A/N: so uhh this originally was going to be one part and then I got to writing it and I was like uh oh…and now 🫠 here we are! This is going to be a 2-3 parter at the least. *sigh* here we go again!
~word count: 1.6k~
Summary: Agent Peña, Bogotá’s infamous playboy. Has he met his match when he meets you, the US Embassy’s newest receptionist.
Warnings: Javi is a douche, cocky typical playboy, thinks that he can sleep with anything on legs, huge ego, kinda mean, doesn’t take well to you bruising his ego, fear of intimacy, would rather flee the scene than face his feelings, denial of feelings, flirting, banter, some sexual tension? (If you squint) reader doesn’t take any of his shit, still finds him attractive but heard the talk of his reputation, definitely going to turn into a game of cat and mouse, eventual smut, angst, unrequited feelings, heartbreak, pining, unestablished relationship, no use of (y/n) only description is that you’re an American no physical descriptions used.(+18) minors dni!
Agent Peña Playlist:
Bogotá, Colombia 1988
When you accepted the position to be a receptionist at the US Embassy in Bogotá, Colombia. You were thrilled to be leaving the states finally. You had desires to travel the world, meet new people, create new experiences, fall in love? Nah, that would be far too cliche, especially for an American. Your first day in the office was bombarded with the other receptionists warning you about a specific DEA agent; Javier Peña. Bogotá’s well known playboy. Frequent brothel customer, tool, has a bit of an anger problem, devilishly handsome, can break your heart with just a kiss, Javier Peña.
Agent Peña had slept his way through Bogotá. Coworkers, sex workers, married women, naive American girls, informants. Even men found themselves falling for Javi’s addictive charm. As soon as you were informed of the DEA agents' consistent conquests, you were going to do everything in your power to not fall for his charm. You were going to do your absolute best to not fall into his deadly trap. No matter how handsome, how beautiful his pools of brown eyes enticed you, you would not cave. The cord could only withstand so much pressure before it ultimately snaps, right?
Javier embraced all kinds of women into his sheets. He was unshy in the bedroom, and that's why it came as no surprise to him that almost every woman in Bogotá knew his name, and they knew the kind of lover he was. His lovers would be left in a sweet, sticky sex stained gaze. Javi’s presence would linger on their bodies, their clothes, their sheets for days to come. Cigarette smoke, musk, inducing cologne, would envelop their bodies in a comforting warmth. When his scent no longer lingered, they would be left craving more. Javier couldn’t blame them, not really. He took a sense of pride in knowing he was more than an adequate lover in the bedroom. Outside of the bedroom? Well, that's where the playboy reputation came about. Javier didn’t date. He didn’t develop crushes and he certainly didn’t fall in love.
To protect the women he slept with feelings, and his own, he strictly stuck to one night stands. No matter how good the sex was, no matter if he felt a connection, an ounce of intimacy, he fled each time. He had a few slip ups here and there. He was only human after all. He craved human touch just as much as the next person. He learned quickly from his mistakes and his heart was even more closed off than before. Locked away in a steel cage, and buried deep within in the ground. He threw the key away and swore to never unlock it.
When you showed up to the office for the first time, Javi’s breath was stolen from his lungs the second he laid his eyes on you. He had encountered countless beautiful women, from all over the world. Why were you any different? Why was his heart racing? Why did his unnecessarily tight shirt suddenly feel even tighter? Why was he profusely sweating? What the hell was happening to him?
“Who is that?” He found himself asking Murphy, with a cigarette pursed between his soft lips. The smoke was slowly curling around his face, obscuring you from his view momentarily.
Steve glanced up from his typewriter as he followed Javi’s gaze to the receptionists area in the office. He raised a brow before chuckling, “New meat from the states. It’s her first day, so you better be nice, Peña.” he teasingly warned his colleague.
Javi quirked his brow up as he looked over at Steve. He scoffed under his breath, eyes rolling slightly. “American, huh? Who says I wasn’t gonna be nice in the first place Murphy? You think so highly of me.” His tone was sarcastic as he leaned back in his chair, taking a drag from his cigarette.
Steve gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look before he pulled the sheet of paper from the top of the typewriter to start on a fresh page. “You’re not the most welcoming to anyone unless you wanna sleep with them, Javier.”
“¿Me estás llamando puta? You fucking hillbilly.” Javi chuckled.
“Just telling you how it is Peña.” Murphy responded with a disinterested shrug.
“Who says that I don’t wanna sleep with her? All the more reason for me to be nice.” He crossed his arms behind his head, leaning back with a knowing smirk.
Steve wasted no time to crumble up a piece of paper and chuck it right at Javier’s head.
“You are such an unbelievable fucking pig sometimes, you know that Javi?”
“Bogotá’s most irresistible Playboy.” Javi responded humorlessly.
Unbeknownst to the two DEA agents, you were watching their interaction from afar. You couldn’t help it. Javier was stupidly handsome. You were only appreciating the way his lips wrapped around the cigarette pursed between them so effortlessly. How the hell did one man make smoking look so goddamn attractive? A light, airy giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it from happening.
Javi’s head whipped all the way around when he heard your sweet giggle. It tickled his eardrums in the best way possible. He wasted no time to ash his cigarette into the ashtray nearby on his desk before he was rising from his desk chair, shooting Murphy a playful wink before he strode over to your little cubicle.
You did your best to look busy, and act inconspicuous when two tan, muscular forearms were visible in your peripheral vision. Your manicured nails were quickly typing away on the typewriter. Javi’s scent was overwhelming, intoxicating and a tad irritating. The mix of lingering cigarette smoke, and an unidentifiable cologne, was a dangerous combination.
“Is there something you find to be particularly amusing sweetheart?” Javier nearly purred the pet name out past his sinful lips.
“Not at all, Agent Peña.” You were quick to respond without looking up from the keyboard. You were feeling slightly flustered, but you’d be damned to let him know that.
“Javier.” He corrected you. “My name is Javier but you, my dear, can call me anything you’d like.” He was still leaning over your small desk space. His stupid broad shoulders were casting a shadow over you from the overhead fluorescent lighting.
“Uh huh. That’s nice Agent Pena. I’m kinda busy right now, so is there something important that you need? If not, I'd appreciate it if you left me alone so I can focus on my job. Thank you so much.” The tone you responded with was flat, unamused to say the least.
Javier was taken aback momentarily by your distaste towards him. He was used to women twirling their hair, giggling, fluttering their lashes at him and flirting right back without a care in the world. What he realized then, was that he was gonna have to try a little harder..or give up entirely. He might have just met his match without even realizing it.
“My apologies, miss. I just wanted to come over and introduce myself.”
“I don’t think an introduction is necessary, Javier. I’m fully aware of your reputation around the office, and the city. Now, can you please take your hands off my desk? It’s rude to tower over someone like that.” You finished typing before pulling the paper off the typewriter and stood up, finally meeting his eye contact.
“Ah. Of course, the mindless office gossip from the Embassy’s finest receptionists.” He leaned in slightly, his stance still intimidating nonetheless. You got a small whiff of his cologne, and a peek at the glistening tan skin below the two open buttons on his stupid tight shirt. “Isn’t it rude to judge a book by its cover before you have even opened it, cariño?”
“I’m sorry? I think I'm going to take the word of multiple women in the office over yours Javier.” You challenged back as you stepped out from behind your cubicle with a manila folder in hand. “Here is that phone conversation between La Quica and one of the informants you slept with. Looks like you have a date later, Peña.” You shoved the folder into his broad chest before walking away, heels clicking on the smooth tile.
Javi felt his mouth go dry as you shoved the folder into his chest. He watched as you walked away, eyes zoning in on the slight sway of your hips. His ego wasn’t just bruised, oh no no. You had completely torn him a fucking new one. His knuckles tightened and flexed over the material of the folder, bending it slightly. His eyes averted to the other receptionists who were quietly typing away. He wondered if they all had told you about his reputation, or if it was a specific receptionist. Either way, he was going to find out one way or another.
He stopped at Valentina’s desk, leaning over the expanse of it. The same way he did at your own cubicle. “Val, was it you querida?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Javi.” The young receptionist glanced up at him briefly, before looking back down at the keyboard.
“Mhm. I’d suggest that you find new plans for Friday night.” He pushed himself up off her desk before he walked away, like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.
Murphy had the biggest fucking smirk on his face when his colleague returned to his desk and immediately grabbed a cigarette before tossing the box into the desk drawer and slammed it shut.
“Damn. She really had you by the balls, huh Peña?” Murphy did his best to hide his chuckling, but it was hard not to. It wasn’t everyday that he got to see Javi turned down like that.
“Don’t you fucking start with me, you fucking hillbilly.” Javier responded in a snappy tone as he quickly lit his cigarette and tossed the lighter down onto his desk without a care in the world.
“Ouch.” Murphy clutched his hand to his chest in faux pain to which Javi responded by flipping him off.
Yeah, you had ruffled his feathers pretty fucking good. That was for damn sure.
Y’know, awards shows really need the “Mean Girls” option.
Like a - everyone in this category is aces and choosing between yall is an impossible task- so we’re gonna break the award into pieces on stage and you each get a piece- but you’re all able to say you won and it counts as the whole award.
