cariño. Are you gonna do that? Or are you gonna try to make me lose my fucking mind?"

His tone was more hollow now, lacking the intense depth of his usual voice. Maybe that was exactly what you had been talking about when you said you liked the things he said, how you could probably tell from the way he spoke how far you had driven him with your teasing.

"I like making you lose your mind just a little bit…" you admitted, but finally brought your hand to his hard cock, caressing it like it was much more sensitive than it actually was.

"Fuck, baby…" He drew a sharp breath through his tightly clenched teeth, one hand buried in your hair while the other pressed flat on the bed. "Is that what you wanna do tonight? Tease the shit out of me?"

You pretended to think about it, which provoked Javi to chuckle softly. "Oh yeah? You're seriously considering that? What do you want to punish me for then, mhm? Did I do something?"

Your expression shifted at that, eyes growing wider as you gripped his cock more firmly.

"No… You didn't. It's just really hot, you know? How you… look at me. Makes me feel like you want me so much."

"Oh, and I want you so much. You know that, don't you?" Javi leaned his head back against the wall, lips curling upward while he gently ran his fingers through your hair.

"Yes."

Returning the smile, you started to pull down his underwear and yanked them to his ankles with his help. His cock was hard against his abdomen, the veins standing out prominently and you involuntarily curled and uncurled your toes.

"It's so pretty, Javi," you murmured, lowering your head to the same level as his cock and darting out your tongue to lick a slow strip across his glans.

"Baby," your boyfriend huffed, his muscles coiling even though his gaze seemed to soften further. "Fuck… Your tongue's — so good."

His hand at the back of your head didn't push or hurry you but rather caressed your scalp in a way that made it all too tempting to glance up at him every now and then and devour the look he gave you. That sheer expression of his lust, his appreciation and even admiration. But since your main focus remained his cock, you kept your eyes on it for the most part, letting more and more of him slip past your lips in a manner that made Javi's eyes roll back.

"Jesus fucking Christ… Darling, you — you're so good to me. How the fuck did I deserve that, mhm?"

You brought your hand to his cock, pumping the part of his length that you couldn't reach so easily with your lips while twirling your tongue around his tip.

"You're just really good to me too, Javi. And you taste good."

"And you just want me to lose my mind… That's it, right? Fuck…" His free hand combed through his own messy hair, sweaty and tousled both from his time in the bar and the attentive work of your generous mouth.

Slowly, gradually, so that you wouldn't gag around him, you went deeper with closed eyes, your tongue flat so that his cock could slide past it. He really did taste good, a little salty, mixed with something warm and strong. And then there was his scent… Javi always smelled clean and fresh, but beneath the layers of his aftershave there was also something you couldn't quite find words for, something that you could only link to him. He just smelled like… Javier Peña. Through and through. Which was part of the reason why you loved going down on him so much. Why you loved it when your face was pressed against him and his lips whispered your name like it was a sin that shouldn't make its way out of his apartment.

"You feel so good, baby. So good, you — fuck, cariño… Can you look at me? Please."

You raised your head a little, just enough so that you wouldn't choke the second you lost your focus on your breathing, following his request instead. It definitely wasn't the most comfortable position, but you managed to lock your gaze with his, blinking a few times, determined not to let go of his dick just because he had asked to see your eyes.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart… I don't deserve you, shit… Holy shit — I don't know how you do it."

After toying with his cock for a few more minutes, focusing on his shaft and tip rather than forcing all of him down your throat, Javi tenderly pulled you off with a low groan. Spit and precum were coating his member, which was also the reason why slick, wet noises had been bouncing off the walls of his bedroom for the past few minutes. You liked it messy and therefore didn't mind the mixture of your drool and his wetness trickling down your chin or dropping onto your neck. If anything, it just made you feel like you were putting all your effort into the blow job, which was your goal at the end of the day.

"I need to make you feel good too, darling… Can I? Please, princess."

"Yes, Javi," you quickly murmured, allowing him to lift your face and kiss your lips.

"I need you, sweetheart." His motions were a lot more urgent, rushed even, as he cradled your head for a little longer, then helped you lie back. This time, neither of you even bothered to turn around on the bed so that your head could rest on the pillow, Javi just guided you down, his face hovering above yours.

"Fuck, baby, you don't know how much I want you. How much I was looking forward to coming home to you."

He knew that he sounded like he didn't give a fuck about his friends, like the cliché of a person who falls head over heels for a woman and abandons all his friends for months because he is so deeply in love, but in that moment, he didn't care. Because it was true. He had thought about you with almost no break ever since he had left the house and had to say goodbye to you.

"Can I have your fingers, Javi?" you breathed, rolling your hips up into his to grind against his hard length.

"Anything you want, hermosa… Where do you want them, mhm? Inside you? On your pretty clit?"

"Inside, please," you replied at once, making Javi believe that you had been thinking about his hands the entire time you were sucking his cock.

"Alright, baby. You're gonna get everything you want, I promise. You just gotta tell me, and you'll get it. Always."

"Always?" you giggled, hips rising while your boyfriend kissed his way down your body, pulling your shirt up for his mouth to leave a wet trace across your skin.

"Of course. Wherever you are… When I visit you at work… In a restaurant… a bar." Javi's hands were splayed across your ribcage, his lips purposefully tickling your stomach and making you jolt.

"I don't know if that's a good idea…" you whispered, your pussy clenching with excitement as Javi pulled down your sweatpants along with your underwear, wasting no more time with teasing you.

"What is?"

"You saying that…"

His large hand stroked up your thighs, gently parting them to take in the state of your cunt. "And why?"

"Because I want you often."

Javi lowered his head, though his eyes remained fixed on you. "How often?"

"Mhm… depends."

"Depends on what?"

Before you could respond, you had to get your breathing under control, which was why you drew in a deep breath, watching his tongue peek out and carefully circle your protruding bundle of nerves.

"Many things… Like what you're wearing… The things you're saying…"

Although Javi was thoroughly occupied with drawing patterns all over your pussy as though he intended to craft a painting with the quick swipes of his tongue, your words piqued his interest and his eyes found yours once again.

"What things I'm saying, baby?"

Your mouth twisted, eyes sparkling brightly. "Like… Like when you tell me about your work."

"My work?" Javi couldn't help but chuckle, effortlessly parting your pussy lips with the thumb of his right hand.

"Mhmm, yes… Sometimes. It just… sounds so hot."

He was still laughing as he slowly pushed his thumb inside your fluttering, soaked hole that was sucking him in so well Javi assumed it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy your needs yet. You needed more of him, all of him preferably.

"Well, then I guess I should tell you about my work more often, cariño," he murmured, his voice a deep vibration against your skin. "Because I like seeing you like that. S'really fucking sweet."

Driven by pure instinct, your head tilted away from him, your hair covering the side of your face where heat was rising in your cheeks. Javi couldn't be sure, though.

"Am I making you blush, cariño?" he wanted to know, pressing an open-mouthed kiss right on top of your blazing clit.

"No," you quickly lied and thrust your hips forward, beckoning Javi to push his finger further inside you.

"Good. 'Cause if you were, I'd tell you there's no reason to feel that way. Now do you want more, babygirl?"

You couldn't believe he was even asking you that, your hand flying out to grab his broad shoulder.

"Yeah. Yes, please. Please, Javi. I need more."

He was so smug and so stirred by your pleas at the same time, tempted to draw the moment out a little longer, but in the end his desire to watch your pleasure unfurl in its purest form won out, and Javi put more strength behind his motions. He worked his thumb inside you to the knuckle, let a generous amount of spit run down your pussy and sucked the little nub between his lips, hollowing his cheeks to build pressure. All of it happened so quickly that your nails scraped his shoulders, even the thin layer of his open shirt unable to keep him from feeling a sharp pain soar through him. Still, it wasn't the kind of sting that would prompt him to tell you to keep your hands to yourself… No, Javi felt proud of making you lose control like that.

"Javi…" you howled, eyes pinched shut and thighs convulsing even though he had only just started.

"I know, baby. She tastes good. And I know she's been waiting for me, hasn't she? S'why she welcomes me like that. And s'why she's so wet and warm for me. Just for me, isn't that right?"

You adored listening to Javi giving your pussy pronouns, talking about it like it was a separate part of your body with a mind and needs of its own. You didn't know what it was about it, but you were well aware of the effect it had on you.

"Yes, Javi. Just for you. Only for you, fuck —" Your shoulders rolled, shoulder blades lifting off the mattress, hands travelling up to his dark hair, which you lightly tugged on. Once Javi decided it was about time to give you more of his fingers, he pulled his thumb out and instead fed you his middle and ring finger, both so long they reached far deeper inside you than his thumb had.

You nearly choked on your own spit, tension rippling through your spine like tiny shock waves, though you associated them with something good and pleasurable.

"Yeah, you're really fucking warm and tight for me right there, mhm? All that for me?"

"Yes, Javi. All that for you, please, fuck —"

You didn't even know what you wanted. Hell, how were you supposed to figure it out with his fingers seizing all your attention like a black hole every time you tried to coherently sort your thoughts?

But your boyfriend seemed to understand you regardless, or at least it felt like he was really hitting an aching spot when he slid his tongue over the underside of your clit. Yes, he was hitting all the right spots with that. His fingers were tapping against the spongy patch within your walls, which you rarely even found on your own, whereas Javi never let a single session go by without that little area getting its treat. "Like it deserves it," your boyfriend used to say.

Meanwhile, his tongue was taking care of your clit, which seemed to be in flames, your nerve endings on high alert. You wished he would quench your desires, finish what he had started and put out the fire scorching across your pearl, but at the same time you wished he were inside you with his cock rather than his fingers. Sure, you loved to squeeze around them, to feel them move and stretch your walls, but there was always something entirely different about Javi putting his cock inside you. The intimacy, the closeness of it all was probably what was most alluring to you.

"Javi…" you whined, voice higher than when you normally talked to him. You squirmed on the bed with your thighs pressing against either side of his head, your hips bucking in search of something you couldn't quite describe.

"I know, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good. So good that this pussy's gonna soak my face. She's so wet, sweetheart, so fucking perfect for me… You feel that?"

Javi slowly drew his fingers back, proving to you that your cunt couldn't be called wet but downright drenched. Slurping noises rose from your center, so unambiguous and filthy that you might have felt embarrassed about it. But not with Javi. Not with a man who always worshipped your body's reaction to him and showed his adoration in the same way that he savored every last one of your moans and whimpers.

"I want you to — fuck me, Javi," you stammered, his lips closing around your clit and dragging his heavy tongue along the outline. It was staggering, so perfect that it took a lot of willpower to make peace with the fact that he was about to comply with your request and pull away, but you longed for his thick cock inside you too much to wait for your first orgasm of the night.

Javi loved to make you cum at least once before he buried himself inside you, but tonight your need to feel him was especially strong. You wanted to feel every inch of him on top of you, be able to tangle your fingers with his and drape your legs around his hips. And that was only possible with him lying on top of you, fucking you into the bed.

"You want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Now?"

"Yes," you whimpered and spread your legs wider. Javi didn't need any more than that. He hadn't been lying when he said he would give you anything you wanted, which also included stopping his tongue play on your cunt earlier than he had anticipated.

Panting heavily, Javi left his space between your legs, though he rubbed your clit one last time with the pad of his thumb. Then he crawled toward your bedside table and opened the top drawer with a confidence that suggested he knew his way around your apartment effortlessly. There they were. Condoms that fitted him perfectly.

"Really, Javi…?" you muttered through pursed lips, feet planted flat on the bed, your hand busy tucking your hair behind your ears.

"Yes, cariño. C'mon, don't give me those eyes."

He should have known that he had made a mistake the first time he had fucked you raw. Okay, it had happened more than once, but definitely no more than three or four times. Obviously, Javi had regretted it within minutes, but you had shown a particular fondness for feeling him without a condom every single time.

And to avoid the fear of getting pregnant, you had taken the morning-after pill, which had relieved Javi even though he wasn't keen on watching you go down that path just because it was convenient and allowed you that special connection during sex. Condoms were safer, and Javi knew that, goddamnit. At times, it was just very difficult to deny you anything at all. Tonight, he would remain unwavering, though.

"Just this once. Please," you begged, putting even more hunger and yearning into your eyes, though Javi quickly averted his gaze so that he wouldn't feel too tempted by your dangerous request.

"Baby, you gotta stop… I'm gonna make it good, I promise. You trust me, right?"

"Yes," you whined, glancing down at his cock, which was throbbing in his firm grip.

"Okay… Then just relax. And enjoy it."

Javi was quick to tear the small package open, fumbling with the plastic and dropping it onto the nightstand. Then his eyes connected with yours again, skimming past the yearning in your gaze with a faint stumble of his heart.

"I'm gonna make it good, cariño… Gonna do all the work… Just need my princess to enjoy it and keep her eyes on me."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly, which relieved Javi, who had feared that refusing to fuck you raw would set off your pouting.

"I can do the work too," you insisted, reaching for his hard, throbbing cock, but Javi shook his head with a glossy twinkle in his eyes.

"I know you can… But tonight I just want you to lie back and relax. Okay?" Javi lovingly placed his palm on your cheek, thumb stretching out to brush against your cheekbone.

"Okay…"

He didn't need to hear more than that. Running his hand up and down your thigh, Javi single-handedly rolled the condom over his cock and stroked himself a couple of times. Of course, he would have liked to forgo the condom as well, but he already knew that he would feel guilty afterwards when the two of you had to rush to the pharmacy in the morning for the morning-after pill.

His left hand guided his tip through your slit, smearing your wetness all over your folds to make a mess he would be happy to clean up later.

"Javi," you whimpered as his cock nudged your sensitive bud, your legs spreading a little wider as though reminding him where your hole was.

"You want me to put it in?" he murmured, leaning down with his entire weight, knowing well how much you adored feeling as much of him as you physically could.

"Yes. Yes, Javi, please."

Your chests were flush against each other, not just sweat connecting your bodies but your heat as well. Everything was in sync, your heavy breathing, your heartbeat, probably even your temperatures.

"Put it in," you demanded once more, then drew a slow breath when you felt his heavy tip nudge against your hole. As always, Javi pressed his thumb into your clit while he worked his cock inside your cunt, giving you something to cling to and focus on while your walls stretched to accommodate him. Besides, he swore he always felt you loosen up a little more whenever his finger provided extra stimulation.

"Oh my god," you hummed, sliding your hands over the toned muscles of his arms and shoulders before planting them on his back. You pushed gently against him, communicating that you wanted to minimize the distance between the two of you without using your words. And just like you had hoped, Javi understood despite your inability to speak.

"Baby, you feel like a fucking dream. Look at me, cariño, please."

It wasn't easy to keep your eyes focused on one spot as your pupils tended to uncontrollably flick to the sides whenever he was stretching your walls like that. Still, you tried your very best for him.

"Javi, oh my god, oh my god," you whimpered quietly, feeling his chest cage you beneath him in the most exciting way possible.

"That's it, sweetheart. That's it… You like it? You like it when I go in slowly like that?"

He wasn't even halfway inside you even though you were more than ready to take him in one go.

"Yes," you breathed, your legs wrapping around his hips tightly.

You were holding onto him like a monkey, like you weren't planning to let him go any time soon. Pulse thundering behind your temples, you hid your face in the crook of his neck while Javi disappeared inside you painfully slowly, taking his time with every single inch. Of course, his touch on your bundle of nerves hadn't stopped and he still rubbed fast circles over your skin, which caused your lids to flutter and your pussy to drench his girthy cock.

You didn't know how Javi managed to squeeze his hand between your bodies, which were pressed so closely together that you had been certain not even a sheet of paper would fit between you. Still, he somehow found a way.

"Just a little bit more…" Javi hummed against your earlobe, pinching your clit between thumb and index finger. "Fuck… You're squeezing me so tightly. Just need you to look at me. Need to see how — good you're feeling."

That was something you could comply with. You didn't struggle for a second to convey your love for his actions and didn't shy away from moaning his name softly, working it between your teeth like a reverent prayer or a holy exclamation.

"Javi… Javi, please —" You took a deep breath, which didn't help. You felt too hot and short of breath, your body deliciously confined in the best way you could imagine. Buried beneath the man you needed so badly, held in place by his strong arms.

At last, he was fully sheathed inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots from within. Now that he was entirely buried in your warmth, he couldn't hold back any longer and quickly started to move in a steady rhythm. You weren't new to his technique, his long, intense, still quite slow thrusts that seemed to press you a little deeper into the bed with each one.

"Oh my god," was all you could breathe, your eyes on him as requested, though a thick veil hung over your sight.

"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it? I can feel you clench so hard around me. S'a lot for your pretty pussy, isn't it?"

You nodded softly, hazy eyes gazing back up at him.

"Too much?" Javi searched your face suspiciously at the faint shake of your head. "Talk to me, sweetheart. Need to hear you say it."

"No. S'not too much. It's good like that."

His hand gently slapping your clit wasn't really a reward, yet it felt like one.

"Deeper, Javi… please. Please, I need — more."

This time, it was Javi nuzzling your neck with his lips, kissing along your pulse point and hungrily inhaling your scent.

"Deeper? I can't go any deeper, hermosa. I'm already all the way inside you… She won't let me, you know?" To give you something different all the same, Javi swirled his finger around your clit with more force, smiling contentedly as you softly cried out his name.

"Javi… Javi, oh my god. I'm gonna cum."

It was no surprise that you were so close, considering he had already spent some time between your legs warming you up. It wouldn't take him much longer either, even though part of him just didn't want to let go yet, wanting to feel you a little longer.

"Jesus… You're so fucking warm, babygirl. So wet 'n' warm. Just made for me alone, mhm? I want you to cum for me and I want you to let it all go. Don't hold back."

He tucked your hair behind your ears, which didn't align with the powerful, sharp thrusts he delivered at all. They weren't painful or brutal, of course, but rather made you believe that Javi wanted to make sure you felt him. Preferably for days after. Each one was pointed and precise, driving into you with so much force you shuddered when he slammed back. Occasionally, Javi even broke the rhythm just to make his thrusts a little more surprising, drawing out a few more of those squeals from you. With success, obviously.

"You're so —" you mumbled, teeth dragging over your tongue to release the tension building in your body.

"I'm what?" Javi grinned, knowing that whatever words had formed in your head would amuse him.

"Good. Fuck… so good."

"That's my girl… You know what it does to my cock, don't you? Hearing you talk like that." Javi glanced down meaningfully, though you couldn't see a thing with your heavy, swimming head comfortably resting on a pillow.

"No. What?" you innocently asked, toying with the hair at his temples as your hooded eyes took in each of his lustful glances down your body, your jiggling tits, the thin layer of sweat covering your cleavage.

"Makes it really fucking hard… And proud." Javi purposefully drew his hips back before snapping them forward harshly, fully filling your spent pussy.

"Oh my god," you panted, unable even to tease him further about the effect of your words on his cock.

"Makes me wanna give it to you all night… Just playing with that sweet pussy for hours while she cums for me over and over again… So often that she forgets which one was coaxed out of her by my fingers, which one by my tongue and which by my cock… Makes me wanna give it to her really good, hermosa."

Javi lazily dragged his thumb around your bundle of nerves, throat vibrating with laughter at the way you jolted and jerked underneath him.

"C'mere, cariño…" Javi placed wet kisses along your jawline, all the way around your face until he landed one on your lips. "I want you to cum for me. Want you to give it all to me, baby, fuck… Need to — watch it. How you lose it."

His face was flushed and gleaming with sweat, drops falling from his brow onto your cheeks, but neither of you could have cared less. You were both on the verge of exploding, so much pressure and tension built up in your bodies that Javi felt like the condom wouldn't catch his entire load.

Meanwhile, your hands were still pulling at his hair, using a little more force every time he hit a particularly good spot or touched your clit right at its most sensitive point.

"Cum for me, baby. C'mon, sweetheart," he whispered at the exact moment his cock was buried all the way inside you, the rough skin of his thumb pressing directly onto your nub.

It was all you needed. His exhausted voice, his torso trapping you beneath him. Your head spun like a carousel, and the next thing you knew you were orgasming around Javi's cock, clenching around him ten times harder than before. He followed at once and spilled into the condom, his entire body quivering and shuddering.

His head dropped while you greedily let air fill your lungs, the muscles in your stomach convulsing.

"Oh my god," you murmured like a religious mantra, a single tear escaping from your lower lashes, which Javi quickly wiped from your face. "Javi… I — shit."

"I know, cariño… I got you. I got you, always. Just look at you cumming like that… S'fucking perfect. You're perfect."

There was a lot of vulnerability resonating in his voice, but since you were hovering in a similar dreamy state, you met his tenderness precisely, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck.

"Don't leave," you whispered, caressing his shoulder blades and closing your eyes.

"Where would I go, baby, mhm?"

"You could go home. But I want you to stay."

"I want to stay too…" he muttered through clenched teeth, flexing his jaw as he glided a hand from your hip up to your ribcage.

Javi stayed.

And he didn't just stay, he also fucked you again and again, like he had wished for earlier. First with his tongue, since his cock needed a little time to recover. Javi knelt between your legs and kissed his way down your body, which drew a fresh layer of sweat across your thighs and raised goosebumps along your forearms.

He made out with your clit slowly and passionately, like an ardent kiss shared between two lovers. After your third high of the night, you were crying softly, causing Javi to crawl up to you and scoop you into his arms. Your chin resting on his shoulder, he brought his lips to your ear, nibbling at your skin and speaking quietly.

"Can I give you more, baby? I just can't fucking stop. You taste so good and I need to see it again. Need to hear you say my name when you cum. You say it like you're mine. Like you're trying to tell me that you belong to me and that I'm the only one who gets to touch that pretty pussy."

You wanted to tell him that it was the truth, and that you only ever wanted him to be so close to you, but the words caught in your throat. All you could do was nod and whine his name once more while Javi crawled back down your body.

"Never gonna be done with her, hermosa… Never gonna be done telling her how perfect she is," Javi murmured the instant before he dove back in.

After making you cum again, this time keeping his tongue inside you throughout your high, he fucked you one more time with his cock. He had had great plans to coax a fifth one out of you, but about halfway through you had pressed a hand over your mouth, whimpering that you were too sensitive, which he had respected without a second thought. So it was just him spurting into the condom while hissing curses through his gritted teeth, mostly followed by high praise for you, how well you always took him, how addicted he was to your cunt, how perfect you felt. Better than anything else he had ever experienced.

"Jesus Christ… You're gonna be the fucking death of me, hermosa, shit… Fuck, yeah, like that… Don't move, baby, yes… Just stay like that, goddamnit…"

Then it was over.

Javi pulled out of you carefully, aware that after four releases, you would shriek at the slightest contact against your raw skin. A much darker, more twisted part of him found delight and rotten pleasure in the idea of his cock turning you into such a mess. You had willingly let him bruise your insides, had allowed him to push his fingers or tongue back inside you again and again just because you were so intoxicated by the feeling of him.

"You make it really hard to stop, baby," Javi chuckled, lying down next to you and offering you his hand, which you eagerly took.

"How late is it?" you whispered.

"I don't wanna know…"

"Why?" you asked, turning your head to glance at his profile. "We can sleep in tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah… we can. But still. I think it's really late."

Chest rising and falling steadily, you kissed the knuckles of his hand. "I'm feeling very sleepy, Javi…"

"That's okay, cariño… I put you through a lot today. Are you feeling good? Everything okay?"

You nodded with a faint smile lingering on your lips. "Yeah. Very good."

"Your pussy too?"

Your grin broadened as you felt Javi's fingertips ghost over your thigh, drifting toward your center.

"Yeah… But I really can't go another round."

"I know," he admitted, jutting his jaw forward. "You're just… really addictive. All of you. Makes it hard not to touch you all the time…"

"Well, we've got all the time in the world tomorrow…" you murmured, knowing well how much your boyfriend adored lazy morning sex when neither of you were really awake but highly sensitive to each other's touch.

He had barely even stopped touching you, yet Javi was already excited by the idea of waking you up with his mouth. Perhaps you would still be wet from the night before. Or maybe his proximity, his cock pressed against your backside, would make you dream filthy things that would turn you on in your sleep, resulting in drenched panties when you woke up.

Before Javi's thoughts could wander too far, he quickly kissed the top of your head.

"I can't wait for it. I'm gonna be all yours."

You smiled, then tilted your face so that his next kiss landed on your lips.

"I love you, baby."

Those four words had been as quiet as all the others, yet they carried a different feeling. A different weight, a different emotion ringing in his tone. There was longing and desire mixed with curiosity and fear. Fear that you wouldn't say it back. Now more than ever, Javi became aware that he had never said it quite like this before. He had spoken about being in love with you, told you how wonderful and perfect you were, but saying it to your face like that? It was a first. And hell, it was a little scary.

"I love you too, Javi. I love you so much."

Tears welled in your eyes, your bottom lip quivering as you pushed your face against his neck. A wave of relief coursed through him, flooding from the top of his head down to his little toe. It was ridiculous to feel so afraid of you not reciprocating his love after everything you two had just done, but Javi couldn't help it.

He wasn't half as confident with you as he usually was. Not in a bad way, though. It wasn't like you drained his self-assurance, but he just felt so much shyer and more afraid of doing something wrong whenever he was around you.

Maybe that was what his friends had talked about in the bar. They weren't blind to the way you had fundamentally changed something within him. Something that Javi couldn't quite grasp, but he knew that he liked it. He liked this version of himself, the one who was capable of allowing himself to feel things he had been reluctant to admit before. He liked what you did to him, how he acted in your presence.

"Just stay, baby. I just want you to stay," you whispered, his and your limbs a tangled sprawl across the bed.

"I will stay, cariño. For as long as you want me to. God… I love you."

It felt good to finally say those words aloud.

[pascalispunkczechia]

A very private flight

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Failed mission, tiny plane, tension so thick you could choke on it… and Javier Peña looking at you like that. It was supposed to be a quiet flight back to bogotá. It wasn’t.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, explicit sexual content, p in v sex, unprotected sex, public sex (kinda), airplane sex, dirty talk, cock worship, size kink because javier and his huge cargo, javier peña ruining lives as usual, he holds you / he fucks you / same man

w/c: 3.4k • javi fic masterlist • taglist form

You and Javier are flying back to Bogotá after a failed mission. Cali was a fucking mess. You really thought you were gonna get Gilberto Rodriguez. You had him. Like actually had him. And then? Nothing. Gone. Just like that. At this point it feels like the whole Cali cartel is cursed or something. Nothing ever goes how it’s supposed to.

You’re sitting across from Javier. Small plane, just you two and the pilot up front. There’s barely any space here. Maybe one more seat if you’d actually managed to bring Gilberto back. But yeah. That didn’t happen.

The plane takes off and your stomach drops like it always does. That familiar feeling. Except now you’re not even sure it’s just the flying. It’s probably everything mixed together. The shitty mission. The fact you hate flying. And also… Javier sitting right there.

Like. Right in front of you. In those gray pants that already show way too much even on a normal day. And now he’s sitting there with his legs spread like that.

Usually that shit annoys you. Like why do men always sit like that, taking up space for no reason… but with Javier it kinda makes sense. Because… yeah. It probably wouldn’t be very comfortable for him otherwise.

And you know that. Very well.

It wasn’t even that long ago you found out exactly why. When he had you bent over in that storage room with the classified files, pretending he was looking for something. Yeah. Sure. Only thing he was actually looking for was a way into your panties.

Not that you cared. If anything, you’d been waiting for it since the first time you saw him. Pathetic? Maybe. But whatever. You can’t exactly resist him.

And just the thought of how big he felt inside you not that long ago makes your stomach flip harder than the plane does.

The plane finally levels out and you relax a little… and then you realize. You’ve been straight up staring at his crotch. Fuck. You swallow and quickly look up, trying to play it off, maybe look out the window or something, anything…

But the second you do, you catch Javier already looking at you. And yeah. He definitely knows exactly where you were looking. Shit.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” he mutters, almost pissed.

“What?” Jesus, what’s your problem?

“Nothing, just… we fucked it up and your only concern is staring at my dick, huh…”

“Hey,” you snap, shooting him a look. “I get that you’re pissed, but you don’t have to take it out on me, okay?!” It actually stings. You don’t know him like this.

He’s never taken his frustration out on you before. You just look at each other for a second, like some silent challenge over who’s gonna look away first.

“Sorry,” Javier says quietly, dropping his gaze. “Sorry, fuck… that was out of line… it’s just… everything’s fucked.” He doesn’t seem like he wants to keep talking.

But you still poke at him a little. Because yeah, he pissed you off, but that comment about his dick? It stuck. Because yeah. You were staring. And thinking about things a DEA agent probably shouldn’t be thinking about right after a failed mission. “Hm… maybe I was staring because…”

Before you can finish, Javier looks up at you again, suddenly paying attention.

“Maybe I was staring because I thought you might appreciate something to take your mind off things,” you raise an eyebrow. You’re not even sure you look that convincing after a whole day like this, but apparently it works.

Javier swallows, his throat moving, and his eyes go darker. Like they always do when the blood stops being in his head and starts going somewhere else.

You don’t wait for him to say anything. You unclip your seatbelt and slowly start getting up. Trying to ignore the fact you just unbuckled mid-flight and are about to climb into someone’s lap in a tiny plane. You can’t even stand up fully, the cabin’s too low.

Javier watches you. Something flickers in his eyes for a second. Concern… or something softer? Fuck, probably not. Still, he looks caught off guard by what you’re doing. “Hey, you probably shouldn’t…” He doesn’t even get to finish before you move.

You just go for it. No thinking. You climb into his lap, straddling him. To keep your balance, you grab onto his shoulders.

Javier catches you instantly, his big hands sliding down to your ass, pulling you closer like he’s making sure you don’t fall. Or maybe he just knows you hate flying. Whatever. It feels good.

You can feel the heat of his body. His breathing’s a little heavier now, probably because you’re sitting right there, way too close to his crotch. He’s staring at you, lips slightly parted. That lower lip of his pushed out just a bit, like when he’s surprised. You love that look. His hair’s still messy from outside, a few strands falling over his forehead. He’s so fucking handsome it’s almost stupid. It never stops hitting you.

“What are you doing?” he whispers, but his grip on your ass tightens a little.

You smile, because right now Javier is somehow both a little stupid and way too hot. “Shh,” you whisper back.

You don’t wait. You unclip his seatbelt. Your fingers brush against his shirt as you move, your hand sliding over his stomach, soft and warm. You trace over it, slow. You love that part of him. He’s not some gym-obsessed asshole with abs, and he’s still the hottest man you’ve ever seen.

Javier’s chest rises as he takes a deep breath. “You shouldn’t…” he tries again, but you know he’s not actually stopping you. He’s just waiting to see what you do next. Like he’s already letting you.

You shut him up with a kiss. He reacts instantly, his lips moving with yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth right away. Fuck, you love it. It sends a shiver through your whole body, straight down between your legs. Your fingers slide into his hair and pull him closer.

For a moment you’re just kissing. Tongues, messy, a little impatient. Javier tastes like cigarettes and mint gum. You can smell his cheap cologne, almost faded, and then something that’s just him. It’s a mix that goes straight to your head, fucks with all your senses. Like he doesn’t even have to try and he still gets full control over you. Even when you try to take the lead, you end up giving in anyway, just because of how he tastes, how he smells.

Still, he lets you set the pace. Like he’s giving it up to you. Like he just wants to shut his brain off and forget the fucked up mission. Like you’re the one in charge now. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he breathes out.

“Mhm,” you mumble, not really answering. Your hands leave his hair and move down, straight to the bulge in his pants. You press against it, slow, testing. Fuck. These pants, and what’s under them…

He’s not even fully hard yet and it’s already this big. You love it. You love his cock, you can’t help it.

You tease him for a bit, just dragging your hand over the fabric, squeezing lightly now and then. And you can feel it. He’s reacting. His stomach starts rising faster with his breathing and yeah… it’s not gonna take long before he’s fully hard.

Your fingers move to the front of his pants. Button, zipper, all of it. You undo it like it’s muscle memory, like you do this every day. Which you don’t. Not really. Ever since he fucked you in that storage room a few weeks ago, nothing much has happened between you. Actually… nothing at all. And it’s been driving you insane.

Javier digs his fingers harder into your ass. You feel the heat of his touch even through the fabric.

That’s it. You’re done waiting. You slide your hand into his pants, expecting fabric, but there’s nothing. Your palm lands straight on his skin. On his cock. Already hard. You look up at him. “Agent Peña… no underwear?” you raise an eyebrow. Of course he doesn’t always wear any. Of course he doesn’t. It’s ridiculous. And hot as fuck.

Javier doesn’t say anything. He just lifts his hips slightly, like he’s pushing himself into your hand.

And you give it to him. You wrap your hand around him as much as the space in his pants allows and squeeze. And yeah, he reacts instantly. He’s fully hard now, pulsing in your hand. Hot. Ready. Big. Fuck. You love how big and thick he is. It shoots straight down into your stomach, into your core. You can already feel how wet you are and you’ve barely even started.

You run your thumb over the tip of his cock. Javier lets out a low sound. You can hear it even over the noise of the plane. And then it hits you. You’re not alone. There’s a pilot. Right there. But he’s got headphones on, doesn’t seem to be paying attention. There’s a thin plastic divider anyway.

And honestly… the fact he could still see something? That just makes it worse. Better. And you know one thing for sure. You need Javier’s cock inside you. Right now.

Without warning, you let go of his cock. Javier lets out a low, annoyed sound, and you get up off his lap. Careful not to hit your head, careful not to lose your balance because this tiny plane is anything but steady. But honestly, you don’t care.

You quickly undo your jeans and push them down, taking your panties with them. You don’t even care how it looks. Probably not sexy at all. But you don’t look away from Javier. Not for a second.

He’s watching you just as closely, his cock still in his hand. He strokes it a few times, like he’s making sure he doesn’t lose it.

Fuck. You want him so bad.

You kick your jeans off your ankles and leave them on the floor. Step back toward him. Grab his chin and tilt his face up. Then you lean in and kiss him.

Javier’s free hand grabs your bare ass from behind, a low growl against your mouth as he pulls you closer.

You gasp softly and pull back just enough. You’re done waiting. “Javi?”

He looks at you, fully focused now. His chest rising fast, like you can almost see his heartbeat under that thin shirt.

“I want… I want you to look at me. Look me in the eyes when your cock disappears inside me.”

His pupils blow wide. That clearly hits him. Maybe it even surprises him a little, hearing you say something like that. But he listens. Doesn’t take his eyes off you. His big hands stay on your ass, holding you steady. Keeping you in place. Like even like this, he’s still making sure you don’t fall.

Slowly. So fucking slowly it almost hurts, you lower yourself onto him. Javier’s so hard his cock is already lined up, you barely even have to guide it. Still, before you actually take him, you drag the tip through your folds, over your clit, slow and teasing.

You’re watching him. He’s watching you. Eye contact, locked in. And you can see it in his face.

He wants to snap his hips up into you so bad. But he doesn’t. He lets you take control. “Cariño,” Javier growls. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

Yeah. Same.

You stop dragging it out. You drop your hips down onto him. Feel him push inside you. Filling you up. Every inch, pressing against your walls, stretching you. You both let out a sound at the same time. You lean forward, head dropping to his shoulder, and take him all the way. Fully.

He’s all the way inside you. Every inch of him. Thick, heavy, perfect. The same cock you haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that day in the storage room.

Javier lets out a breath right into your ear and it sends another rush through your body. You love that. You love when men actually make noise, don’t hold it back. And Javier… yeah. The sounds he makes hit you just as hard as the way he feels inside you.

You start moving against him. Rolling your hips, lifting up and dropping back down. Up. Down. Again. Grinding into him while his hands grip your ass like he needs it to stay alive.

“Cariño… look at me,” he growls, breath uneven against your ear. “I wanna see you. Wanna see your face when you take me.”

That makes you lift your head. You look at each other again. His eyes half-lidded, yours probably the same.

You can feel how wet it is between you now. You don’t even know if it’s more you or him at this point. Probably both.

For a second, you glance toward the cockpit. The pilot isn’t paying attention at all. Has no idea what’s happening right behind him.

Javier clearly doesn’t like that. His hand comes up, grabs your chin, turns your face back to him. “I’m right here,” he growls. “And I wanna see you. Wanna see it on your face. Wanna see how much you like having my cock inside you. Wanna see what it does to you, knowing how much control you’ve got over me.”

Fuck. His words hit you hard. Your body reacts on its own, your muscles tightening around him.

Javier feels it. Of course he does. A small smirk pulls at his lips. “Good girl… so good. Show me what else you can do to me.”

You clench around him again, this time on purpose, watching him. Watching how he looks under you. Almost helpless. Completely at your pace. You see the way his breath catches every time you drop down on him, and you drag it out on purpose, pausing for a few seconds just to mess with him. You’re just about to speed up, get both of you there…

But then… the plane jerks. Hard. Fuck. Turbulence. The whole thing shakes, worse than before. Not unusual, this happens all the time, DEA pilots know what they’re doing… but you?

You hate flying. Your whole body goes stiff. Every muscle locks up. Your nails dig into his shoulders.

Javier doesn’t flinch. Instead, his hands slide to your back, pulling you down against his chest, holding you there. “Focus on me,” he says, firm. Like he’s trying to snap you out of it, out of that freeze your body just dropped into as the plane dips for a second.

You try to focus on him, not on the window, not on how tilted the plane feels. But it’s impossible to ignore. You feel it everywhere, even inside you, because the angle of his cock in you right now would usually drive you insane… but now your body’s just tense, your muscles tight, and you’re trying to convince yourself this plane isn’t about to go down.

Javier must be reading your mind. He pulls you closer, his hands moving over your back, slow, steady. You feel the warmth of his touch even through your shirt. You’re still frozen, stuck in it.

But under you, he starts moving. Not soft. Not slow. Deep. Steady. Intentional. Like he’s trying to pull you out of it. Ground you. Make you focus on him and nothing else.

And it works.

Just a little at first, but you feel it. Your body starts loosening up again. Your pulse picks up, faster now, not just from the turbulence but from him. From the way he’s moving inside you, the way you’re pressed against him. You feel him everywhere. His smell, right there, close to your face. Fuck. You try not to think about the fact that you might actually crash.

The plane steadies for a second.

Then drops again. Hard.

You lift your head fast, a sound almost breaking out of you, but Javier cuts it off with a kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, firm, not gentle. He kisses you like he’s trying to take the fear out of you, piece by piece.

His hips keep moving. He grips your ass, lifting you slightly, guiding you. Like he’s pulling you back into it. Like every thrust is him telling you: ‘I’ve got you, you’re okay.’

He keeps kissing you. Keeps moving inside you.

You don’t even know how much time has passed. You’re caught somewhere between pleasure and fear. Between adrenaline and the way Javier’s cock inside you is pulling you right back into it.

You start moving again. Slow at first, rolling your hips.

But every time the plane jerks, you stop. Your whole body locks up. Every muscle. Yeah. Every single one.

Javier feels it.

Feels the way you clamp down around him every time, and from the way his heart starts pounding harder against you, you know he’s getting close. And you don’t even know if it’s that, or everything mixed together, but you feel it too. Building.

He grips your ass tighter, pulls you down onto him, then snaps his hips up into you…

And at the exact same moment, the plane drops again, tilting hard.

You let out a broken sound. You don’t even know if it’s fear or pleasure anymore.

The plane’s shaking around you, and somehow you still find it in you to move. To grind against him. Faster. And faster.

You’re both moaning now.

And then the plane drops again, hard, and your body tightens around him… Javier growls into your ear, and then you feel it. His cock twitching inside you as he comes, filling you.

And that’s what pushes you over too. Right there, in the middle of turbulence, with the plane shaking around you, you come harder than you ever have. Your body shaking, everything hitting at once. You bury your face into his shirt, trying to muffle the sound that tears out of you.

You’re pressed together, still connected, his cock still twitching inside you, your body still clenching around him. You can feel his heartbeat, fast against you, his fingers digging into your ass while he breathes hard.

You don’t know how long you stay like that. Stuck together. Sweaty. Sticky. Wet.

But after a while, everything starts to calm down. The plane. The turbulence. You. Him. All that’s left is this. And your breathing.

Javier nudges you a little until you lift your head. You look at him. You already know how you probably look. Messy, fucked, sweaty. Not exactly your best moment. Okay maybe the ‘just got fucked’ part is kinda hot. The rest? Probably not.

But Javier’s looking at you like none of that matters. Like all he sees is something he likes. His expression’s softer now. A little curious. His eyes… gentle. Yeah, there’s still that ‘yeah I just fucked you’ look, but there’s something else there too. Something softer. Maybe a bit of concern. Like he’s checking you’re okay.

You can’t help it. You reach up and fix the damp strands of hair on his forehead, brushing them back. Your fingers linger for a second, soft. Like you wanna say thank you. For holding you. But the words don’t come out.

Javier gives you a small smile. “Better?” he asks, tilting his head slightly.

Your chest tightens. Maybe it’s everything. The adrenaline, the come down, all of it. But it hits you that he’s not just the guy who fucked you in a storage room. Not just the guy you were supposed to hook up with on a plane.

He’s the guy who held you. Who kept you steady. Even when he knew there was nothing actually dangerous about it. Even when he’s probably been through this a hundred times. He didn’t laugh. Didn’t brush it off.

He just… gave you something to hold onto. The way he knows how. The way he’s good at.

But you can tell that’s not all he is. Not even close. Maybe you just didn’t see it before. Not like this.

You nod, just a small one. I’m okay. It’s fine.

Javier reaches up and tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Well… if every bit of turbulence scares you like that,” he says, a hint of a smirk, “maybe we should fly together more often.”

You can’t help it. You smile. Because that idea? Yeah. You don’t hate it at all.

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[notjustjavierpena]

You should explore hubby Javi’s lactation kink more in your fic. Just saying… 😈

Weekend Off

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Here to add fuel to the lactation kink javi fire. I hope you enjoy this because my writing has been activated again after a long period of not really being as passionate about it as I was. I feel like it’s reflected in this piece, the fact that passion is coming back after I started reading books again.

Summary: Javier plans a weekend off to make sure that he puts baby 4.0 in you. 

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18, mdni, domestic, humor, fluff, longing, filth, lactation kink, morning sex, married life, baby-making, breeding, f!masturbation, finger sucking, grinding, deep and intense piv, biting, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, creampie, pillow talk, aftercare 

Word count: 4.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/72491391

Weekend Off

A couple of nights ago, Javier promised, albeit half-asleep, that he would find the time to drop the kids off at Chucho’s. He added that he would make up a plausible excuse when, in reality, the motive behind getting you all to himself is an attempt to get a head start on Project Baby 4.0. 

Today, when you wake up, the large house is completely quiet in an eerie way that any parent wouldn’t trust at first. He must’ve slipped out of bed in the early hours of the morning to get the kids dropped off, shushing and rushing to not disturb you, before collapsing back into bed with the sheets still warm. 

You glance at the clock on your nightstand. 9:21 AM, the sun is already dancing on the curtains and casting a single stripe through them. It’s almost like everything is holding its breath, the stillness buzzing in your ears until you start to worry that one small creak of the floorboards will send Inés bounding down the hall to say good morning. 

You carefully roll onto your side to check on Javier’s side of the bed. He is asleep face down next to you, his face smushed into the pillow to the point where it muffles his soft snoring. You want to wake him up for a kiss or maybe even a first round, but there’s still that hesitation within you. 

What if making your presence known causes Sebastian’s cries to travel from down the hall? You blame it on only just waking up, getting used to being awake; Seb isn’t here. Logic hasn’t passed through your groggy mind yet. 

It seems that logic has also avoided your body. You only think about baby Seb calling for you, letting out a series of whimpers and complaints that border just on an unhappy wail, before it sets the taps running. 

Let-down starts to trickle down your chest. You feel the warmth of the leak seep into the cotton of your tank top, slowly spreading out until the dampness makes it see-through and cool. 

You groan quietly in frustration from the tingling that it brings, not to mention the mess. You don’t feel ready to get up and deal with it, covering your chest with your forearm to slow down the steady flow. 

Beside you, Javier starts to stir by instinct. His breathing changes to something more superficial before he does a quick intake of air and wakes up. His arm automatically reaches out, searching for you in his foggy state. His brow furrows when your arm isn’t by your side as usual. 

“Mi amor (my love),” he says gruffly while rubbing his eye with his other hand, his voice still laced with sleep, “You okay?”

“I missed the morning shift,” you lift your arm and reveal the mess on the front of your top, only now realizing how milk-heavy your breasts are because of the ache the pressure has caused, “Should’ve gotten up to pump when you were sending them out the door.”

Javier’s gaze lazily travels down to your chest in sleepy confusion. A second later, he blinks up at you again with darker eyes after realizing what you’re referring to. He looks very awake all of a sudden, seemingly stuck between being the understanding husband and the husband who desires his wife first thing in the morning. 

“C’mere,” he murmurs in an attempt to be both. There are butterflies in your whole body. 

You shuffle closer as he does, meeting him halfway on the bed. He leans over you with an arm braced above your head and his hand cupping the curve of your waist. The kiss isn’t rushed now that you have the chance to take your time. It is relaxed with no worries about a kid or two barging in while you’re softly sighing against his lips like he is touching you everywhere. 

The heat comes after he parts your lips to lick into your mouth, electric desire pooling low in your belly. You should care about your morning breath, but you don’t because he’s just as messy with sleep as you, and he is Javier. He is yours. You want him either way. 

When he slowly starts to ease the spaghetti straps off your shoulders, you feel your body respond quickly. There may be no baby in the house at this moment, but with how full your breasts are, the mere routine of exposing your chest in the morning triggers another steady flow of milk. 

The fabric of your top peels off your nipples with a near-obscene sound. Javier draws back to look down, swearing softly under his breath as a bead of foremilk trickles down over your chest. 

“Javi,” you warn him as his hand travels from your waist up your torso. It settles just beneath the swell of your breast, and you notice that you’re leaking on him, “I’m—“

“I know. Don’t care,” he announces as his gaze hungrily tracks the next few droplets that follow a path to your belly button. He dares lean down to trace the streak with his tongue, the act so filthy it makes you throb between your legs. 

He finds your lips once more for another kiss, the taste sweet like you have just bitten into a piece of honeydew. You cup the back of his head with fingers in his hair, moaning softly into his mouth. 

“Gotta change the sheets later anyway,” he murmurs roughly into your mouth and cups your whole breast with his warm hand. He doesn’t squeeze hard but rather gently presses from the edge to the center to make a generous amount of milk spill over his fingers. 

“Christ, mami,” he says in a low voice, filled with awe. He squeezes again, creating tiny river patterns down your chest and belly. 

You gasp at the sensation, the way it relieves some of the pressure in your breasts. The milk, coloured like porcelain, is warm against your already heated skin, sweet-scented in the air. Your hungry husband doesn’t waste his time, dipping down to your chest again to clean up the mess he’s made. 

He carefully squeezes again, and another trickle of milk immediately answers him. You shiver in anticipation when his mouth hovers teasingly over your nipple for a moment before covering it completely. The sight is so sinful that you can feel your whole pelvic floor tug deliciously, a rush flowing down between your legs. 

Javier is just as affected. He drinks like a man starved of you, deprived of water, and you can feel his cock press against your thigh. He was half-hard from sleep moments ago, but now, he feels rock-hard, not sleepy at all. 

“Oh God,” your voice trembles, your gaze fixed on his dark curls. The sleep-heavy pleasure in your body almost makes you tear up. He glances up at you, sporting a filthy grin while moving to the other side. 

“You’re getting me worked up here,” he tells you with milk lewdly staining his lips white. There’s a roll of his hips against your body, almost like he is doing it subconsciously because he just can’t help himself. 

“Really? I’m getting you worked up?” You huff out a breathless laugh at the ceiling. He hums like it’s obvious, closes his mouth around this nipple too, and gives it a slow pull of his mouth. There’s a practiced swiping press of his thumb, one that would tell anyone that he’s done this before.  

“Well, if you’re that into this…” He taunts without being cruel, the cocky, desiring husband, briefly having won over the understanding one. He grinds against your thigh again in a way that makes your toes curl, “Then maybe you should touch yourself.”

Your cheeks heat, up but there’s not a bone in your body telling you to protest. You follow through, doing what you’re told by sliding both hands  into your panties. You feel the fabric drag against your knuckles as you circle your clit, finding a rhythm, and your breathy chuckle turns into a needy whine. 

The way your belly does a somersault is different now. It’s not only from feeling him worshipping your body until milk dots the sheets beneath you; it’s also because you know that this isn’t just playtime away from the kids. Instead, it is deliberate and purposeful, like Javier wants you soaked enough for him to go deep, to make good on his promise of baby number four. 

“Good girl,” he praises, and it’s enough to make your hips tilt, desperately seeking out your hand on their own accord. You stuff yourself with two fingers, the noise slick and obscene as you curl them inside yourself repeatedly. Javier’s cock twitches in his boxers when he hears it mix with the sound of him suckling on your chest, a damp spot on the front of his underwear now dragging against you. 

“Getting me worked up here,” he jokes shakily and pauses his tongue on your tender breasts. The milk flow doesn’t stop; instead simply begins pooling in your belly button. 

“Well, if you’re that into this…” You joke back with a moan, finding yourself balancing on the edge in no time. Your jaw clenches while you hold back your orgasm, the denial making your heartbeat pound in your ribcage, “Then maybe you should fuck me.”

Javier’s breath hitches, the hand above your head curling in the sheets. He swears while his hips stutter, forcing them to still so he doesn’t lose all self-control. You don’t say it out loud, but there’s a warm, prideful sensation spreading out across your torso from the sight. It’s been a decade now, and he’s still so crazy about you. You still have this power over him, like the very sound of your voice can bring him to his knees.

“Take off your panties, baby,” he growls, teeth gritted as he slots between your thighs. He watches you do it, and you feel the power you claimed to possess just a second ago slipping into his hands. He has you in his grip just as much, you realize, because the command alone makes you gush messily into the thin fabric between your legs. 

They stick to your skin as you peel them off. You throw them to the side, thinking they might as well go in the washer along with the sheets. Then you cup yourself for a moment of sinful relief, rubbing the ache until your fingers are wet again. Javier nearly loses his mind, another dark patch of precome blooming on the front of his underwear. 

“Don’t have fun without me,” he notes while shoving his boxers off as you dip the digits into your cunt, trying to get a preview of where he will be shortly. Nothing could ever compare, but you’re so horny that milk is beading on your chest once again, and your fingers are nearly sticking together. 

“Fun? I think you’re downplaying the gravity of this. We’re creating another human being,” you answer cockily but tweak your voice to something more whiny, scooting down on the mattress to open yourself more up for him. You keep your hands off your clit, afraid that a single touch might set everything off in this state. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groans softly, crawling closer until you feel your bent knees touching his thighs, the coarse hairs deliciously rubbing your skin. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, red at the tip and jumping slightly in the air with every labored breath he takes. He squeezes around the base and says your name like a warning. 

“What? Scared you’ll come before you’re inside me?” You tease him with a tiny moan, fully awake, and happy to push his buttons. Yet it only earns you a hand locked around your wrist, and everything in your lower belly clenches with burning heat.

Your fingers slip from your heat, making you gasp for breath. Javier leans forward on his free hand, hovering over you, but instead of that hazy, heated gaze you expect, he gives you a grin. It is boyish and hot, yet accompanied by the warm crow’s feet that you have seen develop around his eyes over the years. 

“Fix that attitude, baby, or else,” he tells you, and guides himself into you. You both trail off because of how good it feels, the bickering forgotten quickly as he buries himself inch by inch. Like a reflex, your walls clench around him from the sting of the stretch. His forehead falls against yours, his breathing ragged already. 

“Hi,” you breathe with a little laugh. You cup his face, but he turns his head to kiss your palm. He continues to your fingertips, circling in on the two that were just inside your cunt.

He takes them into his mouth. You push them slightly down onto his tongue until he groans in such a way that your veins feel like small electric currents, shocking you with desire. He stares into your eyes with heat behind them as he slips your fingers out again with a slow drag of his lips. 

“Hola, mami,” he mutters with the same awe he always has during those first few moments, wicked and wanting, “You taste so good. Taste like mine. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You moan at his praises. If he wasn’t seated so deep inside of you already, you’re sure that the mere words would have made something pull taut in your belly and pushed you closer to the edge along with it. 

“Say it again,” you beg quietly and cup his face once more to kiss him, trying to give him your most pleading voice. He starts a steady series of thrusts without being harsh, but the force behind them makes a groan rip from your throat with each one. 

“You’re beautiful,” he repeats. The lack of hesitation gives you no time to breathe because he’s so earnest that you’re back to drowning in him a moment later. He kisses you again afterwards. There’s something so delicate about how he talks right into your stuttering breath with each meeting of lips, “So beautiful when you sound like that. It makes me stupid. No other woman for me.”

Your hand slides to the back of his neck. You hold him there as he drives into you over and over again, burying his face into your neck when kissing is no longer an option because none of you can breathe properly. He says your name, your nickname, your title - his wife - into your ear. 

The first slam against your G-spot is actually by accident. It steals the breath from you both, but it makes stars appear on your eyelids. Your knees and thighs tighten around his rolling hips, and the sound that comes out of your mouth makes you happy to know that the rest of the house is empty. 

“Hold it there,” you instruct firmly, but it’s only because you think you might be so desperate that  losing that specific touch inside you would make you go mad, “Don’t stop!”

“I’m not stopping,” he promises against your ear, his voice strained. There are noises coming from him that match yours in desperation. He sounds like he needs to make them, or he’d be done for, and there’s no version of this where he leaves you with your heartbeat pounding between your legs. 

His hips push into you until everything in your body tightens like a bowstring. His weight is on you in a way that feels unbelievably masculine, the mattress giving in and letting you sink deeper than normal. You can’t even see the ceiling anymore; every inch of your vision is nothing but him. 

“Fuck,” you gasp on the brink. His chest is slick with milk and sweat, salty and sweet, his back covered in stripes because your arms hook beneath his so you can clutch at the broadness of him. Your nails dig, your moans pitch higher, “Javi.”

“I know,” he coos ever so softly despite the hard labor he is putting into this. He moans when you start to flutter around his cock, shivering beneath him just before the wave crashes. 

You turn your head because even looking at his morning stubble feels like too much. Above you, his strong upper arm hovers like temptation. You plead for him to come closer, and he answers by crushing you with his weight. 

Your nose pokes into his bicep. You think there might be a hint of his deodorant, but to your pleasant surprise, there’s nothing but the smell of him. Your body pulses with the ache of ovulation, ready to be filled to the brim but simultaneously feeling like a bottomless cup. 

“Bite,” he orders into your cheek, but it’s not with the intent of being in control but rather with concern for you, “You’re tearing at the seams, baby, I can feel it. You need to get it out. Bite.”

You close your teeth around his salty skin and groan loudly because somehow you can feel everything so much more; the thickness and heaviness of him inside of you now that he’s just grinding, taking and giving you lazy inches in a steady rhythm. His bicep twitches in your mouth, his sounds transform into something louder and deeper in his chest. 

“Come for me. I’m right here, mami, give it,” he whispers with his teeth scraping your jaw because he’s too lost in it to just kiss you. You hear his free hand release the sheets, traveling down your body until it slips beneath the small of your back. He scoops you up, sets you off with the first few slides of his lower belly against your slick clit.

It happens, and it isn’t pretty. The wave crashes overwhelmingly, and it sends you trembling off into a land of whitening pleasure, one that you will never want to lose again. You want to scream, but the flesh of his bicep is still in your mouth, so instead the noise tumbles down through your teeth and into his skin. 

He holds you through it despite the need to let go too, keeps his thrusts right where you told him to, and because you asked him to do it before, he whispers breathless praises throughout it all, “Mi amor, mi vida. Gorgeous when you come for me, bebita. So fucking stunning and gorgeous and mine.”

You ride it out beneath him, thighs shaking, milk flowing freely, your eyes shining with tears as your cunt seizes around his dick because it knows exactly what it needs. 

After a never-ending minute, your breathing switches from frantic gulps, caused by his weight preventing your lungs from fully filling up, to heavy intakes of air. 

“Look at me,” you say when you finally unclamp your teeth from his arm. There’s a mark, reddish purple and deep, and you kiss it apologetically before the two of you find each other’s gaze, “Come in me.”

“We don’t have to rush, we have all day and—“ 

“Javier,” you interrupt him, shaking your head, “Now. I need it now. It’s this time, I can feel it.”

It’s the right choice of words. He takes what he needs afterwards, speeds up his pace, and barrels towards the border of the same land of euphoria you’ve just been in. 

You lock your ankles around his calves, tipping your hips to open up even further and welcome what he gives. The gift of life, the most important thing you’ll ever have. His eyes look as honest as the day he married you; deep with longing and affection and love. 

He comes hard at your command, his whole body stiffening for a second before he melts with a hoarse groan. You feel him settling inside of you, the very base of his length right against you. He shoots warmth into you, tipping over the edge with his whole body in a way that makes his eyes grow distant. 

Your body answers him with a greedy grip around him, milking each warm drop where it needs to go. Yes, this might just be it, you think to yourself, we just made one more of us. He chuckles breathlessly like he can read your mind and agrees with what he’s found.

You don’t know how long you lie there, counting the beats of his heart against yours, but instinct tells you that everything is over when he draws in a breath to the very bottom of his lungs. You follow suit, reach up to stroke his shoulder, then up into the damp curls at the nape of his neck. Both of your bodies seem to be unaware that they’re allowed to relax again. Maybe it’s because you both know that everything is about to change again. 

Time moves differently, slower, when it’s just the two of you. You always forget that it feels like that, but it just means that it always surprises you too. Pleasantly, achingly. It’s slow as you come down, slow as he softens, and slips out of you. 

You make a noise at the loss of him. He coos like a husband, like a father who already has his newborn on his chest. Your body is in ruins, spent to the fullest, and trying to settle after the high intensity. Your thighs tremble in his presence, like they believe that his mere proximity means another push against your cervix. 

He rolls off to give you some space, adds a kiss to his comforting until you sigh instead of whimper from the sting. You don’t have a clue whether the stickiness of everything stems from milk, sweat, or come. Perhaps it is all three at once, but the conclusion is the same nonetheless; you need a shower if not to clean up then only just to soothe the ache of really great sex. It hurts a little where he’s been for the last decade, enough to make you wince but with a smile. 

“No,” he protests when you brace a hand on the mattress, so you can sit up for the first time today. He splays a hand across your belly to soothe. Your top still hangs around your waist, the straps curled around themselves, “Give the boys a minute. They just clocked in.”

You roll your eyes, but your husband just grins. It makes you laugh softly, a gush of white spilling down your inner thighs. Following it comes a familiar cramp, slowly unfolding beneath his palm until it reaches your sore hips. He breathes an ‘easy’ as if he’s taming a wild animal. 

“It’s slipping,” you tell him. 

“I got you,” he reassures. 

Gently, he folds you up by lifting your legs to your chest, and the feeling of being full starts all over. You shift slightly to tip your pelvis, and another wave of becoming aware of your muscles hits you. There’s a mix between a moan and a strangled sigh falling from your mouth, and you hook your hands under your knees to hold yourself there, 

The single stripe of sun has traveled a few inches further on the floor. Javier lets time pass, comfortable and soft enough around the edges to the point where he doesn’t need to say anything. Instead, he simply watches you with the same awestruck look in his eyes as the first time he ever tried for a baby with you. 

You make sure that your legs don’t fall back down when you reach up to cup his cheek. He kisses your hand, nudges further into your palm, and you stroke your thumb along his cheekbone. 

“Mamá of four,” he says, like it’s already true. That chat in the kitchen on Christmas morning plays in your head, the way he looked mad with baby fever. 

“Suits me,” you smile and imagine a tiny hand curled around your finger, a milk-drunk newborn breathing heavily against Javier’s bare shoulder. Instantly, you feel the prickling sensation of more milk threatening to make a mess. You groan. 

“¿Qué necesitas, mi amor (What do you need, my love)?” He asks, and you know that he’d do anything right now.

You say the first thing that comes to mind, in no state to reflect on anything deeper, “I need Connie’s lasagna from the freezer. Maybe a shower.” 

He looks at you for a moment before huffing out a chuckle, the crow’s feet back around his eyes, “Right, yeah, of course. That tracks.”

“And garlic bread,” you add without thinking. 

“It’s barely after ten,” he teases and kisses your palm again, this time repeatedly with sound effects until it’s ridiculous and you laugh, “You sure it’s what you want?” 

You catch the double meaning. The answer doesn’t wait; nothing leads to hesitation in either scenario. You smile, certain to the very core, “Yes, exactly what I want.”

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Summary: Your brothers take you and Javi out to a local bar when you're home to visit. When you run into one of your old childhood friends, Javi can't help but feel jealous

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n, established relationship)

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v (whoops), creampie, breeding kink (only in the sense that there's no way in hell Javi's pulling out I know, who is she?), semi-public sex (gettin nasty in a grimy bar bathroom), two ass slaps, drinking/alcohol consumption, Jealous Javi, lowkey Javi is a dick (again, who is she writing nothing but fluff?!)

A/N: Shoutout to @yxtkiwiyxt for more horny Javi ideas rotting my brain at all hours of the day!!! 🤠 I can't believe that there has never been a jealousy one shot for these two in the great wide world of the NTL universe, but you bet your ass that Javier Peña is a possessive man to his core and tolerates zero bullshit from any man who dares to even look at you too long 😌 poorly beta'd bc I'm horny and impatient

Can be read as a part of the It's Never Too Late series!

"Another one?"

"Are you trying to make sure I have miserable hangover tomorrow?"

"Me? Never. Just tryin' to make sure you have fun." Your brother David teased, voice oozing with sarcasm as he popped off his barstool, giving you a playful nudge for your accusation.

While you and Javi had made a few trips back to your hometown of Chicago to visit your family since your move to Laredo, most of it had either been spent at your childhood home with your entire family, or at other family events, like your cousin's wedding a few months ago.

And of course, while your brothers, Charlie and David, were a part of your family, there was a substantial difference between spending time with your whole family together, and spending time with just your brothers.

So when they had convinced you and Javi to come out with them to Rossi's, your favorite dive bar in the city, under the guise of a few drinks and time to catch up, you shouldn't have been shocked to find yourself 4 beers and two shots of whisky deep, and preparing for a much longer night ahead of you than originally anticipated.

"'Nother one for you, big guy?" Charlie asked Javi, following behind David to make their way through the hot and sweaty mess of bodies crowding behind the bar for another drink.

"And before you answer, no isn't an option." David added, sneaking up behind Javi and shaking his shoulders.

"God, you are so annoying." You sighed, rolling your eyes at your brother, jabbing your elbow into his side to keep him from wrestling Javi out of his seat, "Just do two more beers. And I swear, if you come back with another shot, I'm pouring it over your head."

The four of you laughed before your brothers disappeared into the sea of bar patrons, leaving you and Javi giggling at your table.

"Fuck, I haven't drank this much since- God, I don't even remember." Javi sighed, running his hand through his hair and down the back of his head, rubbing the dark curls at the nape of his neck.

"Me either." You replied, followed by a long, low burp and more laughter, "I think the last time I was this drunk, I was here with David and Charlie and all their friends watching the Blackhawks lose in the playoffs, but all I remember is Charlie telling me I threw up in a bush and that he had to carry me to our taxi to get home. But don't worry, I promise not to get that drunk tonight."

"Sounds good, party animal." Javi smirked, placing his hand on your thigh under the table, rubbing it back and forth along the denim of your jeans, snickering at your drunken giggles.

The two of you both reached for your drinks, finishing off the last of what was left in your beer bottles, startled when you swore you had heard your name from a voice you knew wasn't Javi's, Charlie's or David's.

"Cubby? Holy shit, is that you?!"

Setting down your drink, you swerved your head over your shoulder, jaw dropping in complete surprise to see Frankie, one of your brother's best friends you had known for as long as you could remember.

"Frankie?! Oh my god, what the fuck?! Hi!" You squealed, shooting up out of your seat to give him a hug, the alcohol already in your system perhaps making you a little more enthusiastic about your greeting you would have been otherwise.

"What the hell are you doing here?! I thought the goons said you moved to Texas after everything that happened!" Frankie asked excitedly, parting from your hug to take a step back and look at you, shocked by your presence.

"I did, but I'm here visiting for the week! Charlie and David are at the bar right now getting drinks, but they'll be back in a second! Frankie, oh my god, I'm so happy to see you!" You grinned, giving him a playful shove.

"Me too. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever! You- You look great-" He paused, trying his best to play off his comment, quickly shifting topics, "Things uh, everything's been going good for you?"

"Yeah, things have been great! How about you? Wait, we have a table right here, do you wanna sit down and catch up? Unless you're busy, I don't wanna keep you!" You offered, gesturing towards the table behind you where Javi was sitting.

"Yeah, yeah, that would be fuckin' great! I'm meetin' a few buddies here later, but I have plenty of time to catch up if you guys have some room to squeeze me in!"

While you knew there would be plenty of room for one more person at your table, even after your brothers returned, what you didn't know is that since the moment Frankie had shown up, everything about Javi's once happy and carefree demeanor had completely changed.

And not for the better.

As soon as you turned around to face Javi, you could immediately sense the shift in tension, watching his brow furrow and hand wrap tighter around the neck of the near empty beer bottle he was nursing, practically burning a hole through Frankie with the way he was staring him down.

It seemed like Frankie could immediately sense it too, looking over at you before looking back at Javi, as if to silently ask who the hell was sitting with you and your brothers, looking like he was ready to commit murder, at the very least.

"Who's uh...." Frankie paused, awkwardly laughing as he nodded at Javi, trying his best to not seem off-put by Javi's clearly uncomfortable expression.

"I'm so sorry, Frank, this is my-"

"Fiancé. Javi." Javi stated, cutting off the rest of your introduction as he stood up out of his seat, sizing up Frankie as he offered a forceful handshake.

"Fiancé? Lucky guy." Frankie replied, forcing a friendly smile as he shook Javi's hand, "Congrats, I had no idea you were engaged." He shrugged, looking back at you with a more genuine expression before awkwardly shuffling around the table to find a seat across from you and Javi.

"Thanks, we got engaged in November and the wedding's in July!" You chimed in, hoping to try and ease Javi's obvious, unwarranted hostility towards Frankie.

"Oh nice!" Frankie nodded, smiling at both you and Javi, the crinkle in his cheeks dropping at Javi's still unamused facade, "Where you guys gettin' married? Here or Texas?"

"Texas." Javi answered, short and snappy with his response.

"Frank the Tank? No fuckin' way man! What's up?!"

The three of you all seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief at David's voice, turning your head to see him and Charlie making their way back, beers in hand.

"What's up, you goons? Long time, no see!" Frankie grinned, standing up to greet your brothers with happy pats on the back.

As the three of them said their 'hello's' you stayed put next to Javi, whapping his shoulder with the back of your hand, forcing him to face the frustrated frown plastered across your expression.

"What the fuck was that for?" You whispered to him, not wanting to draw any attention from your brothers and Frankie as they caught up.

"What?" Javi asked, shrugging nonchalantly before taking another sip of his beer, setting down the empty bottle with a forceful thud.

"W-what- What the fuck do you mean, 'what'?" You frowned, quickly realizing that Javi was trying to play dumb about the clearly uncomfortable interaction he and Frankie had just been through.

Javi silently shrugged again, jaw ticking from side to side as he looked back and forth between you and Frankie before speaking again.

"Just have never heard of Frankie before today. Didn't know you'd be so excited to see someone I didn't even know existed until five minutes ago."

"I've known Frankie since I was like, six years old. He's been one of my brother's best friends for like, ever. So yes, I was excited to see him. Would you like me to disclose every other person I've ever met and not mentioned to you, too?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, feeling your scowl sink deeper into the wrinkles of your forehead.

Both groups of conversations seemed to lull at the same time, Frankie, David and Charlie all turning back towards your table to see the sour looks on both yours and Javi's faces.

"You good?" Charlie asked, handing a beer to you and then one to Javi.

"Listen, it was super nice to see all of you guys, but I don't wanna overstay my welcome or anything. I can just wait at the bar for my buddies if the four of you wanna hang out." Frankie suggested, clearly realizing he must have been the shift for the change of tone at the table.

"What, you're gonna catch up with these two idiots and leave me hanging? Seriously, please stay, we haven't hung out all together in forever!"

While Javi was able to make it subtle enough to everyone else, you could clearly tell that your invitation was the exact opposite of what he was hoping to hear.

"Only if you're-"

"Yes, I'm sure, Frankfurter, get a drink and sit your ass down!" You insisted, shooing Frankie towards the bar along with your brothers, the three of you howling over Frankie's long forgotten childhood nickname.

If he hadn't made it blatantly clear before, your avid encouragement for Frankie to join your group certainly had.

Right now, Javier Peña was one thing, and one thing only.

Jealous.

"I still can't believe you won't admit that I beat you!"

"Because you didn't!"

"I did, and you know it, David! C'mon you guys, back me up here!"

It hadn't taken much for the five of you to down a few more drinks- For four of you, you let the alcohol flowing through your veins loosen you up even more, laughing and reminiscing about your favorite shared childhood memories, teasing and taunting each other over the silly trials and tribulations of your youth.

For the other, the few beers and glasses of whisky swirling around in his stomach were nothing but a way to keep from saying (or doing) something out of spite that he'd regret.

"I'm gonna be honest with you here, Dave, I'm not gonna say that your sister's right, buuuut...." Frankie smirked, holding up his beer bottle to you, giving you a silent cheers of approval.

"See?! Told you! Thank you, Frankie, at least someone knows what they're talking about." You teased, giving David a jab in his stomach as he rolled his eyes at you.

"Dare I say, Cubby is more of a badass than either of you two clowns, but I don't know if you can handle that conversation yet." Frankie smiled, reaching across the table for a fist bump, "She's a pretty kick ass hockey player, ya know."

Javi had been so focused on picking at the waterlogged label of his beer bottle, he hadn't even noticed that Frankie was trying to talk to him, only looking in his direction after a nudge from your brother.

"Hmm?" Javi hummed, barely bothering to look in Frankie's direction to acknowledge his comment.

"I said your fiancé is a badass. Didn't know if you knew how good she was at hockey, that's all." Frankie shrugged, before taking another sip of his beer.

"Yeah, why the fuck would I not know that? She's my fiancé." Javi huffed, jaw clenching.

"Javi, seriously?" You whispered, shooting him a stern look as you had to quite literally bite your tongue to keep from causing a scene at the way he was behaving.

"Sorry, man, I- I was just givin' her a compliment." Frankie grimaced, shooting you an apologetic look from across the table.

"Yeah, I think you've made it pretty fucking clear how much you like complimenting her." Javi grumbled, just loud enough for you to hear and to having you fuming at your fiancé's enraging behavior.

You took one long, low deep breath, trying to compose yourself as the rest of the table sat in uncomfortable silence, wishing they had a chainsaw to cut through the palpable tension shrouding the air.

"Can I talk to you for a second, please?"

Javi knew just as well as you that even though you had phrased it as a question, he certainly had no choice in the matter, begrudgingly trailing behind you as you silently excused the both of you from the table.

In a stark silence, Javi followed behind you through the sea of drunken strangers that filled the bar until you reached a semi quiet hallway near the back of the building by the bathrooms.

You let out a frustrated sigh as your back bounced against the wall, using it to prop yourself as you stared at Javi, arms folded over his chest and eyes wandering in anywhere but your direction.

"What the fuck is going on, Javi? And don't bullshit me and say that you don't know what I'm talking about because you clearly do." You demanded, nostrils flaring and fists clenched.

"Like I really need to fucking say it." Javi huffed, shaking his head with a sarcastic laugh.

"You don't, because you've made it very clear, but yeah, I'd like to hear you say it."

You could feel the heat seething through your veins as Javi chewed at the inside of his lip, trying to bide whatever time he could to keep from bruising his pride.

"Wow, I really cannot believe this. You're seriously that threatened by Frankie?" You scoffed, stunned that Javi couldn't bring himself to admit it.

"I'm not fuckin' threatened by him." He spit back, eyes peeled to the ground. "He's just way too fucking comfortable with you."

"Oh, you cannot be serious. Because I've known him forever and he's a nice guy? Jesus Christ, Javi."

"I've been watching the way he's been fucking looking at you since the moment he said hello to you. How he's talking to you, acting with you, it's like- Jesus, it's like he trying to-"

"What? Like he's trying to flirt with me? Like he likes me?" You questioned, raising your voice enough to finally get Javi to look at you, letting him feel the frustration you were engulfed in.

"Yes! Jesus fucking Christ, yes!" Javi groaned back, growing more heated by the second.

"And what if he was, Javi? What if he was trying to flirt with me? Do you really in your right mind think that I would ever, EVER pick him above you?" You asked, throwing up your hands in defeat, voice trembling as you fought back tears, "So what if he was? I'm yours, Javi, and I've got the fucking ring on my finger to prove it."

You and Javi stood in silence for a moment, watching each other's chests rise and fall on beat. You swear you can see it in his eyes, the way everything about Javi seems to shift, realizing how badly he'd fucked tonight up.

Before you can get in another word, you can see Javi's eyes lock on the single stall bathroom door that's swung open at the end of the hallway, looking once at you and once again at the bathroom. You weren't even able to protest before he had grabbed you by the hand, checking once over his shoulder before ushering you inside and locking the door behind him.

As the lock clicked, you could feel the heat in your cheeks burning, and not just with anger like they were a few moments ago. The dim light of the bathroom flickered over the shadowy figure of Javi's broad body until he had your back flushed against the sink, pinning you between the porcelain and him.

"Javi, what are you-"

Suddenly, Javi had one hand cradling the back of your head, the other wrapped around your hip as he craned his neck down to let his lips collide with yours.

The angry part of you wanted to push him off you, to berate him with your frustrations until he apologized for how childishly he had behaved tonight.

Every other part of you that was so turned on by the fact Javi was so worked up, he had no other choice than to fuck you in the bathroom to prove that you were his, couldn't have cared less about it.

"You're all fucking mine, you know that?" Javi growled, his words warm against your skin, muffled between messy kisses.

"I'm all yours, Javi." You moaned, fighting to let each word escape from your lips as your mouths became frantic, colliding with tongues and teeth.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as Javi's hands slid down your sides, fingers fumbling with the button and zipper on your jeans until he the denim and your underwear pooled around your ankles.

After your jeans had dropped to the ground, his hands were back on your sides, fingertips digging into your skin as he flipped you around, your stomach pressed against the countertop, ass flushed against his hips where you could feel the strain of his cock beneath his pants.

"No one else gets to have you like this. Gets to make you feel like I do." Javi groaned, your core aching at the clanking of his belt coming undone behind you, watching his brow furrow in concentration in the reflection from the mirror in front of you, "Do they, baby?"

"N-No." You whimpered, feeling him run his tip through your folds, collecting the slick that had already begun pooling between your thighs.

"You gonna let me fuck you right here in this bathroom, hermosa? Let everyone here know that you're mine?" Javi mewled, whispering into your ear as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

"Mhmmmhh." You nodded, whining as Javi teased you with the head of his cock, prodding at your entrance, "Please."

Javi chuckled softly to himself, hearing you gasp as he filled you with every inch of him, hips pressed firmly against your ass. You could practically feel your eyes roll to the back of your head with how full he felt inside you, despite how easily you had taken him from how wet and worked up you were.

"Love this pussy so much, baby. Always so fucking wet and tight for me."

Your eyes opened as Javi began to thrust into you, startled by the already deliberate pace he was setting with each snap of his hips. Staring back at the mirror, you could see the smug smirk spreading between Javi's cheeks, knowing how quickly he could make you crumble.

Your hands shot back behind you, wrapping around Javi's stomach, trying to grab fist fulls of his shirt to brace yourself as he fucked into you. With the grip Javi had around your hips, you shouldn't have been worried about going anywhere, only about the marks that he'd leave in the pump flesh of your skin after he was finished.

"Oh fuck, Javi! Fuck, oh my godddd-" You moaned, all consumed by the feeling of his length sliding in and out of your cunt, perfectly pounding at your g-spot with every thrust.

You tried to let your head dip back, but before you could tilt it any further, one of Javi's hands had shifted, snaking up your front and wrapping around your jaw, forcing your gaze back in the mirror to meet his.

"Nuh uh, mi amor," he paused, gritting his teeth as he swore under his breath, trying to compose himself, "need to see you, Osita. Wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum and fuck you so fucking full of me, you're gonna feel me dripping out of you all night."

His words had seemed to spark something feral in the both of you, moaning his name as you backed your ass up further into him, taking everything that he had to give.

With your eyes locked in filthy glass reflection, Javi's hand slid back down your sides, smacking your ass before reaching around to your front, slotting himself between your thighs to find your clit, puffy and aching to be touched.

"Fuck, Javi! Feels so fucking good." You whined, the newfound pressure of his fingers against your clit causing the tingle building at the base of your spine to grow rapidly.

"Yeah? And who's the only one that gets to make you feel this good, baby?" Javi grunted, hips slapping against your ass, each thrust feeling harder and deeper than the last.

With the way Javi was fucking you, you felt lucky that your brain could manage to string together a coherent thought, let a lone a comprehendible sentence, your words heavy and breathless as you fought against the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm starting to creep through your body.

"You! It's- fuck- it's you Javi! Only you!" You sobbed, praying that the music and chatter of the bar was loud enough to drown out your volume.

"That's my girl." Javi devilishly grinned, feeling the way your cunt was clamping down around his cock, sensing how close you were to finishing, "Gotta cum first for me, hermosa. Fuckin' soak me before I cum so deep inside of you."

Javi began to circle your clit faster, putting just enough pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves to push you over the edge, your vision going white as your orgasm began to crash through you.

"Fuck, Javi! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck-ahhhhh!"

You could feel how instantly limp your body had gone, so drunk on pleasure, that if Javi hadn't been behind you, holding you up, you were convinced you would have collapsed over the edge of the sink you were fucking on.

You knew Javi wasn't far behind you, his thrusts becoming sloppy and frantic as he chased his own high, desperate to make good on his promise to fill you with every last drop he had to give.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, I'm- mierda- I'm close. Gonna give you everything. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to. Feels so fucking- fuck- so fucking good. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

With one last pump of his cock, Javi was spilling inside you, painting your walls with his spend, burying himself inside your cunt until he you had taken everything he had to give.

The warmth and wetness of your mixed arousal pooled where your bodies met, making a mess between your thighs as Javi began to pull out.

The both of you watched as your bodies rose and fell in the mirror, trying desperately to catch your breath in your post orgasmic haze. It wasn't long until your unhinged jaws were replaced with devious smirks, Javi grabbing you by the waist to flip him back towards him, pulling you to his chest as he kissed you.

"Damn, maybe I should make you jealous more often." You teased, biting down on your lip as you gave Javi a loving poke on his chest before reaching down to pull your pants back up your legs.

"Whatever." Javi sighed, playfully rolling his eyes at you as he did the same, looping his belt back through his jeans. He let out another deep breath, arms crossed over his chest as he looked up at you with a sheepish shrug, "I'm- fuck. I'm sorry about tonight. I was a dick."

"It's okay." You smiled, pressing up on your tiptoes to drape your arms around his neck, planting a soft kiss on his lips, "I love you. And only you. I don't think you could get rid of me, even if you tried. And I think that me letting you fuck me in this dirty ass bar bathroom proves that."

The two of you laughed, turning back to the mirror to readjust the sweaty mats of tangled hair and crinkled clothes in hopes of avoiding any suspicions when you made your way back to the table.

"I know. Still shouldn't have been an asshole about it." He shrugged, stepping behind you so that his chest was pressed against your back and arms were draped across your front, his mustache tickling your neck as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "This was fucking hot, though."

"It was. Feel sorry for the next person who has to use this bathroom." You grimaced, hoping that you hadn't managed to leave a trace of the ways you had further disrespected the dingy restroom.

"You wanna head out first, or should I?" Javi asked, rocking you back and forth in his grasp, swaying you just enough to make you burst out into giggles.

"It's so late and I'm sure everyone here is hammered, we probably just could sneak out at the same time and no one would notice." You suggested, still drunk enough to not care enough about a proper escape plan.

After one last kiss and smack of your ass, Javi quickly cracked open the door, doing one swift scan before giving you the nod to note the coast was clear.

Javi grabbed you by the hand, looking back at you with a stupid smirk as the two of you left the bathroom, unsuspecting and assuming that you'd be able to make it down the hallway without any run ins.

Unfortunately, Javi hadn't noticed the body across the bar, making a B-line to the bathroom through the drunken crowd towards the bathrooms after his half-assed check.

Before any of you could process it, Javi collided with the other person, both people grunting and stumbling backwards, mumbling apologies as they collected themselves, until they locked eyes.

"Oh, uh- Sorry. Didn't uh- Didn't see you guys coming." Frankie stammered, looking back and forth between you and Javi and the bathroom you had just emerged from, quickly piecing the puzzle before him together.

"All good. See you, uh- see you back at the table." Javi winced, trying his best to keep from laughing as both your cheeks began to turn a bright shade of pink as you slid past Frankie.

"Looks like you may not end up being the only jealous one tonight, Jav."

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[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂

Father in law!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: Your soon to be husband leaves you at the alter, but you should have guessed since the practice seemed to run in the family. It’s hard to be upset however, when his father comes to repent for not only his own but his son’s wrong doings. Aka fiancé’s dad Javi fucking you in your wedding dress after his son ditches you at the altar.

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. Minimal editing, unspecified but thicc and legal age gap, infidelity, daddy kink, heavy breeding kink, insane dirty talk, toxic father son relationship, reader is delulu, praise kink, petnames, sex in front of a mirror, veil pulling??, a few spanks, creampie, Javi fucks you into the mattress, unprotected P in V [don’t do it!!]. Let me know if I missed anything 🫶.

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Literally just porn without plot, lotsa fucking, I want father in law Javi. Minimally edited lmao I just banged this out Can’t wait for you to read it!! Hope you enjoy, nasties! Mwah!

Masterlist

You rich and I'm wishin', um

You could be my mister, yum

Delicious to the maximum

Chew you up like bubble gum

You love me, he wants me

I think I want you too

Best day of your life- yeah, what a fucking joke. But what were you expecting? Ditching people at the altar seemed to run in the family. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a harsh assessment of the Peñas, especially Peña senior, who, despite all you had heard of him from your ex fiance, had always shown you kindness. 

The thing is, it becomes really fucking hard to be charitable to a family when their son humiliates you infront of the entirety of Texas. Leaves you high and dry on the steps of the biggest church in town in your great grandmother’s silk dress. It becomes even harder when you learn his mother had been in on it all along, sparing you not even a little apology, or a comforting embrace after her son's little getaway plan had been revealed. 

Instead of extending you a supporting hand, she ran away to make sure her baby boy was okay, and that this entire ordeal hadn’t taken a toll on his emotional and psychological well being. 

How thoughtful. 

Of course, you were the pathetic one– unable to look anyone in the eye, sobbing on your fathers shoulder till you couldn’t breathe any longer. So distraught and unwell even getting out of your wedding attire seemed impossible. It only made you feel even more pathetic. At some point you ended up curling up in your hotel bed, still in the “happiest day of your life” outfit, and pleading for some time alone from your friends and family to wallow in your own suffering. 

You would eat your feelings in the from of the apology chocolates the hotel had complimented for you, but you couldn’t manage to even do that without feeling like a total fucking looser. 

After all that had transpired, and after years of hearing nothing but sour things about your soon to be father in law, safe to say you were surprised to see him at your hotel room door at midnight as the ambassador the family seemingly sent to smooth things over. 

For it being only your second time meeting the man, this was far from the most opportune scenario. In fact, him showing up all sorrowful and apologetic for his shitty excuse of a son, in his navy blue suit and loose tie, made your already pathetic day all the more difficult to get through. 

Your whole relationship you had blamed every fault of your boyfriend on his absent, detached father. You’d heard plenty about the lack of childhood visits, quality time, and playing soccer that had plagued your partner’s life, and had found it quite easy and comforting to pile on every relationship problem you ever came across as the consequence of Javier Peña’s lack of responsibility and good parenting. 

What you didn’t expect, was to find that Javi Peña was a whole lot more normal and level headed than you anticipated. He was just a guy trying to make a good living and provide for his family. Sure, he was a little bit reserved, but he was only ever warm and sweet and even quite chatty with you. To be frank, you should have seen your boyfriend’s shitty behavior as a consequence of his insufferable mother from a mile away. God knew you weren’t expecting Peña Sr. to be the better of your two soon to be in laws. 

That being said, you would have never expected to be on your hands and knees, on what was supposed to be your marital bed, being pounded from behind by your ex soon to be father in-law. 

Because that's where you are now, eyes rolling to the back of your head thanks to the most intense pleasure you've ever felt. The drag of Javis cock against your walls has been building a steady heat in your belly, the stretch of him so perfect and delicious it has you pushing your hips back to meet his every thrust. 

Any other day a man like him wouldn’t have needed much to woo you– with his cut jaw, handsome features and those chocolate brown eyes you wished his son had inherited. Safe to say on a day like this one it took even less, just a few rubs on your back, a hand smoothing over your head and trailing down your waist, a few “pretty girls” and “poor things” and some fucking sympathy from someone from your boyfriends sorry family. 

Fucking pathetic. 

But Javier knows his son is pathetic, knows he is a good for nothing moron who doesn't even know what he was losing out on when he walked out on you.

“He’s a fuckin fool- look at this tight little pussy, squeezin’ me so fuckin good. Bet he didn’t fuck ya like this, huh baby? Didn’t make ya cum over and over, make ya scream… stupid fuckin boy..” Javier’s grip on your hips tightens on hearing your moan, and he curses under his breath when your pussy flutters around his cock. 

Your legs are threatening to give out under you, your knees tender from how long you've been leaning on them. Javier’s hand moves to grip the fabric of your veil, using it to pull your head back and make you face the mirror that's been teasing you all evening. “Look- Look at ya- fuckin cryin’ on my cock. ‘S the only reason ya’ shoulda’ be cryin’ in this pretty dress..” With drooping eyes you're faced with your own reflection– stains from your mascara running down your face now less thanks to the sorry of the afternoon and more thanks to the way Javi’s cock has been nudging your sweetspot. 

You watch your tits spill out of your beautiful silk dress, the fabric now disheveled and a far cry from the sophisticated, simplistic garment it once was. You can barely recognise it, but then again you can barely recognise your own reflection. “Look at that pretty little body- fuckin made for me.” 

“Yours-” you cut yourself off with a gasp, Javi’s hands squeeze your hips and your cheeks set ablaze at the way he looks at you when you catch it in the mirror. The whole sight is so debauched and depraved– you on your hands and knees for a man who could easily be mistaken for your father. But somehow it's even dirtier- the possibility of your ex finding out sends you into overdrive. 

The silk of your dress brushes against your hot skin, flipped lewdly up to reveal your bare ass, bunched at the waist, the straps drooping and threatening to fall. Javi pulls the zip down even further, watching as it hangs off your body, draped like fabric from a 15th century painting. 

Javi’s voice calls your attention back to the present moment, lewd words showing you he doesn't hold back the way his son does. “Gonna fill this tight little cunt up..” The stretch is so delicious between your legs, you feel the steady throb continue to tighten the coil inside you and you can’t help but moan. “Yeah, you want that? Want daddy to put a baby in you?” the thought makes you shiver, that name makes you shiver, has your cunt clenching around his cock. What an image- you, belly round with your father in laws child, well, your ex father in law. Unlike his son you were sure he would be the perfect husband, would bend you over ever surface in your picket fence house and fuck you just like he’s doing now. 

Deep, and hard and fast, just like you need it. Just like you've always needed it.. 

“Please daddy, want your babies, wanna be yours…” Your voice is so broken and wrecked you're afraid he can’t understand what you're even saying. To be honest you can’t be bothered much, it feels so good, his thick, hard cock feels so good pounding between your thighs there's little else you can keep your mind on. 

“Yeah? you like that sweetheart? we can play house..” you nod your head and his hand tightens its grip around your veil, exaggerating your movements, bending you to his will. “Wanna play house with daddy? can be my pretty little wife” you fist the sheets, pushing back against him with his every thrust. You do want that, you’ve always wanted that. And what better person to do it with. Sure, his wife always complained about how he was never around, but that's looking a lot more like a her problem– especially with the way Javi’s tip continues to kiss your sweet spot. 

“Yes daddy, please..”  

Javier lets go of your veil, and pushes his palm between your shoulder blades, forcing you down into the mattress till your cheek is pressed against the warm, fluffy duvet. One hand keeps you there, the other lands a quick spank to your ass and kneads at the flesh with a newfound desperation. “Won't be able to even say his goddamn name after I'm done with ya. Stupid boy doesnt know how to treat a pretty thing like you– so sweet, so gorgeous, so fucking smart. Too fucking good for him.” 

With your lips parted and breathing heavy you drool onto the covers, letting Javi pound you into the mattress and overshadow every other thought that dared cross your head earlier in the day. If his plan is to make you forget about anything that isn't him, it sure is working. You don't think you’d even want to sound out his incompetent son’s name after he’s done with you. 

As if he can read your mind his voice calls from behind you. “Want ya to be drippin with me.” the wet schick of his cock fucking into your tight, wet, hole reminds you of just how needy you are for him, and the prospect of having him dripping out of you– down your thighs, between your legs, leaving you all messy for him to come back and do it all over again, drives you absolutely insane. 

“He’s fuckin useless, just like his ma. But look at you, so fucking tight ‘round me, making all those pretty sounds, she fuckin’ wishes she was you.” His words have your cunt squeezing around his cock, and a lewd, pornographic moan slipping past your lips. “My girl’s gonna be the perfect lil’ mamma, aren’t ya, so fuckin’ pretty.” You would certainly like that- in fact you’re almost surprised with how appealing it sounds to you. 

“Gonna be perfect for you daddy, only for you.” your dress rides up even further, the front slipping further down. 

“Thats my fucking girl.” That growl of his sends shivers down your spine– possessive, and confident and dripping like honey from his lips. It was almost like it could send you over the edge by itself. The lewd creaking of the bedframe fills the room, the sound of skin on skin driving you wild. The way he handles you– firm and deft but gentle and passionate, it's nothing like his son. 

He’s nothing like his son. 

“Yeah, bet it feels good don’t it, bein’ fucked by a real man? Feel daddy so deep in ya? Nothin ever been that deep before, huh..” You shake your head ‘no’ and he coos at how pathetic you must sound, barely able to make a coherent sound, forget string together a whole sentence. 

“Make me go fuckin’ crazy, babygirl.” 

What he says is fucking filthy, there’s no denying, no justifying it. It makes you squirm, makes you even wetter, makes you want him even more. 

“Think you wanna go back to him? With daddy’s cum drippin between those pretty thighs, show him how a real man treats his girl?” 

“Gonna make ya beg him to stay, gonna talk some sense into him, just so daddy can have ya all to himself, ain't that right? You gonna sneak into daddy’s room in the middle of the night? All wet an’ achy? Beggin’ daddy to fuck ya how ya need?” 

“Wanna run away with me baby, live in a perfect little house, let daddy give ya his babies, fuck ya full’ve my cum every single night?” 

His hands roam your body, smoothing over your hips, reaching forward to squeeze at your breasts, pinching and kneading the flesh. He bends down to trail light kisses along your spine and the feeling is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your head twists side to side against the sheets as you squirm, each sensation like it's heightened to the maximum, the heaviness and the throb between your thighs at an all time high. 

You know you're close, you can’t hold it off much longer. Your cunt squeezes and your toes curl. You also know Javi won't last, you can feel him pulse against your swollen walls, can feel the way he desperately thrusts into you, pushes you further down against the mattress, grips your skin with that renewed fervor, with the desperation of doing anything to hold on to the incredible sensation. 

“Come for me, babygirl, come for daddy, show daddy how much ya needed this, show daddy how bad ya need his cock.” 

Your legs part even further under you, if that's even physically possible, your entire upper body being smashed into the mattress. You call out Javi’s name, followed by a string of desperate, strained, whiny daddy daddy daddy’s. 

With a strangled moan that's partially muffled by the covers you come undone, your head spins and your heart pounds in your chest, you feel yourself gush and clamp down around his cock. You feel Javi’s hips stutter behind you and his cock throb against your wet walls. The feeling only prologues and intensifies your orgasm, your body going slack and eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Please daddy, need your cum, please, give it to me..” 

Javi’s groans catch your attention as you come down from your high, still reeling from the aftershocks when you feel his cock twitch inside you and paint your walls with his hot spend. Your words are strained and slurred, but they clearly get the job done. You shiver and press your ass back against him to meet his stuttery, sloppy thrusts, and bite your lip when you feel him tighten his grip on your hip, feel him land a final spank to your ass for good measure as he slows down. 

You keep your ass in the air, face still pressed against the mattress as Javi pulls out. You hear him mutter a few strained curses under his breath as he does, and catch him looking between your legs to see his spend obscenely leak out of your used hole. He reaches his fingers to rub against your messy folds and you whine, feel him gather up your juices and push them back inside your cunt in a way that has you almost cumming right there again. 

Your dress is still pooled at your waist and he unzips it entirely, sneaking his hands under your thighs and flipping you over and yanking you towards him. 

“You really want daddy’s babies?” Your head falls back against the bed when you feel his hand cup your cunt, rub your messy, swollen folds with the calloused tips of his fingers. You barely manage to nod. 

“Then I ain’t done with ya yet pretty girl.” You tilt your chin to catch his gaze, now in nothing but your stupid little wedding veil. You’re not sure about the best day of your life, but this sure as hell contends for one of the best nights. 

You can be my daddy tonight-night-night

I'm neon phosphorescent

Open like a Christmas present, oh

You can be my daddy tonight-night-night

If you're seeking heaven

Then you wanna come and get it alright

Be my daddy tonight

What's up what's up

What's up what's up

Be my daddy be my daddy

Be my daddy be my, be my daddy tonight

AHHHHH feel like I’m going to hell for this one. Thanks so much for reading!! Please please please let me know what you think. I’d love to know your thoughts!!! Thank you to everyone who engages with my work, you keep me writing!! 💗🐝

[amorwrld]

a part of you - javier peña.

-> summary: javi has grown obsessed with the small gold chains around your neck, and after a difficult mission, you tend to him and his wounds…

-> word count: 2k! small javi fic for the javier peñazo girlies! ❤︎

-> (tags and warnings): uses of y/n, some minor violence, uses of faint language, cigarettes, guns and alcohol, javi blindly in love with you. if i missed any let me know! pls reblog, and give us author’s feedback! ❤︎

-> (credits): all pictures from pinterest!

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the extreme heat and humidity always made it harder on the job. more sweat, more work, more missions. it seemed like a constant routine, the same war, never-ending. but tonight was a quiet night, until the storm hit. a sudden hit came through the radio, and you heard the commotion of everyone gearing up and heading out onto the rainy streets. but your job was to stay still, sit quietly, and be anxious as you gave orders to the agents, ensuring their safety. 

the negotiator. 

your job wasn't easy. you only accepted those hits that had liable evidence and were true, not a farce that would jeopardize your agent's safety. you had to pick wisely, plan quickly and effectively, write the reports, the time stamps, all with jittery hands and sweat running down your body. 

thankfully, tonight resulted in a win, being able to seize valuable drugs and evidence that would later lead to a court case, catching one of escobars hitmen and their minions. it wasn't easy, a few officers and agents ended up injured but with small battle scars, those including javier peña, your boss. 

you undeniably handsome, very hot, sexy, and strong boss. 

he walked in dripping, his shirt clinging onto his skin for dear life, all those rigid lines and veins running down his arms, his slightly defined abdomen, his biceps, and the infamous tight pants. how was it possible he could look this hot after a mission? you looked away before the hot cells convulsed in you, you took a sip of water, and began organizing paperwork and finishing reports. 

you and javi began working together just a little over a year ago. the quick introduction was interrupted by an emergency call, only having time for the basic names and handshake, followed by the "pleasure to meet you”. you knew a small part of javier’s background in colombia, so it wasn’t a shock to you when the rumors began circulating about the two of you. 

there’s was… tension? a strong tension every time or anywhere the two of you stepped into a room. your bodies becoming hot and sweaty, your body language giving all the clear signs away. the sway of your bodies, shifting your weight from one side to another. javier had a way of making you hot and bothered, but there’s was nothing you could do about it because he was your boss. 

javier quickly scanned the whole office, looking for one person and one person only. you. y/n y/l/n. every mission he went to, in town or out of town, he needed to know you were here. waiting for him, safe and sound. he was absolutely infatuated by you. by your manners, your honesty, the loyalty, the courageous spirit, never leaving no matter what you went through. 

sure, maybe he knew he would be doing too much, but how could he resist you? every time you spoke it was rushed and mumbled, he never got to know you, all he knew was the way you liked your coffee, your lunch and dinner orders from the colombian restaurant near the embassy, how you played with your hair when you were nervous, wearing an all black outfit on tuesdays, and your favorite radio station that aired exactly at 3;27pm. 

over the weeks he noticed how you would switch up your style and jewelry, and his recent fascination and obsession was your necklace stack. the small chains adorning around your neck, blinking and shining against any light. how your finger would run across every now and then to ensure they were there, to fidget when you were completely focused. 

he had these thoughts, sinful thoughts he wasn’t proud of. sinful and dirty thoughts that almost made him do something, to test the waters to see if maybe you felt what he felt. the pull getting stronger and stronger when you were both near each other. he wanted to call out for you, but he would never ever want to jeopardize your career or his. again. 

it was painful enough the first time a hand, but he refused to ever put you in a life or death position. javier knew exactly how hard you had worked to get here, to earn the traditional male position, so if keeping his dirty secret away was how he would protect you from all wrong, he would go down in the grave with it. 

but today, after the close call he had, he didn’t care anymore, javi was willing to break a small rule he promised himself. 

“y/n? i need to talk to you,” javier sighed, rolling back one of his hands into the air, still trying to fix himself up. his hair was messy, eyes more brown than usual, a tiny gash just below his temple and in the corner of his mouth, reopened wounds from his knuckles, covered with dust and dirt even though he was still soaked. 

you followed behind him, carrying your journal and pen in case he gave you information for you to follow and lead onto. the bang in your chest never left, growing rapidly by the second as you timed your eyes in his figure. he had changed into clean clothing, still looking rough with his injuries. “what can i help you with agent peña? has the ambassador given you or the team any news?” you questioned him sitting across him. 

“what day is it today?” javi crinkled his brows in a thinking manner, watching the face you pull as you spoke, “it’s tuesday.” you couldn’t hide the curiosity and need in your voice. “what’s relevant about today?” you crossed your legs javi walking around the room with his finger pressed against his lips. 

“every tuesday that has passed since you arrived, you always wear black, but today? you’re wearing a white wife-beater and these tan cargo pants…” 

“how did you notice that?” 

“i notice the small things,” javi shrugs, taking a seat on his chair, a huff escaping his lips as he brings two fingers to pinch the middle of his brows. “you say it like it means nothing javi,” you reprimanded, walking towards him. “does it mean something to you?” javi looked at you with a serious look. 

“you can't expect it not to mean anything, especially when it's about little things,” you spoke, walking slowly and closer to him. you noticed the shift up in his posture, his demeanor more intrigued, an exciting yet slow burn growing in his chest awaiting your next movements. no one else but you and he were here. and javier was more then ready to see how far you were willing to go. “does me noticing the new set of necklaces you changed as small things?” his voice went deep and groggy, your thighs begging to clench but you wanted to put this show on for him. 

fuck the rules. fuck that he’s your boss. fuck that you were his employee. 

his eyes never leave you, watching your every move, from how you picked up the first aid kit, wetting a cloth, and grabbed the whiskey bottle underneath his desk. “open.” you directed to his lips, slightly pushing in a cigarette into his lips, doing the favor of lighting it up. javi intaked a deep breath, your eyes connecting as you slowly took a seat onto his lap. 

was this just entertaining? or could he also feel the excitement? the tension?

he couldn’t stop staring at the three necklaces, a small chain with your initial, a medium one with a gold cross, and a slightly larger one that had a rose. he couldn’t stop thinking how they would look as your ride him, pulling one with just enough pressure to guide his lips onto yours, how they would sit as your lips locked around his tip. dirty, dirty, dirty, images. 

his face flinched with pain, loving and hating the feeling. you were being gentle to not hurt him more then he already was. stroking his skin to clean away the dry blood and dust, uncovering just how much the damage was, gently applying to butterfly bandaids where he had the small gash under his brow. 

his hands slowly ran against your clothed thighs, notcign the shift in your breathing as he sat up and brought them closer towards your ass. “tell me the small things you notice about me cariño,” javi whispered, you were sure that javi could’ve heard just how loud your pulse was. you chuckled, putting away some tools and ointments you no longer needed, solely focus on closing the wounds and disinfecting them. 

“you drink black coffee with specifically two pink packets of sugar, you hate the smell of cinnamon but love citrious foods, the tiniest dimple appears on your right cheek when you smile, you wear suits only when there are meetings in the embassy or going out the city, you hate when anyone touches what is yours and only yours…” your eyes look down on him, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he listens. 

“i fucking hate it when the tech guy talks to you, makes you laugh, compliments this pretty face, gets to treat you to your lunch. i fucking hate it. anytime i see him i have to fight the urge to push him off of you, stop myself from beating my fist into his face. you’re right, y/n, i do hate when people touch what's mine… what about you?” his voice drops to a possessive tone, eyes slightly squinting. 

“what’s mine is mine, and no one else's,” you state, your left hand dragging up his chest, his skin rising with goosebumps as you reach the nape of his neck, your fingers tangling with his curls to push his head back. your face inches closer with javi’s, his eyes switching from looking at your necklaces and lips, not knowing exactly where to look. as your lips almost touch, you whisper softly, “but i’m not yours javi…”

you push yourself off from him, standing up with wobbly legs, your eyes never leaving as you take a swig of the whiskey. javi looks stunned, still dazed by you, about what you said, how you took care of him. he watches you turn around your steps slowly, he follows behind you gently grabbing the middle of your arm to face him, pushing you against the wall. “you have no idea what you do to me…” javi confessed. 

“show me what i do to you,” you said, surprising yourself. there was no longer any professionalism, no more shyness. javi pulls you closer with his two fingers interlocked on one of your necklaces. you closed your eyes, feeling your foreheads touch together, smelling his musky sweat scent, feeling the imprint in his tight jeans. 

your back hits the wall once again, javi running his hands along your sides as you mess and tussle with his hair. there was more than just neediness in this kiss. the long enough built-in tension was making it up now, his lips moved perfectly and messily with yours, tasting his minty scent. javi was a starved man, and he couldn't have enough of you. he was so obsessed with how you kissed, tugged his hair, showing more of this sexy yet innocent side. 

“so fuckin sweet baby,” he loved to hear the small whimpers and moans that escaped just from kissing. he wanted to hear and see more. feel you properly, treat you properly. his tongue danced with yours, javier letting out a strong groan that had you trembling further, gripping onto him tighter. you desired more and more. 

a tiny string of saliva pulled as you drew away from him, your feet properly back onto the ground after you had been tippytoeing. javi tried to catch his breath, his lips pink and barely swollen just from kissing. his thumb played with your charm initial, thinking about how his “j” would look around your neck. showing everyone that you were his and only javi’s.

“you're mine now…”

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[promisingyounglady]

accident. | JP x Reader

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Wife!Reader

SYNOPSIS: we all make accidents. javier forgetting to pick you up at the train station was an accident. you forgetting to bring an umbrella was an accident. throwing a knife at your husband? you’re going to have prove that one was an accident to him.

WC: 3.6k

WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, mentions of weapons and knives, reader throws a knife at javier *just read you’ll find out*, implied age gap, established relationship, javier is a bit older than reader, domestic au, slight dom!javi, mentions of food and cooking, profanity, bratty!reader, reader is mean but javier can be meaner, floor sex, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, handcuffs, cum eating, brief oral (f recieving), slight non-con, rough sex, praise, degradation, post-sex sweetness, not proofread.

AUTHORS NOTE: obsessed and mentally ill. so here’s slightly dom!javi with a ton of angst

A headache ensues in Javier’s mind.

He tries to combat it with the clouds of smoke rising through the air, the comfortable scent of tobacco and cigarettes filling his nose as he takes a drag from the stick perched in between his blistered fingers, this inhale, longer than the last.

Today had been shit. It really had. All day he had been cooped up in the office with stacks of paperwork almost taller than himself, tossed onto him and Murphy's desk by the higher ups, a high demand for deadlines with their patience being low.

Javier had been sitting in his office for almost seven hours straight, looking at papers with tiny writing and filing reports with pen until sensitive pink blisters formed around a hand that should’ve been driving and carrying a gun today, out in the field on a mission another team had instead been tasked with.

He’s getting old for this stuff, and he knows its true when he feels a strain in his back from shifting in his seat.

Maybe that’s why they shoved the paperwork in the old man’s hands.

Javier leans forward, grabbing his almost empty pack of cigarettes from his desk, deciding a fourth one was necessary for tonight.

“Javier,” a voice calls for him, looking up when he sees the new secretary holding the phone facing her chest. “You’ve got a call”

“From who” he says gruffly, brows furrowed. He lights the cigarette with his lighter, tossing it onto his desk and taking another puff.

“It’s your wife,” The secretary states. “she’s asking what you want for dinner.”

Javier stops in the middle of flicking the ashes, letting the cigarette sit warm in his fingers when he turns his head so he could see her correctly.

Your sweet voice calls out through the receiver, a chill running down Javier's spine when he makes out that it really is you.

“Yeah, Sherry, it’s fine if he’s busy, just let him know I called. Tell him dinner’ll be late tonight, at around 10.” you piped up sweetly, saying goodbye to your husband's secretary before hanging up the call.

She leaves after telling him what he already heard, but Javier is quick to immediately put out the burning cigarette and quickly grab his coat, making his way out the office.

“Peña, Where are you going? We only got a few more stacks left” Murphy calls out, hair in a mess from the many stressful tugs and his own cigarette nestled in between his fingers.

“my wife.” Javier replies, suddenly not liking the bitter taste in his mouth.

“It’s raining outside, you’re gonna get drenched” the blonde tells him, shaking his head as he took a drag from his own cancer stick.

Javier stops in his tracks, looking outside the window to see his partner was right. It was pouring out there, hardly able to even make out the cars in the parking lot.

Him getting wet was the least of his worries. It was you, he was thinking of.

“Fucking hell.”

_

You set the receiver down on the living room table. The ticking of the clock resonating in the silent house before a sigh finally escaping your lips.

Droplets of rain water cloud your vision, cheeks pink from the cold as water dripped onto your wooden floorboards.

Fists clench and unclench around the handle of the umbrella given to you by an old lady at the train station.

“A girl like yourself shouldn’t be alone in the rain, mija” she insisted, letting you take her frilly umbrella as her son would pick her up shortly.

Javier was supposed to pick you up too.

But after forty minutes of standing out in the rainy weather under a flimsy roof as you waited for his truck to pick you up, you disappointedly caught a taxi and drove home by yourself

You were returning from your visit to your sick grandmother. You were her only granddaughter who she called the week prior, telling you how she missed you and wanted you to visit.

Javier insisted you went, not wanting to hold you back and assured he would come to pick you up at the station after the weekend spent with her.

What a fucking liar, you thought to yourself.

You quickly undressed your wet clothes, the outcome of having to have walked in rain to find an available taxi this evening.

You're curious to see the look on Javier’s face when you make him beg on his knees and ask for forgiveness. Maybe you wouldn’t even kiss him tonight, thinking in silence as you prepared for dinner.

You definitely weren’t trying to think about what an excellent opportunity this was to be a brat.

—

Javier parks into his quiet drive way exactly thirty minutes before 10. That’s thirty minutes of trying to get on your good graces and pray that he wouldn’t be sleeping outside tonight.

When he opens the door to the house, his heart beats fast. Prepared to see you ready to lash out at him, he’s instead surprised with the aromas of spices and your homemade cooking wafting to his nose, unconsciously realizing that he skipped lunch today from how caught up he was with work.

Picking up your wet jacket from the floor, Javier slots his keys and sunglasses in the bowl by the entrance, hanging his own jacket as well before he makes his way quietly to the glowing kitchen.

The stovepot is on a low boil, and he sees you in a long t-shirt, one that you made sure wasn’t his. Your hair is damp, probably from a shower as you swiftly work your hands away in prepping the vegetables.

Javier mumbles quietly in a gruff voice. “You, uh, left your coat on the floor.”

Thwack.

An aggressive chop at the carrots replaces your words, each cut piercing louder like a gunshot ringing in his ears.

“Hermosa, I am so sorry.“ Javier begins sighing because he knows he fucked up real bad this time.

Thwack. You moved onto the chicken meat.

“There’s no excuse baby, I wasn’t keeping track after being cooped up in the office today.” he sighs, brows furrowing as big brown eyes stared into your back.

Thwack. Thwack.

The DEA agent flinches at the sound of the raw chicken being butchered by your swift, angry hands. You’re not facing Javier directly and yet he can already see your glaring eyes. He sighs, not wanting to fight you. He tries to lighten the mood, voice soft as he comments.

“Qué te ha hecho ese pobre pollo”

You don’t reply, let alone acknowledge your husband, continuing to brutally dice the chicken on the cutting board before turning around to wash your hands.

Javier watches you swiftly work in your kitchen, feeling sorry as he still watches you prepare dinner for the two of you after such a long train ride.

He moves forward, rolling his sleeves as he tries to help you . “Querida, I’ll help with the pot-”

The clang of the knife hitting the cutting board echoes in the kitchen, finally looking up to face your husband. Javier leans back, resting against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gun holsters unremoved after coming home.

You try to ignore how tired he genuinely looks, reminding yourself you were just the same when standing all alone for that one hour.

“Y’know what Javier?” You begin, eyes watering and nose twitching in anger. Javier stays silent, staring at you with sincerity.

“Fuck you” you spit, pointing an accusing finger at the man. “fuck you and your fucking DEA work, Javier”

“Mi-”

“I had to wait forty minutes outside in rainy weather, trying to see if every car passing by would be yours.” you said, voice breaking towards the end. You felt uncomfortable waiting by yourself.

Javier shuts his eyes, forehead wrinkling as he tries to calm you down. He draws your name out in a firm but gentle tone.

You ignore him, replacing his words with your attitude. “You always do this!” you exclaim, voice rising.

“Leaving your wife and family second while you think it’s cool to go and chase criminals while risking your goddamn life.” You mutter, glaring at your husband.

“I didn’t want to leave you at the station all alone, honey. I’ve been sitting at my desk since afternoon drowning in paperwork the higher-ups dumped on us” he presses, eyes sincere but patience wearing thin.

You scoff, shaking your head. “So even stupid paperwork makes you forget your wife.”

Javier pinches his nose bridge, his head pounding as he tries to communicate with you.

You go back to cutting your vegetables, mumbling under your breath. “Who the fuck in Bogotá is giving you credit for slaving away all day trying to catch Escobar, hm?”

The words pierce through Javier’s heart.

Your eyes light up in fake sarcasm. “Oh, I bet it’s the fact that you’re too busy being a fucking doormat to all the younger agents at work aren’t you? What, Murphy said he can’t do his share of the work so he gave you his leftovers?” You spit.

“Hey," Javier snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."

Anger gets the best of you as you turn to the cutting board. Grabbing the first thing you saw.

A carrot piece shoots in his way. Javier flinches, the food hitting his chest. Your husband stands there, stunned at his wife’s childish behavior.

“Go fuck yourself, Peña” you say menacingly.

“We don’t throw food in this house, mama” he barks, hands on the hips of his belt, gun and badge tucked in his back. He would never use them on you.

A celery stick slaps Javier in the face this time, making his patience hanging on by a thread even thinner.

Maybe he could whip out the handcuffs.

“Dont you fucking call me that!” you said spitefully, throwing anything and everything you could at the man who dodged your attacks.

“Querida!” Javier raises his voice at you, a growl in his words.

You felt the cold, hard material in your hands for a split second before you’re throwing it at him, almost wondering yourself why you were getting so angry at Javier.

You didn’t want to fight this bad, but at the same time you were sick of watching him work himself to death, forgetting about you. This wasn’t the first time he did something like this.

But you already crossed that line. You both stand in silence, holding your breath as you realized what you threw.

Now it was your turn to fuck things up.

Javier’s lip snarls and his mustache is in a scary frown when he shifts his head.

Only a few inches beside his face lands a dull potato knife, wedged in the kitchen cupboards above. It wouldn’t have worked on anything since it was unsharpened and unused, but the tremendous force you had thrown it with allowed it to have been lodged in the wood.

You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth.

You both watch Javier slowly raise his hand, pulling the knife inches beside his head with ease before tossing it into the sink. The clatter of the metal blade hitting the sink rings in the kitchen. A swarm of guilt fills your chest as you stand still in fear.

“Javi… I-I’m so sorry” you say, heart beating against your chest, cautiously awaiting a reaction from him.

Javier dusts off the carrot peels on his shoulder, watching as his jaw tenses but shoulders relax.

“Come here.” he all but says quietly. You see Javier reaching for his back pocket, taking out his gun and badge and placing it on the counter.

That wasn’t what scared you.

What scared you was then seeing Javier pull out the silver handcuffs lodged in his back pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight of him playing around with them.

“Javi, I’ll go get the-“

“Come. Here.” Javier cuts you off, staring at you with dark eyes.

You swiftly shake your head, refusing to go. “It was an accident!” You exclaimed, dashing out the kitchen as you tried to escape Javier who was hot on your heels.

“Honey.” he says in a not so endearing way, a warning edge to his voice.

Tears littered your cheeks, knowing that you pushed Javier’s limits and that he would really punish you for how bratty you had been tonight.

You gasp, running up the stairs before strong arms encaged your frame, desperately trying to escape before shrieking in surprise as Javier hoisted you over his shoulder, a loud and painful smack being brought down to your ass by his strong hands. You grimaced, helplessly being brought to the kitchen in swift strides.

”It was an accident, I’m sorry, I was just so angry!” You wailed, groaning as your back hit the carpeted floors of your living room. Your vision was hazy, the dizziness getting to you as you saw Javier leave the room into the kitchen, and come back a few moments later. This time, he was unbuttoning his shirt, his forest of chest hair and strong muscles peeking through.

Javier took a deep breath, eying the way your t-shirt had hiked all the way up so your panties were showing. Your hair spread around your head like a halo, and he noticed how you clenched your thighs together in vulnerability.

“Some accidents need to be punished, baby” he muttered darkly.

You sobbed softly, nose red as you turned your head to the side, looking away from Javi’s menacing look. He didn’t mind, he knew once he was done messing with you, you would be clawing at his chest, begging him to fuck you properly while looking into his eyes. Javier leans down at your level, crawling on your body so he was on top and you were trapped on the bottom. He rips your t-shirt off of you, leaving you in your bare state with panties flimsy enough he could rip them with his teeth. Not today though, he had other things in mind.

He coos at your weak state, dropping his head so he could press a kiss to your sensitive neck, giving a small nip that made you yelp. Two large hands come to play with your nipples, pulling each one hard in between his fingers as you moaned hysterically.

“What did I say about being fucking mean?” He says roughly. He inhales your scent, smelling a sweet sense of fear.

“Carino,” a warm voice calls out, you can feel the grin spreading on Javier’s face. You cry in a mix of pain and pleasure when he flips you on your tummy, cheek pressing against the rough carpet material as Javier slots his hard member encased in his jeans, right by the curve of your ass.

“Answer me, mama”

A clinking of metal makes you cry out in protest. No, you wanted to say, feeling Javier cuff you behind your back like you were one of his petty drug thiefs. But a slap to your ass cheek makes you gasp, eyes shutting as Javier pulls your panties off.

”Being mean gets me punished” you responded softly, a pool of desire aching in your folds as you almost tutted your ass up to show him you were ready. “I’m sorry, Javier” you sniffled quietly, hoping he would hear.

Javier laughs, cocking his head to the side as one hand groped the flesh of your bum, and the other undid his belt buckle. The sound makes your mouth water, wondering if he’ll let you suck him off too for forgiveness.

“So you do know how to be nice?” He groans, giving you no time before his hard members penetrates your entrance, head turning back and eyes rolling when you clenched around his dick so well. “Javier!” You screamed, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the strong stretch.

Your arms ached, desperate for release so you could brace yourself against the floor for every hard thrust your husband would give you.

“Listen carefully, querida” he moans into your ear, humping you as you moaned loudly. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, alright?” When there was no answer, he slapped your cheek again, this time echoing throughout the living room and leaving a red splotch on your ass. “Answer me.” He growled, patience growing thin from your pathetic wailing.

You grit your teeth, hating the fact that you were supposed to be mad at Javier for forgetting about you, and yet here you were receiving back shots with a stinging red ass.

”Yes, Javier” you said back, feeling his girth stretch your walls.

”Good. And once I’m done fucking my pretty wife, you’re gonna suck me off like you mean it. That sounds good mi amor?”

You nodded in return, eyes shut and panting like a slut from the feeling of Javier slowing down his thrusts, deepening every stroke.

“Yes, Javier” you repeated.

He smiled, kissing your neck sweetly, contrasting his hip movements. “Thank you, mama” he replied, cherishing your sweet moans and gasps as he went at a deeper, harder pace.

It’s delirious, the whole situation. You feel as though you’re on cloud nine with the way Javier is so possessive of you, caging you like a butterfly in his garden with the apple of desire.

You felt sinful. You felt glorious. You needed his release to fill you up so badly.

“Javi…” you muttered, tits starting to get carpet burn from being fucked against the ground.

“I know mama, you’re doing so good for me. Taking your lesson so well” he groans, sweat beading at his forehead.

You were aching and begging for orgasm, but feeling Javier rut into you so passionately made it all worth it. It dissolved any anger, any resentment from earlier because you knew how good he could take care of you.

“You’re so fucking mean sometimes, you know that?” he tells you, brows furrowed and concentrated on fucking the daylights out of you. You could feel the handprints marking your hips, wondering how many of Javier’s marks would be on you tomorrow morning.

“I know” you sigh, feeling a slap come down on your ass as you groan louder.

“You’re so fucking stubborn sometimes, you know that too?” you pant, squirming under your cuffs. Javier shudders, your walls sucking him a little too well.

“I know.” He says back gruffly.

Javier feels the knot untying in his stomach, too late to tell you verbally as you felt his warm seed leak inside, cumming first.

“Merida”

You were also close, loving how despite already coming, Javier was fucking you so that you could cum too.

”I’m gonna” you pant, forgetting to finish your words as you felt hot liquid threatening to spill from every stroke he made in your hole.

Javier whispers, pressing ticklish kisses from his mustache to your bare shoulder. “Cum on my cock, baby, you know what to do” he muttered, both of you groaning loudly as both your releases became mixed inside you.

“Oh fuck, Javi!” you scream, hair a mess and pussy aching.

You feel dizzy, used but happy, shivering as a large sludge of your cum spills out and drips down your thigh to the carpet.

Javier is quick to lap you up with his tongue, slotting his face in your ass as he filthily cleans you up.

“Can you get these off me, please?” you ask him meekly, relishing the feeling of your sensitive wrists when they touch the cool air.

Your husband presses a kiss to each one, marking your ass and shoulders with playful hickeys and bruises.

You both catch your breath for a moment, Javier turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, your sensitive tits perking up.

It’s all so sudden but before you two realize it, you’re latching onto each other immediately, hungrily sharing a kiss as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Hermosa,” he tries to begin, before being shushed by you, pulling him back in to lovingly kiss your husband.

Sure, rough sex was great, but god did you love just kissing Javier absentmindedly. You had to touch each other, kiss each other, that was how you two made up.

“Lo siento, hermosa” he sighs, wanting to get lost in your embrace. You smile, knowing that Javier is sincere. “Me too.” You reply, voices hushed as it was now later in the night, the neighbors probably aware of what had happened next door. A moment passes.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to suck you off?” you asked innocently, gazing up at Javier as your head rested on his chest.

He grins, softly whispering a later as he played with your hair, cock soft against his thigh as your leg nudges it playfully.

He growls, nipping your ear. “Behave” he says firmly, cheeks rosy. This time you listen.

“Who picked you up today then if I didn’t come?” Javi asks, reaching over to wrap a blanket around you two near the fireplace.

You smile, knowing that you can’t always listen to Javier’s warnings. “Just some cute young taxi driver. Asked me for my number y’know” you grinned.

Javier looks down, eyes darkening as he mutters softly. “Unless you’re gonna be a brat again, you better watch yourself” he reaches for your mound, cupping you softly so you moan in pleasure, still sensitive from the previous activities. He hoists you above his stomach, feeling your nails scratch his pudge and bend down as you give him a kiss. “I’m just messing with you” you giggle, a familiar feeling coming back when his bare cock is nestled by your thighs. “He was old. A grandpapi” you said, feeling his hands roam the flesh of your ass.

You press a hand against Javier’s chest, giggling as you peck his jawline. He rolls his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist instinctively.

“I missed you.” he mutters, feeling you up.

You smile, remembering how warm it is on top of your husband before you shut your eyes softly.“Me too.”

You look up, apologizing to him. “Sorry for almost stabbing you with that knife”

You feel the vibrations and sounds of a loud chuckle, Javier holding on to you. “It was an accident” you mumble, circling shapes on his skin. He knows.

You make up for it by leaning in, pressing kisses under the shell of his ear. Whispering how you’ll let him stuff his cock in your mouth again to get even.

Fuck it, he thinks. He’d let you kill him anyday.