Summary: Aria Davis moved to Columbia with her fiance. It was the right thing to do. Keeping a separate apartment from him for safety was the right thing to do. Being polite, kind and putting up their stagnant relationship given that she's in a foreign country is the right thing to do.
Meeting Javier Peña has Aria considering something things that are very wrong.
Is it really wrong if it feels so damn good?
Warnings will be in each individual chapter, though the broad strokes are: smut, infidelity/cheating, cuckholding, sex work and sex workers, and more. (I did a lot 👀)
My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.
Part One - Empanadas and Chocolate 🍫 AO3 Link
Part Two - Trouble Found Me 🛋️ AO3 Link
Part Three - I deserve this 📸 AO3 Link
Part Four - Watch and Learn 🔥 AO3 Link
I’ll post the four parts over next week. 😆 I’ll make a list on this page as my reference so I don’t lose track for tagging correctly. 😘
Players in Javi P’a game 😘: @syd-djarin @magpiepills @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @indiegirlunited
Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers ( positivity is cool~)🌈🌈
Thank @avastrasposts For this one. 🤗
ahhh thank you, nerdie!!! this is very sweet of you <3
five things i like about myself... lemme see
1. my creativity
2. my sense of style
3. my musical abilities
4. my graphic design talents
5. my drive, as new as it is
I would like to know more about “Do it Scared” with Jake and your Black OFC.
All of the tittles were interesting but that one stuck out to me.
P.S: I’m loving your “Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps” series and I think one person commented that it reads like a movie and it does! Like a classic noir movie. 🎥
(This is Jake when he’s looking up at Ms. Songbird) 😍
!!!! so so much of what is good about Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps is bc of @mrs-lockley and her boundless patience with me in her dms, I could give you a list of all the things that came to be in the story bc of out "what if" convos 😭❤️ it's been a joy to have you along for the ride, thank you for your sweet words (also YES that is exactly how he looks at Ms. Songbird, it's what she deserves 🤭)
ANYWAY
Do It Scared!!! goodness I haven't worked on this one in months, but it's such a precious thing to me. my first OC in a while, Lena Greenwood-- high school friend to Jake, they drift apart because [redacted], later part of the Thanos snap/blip and all the trauma that comes with it. girl has me DEEP in the mcu timeline like
lots of flashbacks to Lena and Jake in 2000s Chicago, seeing what it takes for them to reconnect after she lost years of her life, and he lost years with her. think Rory Gilmore and Jess Mariano. i need them.
ask me about my WIP folder, make me write something
I saw your WIP list and also thanks for the tag. I’m reading while I’m warming up the car for work. (Not worries, safety first 😀)
What’s going on in “Belgium”?
I think of chocolate, mountains, off shore accounts and watches. Which the only one I’m sure about is the chocolate. 🍫
Have a great day Betty! ❤️
Okay, now I'm rethinking my direction with this - because now all I'm thinking about is mountains, chocolates and maybe some Triple Frontier boys who made it back with the money and have off shore accounts abroad... 🫠
I mentioned the location here, so maybe some more ✨vibes✨ including chocolate martinis inspired by your thoughts lol.
Still don't know which Pedro character fits these vibes, keep coming back to Marcus - but it feels too easy - don't know.
If anyone has any thoughts - I'm open to them!
Thank you for playing and asking! Hope you're having a great day so far! 💕 xx
Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist / Oscar Isaac Masterlist
Word Count: 4.4k
Summary: You have a crush on your long time friend Santiago. After the events of Columbia, he stays in your spare bedroom. You two make good roommates. Pope decides to ask you a question that you thought was just a throwaway. Turns out he was serious.
Warnings: Teasing, Hair worship (is this a thing? I guess it is now 👀), oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap them thangs up), cockwarming, aftercare, bad jokes throughout (another Nerdie staple)
Notes: My first Santiago smut! I think I captured his essence. Maybe, Ya'll will have to let me know. Also, I apologize to anyone who actually plays guitar, I just looked up what Google said were the four basic chords.
The first clue should have been that he asked to stay with you. He had three other men, his brothers, that he could have stayed with. Especially since they don't talk about whatever happened last month. Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia is a flirt of a man, has been since you’ve known him. You pay him no mind, his little compliments don’t phase you - much. He would call and text you in between deployments and later when he was out of the military. He’d also call when he was in the States or overseas consulting. Just checking in on you, he would normally lead with asking about how you were doing. Your mind constantly told you it’s the kind of thing he would do with the guys except they likely have private jokes. Your heart tells you it might be more, but your mind usually wins with reasoning.
Him moving in went fine. Pope didn’t have much with him. A few duffle bags and a backpack. He took up your second bedroom and things were easy. Just fine. They guys joked that you two should have been roommates years ago since you got along so well. They’re not wrong, you just still need him to move out. Which is impossible to ask considering one of his friends just died on their trip, none of them will say how and even though they all still get along, neither Frankie, Will or Benny will let Pope stay with them. Suspicion is high that there’s some lingering resentment there, but it’s not your place to ask. You weren’t there. You don’t know and you’re not going to.
You haven’t seen any odd habits so far. He cleans up after himself, cooks every once in a while. No women have been in your guest room that you know of and you never want to know if they have. The conversations flow easily and he plays his guitar sometimes, letting you sit on his bed next to him while he plays different chords. Strong hands alternate between picking at the strings and strumming them, Santi softly hums a tune you’re not familiar with. There was a Die Hard marathon you both watched together the other day. No red flags….which should have been red flag two for you.
He’s your friend. Almost a brother to you. You can’t be looking at how his polo shirts cinch around his waist and slight tummy or how they’re struggling with every thread on those biceps of his. The man has a million watt smile with curls to match, a dangerous five o’clock shadow, plush lips and warm chocolate eyes that focus on you when you speak. When he calls your name, you always exhale, it sounds perfect out of his mouth. Your thoughts haven’t even broached his thighs or that perfect curve he calls an ass when he asks you out of the blue. You’re minding your own business on the couch reading a book. Lying to yourself that you’re going to do less screen time this year.
“You think I should grow it out? I’ve always shaved it.” How long had he been thinking about this? Wait…shave what? Not his head right?! Not those curls. Curls that you’d snuck your hands in only a handful of times copying a noogie that Benny would do and only when the others were around. So silky with a touch of gray….He had asked a question. About his hair, shaving it…
“Santiago. Please don’t shave your head.” You pleaded, harder than you meant it to come out, but you were serious. It warranted your book closing and to look up at him. Why did he have to stand in front of you like that? Sure most people do that, but it’s not okay when he does it. You’re aware of this and the fact that you still haven’t told this man to move in with one of his brothers means you’re the third red flag. At some point, you became okay with the idea of throwing away your friendship with Santiago. Oolging him when he’s not aware and looking forward when he’s away for a few days so you can think more about his merits and assets. Possibly with a few handheld aides.
He laughed at you and sat down on the couch. “No tonta (silly). Grow a beard. My facial hair grows pretty fast anyway. What do you think? You like facial hair on your men angel?” His shoulder nudged your arm. You chuckled at the thought that he joked about you having men. Pfft. Shaking your head, you playfully swatted his cheek, his rough stubble grazing your fingers. You made sure your hand came down to your knee, the desire to keep in on his face was too strong in the moment.
“I think you could pull off a beard. You already have stubble half the time. Just don’t let it look raggedy Santi.” You smiled, trying to picture it. The most facial hair you’d seen him with was a mustache in pictures before Delta Force and he looked like a porn star. Hell he looked like one now. You need to stay focused, you’re having a conversation. If he did have one of those nice, maintained beards though…he might turn into an evil villain. They usually had some cool beards before getting thwarted by heroes. His grin at your very apparent compliment and distraction makes you lose the little focus you did have.
“Glad you believe in me. You didn’t answer my other question though.” Squinting your eyes, you’re confused for maybe the third time tonight. “Do you like facial hair on men or do you like them clean shaven?” He leaned in, very clearly expecting an answer.
Frazzled, your answer matched your current state of mind, “I mean, more hair is always better than less hair. I love some friction, you know I’m used to it because of my thighs but that’s…it’s gotta be a different kinda of sensation when someone's doing it right and has a solid beard…” His wide eyes told you that you’d said too much. Way too much. You stood up and mumbled goodnight, cursing yourself and hoping that maybe he had another overseas contract soon. He grabbed your wrist and stood with you.
“Is that what you like angel? Something for a different type of friction? Good to know. I take it you haven’t had that from what you said though. Sweet dreams cariño (dear).” Santiago said as he released your wrist. He knew damn well you weren’t going to sleep tonight and you didn’t. The next few days, he didn’t mention it and when you two met up with the guys and their girlfriends, he didn’t mention anything then either. By next week, you were sure it had blown over and he left saying he was going to be gone for two months. That was plenty of time to forget your mistake right?
The time came and went fast. Santiago was back…with a damn beard. It was black with gray strands at its edges. Letting his lips peek out from the oval of hair that formed around them. You looked, then turned and snuck another look. Angry that you did. Maybe he would shave once he got settled in. He greeted you with a hug, nuzzling his nose and jaw on your neck as he embraced you. You wanted to slap him for testing you, but maybe he didn’t remember, you also wanted to touch his face and kiss him to feel the hair on your face. Gazing up at him, his curls had grown out a bit more as well, more pronounced and larger. Pope said he was going to go take a shower and frankly, you felt you could use one too. Get these ideas out of your head.
The first week is fine. A good amount of time spent with the guys both at bars, their places and in your apartment. The second week however was the kicker - Santiago had gotten some beard oil that smelled of cedar, jasmine and a hint of vanilla. You were thankful that Will wanted Santi to tag along with him this week for more motivational speaking engagements. Pope was out of the house and away from you smelling that damn delicious.
As it was past 9pm on a Thursday, you were already in your oversized sleep shirt and panties. Not sexy at all. Not that you needed to be, you’re dancing around in your apartment. It’s something you haven’t done too much except when Santi’s out of town. It helped calm you and you could focus on the music and not your various worries, especially your thoughts about your roommate.
Santiago unlocked the door to your apartment. He walked in and saw you in the living room. Swinging your hips, arms above your head. What should come on next but “Worth the Wait” by Kali Uchis & Omar Apollo. You’re singing along and moving with the music, it wouldn’t hurt to dance with you right? It’s not like he hasn’t danced with you around your home before, though that was usually to some boy bands that you would play because you knew he hated them. He took hold of your hands and interlocked his fingers with yours, his gaze on your surprised face as you stopped moving, but he brought one of your hands down and patted your hip to encourage you to continue to dance. The song is slow and the content is rather sensual. “Keep dancing cariño. With me.” Is the only thing he said as you two moved, your chests mere inches away from each other. He released your hands and placed them on your hips and yours immediately went to his beard. You figured if he’s going to dance with you like this, you may as well touch it. He let out a deep chuckle, leaning forward. Santi pressed his warm chest against yours, he spoke in your ear, “You like it, touch is querida (sweetheart)? I grew it just for you.”
Your breath hitched when he said your name in your ear and his hands that had been on your hips, roamed your back. “Y-You did Santi? You didn’t have to…I..” His large hand ran up your neck and cupped the back of your head as he sang along to Kali’s next song “All Mine.” Your hands fell to his sides, pressing into his skin, kneading it. It would be embarrassing how moist your panties had become and that your nipples were hard as little pebbles if you didn’t feel the need to jump this man, but dancing is sweet and nice.
We’ll figure it out as we go, just you and me
But we won’t leave each other alone, that’s all mine
All me, all me All mine, All mine, all mio, mio, mi
All mine, all mine, all mio, mio, mi
Both of you continued to rock side to side until the song ended and Santiago stood to his full height. You wondered if maybe you’d gotten too lost in the music and had imagined everything. You hadn’t let go of him yet, if you weren’t hallucinating then that meant this just happened and maybe you could act on what you’d been feeling. “Santiago. What you just sung, did you mean it?” Your eyes scanned his face, you wouldn’t be distracted this time. He had essentially used a song to confess his feelings to you, but it needed to be said outside of a song. Pope took hold of your chin and smiled.
“Yes I meant it. I know how you’ve been undressing me the entire time I’ve been here angel. I’m not an idiot. At least in that department. I’ll say I’m not great at long term relationships so we’ll take it how it goes, sí (yes)?” He offered. That was all you needed to cup his face, place your fingers in his beard and pull him in for a frantic kiss. He appeared surprised which made you grin as he parted his lips for you, quickly recovering and wrapping his arms around you pulling you toward him as you let him in, his tongue exploring your mouth. The groan you released was loud as you pressed your thighs together, feeling the wetness spread. You pulled out of the kiss and pulled him toward your bedroom. “Cariño, you sure?” He asked with slightly red lips. You answered by pushing him onto the bed, hands on your hips, you scanned his body. He didn’t need to ask and you weren’t going to answer such a silly question. You smacked your lips at the tent in those damn cargo pants he always wore.
“Too many clothes Garcia. Take them off.” Your hands went to your hips. “Now.” Santiago hadn’t seen this side of you and was enjoying it. He was normally one to take charge in the bedroom. He removed his shirt, exposing his taut muscles that flexed as he fiddled with his belt and removed his boxers and pants in one drop. He kicked off his socks as he sat on the side of bed with his arms out. You stepped up to him but didn’t embrace him. Instead, you just dropped your soaked panties as they hit the floor, heavy with your own wetness. Santi looked down and muttered a soft, “fuck,” next you removed your shirt. Your curves on full display as he attempted to place his hands on your hips but you stopped him. “Up on the bed. I’m due some friction since you keep teasing it with me.”
“¡Joder! (Fuck) , this is what you like huh? Being in charge? I’ll play along this time.” He slid back toward the top of the bed where you were expecting him in the middle.
“That’s where I’m supposed to be Santi. Move back down.” You motioned as the bed dipped, you crawled next to him and looked down at him. He smirked, damn grin. You wanted to pink he cheek, both sets.
“No. If you’re going to take charge then you need the right seat angel.” He wiggled his eyebrows as you scratched your chin for a moment. It clicked, he wanted you to…no one’s ever asked that. Pope didn’t give you a choice about settling on his face gently. He turned on his side to grab your knees and pulled you over his shoulders, his breath on your slick inner thighs. “Look at you. You’ll drench me won’t you angel?” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his beard on your thigh, you brought your legs closer together and reached down, taking a handful of his curls while calling his name.
“Dammit, you know how many nights I’ve thought about this, your curls and this beard? Don’t ever mention cutting your hair again unless I say so.” You growled, his nose tipped upward touching your clit momentarily before he drew back. “Fuck..you damn tease Santiago…” His hands roamed from your knees to your thighs and then your large ass, giving it a squeeze. It made you buck your hips and drop them, making your slick lips come into contact with his beard. Your yelp was sharp and followed by multiple curses as you heard Garcia laugh into your core. It didn’t matter now if he laughed, you were here, sitting on this man’s face. You dropped your hips to stifle him, calling his name as you sat. The sweet grate of his beard against your thighs and mound had you dripping.
Santiago had never seen you so feral. He was throbbing as he watched you cry out his name and felt his cock twitch when you pulled on his hair. He knew he had an effect on you but didn’t expect this. This was so much better than he could have imagined. Now that he could barely breathe, he opened his mouth, kissing your entrance before rolling his tongue around your tight hole. He estimated that he’d definitely need you come at least twice to accommodate him. He then had it pass your entrance to explore within you and he felt your strong pulses. He smirked again, hearing you scream as he went deeper before truly starting. He alternated hollowing out his cheeks to suck what felt like your uterus out of you and having his tongue press against your soft core. He was concerned for a moment that you may pull out a chunk of his hair, the way you were using his head to steady yourself as you grinded into his face. When he was pulling his tongue back to suck again, you screamed his name again and gushed, soaking his face, beard and neck. He drank as if he'd come in from a desert and you were the first source of water he’d come across. When your body relaxed, you fell forward and he slid from under you to lay next to you. Your face was sweaty and some of your hair was sticking to your forehead, one of your hands weakly came up to your face in an attempt to hide it but he grabbed it and kissed it gently.
“You asked me to strip so no hiding hermosa (gorgeous). You had your beloved friction?” He teased and you smiled, shaking your head. He didn’t forget that you said that. He remembers all the wrong things. He set your hand down on the bed and rubbed your back, “Ready for more? I’m going to need at least two more from you.” He explained and your eyes went wide.
“I might have one…and that’s being generous of me. Why two?” You managed to prop yourself on your elbows but were still on your stomach. His hand continued to rub your back and slowly went to your ass, then a finger slipped into your sensitive sex, making you gasp. “Y-You need to warn someone when you do that…”
“That’s why, you’re a little too tight.” He kissed your shoulder and licked your ear, “those boys you’ve dealt with and your toys don’t prepare you for me querida.” His finger pumped slowly and as it reached deeper he added a second one, making you lift your right knee to allow yourself to open more. The squelching noises coming from your cunt had you whine as you gaze up at Santiago who was watching you, his gaze heavy. “I wonder which chord your pussy plays to angel?” He licked his lips and nibbled on your ear again before speaking again, “Em?” His fingers pumped into your straight, “how about C?” He curved his fingers slightly and your hips snapped, you opened your legs even wider as you began to wiggle against the mattress.
Santiago stopped his fingers for a moment and flipped you on your back before adding a third finger and curling his fingers even more, “How about G?” His eyes were dancing, watching you pant from just his hand. You’re saying his name, but babbling angrily at him. He finds it adorable that you still have it in you to be angry. You could hold a grudge. He’ll fuck it right out of you. His free hand roams your wide stomach as you pull on the sheets around you and your legs continue to part for him, feet planted into the mattress as you move your hips with his fingers. He leans over you and kisses you gently to which you release the sheets and grab his head, digging into his curls again, biting his bottom lip. He draws back deciding to finish you. He wants to watch you as you climax this time, “let me give you chord D cariño.” Santiago crosses two of his fingers over each other, bends them slightly, hitting your spongy sensitive tissue. Your hands let go of his hair and grasp his forearms, digging your nails into them and you groan with your second climax, it feels stronger than the first as your back arches. He revels in watching your mouth wide open spilling with his name repeatedly, even the pain from your nails is welcome. He’s not normally into it being a bit rough, but he senses that you might not be aware of what you’re doing. He wouldn’t mention it now. Something else to tease you with later.
Slowly you feel his fingers leave your drenched cunt, you feel like you’re floating but exhausted. Your eyes flutter, but you watch as he licks his fingers, hearing him moan as he does. It had your core stirring again. Having him take you apart, break you even though you planned to be much more assertive, initially you weren’t happy about it, but he’d done nothing except pleasure you since you’d ask him to strip. “S-Santi, do you want me to…” Your eyes trailed down to his swollen and dripping cock which looked thicker than any you’d had, even your dildos. You were understanding more why he made sure to prepare you first.
“Not tonight. I bet you’re still pissed at me for teasing you. I know you hold onto a grudge like a dog with a bone, angel. You'll be a little less mad after I finish with you.” He rubbed his beard against your soft stomach before settling between your legs, “Ah! Damn it, I need a condom. I’ll have to go to my room, I have some-” His face went from smoldering to panicked, then to confusion as you reached down and gently gripped the head of his dick.
“I have an IUD Santiago. I’m not mad but, you’re not taking your cock out of me until it’s soft. I will be livid if you do.” His eyes were wide as your knees parted further and you brought his head to your entrance. He placed his hand over yours and moved it gingerly. You watched as he looked up at you.
“I didn’t realize you were such a dangerous woman. As my angel wants.” Santiago slid into your wet cunt halfway, watching you to see if you had any discomfort. It was slight, only from the stretch, he was so girthy. You growled at him.
“You’re not all the way in are you? I’m fine. Just move, Please Santi…” That famous grin spread over his face as he pushed forward until his hips were flush with yours. “Yes…that’s it…fuck it’s so much. This was in those damn pants? It isn’t enough that you have that ass?” You managed a small giggle, reaching your hands to cup his face. “Fuck me while you kiss me with this beard you sexy bastard.”
“You’re so damn kinky cariño. I love it and you, too.” His lips crashed into yours as he started his pace, not bothering with slow as he drew back and gave deep thrusts that kept hitting your cervix. Moans between the two of you had your lips swollen as you kept needing to either bite, suck or release cries. His hands moved from your stomach to your knees, bending your legs back and tipping your hips upward slightly, hitting an entirely different angle. Santiago was up on his knees and had moved out of your reach so you placed your hands over his that were on the back of your knees. Between him rutting into you and the bending you were doing to try and touch any part of him, your insides were quivering again. You were close again already.
“S-Santi..It’s…” You stuttered, in between your whines. He nodded as he felt you starting to clamp around him, he felt his balls tightening. Dropping one of your knees, he wrapped an arm around your back to bring you close to him, one hand went to his soft curls, now drenched with sweat and the other held the back of his neck as your thumb ran across his temple and grazed his beard. With a few more pumps, Santiago spilled into you, groaning into a rough kiss with you, his teeth nearly colliding with yours if you hadn’t had your tongue run along them. The sensation of him filling your core, had your third orgasm begin. Pope slowly dragged his softening cock along your walls to extend it, he kissed trailed down your neck. When both of your bodies stopped moving, Santi gave it a minute and went to pull out to which you wrapped your legs around him.
“Not yet. Just inside, a little longer Santi.” You cooed, kissing his shoulder. He nodded and held you, as the both of you soaked in each other’s warmth. When you removed your arms from him, he took that to mean that he could move which he did. He went to your bathroom as you tried to sit up. He looked back to you and quickly motioned for you to stay on the bed. He returned with a warm washcloth after whipping himself off and opened your legs. The cool air had you let out a quiet sigh.
“Careful, you keep sounding like that, I may have you ride my face again angel.” You laughed knowing you didn’t have the strength to do so no matter how tempting it sounded. He carefully wiped, making you flinch as your cunt was swollen and sensitive. Once he finished, he helped you sit up and helped you to the bathroom. After the clean up was done, you both returned to bed, getting under the sheets, you laid next to Santi and twirled a finger in his curls. “Ven aquí (come here) cariño. You enjoy yourself?” He pulled your upper body onto his chest, preferring to be face to face with you.
“I did. I’m going to be sore for a few days, but it’s worth it.” A soft smile graces your face as does Santi’s. You peck his lips and lay your head on his chest. His laugh vibrates throughout his chest. His hands are once again on your back, stroking it. It’s relaxing.
“Good to know I’m worth it angel. I was starting to think all your staring had you rethinking my beard.” You poked out your bottom lip and pinched his bicep. His hands grabbed your hips and jiggled the extra flesh you had on them.
“You could have just asked you damn tease.”
“Nah. I had to make you work for it a bit. I’m not an easy man cariño.” He kissed your forehead as his hands traveled back up to your back.
“You’re near impossible is what you are, Santiago. You’re lucky I love you.”
“Yeah, that I do know querida. I love you too.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you in each other’s arms, fully exposed to each other finally.
My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.
Summary: The meet cute between Javier Peña and Aria. The beginning of everything.
Warnings: Meet cute, adorable vibes, food, curioisity, (we’re safe this part - we had to start somewhere)
Word Count: a little over 1.8k
Notes: My smut fairy was gone for a very long time. Thanks to @magpiepills and a fic called "Aquarius" that she wrote that was all the right kinds of smutty filth, she inspired me to write this. It's from an old WIP I had started but never finished. Now it is in a completely different direction and one I like. She also beta read some (not the whole thing - gotta surprise her 😘). So here we are. Originally posted on A03.
Main Masterlist/ Javier Peña Masterlist
Together is what he told you. That you’d go on this journey together and help bring peace to an unsettled country. It’s been eight months and neither the government nor the American agencies involved in trying to take down Pablo Escobar were any closer to ending his reign. What did any of that mean for Aria?
Not much, just looking over the balcony of her small one bedroom apartment provided by the US embassy. Her fiance and her had decided on living separately since they were each entitled to their own places. It seemed like a weird idea at first, but the longer she stayed here, the more sense it made. She wouldn't have to hear him coming and going or worry when he would be home. He rarely was, only to have some mediocre sex, maybe sleep sometimes and leave again citing that he was needed back on the case. Aria sometimes was able to finish on her own, but increasingly she couldn’t even do that, getting tired in the middle of things and giving up to read a book, listen to some music and just sleep. Sleep was what she did best.
It was early yet and the sun was just cresting over the horizon, painting a golden pink across the sky, it was barely six in the morning. One positive for coming here, despite all the violence was the scenery, it was beautiful and so were the people, well those she had met. That was two. She sighed and entered her apartment readying herself for work and headed off to the embassy where she worked as an accountant along with four others in a small office. It was cramped but she got to know them well, all nice, sometimes a little too chatty. Her days were similar, rise, go to work, come home, sometimes see her fiance, fuck, sleep, repeat.
It was on a rare day off during the week where she decided to venture to her favorite little shop down the street. Here she didn’t wear the knee length shirt of buttoned up shirt that fit a little too tight, she could wear a flowing dress with sunflowers on it. It was a gift from an older woman a few doors down. She also often gave her rice, meat, vegetables and other foods, hence why her work clothes didn’t fit as well as they once did. Her build was stocky and dense from head to toe though she did have breasts that stuck out a bit farther than her belly and wide hips so that helped, but in her work clothes she was still self-conscious, she knew it hugged in all of the places good and bad. It was always a button down shirt and skirt. She could get away with a polo shirt or sweater depending on who was in the office but more often than not if their supervisor came in and they weren’t dressed appropriately it was a warning then could progress to a write up. So stupid.
Arriving at the shop, she spied her prizes, empanadas and chocolate cake. She went to order as another person placed theirs, a tall man whose skin had been kissed by the sun, wore dark aviator sunglasses, and had a thick head of hair with a mustache to match. He stood with his hands on his slim hips, a rose pink shirt on with medium wash jeans and what was likely a gun along his back. He was cracking a joke with the señora who ran the shop with her husband. The señora asked for her order again as she had lost her train of thought while looking him up and down.
Unfortunately, it turned out that the handsome stranger had taken the last piece of chocolate cake. Aria pouted but little could be done, she hoped he at least enjoyed it, maybe it was a reward to himself for something that happened that day or week? She just hoped he wasn’t the type to eat a few bites and dispose of it. Taking the three empanadas she ordered, she turned to leave as the señora pointed to her and said her name. Apparently, handsome sunglasses wanted to add empanadas to his order but didn’t tell señora when he got the cake. The accountant had the last of them. He walked over with a smile,
“Disculpe señorita (excuse me miss), could I buy one of the empanadas from you? I just need one.” He asked, almost pleading, how much did he need one? Aria raised a counter offer,
“If you’ll spit half of the cake with me, I’ll give you the empanada at no charge.” She raised a finger. He nodded and waved his hand toward one of the small tables with chairs outside where they could do the exchange. He pulled out her chair for her and Aria thanked him, he said there was no thanks needed, he should be thanking her. He’d been looking forward to the empanadas all week, the señora here makes the best ones. To that, she agreed and pulled out the bag with the rolled and fried goods. Señor brought them plates, some water and napkins, insisting that they eat here. Aria shook her head but aviators nodded and assured her he was alright with it as long as she was, that he would make for good company.
“Alright, let’s exchange and eat. Here.” She took one of the empanadas and placed it on the plate in front of pink shirt. He cut his chocolate cake in half and placed it on her plate.
“Here you go. We’re even.” He chuckled, quickly picking up his newly earned empanada and moaning as he took a bite. “Been thinking about these all day…” His eyes were closed as he chewed slowly, savoring the flavor of the onions, chicken, potatoes and peppers. Aria nodded as she watched his mouth, he smacked his lips before taking another bite and another moan left him. It wasn’t long before she wondered if she should be watching this, it felt like she was intruding on a private moment. She picked up water and downed a few gulps before biting into her own empanada, humming with the flavor.
“Mierda eso esta bien (Shit that’s good).”
Pink shirt had momentarily forgotten that he was sitting in public, with a woman no less. He cleared his throat and drank some sips of his water before muttering sorry to his table mate. She shook her head and told him that the lovely couple who owned the shop would be delighted to know he enjoyed the food that much, plus it was fun to watch him eat. Shaking his head, he asked her how long she had been coming to the little shop and in Columbia in general. Her accent sounded similar to his partner’s - American. She told him eight months in Columbia and six for the shop. It took her a few months to get acclimated at work and to the slower pace. She appeared to indicate that she was enjoying herself but there was a large part he knew she was leaving out: the ring on her left fourth finger. There could be a few reasons she could be leaving out that detail, none of them were good for him. She was definitely easy on the eyes, well scratch that. He found her gorgeous, her smile and laugh and the fair trade was definitely a bonus. He would at least let her know his name before they parted. The city of Bogotá seemed larger than it really was. He learned that she did accounting at the Embassy, he told her that he was with the police - didn’t think she really needed to know he was an agent.
“My name’s Javier, Javier Peña. What’s your’s Mrs?” He finally asked as the stood and disposed of their trash. Her warm smile faded with the question. Did that mean she really was married? Peña wasn’t really up for all the drama that came with that even if she did have hips he wanted to see from the back, a very different angle than he was looking at them now.
“No, no. I’m engaged. It’s…I’m engaged. “ Her nod told him she needed to be convinced she was in fact engaged. Usually engaged couples are supposed to be happy. Not that he wasn’t familiar with how that could burn horribly. It wasn’t his business, though he wondered. “My name is Aria Davis. It’s nice to meet you Javier. Thanks for the cake.” Her smile remained warm, he may see her around at the embassy though he didn’t recall ever meeting her before.
“I see. Well congratulations hermosa (beautiful). He’s a lucky man. Gracias for the empanadas. The señor here makes some of the best ones in Bogotá. I may see you if you come again, I’ll try not to take all the cake this time. I usually don’t eat sweets.” Peña explained, it was true he did not. He’s had another failed raid with no new information found and it would be a day that he forgot to get a new carton of cigarettes. He was on his way to go buy some when he noticed he was passing by señora Hernandez’s tienda (store) so he figured he’d stop in and get the food on the way. He hadn’t eaten all day, plus he’d been meaning to come all week. “Today didn’t go so well so I figured I’d get something on my way.” He paused. Did she walk here?
“Do you need a ride home, Aria?” He tilted his head in the direction of his car to which Aria shook her head.
“Oh no I live close by. Thank you though. I’m going home after this. Just going to relax a bit before work tomorrow.” Aria’s smile didn’t falter and Javier was curious, shouldn’t she be mentioning spending time with her fiancée? He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bent card. He handed it to her and she took it reading it over, her eyes revealed her surprise but she didn’t mention that she’d heard of him. Aria assumed he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Here’s my card just in case. Bogotá is beautiful but can be dangerous. Call me if you need help okay?” The nod and grin that followed made her giggle. “I’ll come running and may speed a bit.” Javier cracked a small joke, it was a bad though but she didn’t seem to mind.
“I’ll remember that Javier. I do pretty well at staying out of trouble though.”
“Trouble has a way of finding people Aria.” Peña took a step closer and spoke in her ear. “Call me Javi. Stay safe hermosa.” With that he turned and walked to his car, getting in and waving to her before putting one hand on the steering wheel and driving off.
Aria was left standing with Javier’s lingering words and his breath on her ear. The food in her belly wasn’t the only thing heating it from within. Peña wasn’t wrong. Trouble had found her.
Part Two
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Summary: Benny and Diana work out the tension between them.
Word Count: about 2.2k
Warnings: teasing, dirty talk, an ass slap or two, unprotected p in v, oral sex (female receiving), aftercare, confessions
Notes: This part took a long time. I’m not well versed in writing my characters being teasing or mean. At least not in this manner so let me know what you think in the comments! 😆
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Miller towers above Diana, he’s caged his arms on either side of her. Looking down, it’s a wonder he hasn’t pounced on her yet after plopping her down on the couch. Benny rushes a great many things but not this, and not today. Diana is reaching up for him and trying to pull him down to her, “Benjamin, you’ve been teasing me for far too long. Let me have you please.” It is a request he wants to honor, he really does, but he can’t. However long Diana thinks he has been taunting him, he believes she’s wrong. Benny’s feels he’s been open with how he feels about her though words aren’t his strong his strong suit.
“Now that’s a lie sweetheart and you know it.” His voice is low and makes her laugh. She highly doubts this, she had no idea that things would turn out this way so quickly. Before she can offer a rebuttal, Benny grabs her wrist and kisses the inside of it. “You’ve had me since we sang ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ and I wouldn’t let go of your hand. I haven’t let go of you since Angel.” Benny uses his nose to trace down Diana’s arm, kissing one part he knows she’s not fond of: the fat on her arm. It’s why she doesn’t often wear sleeveless dresses and depending on how the short sleeves fit, she might not wear those either. Benny could care less or more like accurately, he enjoys her soft frame every time they touch. Diana turns away giggling at the gesture, while he nibbles on it and uses his knees to part her legs. She gasps when his lips reach her neck and he sucks on her skin while her hands lift up the back of his shirt.
“Benjamin, take it off. I want to feel more of you.” His mouth forms a smile that he presses into her neck before pulling back to make eye contact with her.
“It’ll be off when you’re out of this dress Di,” she starts to shimmy her hips so the dress slides up a bit for her to grab it but he clasps his hands around hers, “Not yet Angel. Told you I’m going to see you for myself and that involves taking my time. Not yours. We’ve been on yours with your shorts and shit around the house.” His teeth pull at the front of her dress and pull it down since her straps are so flimsy. Diana’s breasts are exposed and he whistles making her squirm, the air feels cool on her flesh and Benny’s grin goes right between her thighs making her moan.
“Dammit Benny,” he’s not hurting her in his hold, but it’s tight enough to where she can’t get out. Her voice cracks as he flicks one of her nipples with his tongue, keeping his eyes locked with hers she bucks her hips up to try and have some friction to force him to do the same. “You’re just being mean now. Take it into your mouth Miller.” He flicks it again before blowing on it, making it stiffen harder. A quiet fuck leaves Diana’s lips.
“If I was really mean, I’d leave you like this Di. Or maybe only do this.” Benny puts both of Diana’s hands over his head and uses his shirt that he now removed to tie them. He watches as she tries to undo the knot. “Come on Angel, I served with the best of the best. You’re not getting out of that until I want you to.” Two of his fingers sneak under her dress and find the damp spot on the front of he thong. He doesn’t move the fabric aside nor push it in. He just lets his digits rest on top of it while her hips do the work for him, but due to the limited space on the couch, she can only get small rolls going.
“Alright, alright. You’re nice, the sweetest. Benny, please…put at least one finger in.” Diana isn’t above begging. She’s so close and his fingers feel thick, but they're not inside of her and his mouth isn’t on her either. “Don’t you want to feel how wet I am for you Benny? Hear what other sounds me and my body can make for you?” She’s never said this to Benny before, at least outside of time spent with her vibrator. She wants to close her eyes while talking, but knows he’ll just tell her to keep them open. “My kind generous Benjamin, give me a different type of ache.” It feels so embarrassing to say aloud, but her eyes see the bulge in his shorts and she knows she’s on the right track.
Benny doesn’t say anything. He’s only imagined Diana uttering filth to him, but this? “You sure are the cruel one Angel, come here....” He hops to his feet and pulls her up by his shirt that’s still tied around her wrists. He makes a beeline for his bedroom as it has a king side bed. Benny makes sure to flip on all the lights, not giving Diana the option of keeping them off. He pushes her over the edge of the bed so she flops face down and the pulls her to stand, bent over to her ass is facing him. Her violet dress fell back over her hips and he flips it back up. She tries to look back but he uses his palm to slap an ass cheek making it jiggle. “What a view Diana. I’ll give you a little something now.” Her thong is yanked down and his two fingers and on each of her slick pussy lips, opening and closing them to hear and watch them.
“B-Benny you said you were going to give me something. Come on…” Diana’s whine is answered by another snack to her ass and two fingers slipping inside of her. “Fuck yes!” Her moan from his thick fingers is cut short by a strained yelp. She can’t move her hips, Miller is using his free hand to hold her hips in place. “Please….at least move them Benny. Don’t just hold them there…” She buries her face into the mattress to scream. He’s never been this mean, sure she’s been teasing him with her outfits but it doesn’t warrant this kind of pleasure denial does it? “I’m sorry for teasing you. I just…Oohh…” At her admission, Benny behinds loving his fingers slowly, still not allowing her to move her hips.
“You just what Diana? Wanted to make me hard during the day?” His fingers start moving a bit faster and his grip loosens on her hip, allowing her to move partially with his hand. “You could have just told me you wanted me to do this Di, I told you, you’ve got me sweetheart.” When he lets her hips go, he removes his fingers and hand whines again, though this time he turns her over and crouches down, placing her legs on his shoulders. He kisses her inner thigh and licks part of her essence off of it, making sure he’s looking right at her. Diana’s panting and her lips are trembling. “You look beautiful when I make a mess of you.” He wipes her slick off of his two fingers on his bottom lips and swallows it before swirling one finger around her clit. Hearing her call his name, makes him nibble on her thigh and speak directly to her cunt. “You’ll weep just for me. So pretty here too, Angel.” He watches as her core quivers and feels it on his tongue as he dives in.
Diana is grabbing at Benny’s hair, tugging on it as his tongue explores her folds. He’s slurping, drinking from her while grilling her thighs. It feels like he might bruise her and they’ll be sore. She welcomes the feeling, and jerks her hips toward his glistening face. She’s twisting to try and aid his tongue exploring everywhere it can. He’s muttering something into her damp void but Diana registers nothing except her own moans and Benny’s skill with his tongue. Suddenly, she’s trying to push him away, pressure building but it feels different than her orgasm normally does, so much more forceful. Diana’s scared that she might pass gas or something even more embarrassing, but Miller’s nails are digging into her thighs from how he’s trying to keep her in place. “Please! Fuck Benny, let me go something’s co-“ There’s a gush and a scream from Diana’s mouth while Benny laps at her drenched sex with even more fervor than before. Her heels are digging into the mattress and when her body relaxes. His tongue finally begins to slow.
He gets a few more flicks of his tongue in before finally rising from between her legs. “You alright Angel?” He watches as Diana’s breasts rise and fall with each breath and nips at the skin on her lower belly, jiggling it to get a rise out of her. He knows she hates it when anyone touches the part of her stomach that hangs down. Weakly, she swats at his hand, “Well you’re still with me then. Why were you scared Di?”
“I dunno what the hell you did. That was way too intense Benny. Is there anything past an orgasm?” Diana sucks her teeth as she hears Benny laugh and position himself between her legs, this time on his knees. She looks down and sees his bobbing dick leaking with precum. Propping herself up on her shoulders, and making eye contact with him he dips his head to place his thumb on her chin and pulls it down for her to open her mouth. “Your face…d-did I? Lord let me wipe-”
“Ya ain’t wiping shit Diana. You’ll taste yourself. I made you squirt honey.” The same tongue that had just had her spasming tasted slightly tangy but mixed with his saliva had her groan into his mouth, her hands were back in his hair and the idea of needing to dry his face off was gone. Benny’s hands are on her breasts kneading them while he guides his swollen shaft along her folds, making her spread her legs wide again. Their lips part as each of them catch their breath. “Diana, I’m going in now. That alright?”
She nods and lowers one of her hands to guide the head of his cock into her awaiting hole, the stretch from having him inside of her makes her tense up. Benny strokes her cheek and moves her hand from her lower lips to his shoulder. He’s only a third of the way in when he stops and she pinches him. “It’s fine. Keep going, you just have to work me open is all Ben.” Diana plants a kiss on his chest and neck. He doesn’t stop again and sinks himself the rest of the way in until their hips meet. “You make me so full Benny. Move when you’re ready.”
“How do you know just what to say Diana?” With his hands drifting down the sides of her body, Benny firmly grabs her hips and begins a slow pace with deep strokes, pulling nearly all the way out and diving back in fully while he watches Diana throw her head back into the mattress, calling his name. Her tongue pokes out past her bottom lip and Benny leans forward to suck on it, changing the angle at which his cock hitting her walls. She gasps and scratches his chest, mouthing a soundless ‘sorry’ as he feels her tighten around his shaft. It’s then that Benny decides to move faster with Diana winds both arms around his back, it felt like she might fly away. That’s the last thing she wants, she needs to stay present as he’s making her come again. Her moans match Benny’s grunts as he continues increasing his pace, only letting his thrusts get but so shallow.
“B-Benny, it’s…you too…come too.” He’s trying to hold on a bit longer, he doesn’t want to yet. He’d rather keep going until he passes out with his dick still inside of her, but Benny figures he can give her this. He wants to, needs to.
“I will but I need to pull-“ Diana’s legs keep Benny firmly against her while the rolls of his hips become more erratic. He understands what she’s doing and doesn’t question it, though he’ll have some later. Her heat quivers around Benny’s cock before clamping down on him, milking him while he spills into her, marking her form himself. It’s here that Benny decides this won’t be the only time. He remains within her until he’s completely soft and even then, only slips out when he feels her shiver.
They both get out of the bed, though Diana needed help to the bathroom and get cleaned up. She bends down with a grimace upon seeing her dress and thong on the floor to pick them up and make her way back to her room. Benny wraps his arms around her waist. “Come back to bed Angel, unless you’re dead set on sleeping by yourself.”
“Okay.” Is all she says as she drops her clothes once more and slips under the covers with Miller, her mind racing. They’ve finally done it and said so many things to one another. She still has her own room, how do things go from here?
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