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note — NSFW. whelp. if anyone wanted proof of me being clinically insane, this is what you could show them. not only has all of my free time been devoted to watching anything with pedro pascal in it, this is also what i think about while watching these anythings. i know there are people out there who have loved him for longer and are even more obsessed than i, so i figured i would share my personal headcanons for the PPCU (pedro pascal cinematic universe, duh). big love for any fans of pedrito - nat

MANDO

- VIRGIN with a capital V

- did you see how he reacted when grogu touched his face? this man has not been touched since he was a child

- he grew up with the mandalorians but he was exposed to suggestive behaviors because, helloooo, bounty hunter

- you have to coax him into it, but it doesn't take much, since he plans on keeping you around long term

- plus, you're so good with the kid

- you provide him a safe space to explore both himself and also your body and he has no idea how lucky he is for it

- doesn't make very much noise, but loves to listen to you

- he won't last long, he’s so sensitive from years of going untouched, but this man's recovery time???

- unparalleled

- he also has the dick of a space porn star and doesn't know it

- but seriously, rice purity score is NOT lower than 90, and most of the boxes he checks are "running-from-the-police" related

- he really wants to be held and have someone run their hands through his hair and kiss his neck and hold his hands is that too much to ask???

EZRA

- his words are where he gets you

- who knew dirty talk could sound so elegant??? and poetic??

- what a tease he is, too

- he pants so heavily right in your ear holy sweet lord

- and loves to laugh during sex

- he doesn't take himself super seriously unless he gets super into it, which has been known to happen from time to time

- safe words have been used between you two, which there's no shame in, but he's so good to you afterward

- he loves aftercare, and being gentle and sweet after a rough session

- asks you what you want and makes you beg for it

- makes you feel like you're in control but really, he's the one in control

- will make you cum before he does

- kinky kinky boy, almost always willing to try what you want him to

- loves to pin you down, but after he loses his arm it becomes a bit harder, so he settles for holding you flush against his chest as you squirm in his strong grip

FRANKIE

- a little soft spoken, but will whisper in your ear in public because he knows it gets you riled up

- will stare you down from across the room with bedroom eyes

- he's got that pilot's precision if you know what i mean aha

- he's honest with you about what he likes and has no qualms about telling you up front

- gives off switch energy, but you're gonna have to really make it worth his while if you want to fuck him

- a very gentle touch, which he would love to be reciprocated

- he aches from years in the service, his back, his knees, his shoulders

- would probably drop dead if you gave him a massage as foreplay

WHISKEY

- what an arrogant piece of shit

- "gorgeous, darlin', sweetheart, sugar"

- he will butter you up like a roll on thanksgiving goddamn

- so straightforward, and very up in your face, but it got you to sleep with him the first time you met him, so you can't say it doesn't work

- not the best with his fingers, but dear lord that tongue does wonders when he's not talking

- is a man on a mission to please you

- will spend an absurd amount of time between your thighs, and loves to feel you try to push him away when you get oversensitive

- loves it when you get feisty

- pull his hair, bite down a little harder than usual, push him down onto the bed or forcefully unbuckle his pants and this man will be putty in your hands

- is SO LOUD, and expects the same from you

- doesn't understand that because you're not screaming to the heavens doesn't mean he's doing a bad job

- associates volume with pleasure which isn't always the case

- that's something you'll have to work on with him, but he's a patient man

JAVIER PEÑA

- keeps condoms and lube on hand at almost all times

- ohhhh boy is this man willing to go at it wherever, whenever, you name it

- will fuck you until he sweats, and keeps going afterward

- and will definitely do you right

- he fucks to feel in control, so good luck trying to take control with this one

- almost tries to distance himself from you at first, but really it scares him that he cares so much

- there's just something about orgasming at the same time as you that just makes his whole week, and your hole weak (ahaha)

- likes to fuck you from behind and fuck you roughly, hands both occupied at the same time, mouth on you, and dick inside you

- very hands on, but can be sweet afterward

- this man kisses like no other you've ever kissed before, he leaves you breathless

MARCUS MORENO

- leads by example wink wink

- will show you what he wants done to him, and is pretty vanilla, but in a good way

- is big on foreplay and also aftercare, probably one of the sweeter ones on the list

- he's almost methodical in his sex, very routine, but willing to deviate for you

- gentle, but deep, languid strokes

- thinks he's quieter than he actually is

- always has a lot on his mind, so he really appreciates it when you can ease some of his tension

- secretly was really experimental in college

- very attentive to your needs and likes to tease

- morning sex is his thing. when he gets home from a long day, he wants to eat and relax and sleep. but in the morning? before anyone is up and before breakfast is even being considered, he likes to wake you up with sweet bruises and roaming hands

MARCUS PIKE

- marcus is the type of man to respect your boundaries fully, keep copies of toys he knows you like at his house, and surprise you at work with flowers and a dirty quickie in the bathroom because you've wanted to try it so badly

- a more traditional way of thinking on sex, and semi-reluctant to do anything involving his ass, but will try it for you if you really want him to

- a very quick learner, this one, and incredibly intuitive

- what he lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm

- it's almost like he can read your mind, when he uses just the right amount of pressure and uses just the right motion to make you cum for him

- you have no idea how anyone could give this up, let alone break his heart

- his favorite thing is having you ride him, your face buried in his neck as you grind your hips down as he whispers praise in your ear

- marcus isn't super kinky, but i'm sure you can convince him to try something new every once in a while

MAX PHILLIPS

- OFFICE. DESK. SEX.

- "a private word with you in my office, please."

- so very seductive. the hand on the small of your back gets you going and he knows it, but he'll have to be more subtle if he wants to keep you

- another one who will butter you up to get you to sleep with him. he's very obvious about it, so it may or may not work first time. regardless he's up for a challenge

- pays so much attention to your neck. you will have to invest in many turtlenecks if you want to be with max

- big on eye contact, except for the exception of fucking you senseless over his desk

- obviously, a vampire, so he's absolutely magic between your thighs

- is very personable with everyone else, mainly because he's a business major, but he LOVES to make you jealous, this man LIVES off of it

- will one hundred percent expect you to be putty in his arms immediately, and treats it as a competition if you aren't

- he WILL take it personally and will make it a personal goal of his to get you to like him and want to fuck him without using his powers

- a game of cat and mouse

- does not care at all about being loud in the workplace, but he likes to see you struggle to keep quiet, even if everyone else can hear you anyway

MAXWELL LORD

- has suCH a praise kink wow

- his favorite thing is to hear you moan and tell him he’s doing a good job

- a little more vanilla than his counterparts but does like to take control and be a little rough

- a switch sometimes, falls into ruts where he just wants someone to take care of him

- but he WILL NOT ASK FOR IT. his pride won't let him

- at first, he’s not as mindful of you as you’d like him to be

- his sex is fast and unpleasant with hands everywhere and mouths and teeth and touch

- so you sit him down, and show him what you like. very slow and sensual

- you take your time with him, and he eventually starts to do the same with you

OBERYN MARTELL

- remember din's rice purity score? yeah, oberyn's is maybe ten. which is pushing it

- when you meet him, he knows what he likes, and is very particular about it

- he's done his fair share of experimenting, but he's willing to try new things, if there's anything new to be tried

- takes control inside and outside the bedroom

- not afraid to show you your place

- he's the kinky one in the relationship, and he will let you explore his body all you want

- if he doesn't like it he will kindly redirect you, his hands on yours, stroking and tugging and redirecting pressure and placement so that you learn his body in and out

- loves to watch you with his girls and boys. what an exhibitionist this man is

- for most people, they have to choose between quantity or quality in their sex lives. oberyn martell is not most people

- he is a prince, and will not let you forget it, but likes it when you talk back and he has to punish you

PERO TOVAR

- the roughest one on the list, but not the kinkiest

- sex to him when he's at his worst is just a way for him to feel good and relieve stress

- when he's at his best, it's a way for him to make you scream his name

- very possessive about what's his, and if he has to show it in front of everyone else for them to know that he will do it

- this man fucks like a rabbit. how does he find the time??? nobody knows

- his libido is so high. you have no idea how he isn't absolutely spent at the end of a long day of fighting and training and wandering, but he'll fuck you where you lay if you let him and you're too tired to move

- once you accidentally walked in on him stroking himself, and the AUDACITY OF HIM

- he smirked, groaned, and asked you to help him out

- who could resist a man like that

when he’s sick headcanons

note — can you tell i was in a francisco morales mood when i wrote this? also, i’m incredibly soft. i just wanna hold them :’( also also send me your  own headcanons!! i wanna hear ‘em!! big love <3 - nat

MANDO

- he doesn’t know how he survived all those bouts of sickness alone when you step in to help him for the first time

- his body aches, and not the usual after-bounty-capture either

- his head is foggy, he can feel the sweat in his helmet, and his breathing is hard

- he can’t tell if it’s coming through the modulator, but when you bring soup up to the cockpit for him, he knows you know

- he takes it gratefully, knowing that if there was nobody else here he would have just gone to bed to sleep it off, dinner vetoed for the night

- your cold fingers wrap around the back of his neck, moving his cape as you do so, and he melts into you

- he doesn’t know that he lets out the smallest whimper when you do this, and it makes you want to tear off his helmet, pull him into your arms, and hold him until he’s better

- but you can’t, so you settle for a hand on his neck, and the tilt of a helmet when he drinks the soup in front of you, as requested

- he definitely has a fever, and maker knows what else

- so you tell him to get some rest, that you’d watch the ship and get him if anything went wrong

- you supervise him down the ladder, just in case, which he finds funny and sweet

- you wish you could squish into his bunk with him, but you don’t want to invade on his personal space, especially while he’s hot and sick

- you you settle into the cockpit, the ship on cruise control, and you check on him every once in a while, keeping grogu occupied and quiet while he gets some well deserved rest

EZRA

- you knew he would get it

- right after you recovered from your illness, he started displaying symptoms of the same one you had just gotten over

- shortness of breath, fever, aches, lethargy

- he had taken such good care of you, so it was only fair that you’d do the same in return

- resources were sparse and quarters were cramped on the green, but you did what you could to make him as comfortable as possible

- his feverish back was pressed up against your chest in a cot designed for one after he’d stripped down to his underwear to avoid overheating

- he really enjoyed you being the big spoon sometimes, and now was one of those times

- when he got too hot from your shared body heat though, you would sit on the floor next to the cot and stroke right behind his ear to get him to fall asleep

- you made sure he ate as much as he could keep down, and you gave him all the fluids you could spare for his speedy recovery

- it broke your heart to see your usually verbose boy so quiet and in pain

- he muttered fever nonsense to no one and whimpered in his sleep

- you moved your cot directly next to his in order to keep a close eye on him

- but you knew that with time he would heal, and that as soon as he started talking to you again he was getting better

FRANKIE

- he sweats through the sheets next to you in the early hours of the night

- you’re the one who wakes up first, and you honestly thought one of you had wet the bed because of how much liquid there was

- but you realize that it’s frankie, back drenched and sweating out whatever flu he had acquired from whoever he had gotten it from

- you wake him from what seemed to be a not great dream anyway, and when he realizes what happened, he apologizes, groggy from sleep and illness

- “no, no! i’m not mad, frankie, you just can’t sleep in this sweetheart. you’ll get more sick. how are you feeling?”

- he curls up deeper under the covers and you get out of bed to kneel next to him

- your hands card through his matted, sweat soaked hair, and you wipe the drops from his jaw

- “do you want a cool shower, baby? you’re soaked.” you suggest, but frankie is so out of it

- he was fine last night, you remember

- sure he didn’t eat dinner, and went to bed early, but you thought maybe he had a late lunch and a long day

- now, helping him out of bed to the shower, you understand that it was early onset symptoms of whatever he was battling

- he pressed heavily to your side and you’re nervous as you strip him down and get him into the tub

- he sways, and you’re not sure what you’ll do if he passes out, or hits his head, so you sit him down, take off the shower head, make sure the water coming out is room temperature, and you run she showerhead over his overheating body

- you’re careful not to get any water in his face and ears, and you don’t wash his hair, just his body with a gentle soap

- you figure this is one of the only times frankie will let you take care of him like this, so you milk it for all it’s worth

- you blow dry his hair on a low setting, just in case he has a headache, you change the sheets of your bed, you lay him down on his side and you bring him close to your chest

- which is how he falls asleep for the next few nights until his illness eventually subsides

WHISKEY

- he curls up in your lap on the couch as soon as he gets home from work, which is how you know something’s wrong

- but you ask him anyway

- “i don’t feel so great, sugar,”

- which scares you, because did he get drugged? is this just a regular illness? is this like a biowarfare mission gone wrong?

- you leave him to get the thermometer, and when you come back, he’s got sad eyes looking up at you that just break your heart

- turns out, it’s not biowarfare. just a fever of 100.4

- you slip your hands up the back of his shirt and it’s so warm, along with his forehead

- he moans weakly at your touch, worn and tired from his extensive mission that day

- he’s definitely been overexerting himself

- as you settle back onto the couch, he settles into your lap again

- you let him rest for a while, but not after long, you realize he’s fallen asleep, and you’re stuck there for god knows how long

- you turn the volume down on the tv just in case, and you stroke behind his ears and you play with his fingers

- it’s best to just let him sleep it off, and you're not opposed to letting him do it on your lap

- you imagine there are statesman resources you can use to help him, but if he’s feeling better after he’s slept it off, then maybe you won’t need to misuse them

JAVIER PEÑA

- you scared the shit out of him, knocking on his door like that

- in your blinding rage, filled with thoughts like “how dare he take the day off to bang hookers, to recover from his hangover, to generally be a hindrance to the fucking DEA,” you had not pondered the possibility that THE javier peña, was sick

- he’s pulling on a t-shirt just as he opens the door, wearing pajama pants, and it startles you to see him so disarmed and casual

- his eyes and nose are red, his hair is disheveled, and he looks... exhausted

- “wow, you look like shit."

- “i feel like shit,” he says, walking away from the door, sniffling

- you take this as an invitation in, and close the door behind you

- he collapses back onto his couch, where you assume he’s been all day, and wraps himself up in a thick afghan blanket

- his hands shake the slightest bit as he opens his lighter to ignite his cigarette

- you take a seat next to him and help him with his lighter, and he nods his thanks to you

- “you’re gonna be late,” he mutters, taking the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out smoke into his apartment, coughing it out halfway

- “i’ll call out,” you offer, eyes wandering up his blanket clad body

- he closes his eyes and lets his head rest on the back of the couch

- “go in. i’m just gonna sleep it off anyway,”

- you lean in close to him and press your hand against his forehead and he freezes, staring at you

- you run your hand down his neck and feel his warmth, and he melts into your touch just a little bit

- you offer to only call out for a few hours to get him settled and make sure he doesn’t die or something, and he lets you, simply because he knows his illness will only get worse

- when your time is up and you have to go back to work, javi’s eaten, gotten some fluids in him, and taken some pain meds

- you let him know that he can call you if he needs anything, and before you even walk out the door is sleeping contently on the couch

MARCUS MORENO

- you find out he’s sick when he calls you, and asks for a favor

- “hey, can you do me the biggest favor ever?”

- he’s super congested. at first you think it might not be him because of how grainy his voice is

- “i hate to do this to you on such short notice, but would you be able to pick up missy? i’m not feeling too hot right now.”

- when you make it back to their home, it's very clear why he thought he wouldn't be able to make it

- he's curled up in bed, tissues piled on his nightstand, trying to get some sleep, but clearly failing

- he notices the two of you come in, and you quietly usher missy away to her own room to entertain herself while her dad tries to get some rest

- he thanks you for picking up missy, and you tell him you'd be there for him whenever he needed you to be

- you make a special phone call as you care for marcus, keeping his curtains closed and running your cool hands up and down his back and shoulders until he felt like he could fall asleep

- you let him know that you'll be right back, that you were going to pick up a few things for him and that if he needed anything at all, just call

- knowing your chicken noodle soup skills were rusty, your special phone call had been to marcus' mother's house, where she had tupperware containers full of soup waiting for you to pick up for him

- when you get back to his house with pain meds, gatorade, and the soup, marcus is passed out in bed

- you don't want to wake him up, but you have a hunch that he hasn't eaten all day, so you whisper his name softly and lightly shake him awake

- he's so grateful and only eats a portion of what he normally does, but anything is better than nothing

- and you don't want him feeling even more sick as a result

- you end up eating the incredibly nostalgic and rich soup with missy at the table and talk to her about your day while marcus gets some sleep

MARCUS PIKE

- it's only when you get home from work that you realize something's wrong with marcus

- he's asleep on the couch

- which would have been fine, if you had worked overtime, or had gotten out late, but it was only four thirty

- plus, you two had planned on going to see a movie you he was excited about tonight in theatres and maybe grab dinner after

- the tv plays lowly in the background, and he hasn’t changed out of his work clothes yet

- he startles when you close and lock the door, and rubs his temples, eyes squeezed shut in pain

- "marcus, are you okay?"

- "yeah, i'm fine." he tells you, and when you mention the date, he looks shocked that he forgot about it

- "oh my god, you're right. i can’t believe i forgot, i’m so sorry babe, i'll get ready right now."

- you tell him it's no biggie, but he insists

- after you've taken off your work clothes and showered quickly for your date, you realize the two of you are most definitely staying in

- he's promptly fallen back asleep on the couch, and he looks adorable

- you put on your pajamas and he does too, and you settle into the couch behind marcus, flipping through channels with him

- he says he doesn't care what you watch, as long as it's not too bright or loud

- so you choose some old black and white movie with the subtitles on

- normally you're the one between his legs, as he rubs your shoulders and plays with your hair

- but this time, he's curled up into you, his back pressed up against your chest, his head tucked into your shoulder using it as a pillow

- you figure you didn't really want to see the new movie anyway, and decide takeout and casablanca was a better way to spend your time with your sick boyfriend

MAX PHILLIPS

- a big baby

- but he IS a vampire and DOES NOT get sick, which slips your mind completely when you come home after some overtime and find him paler than usual on the couch, his head in his hands

- you try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, and he refuses, but he caves when you sit down next to him and start stroking his head, and playing with the hair at the base of his neck

- he tells you that after the whole vampire fiasco with the company, he was set for a while, and has been feeling great, but he hasn’t had human blood in so long that it’s made him weak

- he gives you a sad puppy dog look, and you know he’s being an asshole about it, but you hate to see the dark circles under his eyes or the color his skin turns when he’s like this

- so you oblige, but you give him STRICT instructions to follow, otherwise you won’t do it again

- don’t take more than a pint, don’t leave unnecessary bruises, if you use your safe word he has to stop immediately, and he has to make it as quick and painless as he possibly can

- he nods enthusiastically, and pulls you into his lap

- he nuzzles into your neck, and grabs your chin, anchoring himself to you

- he blows softly on your skin, and presses hard kisses to the area to get your blood flowing and disarm you

- which isn’t fair because he knows your neck is so sensitive

- it’s a sharp prick when he ejects his fangs into your body and you stop moving completely, your hand fisting at his shirt, just listening to your breathing and his soft moans echoed against your skin

- out of habit your rub soothing circles into his back, more to sooth yourself then anything

- minutes pass, and you start to feel light headed and are about to tell him to stop when he pulls away, grinning ear to ear at you

- he’s back on your neck in seconds though, licking and sucking the leaking blood from the small holes he’s left in your skin

- now that, that feels much better than the bloodsucking that was going on originally

- you jump when he presses soft kisses to the sensitive area along your throat and dives a hand between your legs

- looks like someone’s feeling better already

MAX LORD

- tries to power through it as much as he can with pain killers and cough syrups, but after he almost passes out at dinner after a week of symptoms, you beg him to take at least a day off to recover

- that morning, his hair is a mess, he missed a button on his shirt, and his tie was uneven

- he was about to put on two different colored socks when he begrudgingly obliges

- you unbutton his shirt and help him take off his tie

- it’s easy to bring him back to bed after that, and you let him hold you from behind like a teddy bear, no matter how uncomfortable his arm is shoved under your neck

- usually he likes to be held, but he can feel his own back burning up, so he decides to hold you instead

- he whimpers in his sleep, plagued by fever dreams and his traumatic past

- so when he wakes you up in the middle of the night, something he so very rarely does, you’re concerned

- “i’m sorry, for waking you, i just... i just need... you... i want—“

- it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he needs a hug

- you hold him and rub his back until he falls back asleep again, in your arms

- when he wakes up with a killer headache, you fight to keep him in bed again, rubbing his temples and pressing kisses to his forehead

- he falls back asleep in less than five minutes

- needless to say, one more day off couldn’t hurt

OBERYN MARTELL

- it’s not often than he gets sick, surprisingly, considering how close he gets to so many different people

- when you arrive at his chambers that morning, the guards seem keen on not letting you in

- you argue with them, but they insist oberyn didn’t want anyone in there

- you call them out, obviously upset and visibly frustrated when his doors creak open and you see him, in a robe, hair messy and pressed down to his forehead

- he quietly tells the guard to let you in, and you’re a little confused

- he sits down on his bed and looks up at you with guilty eyes

- “apologies, my love, but I don't want you to see me like this”

- you scoff and roll your eyes at him, moving in front of him

- you take his head in your hands, and he stares up at you

- “apology accepted, but i’m offended, my prince.”

- he scrunches his eyebrows and presses his chin to your stomach

- you run your hands through his hair and he brings his hands to your waist

- “you think mere illness could keep me away? keep me away from you?”

- his confusion melts into a small smile, and he lets his head rest against your belly as you pull him into you

- “can i get you anything, oberyn? wine, medicine?”

- “no, my love. just you is enough for me.”

PERO TOVAR

- wants to be left alone for the most part

- grumpy in general, and it doesn't get better when he's sick

- he'll let you wipe a cool cloth over his forehead and neck, and doesn't complain

- he says he doesn’t want you there because he doesn’t want you to catch what he has

- you know, survival rates are low for things like this at this point in history

- but really, like oberyn, he doesn’t want you to see him weak

- he’s afraid it’ll ruin your image of him in your mind

- william asks you to get some rest, as they can’t afford to risk more days at the campsite with sick travelers

- so you oblige, keeping your distance from pero, but you stay vigilant

- you stand guard for him for most of the night, listening to him breathe, watching his chest rise and fall, until you eventually fall asleep too

- but you’re up early, with the rest of the men, except pero, who sleeps well into daylight

- the rest of them take off, desperate to find something for dinner, but you stay back with him, stroking his forehead, a gentleness that’s rarely ever been afforded to him, listening to him ramble half in english, half in spanish, but he has your full attention

- it would be a rough few days until he recovered, but his muttered thanks and appreciation for you was more than enough for you to do it all over again if he ever needed you to

when you sleep with him for the first time headcanons

note—it gets a little suggestive during oberyn's part, but nothing too crazy. i use sleep here in it's purest form by the way, so enjoy! let me know if you have any ideas for the next one! me and the boys are open to suggestions ;)

MANDO

- mando has always allowed you his bunk to sleep, whenever you like

- when you stayed with him on the razor crest and watched the kid, he was always more than willing to give it up anytime you needed sleep

- he didn't sleep much anyway, and usually your sleeping schedules didn't overlap

- but boba fett's ship doesn't have much space to begin with, let alone enough space for all of the crew mates he's happened to find recently

- which mean's you and mando, having already been living together and already know each other, were sleeping together, in the same small bunk, at the same time

- he offered to sleep on the floor, or pressed up against the wall

- but you got mad at him for even suggesting such a thing

- there was more than enough space for the two of you to sleep, you argued, though there was barely enough room for one

- it was comical, trying to press up against him, and find a spot comfortable enough for the both of you to lay

- it was jarring to you when he removed a single pauldron for you to rest your head on his clothed shoulder

- you felt like you had violated him in some way, seeing him just the lightest bit more bare than usual

- though you were slightly uncomfortable from the rest of the beskar pressing up into your body, you were lulled to sleep in minutes from the sound of his steady heartbeat

EZRA

- the cots had never been a long term solution

- that you knew

- so when the morning comes around, and your cot drops your ass on the floor, you wish you gotten new sleeping arrangements the last time you were in town

- you were just wishing it had taken longer for them to fall apart the way they had

- there wasn't much on the green, in terms of furnishing markets

- the cots had been the only barrier between you and the floor, and now, there was nothing protecting you from the frigid, uninsulated ground of your broken down ship

- it was ezra who offered up the idea: put one blanket down on the floor, and use the other one to cover the both of you with

- you took a second to ponder it, thinking of any idea, any reason that could be used to save you from having to sleep next to ezra, the man who had been so warm and kind to you, but you had frozen him out, because of your ridiculous crush on him

- you offered up the idea of just disassembling the cots and using the cloths as protection from the cold

- but this wiseass pulls out the cloth from the cot and his blanket and compares the two, and there's no way the cloth is going to have any integrity making contact with the ground

- so you agree, and when nightfall comes, you're too exhausted from harvesting all day to fight with him

- he puts his blanket down as protection, and you all but collapse on top of in

- ezra does you the service of tucking you in, before climbing in next to you, and you're soothed by his warmth

- not soothed enough that you fall asleep immediately, still unnerved by the idea of sleeping so close to him, hearing him breathe, feeling him move

- but he throws his good arm over your body and pulls you into him, muttering something about the cold

- and your heart melts just a little bit as you fall asleep, pressed up against his chest

FRANKIE

- frankie had been upset for weeks after his divorce, which was to be expected

- but everything had been so stressful on him, and you were getting worried for his mental health

- he hadn't been answering calls, he'd cancelled plans with you last minute, which is something he never did, and he hadn't been doing anything for himself, just living in a rut of paperwork, sleeping, eating, and going to work

- so when he calls you up to ask you to go camping with him, you obviously say yes

- it's almost a two hour drive to the campsite, and frankie is fairly quite, which isn't usual, but you get some good music going and some good conversation going, and soon enough, you and frankie are laughing and singing your heads off on your way there

- it's getting dark when you arrive, and you make quick work of getting everything out of his car when he realizes something is off

- "oh no" he exclaims, and you fear the worst

- "what? what's wrong?"

- "I brought the small tent."

- "how small is the small tent?"

- "i brought the four-person tent, not the ten person tent."

- "are you kidding frankie? i'm sure we'll fit in a four-person—“

- "i'm telling you, it's not as big as you think it is, trust me."

- when the tent is complete, four-person is an exaggeration

- it's a four-person tent if the four-people were sardine packed and the size of children

- it's going to be just enough room for both you and frankie to lie down in with your sleeping bags

- but that's for a later time, because frankie has marshmallows to roast and lots of things to tell you after he's been ignoring you for a whole week

- he apologizes and you sit next to him at the firepit on your site, and you listen to him talk, and give him advice, and rest your head on his shoulder

- and when it's late into the night and you two go to retreat to bed, you have to squish up against his broad shoulders that seem so much broader in the small tent

- and when he wakes with nightmares of his fighting buddies and far too many sleepless nights, he pulls you close to him, and falls asleep again, until the sunlight streams through the front flap of the tent far too early in the morning

WHISKEY

- that day’s mission was harsh

- it had you spent, not only physically, but mentally as well

- as you lie awake in your bed, you realize you’re not getting to sleep tonight, whether or not you had another important mission that morning

- the hotel bed was creaky and entirely not your bed from home and the air conditioner was broken so it was freezing

- you figure there’s no better time than the present, and you’re well aware whiskey is right next door

- if he’s awake, you’ll ask him to have a drink with you, and if he’s asleep, you can just hop into bed with him

- he’s a deep sleeper anyway

- you’re careful turning the knob into his room, just in case he’s asleep, and you spot him in his bed, on his side, breathing softly, room cloaked in darkness

- you come around on his side of the bed and you whisper his name

- he stirs a little

- you debate going back to your room and just toughing it out, but he doesn’t give you the chance

- he’s up, groggy and hair tousled and in just a plain t-shirt

- “sweetheart? what are you doin’ here? what’s goin’ on?”

- you tell him you didn’t want to sleep alone tonight, and he wipes the sleep from his eyes and squints at you, using only the moonlight to help him see

- “what kind of gentleman would i be if i refused you my bed?”

- this makes you smile, and he lifts the covers for you to get in with him

- you plant your head on his shoulder and drape an arm over his chest, cozying up to him as close as possible

- his hand rests comfortably on your back, and he breathes rhythmically

- and you’re silently grateful he doesn’t ask questions, just lets you curl up into his side ands lets you fall asleep with him there

JAVIER PEÑA

- it happened in a flurry of passion and kisses, hands roaming his body and yours after a far too close dance with death

- if it had not been for his bulletproof vest, he'd be lying in a hospital or a morgue

- but he wasn't

- his body was warm and so was yours and the ride to his apartment was far too quiet for your liking and his

- it was only appropriate you accompanied him for a drink after such a great victory for the DEA, but it had taken a toll on both of you, mentally

- you more so than him, which is why you ended up drinking much more than you normally would have when you drank with javi

- he tried to laugh away the stress, complaining about his sore and bruised ribs, but the room was still tense

- emotions ran rampant through your body, and when he brings it up, tears start to pool in your eyes at the thought seeing him for the last time, in a suit, at his own funeral he wouldn't attend if he had the choice

- he sets his drink down and pulls you into his arms, holding your waist and cupping the back of your neck, stroking behind your ear as he listens to you cry softly in his shoulder

- he reassures you he's fine, nothing happened to him, and you pull away from him, grab his face, and stare into his eyes

- he smiles kindly at your own red ringed eyes, irritated from crying, as you try to memorize each streak of brown in his own

- it's too much for the both of you, and you pull him into a kiss

- his mouth is surprisingly soft compared to your own drunk passion, and as much as he'd love to take you right then and there on his couch, he knows he'd regret it if you woke up the next morning and regretted it too

- so he entertains the kiss, not that he minds, and leads you to his bedroom

- where the silk sheets and heavy comforter that smell so strongly of javier peña pull you to sleep next to him, faster than you'd like to admit

MARCUS MORENO

- missy and your daughter had always gotten along very well

- you were very familiar with marcus, and could even call yourselves friends to an extent

- your daughters were very intelligent little girls, and knew that if they got the two of you talking when you came to pick your daughter from his house, they would have at least another hour to play while you two chatted endlessly about boring adult things

- for missy's birthday party, she had wanted all of her friends over for a huge sleepover, and of course her father caved

- he couldn't say no to her no matter how much he tried

- marcus, the genius he was, figured that if the kids were all under one roof having fun, why not let the adults have fun too?

- everyone was invited

- the kids would have lots of different fun activities to choose from, from swimming, to games in the backyard, and a movie night under the stars outside

- and the adults were welcome to stay, chat, drink, and play adult card games marcus had saved for special occasions

- the night of the sleepover, a dozen children and adults were packed into his backyard, watching some new movie he had rented the missy was excited about

- but it was freezing, and you hadn't expected to be outside for so long

- marcus realizes this and he leans over quietly, so not to disturb the movie

- "are you cold?"

- "oh! no, it's okay, i'll be fine—“ you try to excuse yourself, but he gets up without a word, and returns with a sweatshirt of his

- it fits snugly over your head, and completely eliminated the chill in your bones

- it doesn't take long for your eyes to start getting heavy, and soon enough, you're passed out on marcus' shoulder

- "what if we camp out here for the night?" he suggests, and the kids are more than excited

- the adults know what he's up to

- but they let him anyway

- it'll be great to tease him about later, and besides, you guys are adorable together

MARCUS PIKE

- working together with marcus was always a joy

- he was always very respectful and funny

- you knew he had his heart broken more than once in the past, so even though you dropped hints that you'd want something more with marcus, you let him take it at his own pace

- when you dropped by his place that night, with important new documents you had received right before you left work and chinese food, you're ecstatic when he lets you in

- you spend hours pouring over the documents, making sure every single detail was covered and examined, when you realize how tired you are, and how loud the rain is coming down outside his window

- "it's getting really late. i should leave," you say, but marcus stops you

- "you could always, y'know, stay the night if you wanted. i'd let you have my bed."

- you smiled at him, but politely decline, as you wouldn't want to kick him out of his bed, but you yawn again

- "look, you're exhausted, and it's pouring" he points out, "you know most accidents happen by people falling asleep behind the wheel when it's raining?"

- you laugh at him

- "you just made that up,"

- "i did, but you should stay. if you don't want to i totally understand, but you'd be missing out. my bed is really comfortable."

- "is that why you're always late to work?" you quip, and close the files

- he gasps in mock shock

- "that was one time, and my alarm didn't go off," he claims, smiling at you

- he lends you a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and you pretend to not see a slight blush on his face when you walk out into his bedroom with them on

- marcus was right when he said his bed was really comfortable

- somehow, in the middle of the night, you two find each other, his face pressed into your shoulder, your arms wrapped around him, and the rain comes down even harder

MAX PHILLIPS

- "i just need some space from him, is all."

- that's all you had to tell him for max phillips to be on your side, rubbing your shoulder and telling you that all men suck anyway, you didn't need that jerk of a boyfriend to be happy

- well, now ex-boyfriend

- of course he had ulterior motives, and you knew this, but you didn’t care

- your heart wanted someone to watch movies with and eat a pint of ice cream out of the tub with you, and if max was the one who would do that, you’d settle with him for the night

- the way he pulled you into his arms, and pressed his body up against yours, was more than comforting

- he made funny jokes, tried tickling you, anything he could think of to get you to smile for him

- and for the most part, you did

- you were sick of your ex bringing the mood down the way he did, no matter how much you missed him

- the movie has gotten boring a long time ago, but you listened to max’s breathing, and felt his chest rise and fall behind you, and it was enough to lull you to sleep

- and he would’ve woken you up, to take you to his bed, but he was scared you’d leave to go home if he did

- so he took his couch throw, pulled it over the two of you, turned off the television, and settled back as you got comfortable on his chest

- this was a side of max phillips you’d never seen before, and you didn’t expect to see any time soon

- so you relished in it, and let sleep pull you in

MAXWELL LORD

- his head aches, and his eye is still bleeding on the plane back to washington d.c.

- the ride back is silent, save for the rumbling of the engine

- he rests his head against the wall of the airplane for most of the ride there, and you take comfort in knowing while he’s asleep, he’s not in pain

- when he starts getting restless, having what you think is a nightmare, you start holding his hand, stroking your thumb up and down his soft skin

- it takes him a minute, but he calms down, and you don’t let go of his hand

- with nothing to do but watch him sleep, you decide taking a nap too would be your best option

- which is when the plane hits a particularly rough patch of turbulence

- he bounces awake, nervous and alert, and you tell him it’s just the plane, everything’s fine

- when you pull him into your shoulder, he takes the opportunity to fall back asleep

- you can feel the tension in his neck just by having him rest his head on your shoulder

- you keep a firm grip on his hand, when your own eyes start to get heavy

- your head rests on his, and the rest of the ride there is smooth and painless

OBERYN MARTELL

- he had been pursuing you for quite some time

- as the second son of a king, he was more than accustomed to people saying yes to appease him

- he was forward with you, and you were forward back with him, and he liked that

- it was your words that told him you weren't looking for anything long term, that if he were to pleasure you, and you him, he would be nothing more than a simple one night stand

- boy did he prove you wrong

- your legs were so weak afterward, you couldn't bare to get up

- he took incredibly good care of you, squeezing your sore thighs and rubbing your aching muscles, pressing kisses up and down your back, brushing the hair out of your face

- it only increased your attraction to him when he brought in more people, caring for them and having them care for you, and by the time you had finished, you felt as though you couldn't physically go another round that night

- he purred in your ear that every night with him would be a night like this, and you whined back, making him grin and capture your mouth in a passionate kiss

- you didn't mean to fall sleep with him, but all the nibbling bites at your ear and the serotonin coursing through your veins had you spent for the night

- he let you sleep, and even stayed for a while before being summoned for an important meeting

- you made a mental note that eventually, you two would need to do that again, because you slept like a baby the whole night through

PERO TOVAR

- it's below freezing when you settle down for sleep that night

- no matter how much wind the tent tried to keep out, it just wasn't enough

- you're bundled up in all the clothes you had brought with you, the only blanket that could be spared, anything that could try to keep you warm, but nothing’s working

- the cold just bleeds through the blanket and your clothes, into your legs and chest and bones so that you can’t fall asleep if you tried

- you figure the only way you’ll be able to get any rest to be ready for the next day, is to go find a warmer place to sleep

- if the fire’s still going, you’ll rest there

- you shiver as you pick up your things, but your interrupted by tovar, who comes in with a thick fur blanket wrapped around his shoulders

- “where are you going?”

- “i was just going to sleep next to the fire,” you say, trying to keep the chill out of your voice

- “it’s going to be cold tonight. lay down.” he instructs, and you oblige

- he lays the blanket down over you and climbs underneath it next to you, so that your shoulders touch and watch him for a second before he turns over and tries to go to sleep without a word

- you pull the blanket up to your shoulders and you feel ten times warmer already, but it’s the heat from tovar that really entices you

- so you push back against him, your back against his, and fall asleep with the warmth of his muscles against yours

when you want him to choke you headcanons

note — NSFW. this bitch is kinky. obviously. lost of choking references, a little breathplay at the end there. all of the boys are willing in one way or another because pedro plays them, alright?? i believe in my heart that that man is kinky as hell. good morning and good night. happy superbowl. fuck you tom brady. big love to every one else besides tom brady <3

warnings: choking, penetrative sex, breathplay

MANDO

- is stunned

- you want him... to do what??

- excuse me??

- choke you?? like, with his hands??

- in the heat of the moment you guide his huge, bare hand to the softness of your throat

- he can feel the vibrations of your whimpers against the webbing of his hand and he almost blows his load right then and there

- the idea that he can wreck you like that gets him excited

- the first few times it gets his adrenaline pumping, but then he really starts to want to get closer to you, pull you in closer, fuck you on his lap in the cockpit while the baby naps in the pod

- he finds it interesting, all of these kinks, and never gets bored of them, but he's a simple man

- he's just glad you want to share these experiences with him and provide such a stable source of pleasure for him in his life that used to be so devoid of it

EZRA

- finds it quite hard to choke you with one hand, but willing to oblige you

- he's afraid of putting too much weight on your neck, so he refuses to do it in any position where he doesn't have much control

- but he ends up getting really into it

- he finds it so arousing, the dubious nature of it

- he likes the idea of being so in control of you, being able to control your breaths, your breathing

- he quite literally has your life in his hands, and it gets him rock hard

- he likes to control your moans, cut them off with his hand while you're riding him, pretending like you two have to be quiet

- will definitely ask you to let him do it again sometime

FRANKIE

- frankie is a little taken aback when you ask

- but you're so needy, mewling and whimpering underneath him

- he squeezes your jaw hard, and presses his mouth to it

- his husky voice reverberates against your nerves, and his lips move passionately across your skin before his hand moves to tilt your head up for better access

- it's like he can read your mind

- just the right pressure, just the right grasp, and can easily read when it starts to become uncomfortable

- he loves the way you anchor yourself to him by grabbing his wrist, pushing him in closer and pulling him back when it becomes too much

- communication is super important for him, so being able to gauge when he's getting too into it and what kinds of pressure you like are vital

- he loves the way you moan when he does it, so eventually, he's going to ask you to do it to him as well

WHISKEY

- a bit more vanilla than you'd expect from someone so forward, but is interested in this particular kink you have

- he'll trace the shell of your ear with his fingers, brush the side of your jaw, play with you lower lip, before cupping his hand lightly to your throat

- he likes to see how you fit so well in his hand, the way you gasp and shudder for him when he forces your chin up to look him in the eye

- the way his lip curls up when he realizes how smitten you are for him, the way he could tell you to do anything and you'd probably do it with the heat of his hand flush against your neck

- you have to show him how to do it properly, in order to not crush your windpipe, but he gets the hang of it swiftly enough

- is very possessive, and WILL allude to it in public

- he'll wrap his arm around your shoulders, and brush his fingers up against your neck

- he'll say you have something on your neck and go to wipe it away, his fingers splayed down the side of it

- he smiles when he sees your goosebumps, and you know you're in for it when you get home

JAVIER PEÑA

- he likes to kiss you with his hand wrapped around your neck

- to feel your heartbeat through your throat

- if it speeds up when he does it, he knows he's doing something right

- when he takes you from behind, he likes tugging on your hair, wrapping a hand securely around your throat so you know you're not going anywhere

- he really likes it, actually

- he loves the feeling of pressing you impossibly closer into him

- he likes to admire your beautiful throat, when your chest is pressed up against his and he's fucking up into you

- he'll grab your hair at the roots, and pull back on it, to wrap his fingers securely around the base of your throat, keeping you there

- his hands find every erogenous part of you they can, so to have one more spot he knows he can get you off with, that's all the more pleasure from javi

MARCUS MORENO

- he laughs mischievously when you ask him to do it

- he likes to get your blood rushing to all the hottest parts of you first

- he plants wet kisses to your neck, his nose pressing hard into your skin

- the way you heat up for him, and get so excited when he does it

- his free hand finds a way between your thighs and the other one curls around your throat

- it's great for when you're getting too loud and he's afraid you'll wake missy or alert the neighbors, even

- he loves listening to you pant heavily after you're done

- he also loves feeling you dig your nails into his back when you orgasm and his hand is wrapped around your throat

- those scratches aren't terribly difficult to hide, and the idea that you've marked him up as yours is reward enough for indulging in your requests

MARCUS PIKE

- will be the most reluctant, as nobody has ever asked this of him before

- he's scared of hurting you, but you seem to get really into it

- he's in awe of you when you push his hand harder and harder into your neck, moaning and whimpering soft and broken from underneath his grip

- he's not actually the one in charge here, but with his hand wrapped around your windpipe, her certainly feels like he is

- he doesn't want to leave bruises, and definitely checks up on you after the sex or the make out session

- you tell him that he doesn't have to worry as much, but that doesn't give him peace of mind

- it's only when you gently introduce him to the receiving end of it does he understand

- he doesn't like it as much as when you're writing and moaning underneath him, but he figures that if you like it, and he's really not hurting you, he doesn't mind you wrapping his fingers around your neck sometimes

MAX PHILLIPS

- max has always loved your neck, nipping at it, leaving hickeys, pressing his fingers into the pliable skin there

- so when you beg him to choke you, to force all the air out of your chest, to wrap his long fingers around your throat

- he doesn't need to be told twice

- he loves it so much, he starts doing it without needing to be asked

- he presses you up against a wall, or pins you to the bed, and squeezes just enough for you to just barely be able to breathe

- he fucks hard when he chokes you

- you swear you almost pass out when he does it, but he allows you to pull his hands back if he's getting too rough

- he likes to feel your hands wrapped around his throat too, mainly because he doesn't need to breathe, so seeing you fall apart on top of him, seeing your hands wrapped around such a delicate piece of him, squeezing as hard as you can as you ride out your orgasm

- he loves nothing more than orgasms, necks, and good business. and two out of three isn't bad

MAXWELL LORD

- he frames your face with his hands, thumbs tracing your cheeks, and you almost melt at his soft touch

- maxwell is usually quite eager, but gentle in the best ways

- the best part about when he chokes you and fucks you at the same time, is that he subconsciously squeezes in time with each of his thrusts

- his arm frames your head and his face is so close you yours and you just can't help trying to moan around his hand

- he loves loves loves hearing you moan, so usually he'll let up to allow them to escape your mouth

- but then he's right back on it, because he knows that the more he does it, the closer you'll get, and the louder you'll be

- his rings dig marks into your neck, but you love the cold contrast to the warmth of his fingers

OBERYN MARTELL

- will most definitely choke you if you ask him to

- he likes to have you demonstrate for him just exactly how you like it

- your breath hinges in your throat when he takes your hand in his, and presses it underneath his jaw, right above his adams apple

- and you press into his neck and his eyes narrow before he take you and pushes you down onto whatever surface is closest so he can fuck you

- he lights a fire in your core that's impossible to extinguish without him

- he likes to come up from behind you, wrap his hand around your throat, and shove his hand into your pants or up your dress or around whatever you're wearing

- and he loves to feel you push back against him when he does it

- he knows he's got you right where he wants you in that case

- his fingers flex around your throat and he tries to cover as much area at once

- he believes in allowing you to be as loud as you want, since he wants all of dorne to know how good of a lover he is

- but if his fingers are wrapped around your throat, he doesn't mind swallowing all of your moans in a kiss

PERO TOVAR

- tries to choke you out with two hands at first

- you really gotta slow him down and show him the ropes

- sometimes he gets excited about it, other times he's less enthusiastic

- but he loves pleasing you, deep down inside that cold heart of his

- which is why he obliges the request

- once he gets the hang of it, its over for you bitches

- he's up in your ear, panting and whispering dirty things, downright filthy things

- and he squeezes your neck tightly, his fingers wrapped snugly around your throat

- you swear his one hand almost wraps the entire way around, his fingers are so long

- he prefers fast and dirty sex, so this kind of kink is right up his alley

- especially because of how rough he can be with you

- when you two get close, he starts squeezing tighter and tighter, until you almost cant breathe, and your release, when he finally lets go, is one of the best orgasms you've ever had

- which is how pero accidentally discovers his breathplay kink

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 3

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Summary: You found yourself in a complicated situation, but thankfully Javi is there for you.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3.5 k

Warnings: Swearing. Angst and comfort. Reader is attacked. SMUT. Male masturbation. Mention of P in V sex. Mention of fingering. Mention of oral sex (f receiving). Mention of hair pulling. Cumming inside implied.

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•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Diego was quite a character. His jokes weren't as funny as Javier's, and he wasn't as enchanting, but, you know, he had his own charm. Kind of.

He was a military man, designated by the Colombian government to the DEA's search block as reinforcement. You had seen him with Javier and Murphy several times, working closely with them, going on raids, and capturing a couple of Escobar's sicarios.

He had a certain maturity about him, which was expected given his background, but there was also an air of smugness that occasionally crept through. Perhaps it was his confidence in his military training or the nature of the dangerous work he was involved in. Either way, it was clear that Diego was a capable and intelligent individual.

As you continued talking, you began to appreciate the depth of Diego's knowledge about the operations and the challenges faced by the DEA in their pursuit of Escobar. However, you also noticed that he was a straightforward and serious man. When you attempted to inject humor into the conversation, he either didn't catch it or chose to ignore it.

You couldn't help but compare your conversations with Diego to the ones you had with Javier. You missed Javier's sense of humor and the feeling that he genuinely listened and cared about what you were saying. In contrast, Diego appeared more focused on showcasing his job and emphasizing his importance in the Cartel's pursuit, as if he were trying to impress you. He rarely asked anything meaningful about you beyond work-related topics.

Despite Diego's competence and the insights he shared about DEA operations, it felt like something was missing in your interactions. You valued genuine connections and meaningful conversations, and it seemed that Diego's agenda was primarily centered around work. The stark contrast to your rapport with Javier left you with a sense of longing for the easy camaraderie you once shared.

Speaking of Javier, it seems like he's been avoiding you. You've caught him turning away when he spots you in the office kitchen, and even Diego mentioned that Peña appears to be taking on extra responsibilities during the raids, almost as if he's trying to keep his distance. You tried to ignore these facts, but your brain wasn't cooperating. Javier Peña lingered on your thoughts all the time.

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It was Saturday night, and you had just finished your pending work early. You had spent the day deciding whether or not to accept your friends' invitation for a drink at the bar to celebrate Marta's birthday. You weren't used to going to bars and drinking at night, especially when you were living alone in a foreign and dangerous country as it was Colombia in those times. But you did love dancing, and you were in the mood for a fun night with your friends.

You gathered your things, getting ready to go to Marta's office and let her know that you were joining them. However, as you were doing so, Diego knocked on your door.

"Hey, are you heading home?" he asked, leaning in your doorway.

"No, actually," you began, "It's Martha's birthday, and some people from her department are going for a drink." You hesitated and then added, "Would you like to come?" You asked him out of politeness, as he didn't seem like the type to enjoy that kind of environment. He could always decline, of course.

Diego shrugged. "Why not?" He didn't look convinced about it but didn't say anything more.

You weren't convinced either. He was nice, but you didn't feel like you had clicked with him. He was a very different person from you. However, you thought that at least that night, you wouldn't need to look for someone to dance with.

"Let's go, then," you finally said.

As you arrived at the bar, there were a lot more people from work than you had expected. You spotted your friends at the back and joined them.

After greeting your friends, you searched for an available chair. As your eyes roamed the table, you froze when your gaze crossed Javier's. He had just set his glass down on the table, and he looked equally surprised to see you there. He stared at you for a few more seconds before shifting his gaze to a point behind you, and then to Murphy. When you felt Diego's hand on your back, you knew exactly why.

The night began, and your friends engaged in lively conversations and laughter about various topics. However, you couldn't fully concentrate on the festivities. You kept locking eyes with Javier, who didn't seem to be enjoying the evening. According to what you overheard from Murphy, he had been somewhat coerced into attending.

As the night wore on, almost all of your friends paired up for dancing, including Steve Murphy, who had brought his lovely wife, Connie, to the dinner. However, your date seemed more interested in talking to a couple of his colleagues about his merits and exploits in the field than taking you out to dance. Diego had been drinking more than anyone else, even surpassing Javier, and now he was talking loudly and intensely. You felt uncomfortable and, honestly, embarrassed.

Even Javier, who wasn't dancing, had someone to converse with. It was Celia, a secretary with big blue eyes and long dark hair. There was a moment when she was asking the waitress for another drink that Javier looked at you with a peculiar expression. It was evident that he wasn't enjoying his company either. You offered a small smile but didn't attempt to interrupt their conversation. Celia seemed determined to conquer Javier that night.

After finishing your second margarita, you stood up and excused yourself to use the ladies' room. Javier gave a nod of acknowledgment, while Celia shot you a sharp look for interrupting her moment with her target. Diego, on the other hand, continued talking, seemingly oblivious to your departure.

You washed your hands, and while looking at your reflection in the mirror, you decided that you wanted to go home and get some sleep. You had made up your mind to approach Diego and ask him to take you home. Additionally, on Monday, when you returned to the office, you planned to thank Diego for his considerate attention but let him know that you weren't interested anymore. It was clear to you that this evening was not turning out as you had hoped.

But, to your unpleasant surprise, as you walked out of the bathroom, you felt a grip on your arm. Looking up, you saw Diego's drunken, angry eyes fixed on you. You froze in that moment and let him drag you through the sea of dancing bodies to the parking lot.

The cold air outside was a stark contrast to the hot and lively atmosphere inside, leaving you feeling vulnerable. You didn't know what was happening.

"Let me go!" You squealed, attempting to break free from his grasp. "What the hell is wrong with you?" you added as he finally released you, and he cornered you near his car.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he asked, his words slurred from the alcohol.

"What? No... What are you talking about?"

Before you knew it, his hands were on either side of your head, trapping you between his body and his car, his rancid breath in your face. You instinctively shrank back, scared and confused about what was happening.

"You think I didn't see how you and that motherfucker of Peña were looking at each other?" he said, his tone furious. You had no idea where this sudden aggressive behavior was coming from. You had no idea what he was talking about. You had only exchanged a few words with Javier, and there was absolutely nothing inappropriate about it.

"Diego, you're completely mistaken," you replied, your voice quivering but determined. "There's nothing between me and Javier. We're just colleagues, nothing more."

Diego's eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you feared he might not believe you. But then, his anger seemed to escalate, and he slammed his hand against the car window next to your face. You let out a startled scream.

"Do not fuckin' lie to me!" he shouted, his voice filled with rage. "You don't think I know about your little affair with him?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you were completely taken aback. "What? What affair?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Diego let out a bitter, humorless laugh. "Oh, don't play innocent," he sneered. "Don't act like a saint! I know that Javier fucked you for two weeks until he got bored."

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Pardon me? We didn't, and if we did it's none of your damn business," you retorted, your voice firm. "Now let me go. I wanna go home."

"Oh, of course you're gonna go home," he said as he opened the door of his car and tried to force you to get in, "You're going home with me."

"Are you crazy? You're hurting me," you squealed, using all or you using all your strength to put up resistance, but he was much stronger than you. "No! Let me go!"

"You think you can play a teasing bitch and get away with that with me?" He groaned and you felt desperation creasing in you. "Get in the fucking car, NOW!"

You didn't know how you managed to turn around and connect your knee with his crotch, successfully freeing yourself and sprinting out of his reach. The adrenaline was surging through your veins as you made a desperate escape.

You were prepared to fight for your life, but as soon as you reached the outskirts of the parking area, you spotted Javier approaching. Relief washed over you, and you rushed toward him, not even minding the way your fists clenched his shirt as you looked at him with an imploring expression.

Javier gently took you by the arms, his eyes carefully studying your beautiful yet terrified features as he tried to make sense of your quivering mumbles. But a drunken and furious voice called your name from behind, sending a shiver down your spine. What happened next unfolded so quickly that you couldn't comprehend how things had escalated so fast.

Javier swiftly positioned you so that you were as far behind his body as possible. When you turned toward Diego, you couldn't help but gasp in surprise as you found yourself staring at the barrel of a gun pointed at you. In response, Javier, the trained agent he was, smoothly drew his own firearm from his back and aimed it at Diego. Your hands clung to Javier's arm, your fear palpable.

"Lower that weapon, Ibarra," Javier's voice was firm and composed, laced with an unmistakable warning. "Don't make a choice you'll regret, one that will ruin your life and your career."

Diego laughed sharply but lowered his gun. You realized he had drawn his weapon to threaten you, not expecting Javier's sudden intervention. You shuddered at the thought of what might have occurred had Javier not appeared when he did.

He stumbled back to his car and hastily departed the parking lot, the tires screeching on the pavement as the engine roared away. Javier, having holstered his gun, turned his attention back to you.

"You're shaking," he observed, removing his black leather jacket and draping it over your shoulders. "Are you okay? What happened?" His tone was filled with concern, but then he lowered his voice, sounding almost dangerous as he inquired, "Did he hurt you?"

You shook your head, unable to look at his face as you were still trying to process everything that had just happened. In the days you and Diego were talking, he had never shown any signs of aggression. It had taken you completely by surprise.

"Thank you, Javier, I..." you began, but a crack in your voice made you stop. However, you managed to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat and composed yourself. "I'm going to go home now. Thank you so much, really."

You were about to take his jacket off, but he gently placed his warm hands on top of your cold ones to prevent you from removing the fabric.

"Please, allow me to take you home," he said. "It's late, and you're still in shock."

"I'm fine," you responded, trying to catch your breath, which seemed to have escaped from your lungs. But you couldn't hold back the tears any longer; they rolled down your cheeks.

"Hey, it's okay now" Javier didn't know what to do. Should he hug you? His concern was evident as he gently touched your arm, offering support and comfort. "Take your time," he said softly, his voice laced with genuine care.

You nodded, appreciating his understanding. "I... I didn't expect any of this," you managed to say, still shaken by the recent events.

He gave you a reassuring smile. "I know. It wasn't your fault," he assured you. "C'mon, it seems like it's starting to drizzle."

"You don't have to worry about me, Javier," you began. "I really, really appreciate what you did for me, but I can take it from here. I'm gonna call a taxi."

"I know you're mad at me because I was a dick to you," he responded, "I'm sorry, okay?" he said, sounding a bit annoyed, but sincerity shone in his dark-brown puppy eyes. "I was rude to you, and I'm ashamed of that. Now, please, I can't let you walk home alone at night."

Javier couldn't believe that you actually looked down the dark, empty street to consider his offer, but he was patient. Then, you turned back to him, your teary eyes captivating him.

"Fine. Thanks," you said, and he guided you to his truck. Javier reached for the handle before you and opened the door for you, and you got in.

As you settled into the truck's passenger seat, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Fear and relief still coursed through your veins. Javier closed the door gently and walked around to the driver's side, getting in and starting the engine.

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof filled the cab as you both sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the recent events hanging in the air. You stole a glance at Javier, who kept his eyes on the road, his face reflecting a sense of responsibility and concern.

With a sigh, you finally broke the silence. "Javier, I appreciate what you're doing. I feel like I owe a big one."

He glanced at you briefly, his expression softening, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing slightly. "You owe me nothing, bonita," he said and you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach, "I'm just glad you're safe."

He asked you where do you live and you gave him directions. After a couple of more minutes in silence, he talked again, "I really mean it, I'm sorry for treating you like that the other day." He stopped on a red light, and turned his face to looked at you, "You must know that I'm not an ass-hole... all the time," he added in a playful manner that actually made you smirk.

You watched the city pass by through the window, lost in thought. Finally, you couldn't help but ask the question that had been on your mind.

"Why do you care so much about what do I think about you?" you inquired, curiosity lacing your voice.

He get a bit nervous, but made his best to play it cool. He shrugged as if it was nothing. "I like you... I mean, as a friend." He clear his throat, and tried not to met your gaze, still very concentrated on the road. "Is it hard to believe?" He added.

"Well, you have quite a reputation, agent Peña," you replied.

"Do I?" He responded, still playing along. Javier was very aware of his reputation as a playboy and a heartthrob. He didn't care about that, until he met you. The thought brought a genuine smile to his face as he navigated the wet streets. He glanced at you briefly, his expression serious. "I don't know, to be honest," he admitted. "Maybe it's because you're different, and I didn't want to ruin what we had. I know I can be an ass sometimes, but that's not all there is to me."

You studied him for a moment, seeing a vulnerability in his eyes that you hadn't noticed before. "I appreciate you apologizing," you said sincerely.

When you arrived home, the rain had settled, but the air was cooler than earlier. "Thank you so much again, Javier," you said, and he shook his head gently.

"It's nothing," he answered. "If you allow me to recommend something, you should report him to Messina," he stated.

"I don't want problems..." you began, but he adjusted himself in his seat to leaned in closer, his expression becoming more earnest.

"I understand not wanting problems, but what happened tonight wasn't okay. Diego crossed a line, and he shouldn't get away with it. Reporting him is the right thing to do, I'll back you up."

You considered his words, knowing he was right. "I'll think about it," you finally replied.

"That's all I'm asking," Javier said, his concern for your safety evident in his eyes. "Does he know where you live?" You nodded, now concerned to remember that fact.

Javier leaned forward to reach the glove compartment. You could feel the warmth of his hands on your knee, but he didn't touch you. He took out a notepad and a pen to write his name and landline number, then handed it to you. "If you ever feel insecure or even if he appears right here, don't hesitate to call me. Day or night."

You accepted the paper with a grateful smile, touched by Javier's genuine concern for your safety. "Thank you, Javier. I hope I won't have to use it, but it's good to know you're there."

He nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Take care, okay? And don't worry about Messina. She'll have your back."

With a final wave, you stepped out of the truck, and Javier waited until you safely entered your building before driving away. As you climbed the stairs to your apartment, you couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events that had brought you closer to Javier Peña again, a man with a reputation that didn't quite match the caring and protective side you had seen tonight.

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It wasn't the first time Javier lay on his bed and couldn't stop thinking about you. It wasn't the first time his wandering hands slid down his body and got lost inside his boxers, neither.

He just couldn't stop thinking about the shape of your lips and the way every single dress that you ware suits you so fine every time.

Maybe it was wrong to masturbate thinking of you, but he couldn't help get hard when his mind drive itself to that kind of thoughts.

Javier cursed as he reached for his nightstand and took out the bottle of lube he kept with his condoms. He applied it on his hand and covered his already hard cock, massaging up and down, as his mind played he most sensual scenes about you.

Oh, the things he would do to you. Javier would navigate your body, placing wet kisses all over you until he stopped on your sweet pussy and start licking your vulva and sucking on your clit. He would have you screaming his name. «Javi, Javi...», he would drag you to the edge, begging to cum on his mouth. Javier would use one, two, even three of his thick fingers to fuck you as you release your sweet honey on his tongue. Then, you will beg him to have his cock ball deep into your cunt.

Javier would like to have you on your fours, your nice ass up just for you as he fingering you again to keep your pussy dripping, soaking wet for him.

Then, he would give you want you deserve for being such a good girl for him. He would grab your hair between his fingers and pull it while his cock spread your inner walls. Your eyes rolling back, your breasts bouncing with every thrust as he whisper the filthiest things to your ears.

«You're such a nice girl, taking my dick so fuckin' well»

«Your pussy feel so good clenching around my cock»

«I'm gonna fill you with my cum, baby, te voy a marcar como mía. Eres mía.»

And you will cry out his name, over and over again until you come all over his cock. Your little pussy dripping his semen and your clit throbbing.

But he won't let you rest. No, he won't have enough of you. He would make you cum at least two more times, different positions, same pleasure.

«Just like that, Javi» you would cry, words fill with ecstasy. «¡No pares, Javi! Soy toda tuya.»

Then you would sleep on his chest, your delicate arms around his torso as he brush your hair with his fingers until he fall asleep too.

Javier masturbate with that thought until he came over his belly, whispering your name to the cold air.

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 6

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Summary: Talking about the past isn’t easy for everybody. But when you trust someone, it can be therapeutic and healing to the heart.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3.3k

Warnings: Angst & comfort❤️‍🩹 Mentions of parent loss and parent abandonment. Mentions of domestic violence. Brief making out scene. Mentions of virginity/first time sex.

A/N: Chapter 6 here we go. Honestly I never thought I’ll go this further🙃 glad I did tho. As always thank u so much for your support and your comments and likes and reblogs, means the world to me!

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Javier Peña was usually always angry and stressed due to the nature of his demanding and complicated work. You were used to see him walking around the office with a frown on his handsome face, leaving the base hurry, his gun tucked on his back, ready for whatever danger the next raid had to offer. He was professional and he was seriously committed with his work and his duties, he was focused on the reason that brought him to Colombia and he was certainly determined to catch Escobar.

However, every time he entered the room where you were, his whole world just lighted up. And now that you had became officially his girlfriend, he was just in a good mood most of the time.

Three days ago, you had accepted him to be your beloved one, and a sense of contentment filled Javier's from that day, a sharp contrast to his typically high-stress life as a DEA agent in Colombia. He still carried the weight of his mission, but your presence made it more manageable. The love and companionship you offered were precious to him, and he cherished every moment you spent together.

Javier wasn't going to lie to himself; he was used to satisfying his sexual needs quite frequently. Given how much he loved and desired you, taking things slow with you might indeed be the most challenging thing he had ever done. However, he wasn't a hormonal teenager, he was a grown ass man, he could keep his dick in his man pants and he could take care of himself.

He hadn't mentioned the idea of going to his or your apartment again, as he was waiting for you to take that step. He didn't dare to ask you such a personal question, but he had also spent the last two nights wondering if you wanted to wait because you might still be a virgin. It was something he had never thought about before, as he genuinely didn't care whether you were or not. He was well aware that both men and women had the right to enjoy their sexuality freely and willingly, and that included you. When he asked you if Diego knew where you lived, and you confirmed it, his mind naturally jumped to the assumption that something might had happened.

Now he needed to know if you were a virgin, just to be aware of your needs and what you expected from him. He was willing to wait for you, he can be patient when it's worth the wait. You were worthy.

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At the end of the workday, while you were organizing the documents you had translated into their corresponding file cabinets and preparing to pack your belongings, Javier appeared in your office. He had a cigarette between his lips and was still dressed in his suit.

"Hey," he announced himself, causing you to turn around with a wide smile. You rushed into his open arms, wrapping yours around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. "Does that mean you missed me?" he asked playfully.

"I don't know, what does this tell you?" You responded in a lower voice, leaning in again to place another sweet and gentle kiss on him. His hands encircled your waist, squeezing your soft flesh, and he deepened the kiss.

Javier and Steve had been invited to spend the entire day at the Colombian Embassy, attending countless meetings with the new American Ambassador for Colombia. You hadn't seen him all day until now. He hadn't even had time to pick you up from your apartment in the morning, so you had missed him dearly.

"Maybe I should make you miss me more often," he suggested as you broke the contact, his hands pulling you closer.

"Don't you dare," you playfully responded, smoothing his suit and adjusting his tie. "You look handsome, though" you added casually, but when you looked up at him again, you noticed a change in his eyes. They had darkened, and a devilish grin now adorned his face. His playful demeanor took a more seductive turn.

You couldn't deny the chemistry between you two. Every moment with Javier was electric, and your attraction to him was undeniable. His scent, a mix of cologne, cigarettes, and the faintest hint of danger, drew you in. Your heart raced as his lips found yours again in a passionate kiss, and the room seemed to close in around you as he pressed you against the desk, his hands firmly gripping your hips.

Reluctantly, you pushed Javier back slightly, your hands still resting on his strong chest.

"Javi, I..." you began, but he silenced you with another soft kiss.

"I know, bonita," he murmured, his voice still tinged with desire. "It's okay." He took a step back, but his eyes remained fixed on you as his hands moved to hold yours. "I was wondering if you'd like to grab your favorite arepas for takeout and then spend the night at my place."

You hesitated, your mind filled with memories of past experiences that had left you wary of such propositions. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea," you started, your concerns etched on your face.

Javier gave you the most irresistible puppy-dog eyes as he gently lifted your chin with a finger. "Bonita, it's just dinner and share my bed," he reassured. "I promise I won't do anything you don't want, unless you ask me to. Please, you don't even know my apartment yet."

His sincerity and the allure of spending more time with him won you over. A smile crept across your face as you gave a small nod. "Alright, Javi. But if you get any funny ideas, you'll have to answer to me."

Javier grinned, his eyes lighting up. "I promise, bonita. No funny business, unless you're up for it," he swore and winked at you.

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The night sky was pouring rain as you followed Javier to his apartment. Luckily you had an umbrella, which you used to protect the both of you, holding onto his arm as you entered the building. However, your shoes were soaking, causing you to slipped as you tried to cross the hallway to his apartment.

After he found the key and opened the door, he stepped aside, gallantly allowing you to enter first. When he turned on the lights, you were welcomed by a bachelor apartment. The place smelled just like him: a mix of male cologne, cigarettes, whiskey, and a subtle woody undertone.

Javier's apartment had a rugged yet inviting feel to it. The living area was adorned with masculine touches and minimalist decoration. The kitchen appeared almost untouched, leather couches provided ample seating, and a center table with an ashtray took center stage. By the window, there was a small bar table, which gave you a hint that this was indeed a bachelor pad. There where photos nowhere to be seen.

Javier and you took off your shoes and then he gestured toward the living area with a smile. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll go grab our arepas. Anything to drink?" He seemed genuinely excited to have you in his space, his earlier promise of not pushing things evident in his demeanor.

"Will you have coffee by any chance?" you asked, and he nodded.

"Sure, darling," he said as he placed the plastic bag on the table and began setting up an improvised coffee maker on the stove burner. You offered to help, but he insisted you make yourself comfortable on his couch.

A couple of minutes later, he returned to you with a plate of arepas and two mugs of hot coffee. Your shared love for coffee was one of those quirky things that made your connection special. Neither of you was deterred by caffeine late in the evening; it seemed to have no impact on your or Javi's sleep.

"So," you began, sipping your coffee, "how was your day?"

Javi shook his head as he took a bite of an arepa. "Terrible," he muttered when he swallowed the food, "there were so many people. You know, the suit-and-tie assholes who act like catching Escobar is as simple as catching a fuckin' cat."

Javi's expression grew more animated as he spoke. "I swear, they sit in those conference rooms, drinking their fancy coffees, and spouting off about how they'd handle it differently, like it's a damn board game. It's frustrating, dealing with people who have no idea what it's like on the ground."

You nodded, understanding the frustration. "It's easy to have opinions when you're not the one out there, facing the danger."

He smiled, appreciating your understanding.

As you gazed at Javier, your admiration for him deepened. His dedication to his work, the pursuit of justice, and the fight against the drug cartels was nothing short of heroic in your eyes.

You marveled at his unwavering commitment to making the world a better place, even in the face of danger and uncertainty. He was a symbol of bravery and hard work, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride to have him in your life.

His strength, both physically and emotionally, resonated with you. You couldn't imagine the weight of the responsibilities he carried as a DEA agent.

"Your parents must be so proud of you," you said, as you felt a pang of jealousy. You wished you had that kind of affection.

However, you noticed how his eyes suddenly saddened as he bit slowly into his food and looked at you as if he were deciding whether or not to tell you something related to your mention of his family. You and Javier had talked about a lot of things through the time you had known each other, but family hadn't been part of the conversation yet. Both of you had a dark side to that soft spot.

"I hope so," he said finally, "I had to leave my father alone at his ranch back in Laredo, my mother passed away when I was fifteen," he explained. "I can only hope that everything is worth it."

You felt regretful for mentioning his family as soon as you heard him. You could see the pain in his features, memories returning to his mind.

"Oh, Javi, I'm so sorry," you said, suddenly losing your appetite. "I had no idea..."

"Don't worry, bonita," he assured you, softening his eyes, taking your hand to plant a kiss on it. You wouldn't push him to tell you something he wasn't ready to share with you.

However, Javier leaned back on the leather couch, his eyes distant for a moment.

"My father inherited the family business his grandfather started," he began, lighting a cigarette, "he runs a cattle ranch. He was a strict but loving father." He let smoke escape from his mouth, the movement accentuating his sharp jaw. "My mother, she was the real heart of the family, always caring for everyone. There was just the three of us on a big and prosperous ranch. They gave me a beautiful childhood. I learned from them the value of hard work."

A lightning bolt struck in the distance as he continued to open his heart, and the room filled with the smoke from his cigarette. "That was until she was diagnosed with cancer, and she didn't make it within the next six months. Her loss was so sudden, unexpected. It was a tough time, and after she was gone, things changed. I had to grow up fast and take on more responsibilities."

You listened intently, your heart going out to him as he shared a part of his life that he had kept hidden.

"I've always had a good relationship with my father," he admitted, a hint of guilt in his voice. "I felt torn leaving the ranch, but my father encouraged me to pursue my career, just as my mother would have wanted. We talk on the phone regularly; he's the one who keeps me grounded."

You nodded, understanding that the ranch was more than just a place for Javier; it was a part of his identity and a connection to his family. The ache of missing his mother and the responsibilities he had shouldered at a young age had shaped him into the man you knew today, strong and compassionate.

There was a moment of silence, announcing the end of his anecdote. Having shared a significant part of his own family story, he wanted to know more about you. "What about your family, bonita?" he inquired, looking into your eyes with genuine interest. "If you're comfortable, I'd like to hear about them."

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to open up about your own family experiences. Eventually, you decided it was the right moment to share a piece of your own past.

"Well, I have two lovely older sisters, Sara and Silvia" you began, your voice slightly trembled, "but my relationship with my parents was complicated. We were the ideal picture of a perfect, happy family only when we were in front of others.'' Your voice quivered as you continued, and Javier sat closer, his presence a source of comfort, but he maintained a respectful silence as you shared your past.

"The truth was that my father was a violent, drunk man, and my mother was a strict and very religious woman," you explained, your eyes reflecting the pain of those memories. "She always hoped that our faith would save us from our struggles, but it wasn't that simple."

"As for my father, he left us when I was ten," you continued, your fingers toying with a strand of your hair. "But my relationship with my mother remained strained. She blamed me and my sisters for our father's abandonment. The pressure of her faith and our family's problems made things more difficult."

Javier's gaze remained fixed on you, his brown eyes filled with empathy. "Mi abuelo, my mother's father, was also very religious," you continued, a touch of warmth in your voice as you remembered your grandfather. "But he was so kind and cared so much for his only granddaughters after a family full of boys. He took care of us, and despite my mother's refusal to allow us to study, he paid for the three of us to go to university."

His hand reached out to gently touch yours, offering silent support.

"He and my sisters encouraged me to leave home and follow my dreams, although my mother still doesn't speak to me. She thinks I'm a whore and a stray for having left home 'without getting married,'" you explained. You got lost in the memories of your parents' fights and how you used to hide in the closet with Sara as Silvia played loud music in your shared room to shield her younger sisters from the screams and blows. ''I heard my father remarried and has two sons, but I can't be sure, he never came back to look for us.''

Javier listened to your story with understanding. He could see the pain in your eyes, and it made him want to protect you from the world. You had both shared your deepest scars, and the connection between you had deepened.

After a brief moment of silence, he gently whispered, "Thank you for sharing that with me, bonita."

"You too, Javi. I'm glad that you trust me," you said, leaning in to place a kiss on his soft lips. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the rain outside providing a soothing backdrop to your intimate conversation.

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You weren't sure how things began to heat up. It began with innocent caresses, leading to deeper kisses, and then you found yourself reclined on the length of his couch, his body almost over you, kissing your neck as his hands squeezed your thigh.

Javier was waiting for you to stop him. He would stop immediately if you just pushed him back or said "no." He was waiting for you to take the next step or to put an end to it. And when you didn't, he simply decided to go further and see what would happen.

One of his hands reached to cup one of your breast over the fabric of your dress. You moan in the middle of a kiss as he massaged your soft flesh gentle but confident. Then, he workshiped your body along your waist and hips, until he reached the hem of your dress, lifting it just enough to travel on the soft skin of your bare inner thighs. You whimpered in his ear, causing a shiver to run down his back.

But as soon as you felt his broad hand cupping your core, you gasped and gentle pushed him back.

"Wait," you pleaded as you tried to sit up straight again, catching your breath. He gave you space, pulling back. "Javi, I can't..." you said, trying to find the right words. You noticed how he tried to cover the bulge in his pants with a knitted blanket as if it was nothing. But you knew it was something. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... you know, I..."

"No, I am sorry," he said, his voice doing its best to sound composed. "I promised you there wouldn't be any funny business. I just let myself carried away."

"It's not that I don't want to be with you," you began to explain, "I do, Javi, but I don't feel I'm ready in this moment... I've never been with anyone before, it's just complicated..."

Javier's expression shifted from intense to soft and understanding. "First of all, you don't have to explain anything to me. Secondly, thank you for trusting me enough to share that with me. I don't want you to feel pressured in any way, mi vida. I respect your choices."

You met his eyes, relieved by his response. "I appreciate that, Javi. I've just had some complicated experiences in the past, and I wanted my first time to be with someone special, someone I really care about." Your hand reached for his cheek, brushing a thumb on his growing facial hair. "I care about you and I want to be with you eventually, I just need a little more time," you assured.

A tender smile spread across Javier's face, and he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm honored that you've shared this with me. I promise to be patient and to take things at your pace," he murmured, showing his understanding and support.

"Javi," you said, cheeks burning red, as you noticed he was having a tough time trying to conceal his desires. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

Javier chuckled softly, clearly appreciating the humor in the situation. "Yeah, maybe I should," he replied with a lighthearted grin. "I'll be back in a minute. Don't go anywhere."

You flushed. "Don't worry, I'm not planning an escape."

He disappeared into what looked like his bedroom, and you couldn't help but giggle to yourself. The situation had shifted, but it was comforting to know that Javier respected your boundaries and was willing to take things at a pace that made you comfortable.

A moment later, Javi returned with his hair wet and dressed in sleeping pants and a t-shirt. You realized that you had never seen him like this before: so homely, relaxed, vulnerable, simple.

You couldn't help but smile at the contrast between the fierce DEA agent you knew and the cozy, relaxed man he was right now.  You were used to seeing him in his usual shirts, jeans, and boots for raids, or suits and business shoes for meetings. The man in front of you looked like he had never used a firearm before, like he had never chased a drug dealer. He looked just like an ordinary early-middle-aged man.

As Javier settled down next to you on the couch, he let out a contented sigh. "This feels good," he admitted, looking around his own apartment as if he was appreciating it in a new light.You nodded in agreement, appreciating this intimate moment of vulnerability. It was a side of him you cherished, and it only made you feel closer to him.With a sense of peace, you snuggled up beside Javier on the couch, and you both enjoyed the simple comfort of being together in his cozy apartment, where for a while, the challenges of your lives were left behind.

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 7

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Summary: When the rumors and gossip in the office turn cruel about your relationship, you begin to question your place in Javier's life.

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Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3.5k

Warnings: Fluff, angst & comfort. Mentions of cheating. Mentions of pregnancy. 

A/N: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READ THE CHAPTER(? jajajaja😅

Next chapter (8) is the first Drabble I write for this story before I even know it would became a complete series🙈 So you could read it HERE right now!

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Not only you never had sex before, but you had never slept in the same bed with a man either. However, you found the idea of sharing a bed with Javier exciting. The simple act of lying side by side, feeling the warmth of his body, made your heart race. It was a new and thrilling experience, and you weren't entirely sure how to navigate it. But you trusted Javier and felt comfortable in his presence.

As you lay in the bed, the soft drizzle hitting the window gently woke you. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a cozy bed, wrapped in Javier's arms. You were wearing one of his sleeping t-shirts, which hung loosely on your frame. It was very early in the morning, and the air was cold enough to made you try to hide your face under the blankets. When you moved, you felt Javier adjusting his grip around your torso, pulling you closer to his warm chest. You could hear his heavy breathing, a sign that he was still asleep.

You turned around to stare at him, taking in his rugged features that were typically etched with determination and duty. However, in sleep, he looked more vulnerable and childlike, with disheveled hair and a slight pout on his soft lips. You couldn't help but feel a deep affection for the man beside you.

You reached out and lightly traced a finger along his jawline and his prominent nose bridge, admiring his handsome and manly features. You felt that he was all yours in this moment. Javier stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he gradually awoke to the new day. His gaze met yours, and he offered a sleepy smile.

"Buenos días," you greeted him, your face very close to his as you wrapped your delicate arm around his waist.

He growled playfully and leaned over you, hiding his face in the space between your hair and your neck. He placed a gentle peck on your collarbone, causing a shiver to run through your skin and echoed between your legs.

"Do you know that you snore?" he teased, his voice still touched by sleep.

"What?" you laughed, "No, I don't."

"Yes, you do," he insisted, still hiding his face in your neck. "Es muy tierno, en realidad." Another peck was placed on your neck as he trapped you between his broad body and the warm mattress.

After some playful morning banter and more loving caresses, you proposed heading to your apartment, where Javier could take a shower and prepare for work. He packed a bag with his personal items, and both of you went to your apartment.

Javier found your place to be  completely different from his own. It exuded a cozy aura of femininity and lightness. Floral wallpaper adorned the walls, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. A large window in the living room allowed plenty of natural light to filter in, illuminating the space. The furnishings had been carefully selected to match the delicate ambiance. A soft couch adorned with puffed pillows beckoned for relaxation, and a vintage coffee table with flowers in a delicate porcelain vase added to the charm. They were the flowers he had given you on your birthday; wilting, but you refused to get rid of them.

The soft scent of floral candles wafted through the air, creating a calming and peaceful environment that carried your unique fragrance.

Javier admired the surroundings and couldn't help but comment, "This place is very nice." As you approached a fishbowl on the kitchen counter to feed your red betta fish, he noticed and said, "So he's the famous Poncho," with a laugh.

"He is," you replied with a smile, ''Be careful, Javi, he's so much more handsome than you.'' you winked at him and he fake a laughter but he smiled.

After giving him a quick tour, you showed him where the bathroom was, and he disappeared behind the door to take a shower. While he was getting cleaned up, you busied yourself in the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast for the two of you. The scent of coffee filled the cozy space as you scrambled eggs and set the table.

When he finally emerged from your room, dressed on his jeans and a white t-shirt, you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly handsome he looked.

The two of you enjoyed breakfast together, sharing lingering glances and morning conversation.

As you sat at the table, enjoying the simplicity of each other's company, you couldn't help but feel that this what you ever wanted in a relationship.

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Suddenly, as days passed, you found yourself spending most of your days – and nights – at Javi's apartment. So much so that even Poncho had to move there, sparing you the worry of returning home to feed him. It wasn't as though you had fully moved in with him, but you did pack a bag with clothes for three or four days a week, only returning to your apartment when necessary.

At first, you weren't sure about his daily proposals to spend the night with him, but you just couldn't resist his big, brown, puppy eyes that pleaded for your company. Besides, he was so respectful, and you felt so safe in his arms that it soon became an addiction, a shared pleasure for both of you.

Javier's favorite time of day was the nights he spent with you and seeing your sleepy face in the morning. He was eager for you to be ready to have sex with him, of course, but he had discovered a different way to make love with you: talking until your eyes couldn't stay open, making dinner together, hearing you talked about your day or just sharing anecdotes from each other's youth, and making you blush with his suggestive comments. He loved wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulders, as you prepared his favorite Mexican dishes: flautas, enchiladas, sopes, tacos, tinga de pollo... he was eating properly for the first time in a long while.

The domestic life was something Javier had never thought he would experience one day. The romantic love and ordinariness he had seen in his parents when he was young had seemed like an extraordinary occurrence, a one-in-a-million chance that would never happen to him.

This belief was primarily rooted in his own lack of commitment. He had always been dedicated to his job, chasing criminals and navigating the complexities of his work. Relationships, his private life in general, and even his self-care often took a backseat to his career, leaving little room for domesticity.

But now, this new routine with you felt different. It was a break from his high-pressure work, a chance to be himself, not the DEA agent, but just Javier. It allowed him to explore a side of himself he had kept hidden for a long time. He cherished these moments, every dinner you cooked, every late-night conversation, and even the silly arguments about whose turn it was to do the dishes.

The man who had always been on the run, chasing down criminals, was now embracing the idea of coming home to you. The feeling of normalcy and love had sneaked its way into his life, catching him by surprise. It was a change he didn't know he needed.

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But not everything was smooth sailing.

Back at the office, things had become a bit overwhelming for you. Since you officially started dating Javi, you could perceive the gaze of every woman at work on you, especially focused on the pearls adorning your neck, a clear symbol that you belonged to Javi. Or even more unbelievably, Javier Peña belonged to you.

You could hear them whispering a lot of cruel things when they thought you weren't there - or they did it on purpose for you to overhear. They asserted that Javier was merely infatuated, and he would soon grow bored of you and cast you aside. Some others wondered what you did in bed to have him that way. Once, you even overheard someone speculating that you might be pregnant, waiting for an announcement. Initially, you didn't let it affect you much, understanding that jealousy was at the root of these comments. Some of these women had likely tried hard to catch Javier but hadn't succeeded.

Of course, all of this mess didn't involve all the women at work. In fact, you had the support of your friends Martha and Ana, who defended you when you weren't able to.

However, as the days passed, it became more and more exhausting. It hurt to hear their gossip about your private life, your intimacy, and especially the things they said about who had already slept with Javier. You felt a pang of jealousy when you heard some of them talking about their past affairs before you.

One day, while in a bathroom stall, you overheard two secretaries discussing their encounters with Javier, divulging explicit details. It was clear they knew you were in there and were deliberately trying to humiliate you. You felt deeply embarrassed and humiliated but couldn't find the courage to confront them.

You knew deep down that your relationship with Javier was real, and it was built on something more profound than just physical attraction. You care so much about each other. But the workplace gossip had a way of chipping away at your self-esteem.

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Javier was telling you about his day as he drove through the streets of Bogotá after work. You tried your best to pay attention to what he was saying, just as he did when you were telling him something.

He stopped at a red light and turned to you, noticing that you were lost in your own thoughts. His hand reached for yours, bringing you back to reality. He placed a tender kiss on your fingers.

"Everything okay, amor?" he asked, his affectionate eyes showing both care and curiosity. "You've been quiet since we left the office."

''I'm fine,'' you assured him, forcing a smile, ''just women stuff, you know,'' you said, making a gesture to your lower belly.

He frowned, clearly not convinced by your explanation. It had some truth, though – you were on your period, as he could tell from finding your pads in his bathroom that morning. But he also knew that it wasn't the real reason for your slightly sad eyes.

''You can tell me anything, darling,'' he said, resuming the ride.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit shy about discussing the office gossip. But the understanding look in Javier's eyes encouraged you to open up.

"It's just... some women at the office," you began slowly.

"What about them?"

"Well, they've been gossiping about you and me. They say things like you'll get bored of me, or that you're only with me because of... well, you know."

Javier's expression turned serious, his jaw tightening slightly. "They don't know a damn thing about us, bonita," he said, sounding upset.

"It's not only what they say about us," you added, your voice quivering as you tried to hold back tears.

"What do you mean?" He asked, really concerned. "What else do they say?"

You didn't even want to say it; it made you feel nauseous. You hated being that kind of jealous girlfriend, but all the things you'd heard about him started to weigh heavily on your peace of mind.

"Some of them have talked about your affairs. You and them, in bed," you explained, your voice heavy with hurt. "It's like they're labeling what we do in bed, like they know exactly what happens in our intimacy. They're doing it just to annoy me, I know, but still. It's pathetic, like they're teenagers. It's so fuckin' disgusting."

Javier had never heard you curse before, so he could tell you were really upset and hurt. He knew it wasn't his fault what those women were doing to bother you, but he felt deeply guilty anyway.

Javier's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he tried to choose his words carefully. "Bonita, I'm not proud of my past, but it's exactly that – the past. I'm committed to you now."

"It's not just about trust, Javier,'' you exclaimed, suddenly anguished. ''It's about feeling humiliated, and I hate it."

You didn't want to make a scene, but the tears began to fall down your cheeks, and you turned your face to the street so he couldn't see you crying. You didn't want to take it too personally, giving those women the satisfaction of seeing you doubt him or yourself. You understood that Javier had a past, but those stories from his previous encounters with colleagues made you feel uncomfortable.

Maybe it was the hormones from your period, but you couldn't help the tears.

Javier's heart ached at your words, but he was still unaware of your tears. "I've had my share of flings in the past, I won't deny that. But what we have is different, bonita. I care about you, deeply."

After a brief moment of silence, Javier noticed your stifled sobs. His heart sank, and he immediately pulled the car over to a safe spot on the side of the road.

"No, honey... please, don't cry. You're breaking my heart," he said, genuine concern in his voice as he reached out to gently wipe away your tears with his thumb.

You looked at into his eyes, your eyes searching for reassurance. "Javier, promise me something," you said, your voice wavering.

"Anything, mi vida," he nodded.

"Promise me you won't cheat on me," you whispered, your eyes filled with a mix of insecurity and hope. "I can't bear the thought of more gossip becoming true. And I care so much about you, I you fail me..." your eyes welled with new tears. You couldn't imagine something like that. In matter of such a short time, you had completely fallen for Javier Peña. And him? He was completely dumb for you.

Javier's expression turned serious, and he leaned closer, holding your gaze with determination, his thumb wiping your cheek. "I promise, bonita. I would never do that to you. You mean too much to me."

You chose to believe him. You needed to. You were so in love with him, and you felt deep on you that id he failed you, you could simply fell into a black hole.

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Your words lingered in his mind like a ghost: "Promise me you won't cheat on me."

As Javier lay there beside you, watching you sleep, the weight of his own secrets pressed down on him. He felt guilty for not being completely honest with you.

He had seen Helena and a couple of other prostitutes in various motels around the city. He wasn't proud, but it was an unfortunate aspect of his job. He took great care, making sure not to frequent the same places and avoiding any lingering scents or perfumes on his clothes. He only contacted his most trustworthy informants and ensured that they hadn't had encounters with other agents. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out through office gossip, knowing you had already endured enough of that shit.

The first time he called Helena, the first thing she did as soon as he opened the door, was tried to het over him. Of course he stopped her, reminding her that he had a girlfriend, and that they relationship now would be limited to an exchange of information. There were other women that offered their services to him, as they knew him perfectly, but he paid only for the information and left immediately.

While he hadn't crossed the line of infidelity, he felt guilty for not being entirely truthful with you.

Javier was terrified of losing you. He realized that the worst thing that could ever happen to him would be losing you due to his own faults. Yet, he also understood that honesty was vital to the trust between you two.

Should he tell you to prevent you from finding out on your own? Would you trust him if he did? He didn't want to take that chance.

He had seen death up close, sometimes even causing it himself. He'd had a gun pointed right between his eyes and witnessed the worst side of humanity. Yet, the thought of losing you made his knees weak. It was the only thing that made him feel like a coward.

The mere thought of hurting you or causing any damage to what you two had was unbearable. So, he decided to bury these feelings deep down and never tell you about these encounters. The fear of losing you outweighed his guilt for not being completely truthful.

Your eyes fluttered in the darkness of the room, likely sensing his gaze upon you as you slept. Slowly, you turned your head to find his silhouette, barely touched by the dim yellow light filtering in from the street.

"Javi?" you called to him, your voice still heavy with sleep. "Is everything okay?"

It wasn't unusual for him to have sleepless nights, given the nature of his work. He had seen and dealt with many disturbing things. But tonight, something felt different. He carried a weight that went beyond the typical burdens of his job.

"What's wrong, baby?" you asked, your concern evident as you sat up in bed, facing him.

Javier locked eyes with you, and with unwavering certainty, he uttered two words that filled the room and your heart:

"Te amo."

Your heart skipped a beat, and a warmth flooded your chest as he confessed his feelings. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you realized that in the simplicity of those two words, he had poured his heart out to you.

"Oh, Javi. Yo también te amo," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity and tenderness. It was the first time you'd said those words to each other, and they held more weight and meaning than you could express.

Javier reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. He leaned in, and his lips met yours in a sweet and lingering kiss.

When he pulled back, his eyes still locked onto yours, a deep sense of contentment in his gaze. For the first time, you both had openly expressed the love that had been quietly growing between you.

As you settled back into each other's embrace, Javier swore to himself that he would do anything to prevent losing you.

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You and Javier used to had dinner with the Murphy's at least once a week. At first, it was something neither of both men seen like necessary, but as your friendship with Connie grew, it became more frequent.

You had found in her a friend who could relate to you in different aspects: both of you came from another country to Bogotá, she from the US to support her husband and you from Mexico for a work opportunity. Both of you were in a relationship with DEA agents, so she could understand your worries for their safety and watched them cope with the stress and pressure of their work.

Meanwhile Javier and Steve were at the table waiting for the dessert – a peach pie you had made, by the way –, playing with the Murphy's baby Olivia, you were helping Connie on the kitchen.

"You know," she looked at you with a warm smile on her beautiful features, "I've known Javier for a while, and I've never seen him as happy and committed as he is with you."

You, slightly taken aback, couldn't help but ask, "Really?"

"Absolutely. There's always been something missing in his life; I could see it," she remarked as you handed her plates for the slices of pie. "He looks relaxed and he smiles a lot now."

"I never thought I'd be the one to make him that happy," you said, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

With an understanding nod, Connie continued, "Well, you are. It's like he's a different person when he's with you."

As you returned to the table, the sight of Javier playing with Steve and Connie's daughter brought a warm smile to your face. It was a gentle reminder of the happiness you shared with him.

Sitting down with Connie, her earlier words echoed in your mind. You felt a newfound confidence in your relationship with Javier. You didn’t want to lose what you had with him, so you tell yourself that you needed to relax and concentrate on the love you had for each other instead of the things that people said at the office.

As the four of you sat on the living room, Olivia wrapped her chubby arms around your neck, peacefully resting her head on your shoulder. You had always loved children, and they always seemed to like you. You had two nieces and two nephews from your sisters. You used to take care of them and help your sisters back in Monterrey. You loved spending time with them, watching them grow, from funny toddlers to beautiful kids. You had always been the favorite cool young aunt.

"She is such an angel," you said, rubbing her back.

"In public," Steve grinned, "She's like a Gremlin, past midnight she's a little monster."

Connie chuckled at Steve's comment, then her eyes sparkled with a different kind of excitement. She leaned in closer to the group and whispered, "Speaking of midnight monsters, there's one more thing we wanted to share tonight."

"You're getting a puppy?" Javier teased, raising an eyebrow.

Connie laughed. "No, even better. I'm pregnant."

A chorus of surprised exclamations filled the room. You couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness for the Murphys as you congratulated them on the wonderful news.

"Congratulations, brother," Javi conveyed as he shared a hug with Steve, patting his back.

"What a beautiful blessing!" You exclaimed, also sharing a hug with Connie.

Amid the laughter and heartfelt wishes, you noticed Javi's expression, which seemed a mix of emotions – surprise, joy, and perhaps a hint of longing. During the rest of the evening, his fingers found yours, gently squeezing them. You shared a meaningful look with him and found something in his eyes that you couldn't quite identify, but it warmed your heart.

As Javier watched you interacting with Olivia, a profound sense of warmth and longing filled his heart. The laughter and joy you brought to that moment made him realize that maybe, just maybe, he wanted more than he had ever thought. The idea of building a family with you started to take root in his mind, and the thought of sharing a life together beyond their passionate romance began to feel not just possible, but something he genuinely desired.

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

Chapter 11

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Summary: After being attacked, Javier felt guilty for put you in danger. He would do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +5.4k

Warnings: Mentions of injures and blood. Mention to violence typical of the series. I prefer to not give more details to prevent spoilers, but this is +18. You’re on your own, kids.

A/N: Hello! Chapter 11 finally here! Sorry for taking so long, I’m on finals in college so I’ve been studying, doing lots of homework and starting my thesis!🙈😬 But here I am, I hope you like it!

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Javier had never felt such intense fear in his entire life. Everything around him seemed to fade into the background as he fixated solely on your motionless body. His world moved in slow motion as he rushed toward you.

No, no, no... everything except you. He can't lose you, he just would never survive such thing.

He dropped to his knees beside you, his heart pounding so hard it could make a hole on his chest. But when he put his hands on you, relief washed over him. Your eyes were widened with fear and disorientation. You were shaking, you had scraped your chin, and your hands were cut from when you fell onto the sidewalk.

But you were fine. You were alive.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as you both sat on the ground. As he gently held your face, his heart sank again when he saw the blood on your mouth. Quickly, he checked you and discovered that you had bitten yourself, likely from when you let yourself fall to avoid a bullet.

Javier held you tightly, feeling a rush of emotions. He was relieved you were alive, but anger and fear still coursed through him. He looked around, making sure the area was safe, before helping you stand up.

"Come on, I need to get you out of here," he said urgently. He didn't want to stick around and risk another attack. Javier tried to pull you up, but when you attempted to stand, a sound of pain escaped your lips. "What is it?"

"N-no puedo," you mumbled. "Me duele mucho el tobillo." Without wasting more time, Javier leaned in to wrap an arm around your back and the other behind your knees, lifting you gently as he carried you into the restaurant; it seemed safer in there.

He sat you on the nearest table, still trembling from the shock. Javier crouched down in front of you, his eyes searching yours.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded weakly, trying to find your voice. "Creo... creo que si. Sólo asustada y me duele el tobillo, " you mumbled.

Javier took off your heel to check your ankle; it was already swollen.

As he focused on your injuries, you looked at your surroundings. People were scared, trying to process what had happened, the sound of police sirens growing increasingly closer. Then, you saw the truck, the bullet holes on the door, and the windows completely destroyed. If you paid enough attention, you could see the holes in the concrete wall of the building next to the truck. If you hadn't seen him before, you would be dead by now... Suddenly, the realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

"Javi?" Your quivering voice captured his attention, and then you broke down. The crying was unstoppable, you were shaking, sobbing, your heart racing with adrenaline.

Javier gently put his arm around you as your tears flowed. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. "I've got you. You're safe now," he held you for a while, letting you cry out the fear and stress that had built up.

By the time the police and paramedics arrived, you were calmer. You still had a slight tremor, but you had stopped crying.

Reluctantly, Javier left your side to speak with the police, who were already cordoning off the area. A young female paramedic began to tend to your wounds as you observed Javier's discussion with the authorities. He appeared so angry and frustrated, like a caged animal.

You noticed Steve and Trujillo, another colleague from the DEA, arriving and approaching to Javier, who engaged in an intense conversation with them, their faces etched with concern. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but it seemed like a heated discussion.

The paramedic continued her work, cleaning and dressing your minor wounds. She asked you a few questions, ensuring you weren't seriously injured, but mentioned that you would need an X-ray to assess the damage to your ankle. You answered her questions with shaky but coherent responses, explaining that you had fallen during the chaos.

As you sat there, you couldn't help but wonder what had just happened, it was all so surreal.

In less than a few minutes, your life seemed to became a completely chaos, you had seen your life passed before your eyes.

You didn't notice when the paramedic finally let you, you still had the metallic taste of your own blood on your mouth, turning your stomach, made you finally vomit. You moved to the side and began to throw up bile and stomach fluid. Javier returned immediately at your side, took back your hair and rubbed your back.

One of the employees of the restaurant gave you some water to rinse your mouth. You rinsed and spat out the bitter taste, feeling so embarrassed for all the mess you made.

"I'm-I'm sorry," you said, thick and quivering voice.

"It's okay, baby," Javier said, "Don't worry about that."

"I wanna go home, Javi," you pleaded, "Please let's just go home."

Javier continued to caress your hair as he finished helping you clean up. He couldn't bear the sight of you, broken and battered: the swollen bottom lip from the fall, your tired and scared eyes, your wounds on your face, and the stains of blood on your knees.

"I want to go home too, bonita, but we can't," he explained, and that caused you to start crying again. The fear and shock still had a tight grip on you.

"We have to go to the Embassy right now; it's safer," he insisted.

"She needs X-rays for her ankle, sir," said the paramedic, which prompted a brief discussion among the authorities and Javier. ''She must go to the nearest hospital.'' It was clear that you needed medical attention, but Javier didn't want to leave you alone in your fragile state, neither exposed you to another attack. After some deliberation, they decided that you could be transported to the embassy for medical care and further evaluation of your injuries.

Javier was relieved that he wouldn't have to leave your side. He continued to comfort you, whispering words of assurance and love as the paramedics prepared to transport you. It was a difficult and frightening experience, but you took solace in knowing that Javier was with you.

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You spent the entire day at the hospital. While you needed to use bandages for your ankle and rest for at least two weeks, you were technically fine. The shock of the attack still weighed heavily on you. You couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if you hadn't seen it coming or if Javier had been in the truck...

Both the Bogotá police department and the DEA took the incident seriously, closing a section of the public hospital specifically for you. Their concern was evident, given the attack on one of their agents and the danger you had both faced.

When Messina and some other agents and police arrived at the hospital, Javier reluctantly left your side. He assured you that he had to talk with them in private but promised to return as soon as possible.

After the doctors determined the status of your ankle, Javier returned to your side, accompanied by Steve, Trujillo, and Messina, who looked stressed as always.

Javi moved closer to where you were lying in bed, one ankle elevated and bandaged. "Honey, we need to know exactly what happened. Can you do that?" His gentle and soft voice surprised everyone in the room. His colleagues from the police and DEA were used to seeing him as a tough and serious man, always focused on his job with a bad reputation as a playboy. However, you knew this sweet and caring side of him well.

"I was waiting for you in the truck," you explained, your hands sweating and shaking for recalling the traumatic event. "Everything seemed normal until a car stopped beside me. I don't know why I turned to look at it; I just did, and I saw this man pointing a gun at me." You remembered, "I reacted quickly, maybe by instinct, so I opened the door, and when I tried to step out, the gunfire began. So I just let myself fall."

Javier's grip thighening on your hand, giving you comfort.

"The man fired several shots, and I felt a sharp pain in my ankle as I fell to the ground," you said. "I was so scared and couldn't move. I thought he would come closer and finish me off."

Messina, Javier, and Steve, listened intently as you spoke, their faces a mix of concern and anger.

"Then, Javier came running, and he helped me get to safety," you added, your voice quivering with the memory.

Trujillo nodded and took notes as you described the incident in detail. "Was he driving, or was there someone else?" he asked.

"There was someone driving, but I didn't see him," you said.

"Did you identify the man?" Steve wanted to know, but you shook your head.

"Try to remember, sweetheart," Javi's hand caressed your hair, and his thumb brushed yours while holding your hand.

"He had a mustache..." you sounded like you were questioning.

"Okay," intervened Messina as she stood up, "If she doesn't remember, it could compromise the investigation," she pointed, and everyone agreed. "We are going to follow the lead Peña gave us, but we must manage this under the radar," she warned.

You furrowed your brow, and she intervened again, "The politics are clear: our agents and administrative employees shouldn't get involved with each other." You blushed. "I have to figure out how to manage with our superiors in the US while we solve this on our own."

Messina continued, "We can't jeopardize the mission by getting entangled in personal affairs. Our priority is to apprehend Pablo Escobar and dismantle the drug cartel." Her stern expression softened slightly, and she looked at you. "I understand that emotions can run deep in high-stress situations, but we must remain focused."

You nodded in understanding, despite the lingering sense of fear and unease from the attack.

When your boss and the other agents left the room, Javier, still by your side, gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Javier sat down beside you, taking a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. He watched you with deep concern, his eyes lingering on the wounds on your body. With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of disheveled hair away from your face.

"You were really brave back there, you know?" he said softly, his voice filled with admiration for your courage.

You managed a weak smile despite the pain and anxiety still coursing through you. "I had a good teacher," you replied. His eyes softened, and he leaned closer to plant a tender kiss on your forehead; then, a soft and gentle kiss on your injured lips.

"So," you said when he straightened up, "You think this was Diego's, don't you?"

Javi sighed as he scratched his forehead. "There's something I have to tell you."

You were actually nervous about what he could say. No more secrets, you both had promised. The words he just said seemed to break that agreement. From the look in his eyes, you could tell he knew it too.

He took a deep breath and met your gaze. "You deserve to know, and I should have told you before." You frowned, concern filling your eyes. Javier hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "You know that I went to see Helena," he said, as if he were disarming a bomb. It was true; you knew he had gone to see her after your previous breakup. "She told me that Diego has been linked to some of the people associated with the Medellín Cartel. We've been monitoring him closely because it's obvious they're using him to obtain information about the DEA and the government, taking advantage of the resentment he expresses for being fired."

Your mind raced as you tried to process this revelation. "I was more focused on protecting the work that had taken us so much effort to establish. And I was also trying to protect you," his voice suddenly cracked, and hurt was clearly visible in his eyes as he looked at your still-red eyes and the injuries on your beautiful body. "I didn't want to worry you, but now I know it was a mistake to keep it from you. I failed to protect you."

The weight of the situation settled in as he reached out to hold your hand, seeking your eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotions, guilt filling his chocolate-brown eyes. "Please, forgive me. I couldn't protect you."

"Javi, no," you answered quickly, catching his hand between yours, then caressing his cheek with your thumb. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't know he was going to do such a thing."

"When I saw you lying there, I thought... fuck, I thought I had lost you," he confessed, his eyes filling with tears that ran down his face. "It felt like my own heart was about to stop..."

You couldn't hold back your own tears any longer. Emotions flooded over you, and you pulled him into a gentle embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as he cried.

''I'm here, Javi,'' you consoled him, ''I'm okay, I'm not gonna go anywhere.''

Relief, overwhelming and comforting, coursed through him as he realized you were still there, breathing, alive. It was a profound relief that washed away some of the guilt, but it couldn't erase the trauma you had endured. Javier wasn't one to cry. He didn't even remember the last time he did. He had always been so tough, pragmatic, not letting his emotions take over him. Stress, pressure, guilt, disappointment, fear, frustration; were things he put aside to avoid being blinded in his duties. However, he felt a sense of freedom when he found himself letting off steam in your arms.

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After sending some police officers to check on Javi's apartment, you both were able to return home. It was already night, and you had a headache from all the shock, stress, and spending the entire day in a small hospital room. Javier hadn't had an car anymore, so Steve took you both on his own, and a couple of officials spent the night on the street checking for anything potentially dangerous.

You decided to take a soothing shower to wash away the stress of the day after brushing your teeth. However, with your injured ankle, you struggled to maintain your balance. The pain was a still sharp, and it was hard for you to stand for too long.

Javier, ever attentive, noticed your struggle. "What are you doing?" He rushed to your side, catching you when you were about to fell in the bathroom.

"I need a shower," you said as you couldn't bear your dirty, dusty clothes anymore.

He helped you sit over the toilet and get rid of the bandage. He was worried that you fell on the shower, so he proposed something. "How about we take a shower together? I can help you."

The idea brought a blush to your cheeks, but you couldn't deny that the prospect of sharing a shower with him sounded appearing. With a nod and a shy smile, you accepted his offer.

"That sounds nice," you said, feeling a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

He smiled, reaching out to take your hand. "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle," he gave you a playful wink.

Javier took off your clothes, one by one, gently, until you were completely naked in front on him. Then, he did the same with his own, and guided you into the tiny space of the shower.

Warm water ran over your body, relaxing your muscles, taking away the stains of soil and blood on your body. He took you by your waist to gave you balance as you washed your hair, and then his. You winced when the shampoo stung the scratches on your hands.

"Careful, baby," he whispered, his warm breath brushing your face as he looked down at you.

As you rinsed his hair, you couldn't resist tracing the path of the soap running down his body when he wasn't looking.

You couldn't resist the temptation to let your hands wander along his skin, tracing the contours of his body. He shivered slightly under your touch, and his gaze met yours with a playful yet longing look.

"You're a bit cheeky, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice tinged with desire.

A mischievous grin played on your lips. "Maybe."

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and your bodies pressed against each other in the confined space, under the water.

He leaned down to kiss your lips, and your hands found support on his shoulders. Wet kisses were exchanged, your tongues meeting halfway, and you could feel his masculinity pressing against your lower belly.

Although he had been helping you not to put all your weight on your injured leg, you started to grow tired on your other leg. Javier noticed it and broke the kiss. He, turned off the shower and guided you out of the shower, wrapping an arm around your waist to pulling you up and taking you to his bed, leaving a path of water all over the floor.

"Javi, wait," you protested between giggles, "we're going to make a mess!"

"That's what I intend to do, bonita," he said, gently placing your body on the mattress, a devilish sparkle in his eyes.

He lay beside you, gazing into your eyes with a mix of desire and affection. His hands traced a path along your body, exploring your curves. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his fingers danced across your wet skin. Javier's lips found yours once more.

His fingers found their way to your core, splitting your already wet folds, tracing firm circles on your swollen clit. A gasp escaped your mouth in a shaking breath, your hand wrapping around his forearm by instinct.

"You like that?" He asked, voice so thick and low, close to your lips. You nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Talk to me, baby, I love hearing you."

"Ye-yeah," your voice quivered, feeling his expert movements giving you pleasure. "I like it so much."

"That's right. Such a good girl, as always," he whispered, his tongue tracing your lower lip as his fingers gathered your arousal. "Spread your pretty legs wider for me."

As soon as you obeyed, two of his fingers found the way inside your pussy. You cried out a moan, as his fingers were so thick. Just one had the power to ruin you; two of them felt like too much, but you loved feeling overwhelmed by his touch. Javier Peña was simply addictive.

"Ja-Javi...," you whimpered, moving your hips involuntary to find his touch halfway as his fingers bumped in and out of you, making a wetting, obscene sound that made you blush.

"I know, bonita," he whispered on your ear, causing a shiver run down your body, goosebumps painting your still-wet skin. "I want you to cum on my hand before I fuck you right," his words made you clench around his fingers, making him hiss. You could feel his warm, hard cock against the bone of your hip, twitching with every soft moan that left your throat, pre-cum glistening on the tip.

As his fingers speeded up their movements, his thumb began to work on your clit. You archer your back, your body getting closer to his as your hands took his face, your pelvis turning to meet his, but he never stopped torturing you with his hand.

"Ahhh... ¡Javi!... Ahhh, yes!" you claimed, consumed by the pleasure. His fingers curled inside of you, finding that sweet spot. ''Oh, fuck!''

''C'mon, baby, cum for me,'' he encouraged, as a knot formed in your lower belly, spiraling down to your very core until you detonated in a soundless cry, ''There you go, baby,'' your orgasm convulsing through your body. For a moment, you forgot the pain in your ankle, your knees, the stress of the earlier incident; it was all love and passion. ''Open your mouth,'' he ordered.

Your lips parted, and his two fingers, coated in your own honey, found their way into your mouth. A moan escaped when you tasted yourself on your tongue. "Suck on it," he whispered, his eyes darkened with lust as your tongue played with his fingers. "That little mouth of yours feels really nice, mi amor."

With a slurping sound, he exchanged his fingers for his own lips pressed against yours, savoring the lingering taste of your arousal on your tongue.

With a swift move, he positioned himself on top of you, planting kisses on your neck, descending through your skin, sucking your nipples, licking the soft flesh of your tummy.

Javi kneeled in front of you, between your legs, lifting one of them to place a sweet kiss on your swollen ankle. Then, he reached for your hands and did the same on the scratches in your palms. His lips continued to explore your body, leaving a trail of tender kisses from your knees to your thighs. You could feel the warmth of his breath, and each touch was a soothing balm to the ache in your body.

As his lips reached higher, he met your gaze, eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "Eres tan hermosa," he whispered, his voice husky with intensity. "Te amo demasiado." You felt a shiver run down your spine, a response to both his words and the gentle caresses.

"Yo también te amo mucho," you answered. A lump formed in your throat, overwhelmed by the recent events and the passion and love you felt for the man in front of you.

Javier's eyes softened with genuine affection. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

His hand reacher to his nightstand for a preservative and when he was ready, rubbed the head of his cock along your core. Soft sighs escaped your lips as he teased you. Your hands went to his ass, forcing him against you. "Ple-please, Javi," you pleaded, burning cheeks and pleasure eyes staring at him.

"What is it, baby?" he whispered, his voice thick. You whimpered, pulling up your hips to meet his. He grinned devilishly. He loved having you plead for his cock, his fingers lingering on the delicate skin of your inner thighs. A smirk played on his lips as he watched the anticipation in your eyes.

"I need you," you confessed, desire evident in your voice. "Please, I want to feel you inside."

Without uttering a word, Javier aligned himself with your entrance. You cried out a moan as he buried himself into you in one swift, effortlessly movement.

Your nails dug on his back, his face found a place on the space between your neck and your hair as he growled with pleasure, feeling your walls clenching around his length. He loved that sweet pussy of yours, so warm and tight, and all his.

He waited a few seconds for you to adapted to him, but he was so desperate to fuck you that it was almost painful. All the adrenaline rush of the day, all those emotions, and the love he felt your you culminated in that passionate moment.

Javier moved to find a most comfortable position and then, he lost it. His hips thrust almost desperately against you, making you whimper and moan with intense pleasure as you felt his cock moving in and out of your dripping cunt.

Furthermore, the sight you had of him was like that of a Greek god. His strong arms bulged from holding your hips up to meet his, water still dripping from his hair to his neck and chest, drops twinkling between the freckles on his shoulders. His breath quivered, groans and grunts escaped through his lips with every thrust of his hips.

You swore you could feel him on the entrence of your cervix, he was balls deep on you.

Javi was delighted with the view of your bouncing tits, your blushed cheeks and nose, your pleading eyes filled with pleasure. His heart was racing, his brain shut down for an instant and his world reduced to you. He was ruined by you.

Your bodies moved in sync in a dance of desire. His hands explored your curves, leaving a trail of warmth and electricity. The room filled with the sound of your whispered words and filthy noises.

"Javiii..." you whined, feeling an intense pressure on your core, your body squirming in the sheets. It was too much, you barely could breath. "Ahhh, Javi, I-I'm so... close!"

His hands spread your legs wider in a rough movement, to make space to himself as he let his weight fell over you as he continue with his thrusts. One hand grasped around your neck, applying enough strength to silence your moans, but it felt so fucking good that made you pussy clenched and dripped around his cock, "Fuck, I love your pussy. It's all mine, you're all mine."

"I am, I am," you uttered as best as you could, "My pussy is only yours, Javier."

"My good fucking girl," he whispered, his lips found your and you open your mouth, welcoming his tongue. "I'm yours too, forever."

As his movements became errants and messy and desperately, both of your found your orgasms in synchrony. Your eyes rolled as your back arched for its own will, your fingers tangled in his hair as you said his name like a prayer, over and over again. Javi's back muscles clench with his own release, grunting as he filled the condom, forcing the last thrusts into your cunt as his balls quivered.

The bed was, as he said he wanted, a completely mess. Sheets wet with your cum, and pillows wet with the water of both your hairs.

As you lay together, tangled in the sheets, you traced his jawline with your finger. His eyes were closed, but he was awake. You both were still naked, tired, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.

He opened his eyes, and you could see determination in them, his fingers gently brushed against your cheek. "I won't let him get away with this," he declared, his voice low and resolute. "Diego will pay for what he did to you. I promise you that, mi amor."

You looked into his eyes, finding comfort in his unwavering commitment. "Please promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to lose you or that you do something stupid and ruin your career."

"I promise, bonita. I'll be careful."

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You woke up to a soft kiss on your lips and the delicious aroma of crumbled eggs and coffee. As your eyes opened, you found Javi's gaze fixed on you, a warm and affectionate smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, bonita," he greeted you.

You stretched and yawned, feeling a mix of soreness and comfort from the previous night. "Morning," you replied, a smile forming as you took in the sight of him.

Javier leaned in for another tender kiss. "I've prepared breakfast," he announced, gesturing to the tray adorned with eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of coffee on the bedside table.

As you sat up, he handed you a glass of water along with an ibuprofen pill. "First things first," he said. You took the pill, and then he presented you with a much-needed cup of coffee.

Before you could utter a word, he began tending to the bandages on your ankle. The swelling had increased, accompanied by a prominent bruise. A twinge of pain coursed through you as he gently placed it on a pillow, covering it with an ice pack.

"I hope to be back in action by tomorrow," you said casually, taking a sip from your cup.

Javier, on the other side, furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" he asked.

You looked at him, "I need to return to work," you answered.

"Baby, the doctor said you need at least two weeks to rest," he insisted.

"I can't," you replied, "I haven't even recovered from my sickness leave two months ago, and I have bills to pay."

"Bills for an apartment you barely live in now." He brought your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. "Look, mi amor, I can take care of the bills. I don't want you rushing back to work, especially after what happened."

You sighed, appreciating his concern but still feeling the weight of financial responsibilities. "Javi, I can't rely on you for everything. I need to stand on my own."

His gaze held a mixture of understanding and determination. "I get that, but right now, your well-being is my priority. Let me take care of you, at least until you're back on your feet."

You sighed, a feeling of guilt lingering on you. "It's not fair that you pay for two apartments; you have enough responsibilities with your own, and I know you send money to your dad."

"Well, then I don't have to pay for two apartments," he said. Although you felt relief, it seemed weird that he settled for it so quickly. You knew him; he was stubborn like a mule. You looked at him as if he had grown a third eye.

"So, I can get back to work tomorrow," you said, and he shook his head. "Then how am I supposed to pay my rent?"

"You won't," he answered. "You won't pay rent for an apartment you don't have." He looked at you with a determination that hinted at a decision made. "Move in with me," he suggested.

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by the proposition. "Javi, I—"

He gently interrupted, "I want you to live with me. You already spend every day and night here, and even when you slept there, I slept there too. So no more worrying about rent or bills. Just focus on healing and being with me."

"Are you sure?" You set aside the cup and stared right into his chocolate-brown eyes. "It's a big step, Javi."

He sat closer to you, taking both your hands into his. When he looked into your eyes, you saw in them the most confident look anyone had ever given you. "A hundred percent sure," he answered. Then, he moved a bit nervously, but the determination in his gaze still lingered powerfully as he said, "Listen, I've been thinking about us a lot, and yesterday... it put everything into perspective. Life is too short, and I love you so much." As he said those words, you felt like you went pale.

Is he about to...?

"I want to do things right with you. Moving in together is a big step, and there's no one else I'd rather take it with than you, bonita."

You didn't want to actually ask if he was, well, proposing because he wasn't doing it per se. You didn't want to push him to say something he didn't feel or plan, but your delusional side was about to explode with excitement and love, and you could only think about floating down the aisle to him.

However, when he spoke again, you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"We're going to take things one step at a time. We've only been together for a few months, yet I already know that I love you," he assured you, and tears of love started gathering in your bright eyes. "You must know that I'm serious about us and our future. So, what do you say? Wanna live with me?"

You let out a nervous giggle, overwhelmed by his beautiful words, his willing to share a life with you. You were so damn in love with him.

"Yes!," you nodded and a big smile crossed his handsome features, "Let's do this."

He leaned in, sealing the agreement with a sweet and lingering kiss, and you couldn't help but feel that, despite the challenges, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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GLIMPSE OF A LIFE WITH JAVIER PEÑA

Chapter 14

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Summary: Just when you think everything was over and you can live in peace with your Javi, your perfect love story seems to crumble at your feet.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: ANGST AND LOTS OF CRYING😭 Mentions of physical damage. Mentions of kidnapping.

A/N: I’m sorry for this chapter, I hope you don’t hate me😭 but stay tuned for next chapters☝️🤓

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You just wanted to go home, but you knew you couldn't. It wasn't safe anymore. Now you had to hide in a new apartment, guarded by police officers for only God knew how long. It made you feel more comfortable, though, but it felt awkward.

You had spent hours surrounded by agents, doctors, and many other people doing their job to help you out of that horrible situation you had been in. They asked you a lot of questions: What did they tell you? Did you know about Javi and Los Pepes? What was your relationship with Diego Ibarra? What did you see or hear about anything they could use for their investigations? The questions from the doctors were the most uncomfortable: Did they abuse you? The answer was no, fortunately, but they insisted many times as if you were hiding it.

You didn't stop asking for Javi almost every fifteen minutes. The last time you saw him was when he came back from that house and hold you between his arms and let your cried out loud on his shoulder. Then, he said he needed to go to the base and you needed to get proper medical attention. He promised he would be with you as soon as possible, and reclutantly left your side. It had been twelve hours since then.

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You knew those bruises would stay for a while. They were everywhere: on your cheeks, your arms, the back of your neck, your torso, and your legs.

Looking at your reflection in the small mirror hanging on the bathroom wall, your eyes watered as flashes of what had happened crossed your mind. It had been only hours since you were rescued. You were still sensitive and scared. Uncertainty flooded as the grayest of clouds above your head. However, the thought of Javi, his protection, and company made you feel that there was hope. You were sure that both of you could make it out of this mess together. You loved him and you knew he loved you too.

As if your thoughts had summoned him, Javi's voice carried through the apartment, calling your name. You wrapped your semi-naked body with a towel before you told him you were in the room.

Javi entered the room, his eyes filled with concern as they met yours. His gaze softened as he saw you, vulnerable and marked by the ordeal.

You ran into his arms, wrapping yours around his torso, pressing your cheek against his beating heart.

"It's okay, baby, I'm here," he held you tightly, his voice a soothing balm in the midst of chaos. "I'm sorry I left you alone for so long, but I had things to fix at the base," he added, his hands brushing your hair still wet from the shower.

"Now you're here, amor, that's all that matters," you promised. Then, as if a rock had fallen on your stomach, you remembered Javi had been shot. You stepped back, your hands tracing his sides. "Javi, you've been shot... what happened?"

He took your hands between his, pressing his lips softly on your knuckles. Then he looked into your eyes.

"Get dressed, baby, we have to talk." Although his eyes tried to stay warm for you, there was something in his tone you didn't like.

He waited for you on the lone sofa in the living room, and after you changed into one of his shirts and your pajama pants, you joined him.

"Listen," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice you couldn't help but notice. He was trying to find the right words, but he was struggling. You reached out for his broad, calloused hand to help him relax at least a little.

"You can tell me anything," you promised. "I don't care what you had with Los Pepes or what you did to get Diego out of our lives. I'm with you, Javi, no matter what."

Javier exhaled deeply, his gaze fixed on yours, appreciating the unwavering support reflected in your eyes.

"It's much more complicated than that, and I don't want you to be involved," he said, his voice steady but laced with tension.

You could see the anxiety in his eyes, causing your stomach to knot with anticipation of the worst. Something in his gaze conveyed the seriousness of the situation. It felt as if he was about to reveal he had a target on his back and someone had already pulled the trigger.

Javier took a moment, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for the right words, a sense of dread creeping over you.

Finally, he spoke, his voice measured but filled with urgency. "You remember Los Pepes, right?"

You nodded, your heart sinking at the mention of the ruthless group.

"I've been working with them for almost a year now, exchanging information, infiltrate their ranks," he explained.

The revelation hit you like a ton of bricks. Your mind raced, trying to comprehend the implications of Javier's involvement with such a notorious group.

"I didn't want to tell you or Steve, to involve you in all this," Javier continued, his voice strained with guilt. "But now that Messina knows, things have become even more complicated."

A wave of fear washed over you as you realized the magnitude of the situation.

Javier added, "I convinced Messina not to report my situation to the Embassy or the DEA. At least not for now. I'm gonna try to fix this, enough so I can avoid as much retaliation as possible. I'm preparing something."

"What is it?" You wanted to know. You knew that whatever he was planning to do would work.

Javier's eyes bore into yours, his expression a mixture of determination and concern. "I'll convince Judy Moncada to testify against the Cali Cartel in exchange for protection in the U.S.," he explained. "It's risky, and I can't guarantee what will happen, but that's my best card."

Your mind whirled with fear as you realized the dangers involved in infiltrating such a ruthless organization.

"I won't let you do this alone," you declared, your voice trembling with emotion. "We're in this together, Javi. Whatever happens, we face it together."

You expected him to relax, to soften his gaze and thank you for being supportive, but it didn't happen that way. On the contrary, he looked like he couldn't even look at you, and he was struggling to say the next.

"There's something else you must know," he began, his voice heavy with reluctance.

Your heart sank as you braced yourself for whatever revelation was to come.

"Messina is sending you back to Mexico with your family," he said, the words landing heavily in the silence of the room. "After you were kidnapped, it was decided that the DEA won't risk your life anymore."

Javier's words hung heavy in the air, the weight of their meaning pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. The thought of leaving everything behind, of being separated from Javier and the relationship you had built together, filled you with an overwhelming sense of loss and despair.

"What?" It was all you could muster for a moment, as you stared at him with disappointment and confusion. A wave of heat ran through your body, your eyes burning with tears. "No... Javi, I won't leave you... Please, you have to talk to Messina, she can't..."

"The decision is made, I don't and I won't appeal to the contrary," he interrupted you, the firmness in his voice resolute. "You're leaving first thing tomorrow morning."

Javier's agreement with the decision felt like a betrayal, a sacrifice made for the greater good but at the cost of your relationship and your consent. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to come to terms with the harsh reality of the situation. You knew deep down that Javier was right, that it was the safest option for you. But accepting it felt like surrendering to defeat, admitting that your life would never be the same again.

"You can't be fuckin' serious," you uttered, your voice trembling with disbelief and a hint of defiance.

Javier remained steadfast, his expression a mix of empathy and resolve as he absorbed your reaction. He reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly before gently cupping your cheek, his touch a fleeting reassurance in the midst of uncertainty.

"I wish there was another way, amor," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "But for now, this is what's best for you, for us."

"How?" You dared, but he didn't answer. "I won't leave, Javier, not without you," you insisted.

"Please, don't make this harder than it already is," he said. His voice remained tender, but you felt a burning pang of betrayal and disbelief in your chest, prompting you to move out of his reach. You could see the pain in his eyes at your rejection, but you were too blinded by hurt to care.

"I don't care if Messina fires me or locks me in here for the rest of my life, I'm not leaving you," you said firmly. Javier could see the determination in you, and he knew you wouldn't give up easily.

"You can't stay even if I change my mind, which I won't. The Colombian Embassy is canceling your visa tomorrow." Your heart ached at his words as the reality of your impending departure settled in.

"I can't believe you're getting rid of me that easily, Javier," you lamented.

"No, don't say that," he intervened, his voice filled with sorrow. "I'm not trying to get rid of you," he continued, his voice soft but resolute. "I'm trying to keep you safe. I can't bear the thought of anything else happening to you."

"But I don't want to leave you," you confessed, tears welling up in your eyes. The prospect of being separated from Javier filled you with an overwhelming sense of loss and loneliness.

Javier's expression softened, his gaze filled with love and understanding. "I don't want you to go either," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't risk your safety anymore."

"I'm not your responsibility. Anything that happened was your fault," you said, you said, your voice quivering with sobs.

"I'm not your responsibility either, bonita," his fingers wiped your tears, holding your head with his broad and caring hands. Your heart ached at the thought that it might be the last time you'd feel his protective touch, his hands over you taking care of you as only he could.

As his words sank in, you realized the depth of his sacrifice, the pain etched into his features mirroring your own. Despite the heartache and uncertainty, you knew that Javier's decision was driven by love, a selfless act to protect the person he cherished most in the world.

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Neither of you slept that night. Javier and you lay on the unfamiliar bed, your head on his chest, his arms around you holding you tight.

For moments, you cried, and he could feel your tears falling on his skin like acid. He felt guilty for the times he put your life in danger and for hurting you with his stubbornness and the stupid things he sometimes said. And now, for leaving you.

He was afraid. His heart and stomach felt like they could turn over at the mere thought of his plan not working. If he doesn't make a deal with Judy Moncada or if the American government doesn't accept his redemption, he could go to jail for treason and conspiracy with the enemy.

He didn't care of loosing his job, but he feared loosing you forever. It had to work, and then he had to catch Escobar. Once he finish his duty, he planned to made you his and never let you go again.

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"I'll come back for you," he vowed, his voice trembling with emotion. "I promise."

You couldn't contain your broken sobs, your nails clenching his shirt. "I'm gonna miss you, mi amor," you promised. Your hands cupped his head, your thumbs brushing his mustache, his lips, your eyes memorizing his features and the warm brown of his gaze. He was so handsome, so right, so familiar. "Please take care of yourself, Javi," you begged, because you knew he wouldn't. "Eat well, sleep well, and protect yourself. I'll be waiting for you."

"Don't worry about me, bonita," he whispered, planting a kiss on your lips.

Your flight was announced once more, and reluctantly, you stepped back. You found Steve behind Javi, looking sad too, as he had to let his own wife go as well. Connie had left thirty minutes ago with Olivia, for their safety.

"Take care of you both," you said to him.

With a heavy heart, you turned away from Javier, trying to imprint every detail of his face in your memory. The airport terminal seemed to blur as tears clouded your vision. Steve placed a comforting hand on Javier's shoulder, silently offering his support.

As you walked towards the departure gate, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness gnawing at your heart. Every step away from Javier felt like a step into the unknown, leaving behind the life you had built together. The flight attendants ushered you onto the plane, but your mind remained anchored to Javier, to the home you were leaving behind, to the uncertain future that lay ahead for your relationship.

As the plane ascended into the sky, you gazed out of the window, watching the city lights fade into the distance.

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TWO WEEKS LATER

Returning home felt strange, nothing like you imagined it would be. You called up your sister Silvia from the airport after landing in Monterrey. She was surprised, having no clue you were on your way back. You didn't have the chance to let anyone know—it all happened too fast, and it hurt too much.

Staying at Silvia's place for a couple of days, you spilled everything to her and your other sister Sara. The kidnapping, leaving Javier behind, and how worried sick you were about him. They cried with your story, they couldn't believe their little sister went through all that.

You kept it all from abuelo because you didn't want to stress him out. When you finally saw him, once your bruises disappeared and you made up a story about your suddenly return, you put on a brave face, hiding the turmoil inside.

And your mom? Well, you didn't tell her a thing. You couldn't deal with her judgmental comments about you and Javier, a guy you well knew she never approved of anyway.

Every day felt like a struggle without Javier around. His absence was like a missing piece of your heart. You only managed to talk to him a few times, for a few fleeting minutes, during your first two weeks back home. You always ended up crying, and he always sounded stressed and off. But you held onto the hope of seeing him again, believing that love could conquer all...

Until it didn't.

You were playing with your nieces and one of your newborn nephews when your brother-in-law arrived home with the newspaper of the day. He looked worried as he asked your sister Silvia to speak with him. You didn't understand why yet, but something inside you had a sinking feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Your sister handed you the newspaper, and as you scanned the headlines, your heart sank like a stone. The Miami Herald had posted an interview with a narco leader, Judy Moncada, confessing Javier's relationship with Los Pepes.

The words blurred together as you read, and a sickening feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. It was all over. You knew that with this revelation, Javier's future hung in the balance, and the threat of prison loomed large over him.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the gravity of the situation. The life you had known, the love you had shared, everything was crumbling around you. You felt a wave of helplessness wash over you, unable to protect Javier from the consequences of his actions.

Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but one thing was clear: you had to find a way to help him, to support him through this nightmare. But how? The uncertainty gnawed at your insides, leaving you feeling powerless and lost.

Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but one thing was clear: you had to find a way to help him, to support him through this nightmare. But how? The uncertainty gnawed at your insides, leaving you feeling powerless and lost.

You immediately dialed his number, but he didn't answer. So, you called Connie. She had also seen the news and told you Steve had called her to inform her that Javier had been sent to Washington. You asked her for a number, and a couple of hours later, she called back to give you the number Steve had provided.

"Peña," he answered the second time you tried to call. His tone was clear, exasperation and fatigue weighing heavily on his shoulders. He sounded curt, as if he had never spoken to you before. But he didn't know it was you.

You stayed silent for a moment, unsure how to begin. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "Javier, it's me," you finally said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I just saw the news... I can't believe what they're saying about you."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, as if Javier was processing your words. When he spoke again, his voice softened slightly. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this," he said, his tone heavy with regret. "But I can't explain everything right now."

Your heart sank at his words. "Javi, please," you pleaded, the desperation evident in your voice. "Tell me what's going on, what can I do for you? I want to help you."

There was another pause, longer this time. You could almost hear the internal struggle in his silence. Finally, he spoke, his voice weary and resigned. "I appreciate your offer, but there's nothing you can do for me," he said.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words. You wanted to argue, to fight for him, but you knew deep down that he was right. You were powerless to help him from afar.

"Javi..." you started, but your voice trailed off, choked with emotion. "Connie told me you are in Washington. I can flight tomorrow, I want to see you..."

"That won't be necessary," he intervened.

"Please, I don't want you to be alone. We're going to figure this out. Together," you insisted, desperation started to overwhelm you.

"Listen, I'm sorry, but I don't think its a good idea," he replied dryly, punching you like a ton of bricks.

"What are you talking about?"

"I couldn't fix it," he said, his voice trailing off. The weight of his admission hung heavy in the air, leaving you reeling with shock and disbelief.

"What do you mean, you couldn't fix it?" you pressed, your voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and fear. "Javi, you can't give up like this. We can find a way through this together."

"I've made mistakes, and now I have to face the consequences," he admitted, his tone laced with regret. "But I don't want you to be dragged down with me."

Your heart ached at his words, the reality of the situation crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You wanted to reach through the phone, to hold him close and tell him that you would stand by his side no matter what. But his resolve was unwavering, his decision final.

"Javi, please," you pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Don't shut me out. Let me be there for you."

"I can't ask you to do that," he said, his voice filled with anguish. "It's not fair to you. You deserve better than this."

"But you're worth it," you insisted, your voice breaking with emotion. "You're worth every moment, every risk, every sacrifice. I love you, Javi, and I'm not giving up on us."

There was a long, agonizing silence as Javier grappled with your words, his own emotions in turmoil. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "But I'm going to jail for my mistakes. It's over, and I'm sorry."

"I can wait for you, Javi," you confessed, because it was true. You could wait for him an eternity if was necessary.

He let out a shaky breath, overwhelming for your fidelity and love he feel he didn't deserve. You were so pure and sweet and perfect for a guy like him. "I can't let you throw your life away for me. You're young and very beautiful, I can't tie you to a man who is not free. It's selfish," as he spoke, your heart heavy with sorrow and anguish.

"Don't say that, Javier... please, don't do this to me, to us," you begged, desperately trying to make him understand, but the decision was made.

"Just... take care of yourself, okay? That's all I ask."

And with that, he hung up, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a sense of helplessness that weighed heavily on your heart.

The line went silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a heavy shroud. You knew that Javier was trying to protect you, to shield you from the fallout of his actions. But you also you knew that this was only the beginning of a long and difficult journey.

NEXT CHAPTER

life as we know it : series | javier peña

pairing - javier peña x f!reader series summary - when a failed blind date with an insufferable man turns into more than you bargained for in the blink of an eye. Life as you know it is no longer what you planned for. series warnings - enemies to lovers, failed blind date, wrong time right person-ish, rom-com adjacent at times, angst, minor character death(s), found family, unexpected parenthood, some angst at times, smut, slow burn, unplanned pregnancy, grumpy!javier & soft!javier, AU, no Colombia, each chapter will contain proper warnings notes - oh look, Heidi has another series planned before she’s finished the other… so sue me! Lol This is loosely based off the movie with the same title, Life As We Know It. Ive been wanting to write something with Javier as a parent in some sense, but it didn’t fit into any of my storylines— so when @gnpwdrnwhiskey gave me this idea and I watched the movie, I knew this was exactly what I wanted to write for him. I don’t have a timeline for the series to keep the pressure off having to produce chapters rapidly.

Coming Soon / Late Summer 2024!

archives l Javier Peña

Summary:  you shouldn't have met him there

Warnings:  +18, smut, angst, swearing, sex without protection (don’t do that!),

A/N: I don't have much to say. I'll just leave this here. please be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

"Shit!"

You cursed quietly as the cardboard box you were trying to take off slipped out of your hands and fell to the archive floor, spilling its contents. Folders with carelessly written names, scattered pages of typescript, photos - all of this now lay under your feet.

You had been sitting in this dark and musty room for almost an hour, trying to find the documents you needed. But the number of shelves and bookcases made this place a real labyrinth. Your eyes slid over the names and places that the files lying on the floor referred to - still not that one.

Another dark alley didn’t look inviting, but you had no other choice. You strained your eyes when suddenly you heard a strange movement, and then a voice that sent shivers down your spine.

"A lonely woman in a place like this." someone tsk-tsked approaching you "I guess they don't teach you anything in this office, do they?"

You sighed with relief when you saw the familiar face of a man leaning against the shelf next to you.

"Javier. You shouldn't be sneaking around like that." you hissed. "What are you doing here anyway? It's late."

"I had some paperwork." he replied, his dark eyes shamelessly gliding over your figure. "I saw you left your stuff. I thought I'd look for you."

"Mhm. For what purpose?"

You saw the tip of his tongue as he licked his lips with it. "I haven't seen you in a while." he noted.

"I'm here all the time." you mumbled and averted your gaze to the shelves in front of you. Although you could see the letters that formed the descriptions of individual boxes, you didn't understand anything from them. The room suddenly seemed even more stuffy to you.

"I haven't seen you at my place." he clarified.

Something tightened your insides. You knew perfectly well what Javier meant. You knew it all too well…

For the past few months, you and Javier Peña had a certain relationship. It all started after one of the more brutal arrests. You were both stressed and overstimulated, and then something snapped and without knowing how you ended up in Javier's apartment fucking him on the couch.

No. You knew exactly how you ended up there. You weren't drunk, and neither was he. But then you had a few drinks and felt terrible guilt. Javier absolved you, and showed up at your place a few days later. And you fucked again, this time in your bed.

It was just sex. 

To get rid of the pressure and stress. And Peña had a lot of it in him. Sometimes it was rough and strong, sometimes he used the time to play with you, like a predator before devouring its prey. But you didn't complain.

Only when you noticed that you were waiting for the familiar knock on the door, that you were searching for him with your eyes in the office, that you were sensitive to the sound of his voice - that made you think.

That's when you backed off. "This is the last time." You told him as you put on your panties. "I met someone. He's a nice guy. He works at the embassy." Javier snorted. He didn't believe that you could leave him. Not when his cum was still dripping down your thigh. But you left his apartment, the door closed, and that was it.

He saw you with that guy. Once in one of the bars. And he knew that you saw him too. That evening, for the first time in a long time, he took a hooker home. But she wasn't you.

You became his obsession. You were within arm's reach, and yet he couldn't touch you. And then he realized that it hadn't been just about sex for a long time.

He could see that you were confused. Your fingers were nervously tapping some rhythm on one of the shelves, your eyes were avoiding his.

"We talked about it." You finally answered.

"Yeah, I know. You have someone." Javier snorted "A nice guy from the embassy. Did you tell him about us?"

"There was no 'us'."

"So you didn't." A smirk spread under his mustache, and you felt like punching him in the face. "You're a naughty girl."

"Oh, stop it!" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. "Don't act like a kid who lost a toy. You have plenty of them!"

Peña tilted his head, watching you carefully, processing your words. There was something hypnotizing about him. You saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed, his chest heaving with his steady breath. His eyes, dark as night, were still watching you, and you were slowly afraid to move.

Finally, you were the first to speak. "Listen, I don't know what you've got in mind, but I'm not going to get into this. I'm in a healthy relationship with a cool guy, you're not going to interrogate me now."

"A happy relationship?"

"W-What?" you stuttered, surprised.

"I'm asking if it's a happy relationship." Javier raised his eyebrows slightly, repeating his question, "You know, satisfying. Exciting. Arousing."

He said each word in a way that hit all your senses at once.

"A healthy one." You repeated, and he smiled again.

He took a few lazy steps toward you, his fingers sliding over the boxes on the shelves.

"So you're not getting wet just thinking about him?" his voice lowered and you felt warmth creeping up your neck "Don't you feel that pleasant shiver when he's close? Does he know what he has to do to make you come in just a few minutes? How long did it take us, hermosa? Four, or five?"

"You're an asshole, Peña!" you hissed.

"I am." he shrugged "But you felt good with me, didn't you? You were in my bed like that lazy kitten stretching in the sheets. Your thighs covered in hickeys. You had chaff instead of brains from how many times I let you come."

Every word he said struck those chords inside you that made your legs go numb. Peña was a devil in human skin and he decided to possess you. He was so close that you could smell the remnants of his cologne and cigarettes. This must have been what hell looked like. You were damned.

"I'm happy, Javier." you said quietly "He treats me well."

Warm fingers brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, running over your warm cheeks to your chin.

"That's good." he mumbled. "If he treated you badly I would have to kill him, cariño. But was I bad to you? Tell me."

Finally you looked into his eyes, almost defiantly. Javier wanted to kiss you right then, but he held back.

"So you tell me how you treated me, Javier." you said. "Who was I to you? A pussy on two legs that you had whenever you wanted?"

"That's funny." he laughed quietly. "You don't say anything about the evenings when you came to visit me." you swallowed loudly. "You were so horny then. So unsatisfied. You let me do such things to you..."

"Shut up!"

A sly smile appeared on his face again. You were already in a losing position. But suddenly Javier softened.

"Do you love him?"

"Please."

"Do you?"

"It's not that simple."

"Oh, it is. You see, baby, if someone asked me if I loved you..." your heart stopped beating for a moment, you listened to his words with horror "...I'd tell him to fuck off." You couldn't help but snort, and Javier smiled but didn't stop talking "But if I asked myself, do you know what I'd answer? I'd say you're a thorn in my side. You've dug yourself under my skin. You've made yourself at home in my heart. I'm pissed off when I see you with him. And when I think of him fucking you..."

His hands tightened on your hips. You were so stunned by his words that you didn't protest when he pulled you closer.

"Tell me that if I slip my hand into your panties, I won't feel how wet you are. This pussy knows she’s only mine. And I want you, all of you."

"Javier, please..." your lips brushed against his.

"What are you asking for, cariño? I'll do anything for you. Just tell me."

Tears pressed into your eyes. His words filled your head, reaching for everything you didn't want to feel. Fear followed right behind the desire, how much Javier had imprinted himself on your heart.

"Don't destroy me, Javier." You whispered as the first tear rolled down your cheek. "I couldn't be just your girl for one night anymore. It was killing me... The thought of never owning you."

"I've been just yours for a long time, hermosa. And I'll never stop being."

His lips crashed against yours so hard that you could barely catch your breath.

Your fingers slid into his hair as you pressed yourself even closer to him. God! You missed him so much. It was torture to work with Peña in the same place, when looking at him you remembered how his head was between your legs giving you orgasm after orgasm.

And now his tongue was deep in your mouth again, his hand tightened on your breast, but your moan was drowned out.

You felt the shelf behind you, and Javier's body pressed you against it hard, spreading your legs with his thigh. The hard bulge in his pants rubbed against you, making you feel hot in your core.

His lips slid down your neck, nibbling and kissing the sensitive skin. Your blouse and  bra were pulled up to free your breasts. Hot lips sucked on your nipple. You rolled your hips to feel the friction, something to give you relief, because you couldn't hold it in anymore.

Javier overwhelmed your senses, and your body begged for him intensely.

"Just as I thought." he mumbled as your breast slipped from his lips and his hand dug into your panties. "You're wet. So juicy, hermosa. Just for me."

"Please, Javier, I want to feel you." you stuttered with difficulty.

You could see in his eyes that he was already on the edge. He was barely holding himself back from destroying you right now, in a second. But as your hands began to unbuckle his belt, he began to pull up your skirt.

"I want to feel that tight pussy again." he panted as he grabbed your thigh tightly and rested it on his hip, opening you up for him. "You were rude to take her away from me, you know? I was starving to taste her again." he pushed your panties aside and his fingers ran over your folds "Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to ruin this beautiful pussy, hermosa."

"I want you, Javi." you whispered "I'm only yours."

"That's right. Only mine."

With one quick thrust, his hard cock slid inside you. You moaned loudly at the sudden stretch. Javir pushed himself all the way to the base, filling you up like only he could. You were pinned to the shelf behind you by his body, but you didn't mind.

Peña began to move hard. His hand gripped your thigh, and the other helped you stabilize. With each subsequent thrust, you felt like he was going deeper. His lips found yours, but they were just kisses stealing your precious breath.

"Fuck, you take me so well. You're made for me, baby." he panted as he pressed his face against your cheek "I want you all to myself again, to fuck you the way you like. To hear you scream my name until - shit - I fill you to the brim. You like that, don't you? You love the way my cum leaks out of you."

"I... I didn't let him." you replied, tightening your fingers in his hair "He never... I never let him cum inside me. Only you, Javi... Only you."

"Fuck! I knew it!" he kissed you hard, his movements quickening.

You couldn't pretend anymore. You were on the edge, and Javier wanted to push you off with great pleasure. His cock moved inside you, hitting the spot you needed.

"Cum for me, cariño! I want to feel you. I want to feel that pussy squeeze me. Shit! I’ve got you, baby!"

An animalistic moan escaped your throat, your nails digging into his shoulder. But Javier didn't feel any pain. He only felt you, saw only you. He saw your body trembling with the pleasure he gave you. Now his thrusts were stronger, but he didn't need much to come.

"Fuck, you're only mine. Only mine." he panted, hiding his face near your neck as his seed poured inside you.

You felt a twitch as he spurted the last drops, and then he stopped. This small space was filled only by your breath. You felt the sweat running down your back, Javier's hot body. And then he pulled out, leaving you strangely empty.

You adjusted your clothes as he buttoned his pants, and after a moment you felt warm hands cupping your face, his lips finding yours again. He kissed you slowly, tenderly, gently. Like a lover, not the man who had just fucked you in your office archives. Although maybe it was the same thing.

He rested his forehead against yours leaving you in a sweet distraction "I don't want you to slip away from me again." he whispered "Never again."

"I won't do that." you replied "I'll always be a thorn in your side."

"The sexiest I know."

He kissed you again and you knew what you had to do. You were scared but you knew that together you would do it. And after this all you had was each other.

And that was good.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

I was going to write a series but I get more inspiration just with Javier Pena alone. So this will follow a story line and I hope it makes sense.

Chapter 1:

“Come in” I open the door and make my way inside to the closest desk. The blonde guy acts on his emotions as he is shocked to see me infront of him. “Hello am-”

“Agent Steve Murphy” I brushed off shaking his hand. “Am aware.”

“What do we owe the pleasure of your visit? Or are you even talking to us?” I brush off the annoying voice. Well to explain it better it wasn’t annoying, it was arrogant which is worse.

“I need copies and list of people you have encounter in the Escobar case”

“Aren’t you just an analyst following behind the ambassador like a lost puppy?” I took a quick deep breath before turning around to Agent Pena.

“Something like that” I lower my voice walking over until I am standing over him. He spreads himself into his chair, turning his chair in my direction.

“Then why would you need information on our case? Did the ambassador approve this?” He sits up straight looking up at me. His eyes are so innocent from my point of view. A little smirk playing on his lips, tempting.

“I think it doesn't concern you beyond this point,” I lean forward resting my hands on both of the armrests. “I am not just some analyst. If you decide to utter a single word towards the ambassador both you and your partner will be on the next flight out to the states.” I move my head to the side, getting closer to his face. “I know how important this is to you and him” His dark brown eyes stare deeply into mine without blinking. “And if you still have doubts I will tell you one last thing so you can believe me” I move even closer until I am right beside his ear so only he could hear me. “The ambassador can be right beside you on that flight. That's how much power I hold as just an analyst” With a smile I stood up straight. “Leave them in my office as soon as possible”

“Yes ma’am” . Satisfied I fix my skirt and walk out the room towards the ambassador's office. From afar I could hear a groan or two. Those are men for you. I shake my head as I open the door to see the ambassador talking on the phone.

“Of course, I will” She says her goodbyes. “Have everything you need?” She asked, knowing exactly what I was doing.

“Yes” Just need to brush up on some information but I am practically ready.

“Good” She stands up, making herself a drink. “You picked your people, you have 1 week left” I nod my head understanding how it usually goes. “Pablo is leaving so you will have time to infiltrate without much noise”

“Of course” I give her a smile before walking out to my office. A stack of files already thrown ontop of my desk.

Chapter 2

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

Chapter 2

“When were you going to tell us?” I turn around freighten at the voice only to see Pena standing infront of the exit door. “Were you even going to tell us that you were this involved?” He walks closer, the only light being the light of the moon coming from the windows.

“Pena,” I warned in a low tone. I look through the window discreetly noticing signs of people on the other side.

“Don’t Pena me! Answer my question” I took the rest of the steps forward to be right infront of him. I slowly roam my hands up his chest and I find his lost eyes narrowed on mine.

“People are watching from the other side. I know you have questions but you can’t come in here and put us in danger like this” His eyebrows relaxed. I don’t know if it was because of the explanation or because by this time my hands were wrapped around his neck and my body pushed against his. “I check the room regularly so it's not bugged but they can see us” I lean my face forward pulling him down towards me to make it seem like we were kissing. “I don’t need to explain anything to you but I will for the sake of you not mess this operation up for all of us” I pull his hair back earning a groan of dislike?. I smirk, pulling away. I go to the window acting as I am happy with company as I close the blinds. I turn around walking into the bathroom to get unready from the hell of the day that I just had. “How did you find me?”

“DEA, remember?” I walk out standing in front of him with my hand on my hip not fooling with his sarcasm.

“I know that stupid.” I rolled my eyes taking out my jewlery as I continued to speak to him. “The only people who know about this would never blabbed” I walk closer looking into his eyes in case he lies. “So either someone went looking into something they shouldn’t or you got really go instincts'' There goes that dumb smirk again

“Thanks for the compliment” He turns around and sits on the bed. I had turned the light on in the bathroom so it cast a light in the room but not enough to make a shadow from the inside.

“That wasn’t a compliment” I say coldly. “If you figure it out somehow, that means anyone from this side can easily look into it.” I was beyond the breakpoint of stress and this made it break somehow even more.

“I was careful. I followed you from a distance then I heard a description of a woman around this side of town.”

“From who?” I ask walking back into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Miguel from the bar” Of course. I turn on the water and need a much refreshing shower. “Said you go there every friday and take shots like there is no tomorrow” I smile.

“Water shots that is” I have a guy working in that bar that is not Miguel. That's where I give my daily intel. “What else did he say?”

“Not much” I looked up as I waited for the shower to heat up. I focus on the mirror and see him standing behind me as I remove my makeup. “At first I thought it was just some woman who he seemed to have a fascination with, a hooker” I rolled my eyes again. “But then he told me of a certain tattoo of hers' ' His right hand circles around my waist. His face lay gently on my shoulder to look straight into my eyes using the mirror. His fingers ghost over my shirt until he finally pulls it up to reveal the tattoo on my hip. “There is only one woman with this tattoo” A while ago he spilled coffee on my dress. I knew he did it on purpose but he denies it. He walked in on my change and happened to catch a glimpse of me without a shirt.

“Hate to ruin it for you but it's fake” I hear a quiet hmm. I focus back on him, his eyes are focused on roaming and tracing the tattoo with his finger. I would be lying if I didn’t want to relax against him. Close my eyes and just soak in his presence. I'm making myself believe it's because it's been 2 months without actual human contact. Someone that I don’t have to put my defence up with. It’s a sort of relief from the fake life I am living for god knows how long.

“Either way you choose this tattoo for a reason” He looked up with a smirk playing on his face. Truth was he was right but the tattoo had nothing to do with him. The letter J in a cursive font that fades into a life line and a heart. The only color being the red heart. The whole thing inside a picture frame with selected flowers growing on the borders. I rolled my eyes pushing him away.

“It had to be an over the top ridiculous tattoo that matches my story” I grab a towel and wrap it around my body. “I need to shower” I thought it was obvious what I wanted him to do but what could I expect?. He nods, turning around to sit on the toilet seat.

“And I want to hear more about the story behind the tattoo and your story behind disappearing for 2 months and not telling us about this” I roll my eyes once again letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Fine” I did say I was going to tell him the truth. As I begin speaking I start to undress under the towel. “Pablo is tied together with an investigation I am running. I needed all the evidence but not to take it away from you and Murphy like you accused me of” I threw my final piece of cloth on the ground. “ I can’t tell you what the investigation is about but I can tell you what I am doing here.” Which is plain simple. I get into the shower and close the curtain. I throw the towel out and get under the water. “The ambassador does know about this and thought it would be best to not get you involved. The whole thing with Pablo has taken a hit and we couldn’t risk anything going bad”

“How the hell does that help us? If we are not supposed to know about this, how do we get the information you collect?” The man is not patient enough.

“The random hits you get from locals is how. In the bar there's an intel who spreads the information and he makes sure it gets to you”

“Miguel?” I chuckle, shaking my head.

“No” He would cry with such an easy task. “You don’t need to know who he is.” I finish washing my hair and moving on to my body. The soap here sucks. “I am collecting evidence on Pablo. We couldn’t run on crooked people such as the police to tell us the truth about him. We needed trustworthy information so the ambassador brought me in”

“For how long?” That was the dreaded question I have been asking myself for the past 2 weeks.

“Another month tops” And that is what I have been telling myself for those 2 weeks so I don’t go crazy counting the seconds I have to be here.

“How are you going to get out? Is it just you and the intel? I hope you have a plan because if you are close to Pablo or any of his men you won’t be able to get out easy” I nod my head waiting for him to stop saying things I already knew. I crack the curtain open a bit to grab the towel from the floor. “They will find out and come-”

“I understand” I stand infront of him, making him look up at me. “This isn’t my first rodeo” With that I turnt to walk out of the bathroom.

“So you do have a plan?”

“Yes Pena, I have a plan” I grab my clothes and as soon as he steps out the bathroom I go back inside but stop at the entrance. “But that's none of your business” I closed the door so I could finally be in private. Knowing Pena he is going to make it his business. I need him to mess this up for us. But he is not the only one I am worried about. My undercover story would never justify this. It's not the kind of person I pretend to be. “Pena” I walk out to tell him my idea or to figure out one but now it seems we are running with mine. He probably laid back and sleep took over. I grab a throw blanket and cover him. My plan involved him being here for a couple of hours so having him asleep is perfect. I don’t have to hear him while I do some work.

So as I was currently working at the kitchen table hoping it would make time go by faster but no luck. I closed my computer taking in a deep breath. Pena was currently taking up the bottom half of the bed and I had no strength to move him and I needed to stay awake to make sure I got my plan in place. The ringing of a phone scared me. I ran quickly over and answered it. “Why haven’t you texted me? I know you have been looking for her but-”

“Murphy, I have no time. Pena will explain everything but I need you to promise me something” I look out the window hoping he wouldn’t give me hell right now

“Y/N” he said in a low tone

“This phone call is probably being traced. I need you to listen” I hide behind the blinds again. “Pena will probably want to look into what I am in. I don’t need that. I need you to promise me that neither you or him or anyone else would get involved”

“I don’t understand”

“You don’t have to. Promise me”

“I promise” . With that, I hung up the phone. I like to keep my phone calls under a minute.

“Pena” I shook him carefully. “Pena” I said his name a couple more times, losing hope. I probably needed to say it a little louder but I can’t run that risk. “Pena!” I say in a hush tone. I move to sit on the bed next to his head. I grin a bit as I place one hand covering his mouth and the other pitching his nose. I wait a couple seconds and his eyes pop open. “It's me” I grunt as he got up grabbing my hands and pinned me to the bed.

“You don’t do that” I lost count on the things he had told me I couldn’t do.

“Well you wouldn’t wake up” I moved my wrist with no luck. “Can you let go?” I narrowed my eyes but nothing.

“It's my turn to have some fun” He was currently leaning over me with his legs on the floor. But within a second he crawls up, placing one knee in the middle of my legs and the other on my right side. I tried to push myself up but his free hand pushed my hip into the mattress.

“We already had our fun” I pushed him with all the strength I had and took advantage of his confusion to get up. “They think we had our fun” I point outside. “I think I gave you enough credit. Don’t you think so?” I pick up hit jacket and throw it towards him

“Honey, I can last longer than 2 hours” He stands up with that same grin. I roll my eyes looking back at him.

“I bet you could baby” I say with a seductive voice. Once I am in front of him I run my hand up his chest without looking him in the eyes. “I bet you could make all these people in this motel jealous” I push him back as he grips both hands and kisses my wrists. That act almost made me change the direction I was pushing him towards. “I bet-” I choke on my words as I turn the door knob but not because of that. He gently places his arms around my waist and pulls me with enough strength to take my breath away. “I bet the millions of girls you brought to bed gave you enough practice” That made his smile drop. One thing, the only thing that has kept me away and awake from his charm is the fact that many women have fallen for it. But that's not all, we all know his reputation and know he makes them fall but never catches them. I played the part as I pushed him out the door but not before leaving a kiss on his cheek and smiling as I closed the door. I shake my head not wanting to think about it any longer. I had to get this job done and now with Pena involved I have to get my head in the game and be more careful. I turn off the lights and get into bed. It was 3 in the morning and sleep was the other thing keeping me sane.

Chapter 3

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

Chapter 3

“Hey Lola” I smile and wave at Miguel as I make my way to the bar. “Same as usual?” He was already preparing my drink before I could answer.

“Thank you” I let out a sigh sitting on the corner of the bar. I look over and see Diego coming out. “Hey”

“What's going on?” He asks with a smile coming up and starting to dry the glasses. “Haven’t seen you in awhile” Miguel comes up and lays the drinks infront of me.

“Yeah, I've been busy with work. Its hits always at the same time” Miguel didn’t know to make my drink virgin but thankfully I needed this drink.

“Taxes season right” Miguel laughs before leaving to attend the other guests.

“Anything new?” I shake my head.

“Since he showed up on my doorstep I got a sweet invitation for dinner” I downed the drink. I’ve never been an alcoholic person, never got the point. They said it relaxed you and some other shit and maybe it does but never wanted to test out the waters. “More people have been around so I actually had to start working” I get a laughfrom him. Atleast someone is getting the humor out of all of this.

“That was quick?” Miguel comes over and takes the drink and goes to prepare another one. Diego just shakes his head.

“His movement has been still for a while and aslong as it stays there it means he doesn’t feel pressured. '' I smile as Miguel set another drink infront of me.

“I was wondering something” I lifted my eyebrow waiting for his next words. “Would you like to go out sometime? Maybe here for some drinks?” Stuck in the corner with that one. Miguel was a nice guy, hell with it.

“I would like that but I will let you know when. I’ve been swamped at work so I don’t know when I will get a chance to relax again”

“You know where to find me” He smiles walking away again.

“Look at you,” Diego says with a smile. “This will be your first date, since when?” I roll my eyes, taking my attention back to my drink. “Since never?”

“Shut up”

“Honey-”

“Don’t call me that” He knows when I am serious but he also knows just because it upsets me doesn’t mean I won’t get over it.

“Sorry” he lifts his hands up in defense. “I have knowed you since middle school and after that guy, you haven’t given nother guy the time of day” He moved closer making sure nobody heard. “And I know you are only doing this as a cover but it's time you put yourself out there again”

“I will” I shrug finishing me drink

“I can’t remember how many times you got the chance and never took it.” As he places his hands over mine I feel a smooth surface. I turn it to act like I am holding his hand and slip to grab the piece of paper in it.

“I will” I smile getting up.

“No late drinks tonight?” It was 9 and I usually stayed sometime after midnight.

“Not tonight Miguel. Got so much work to finish and I have until the end of this month” I thank them and leave. I carefully move into a spot where it's not suspicious to people who may be watching. I checked the note and intently grew tired. Close the blinds. Hell. As I walk home, well the motel. I drag my feet. This is the fifth night Pena has done this in the span of 3 weeks. He would sneak into the motel and have me close the blinds. Later after we spoke he would sneak out when the men across the street would turn off the lights. This usually happened when my lights were off for a while so it would send Pena out around 1 to 4 in the morning. I got the door acting all normal. I would set my things down and walk into the bathroom doing my usual routine. “I thought I told you to stop coming” I groaned, walking out the bathroom and placing my clothes on a table in the bathroom.

“And I told you I wasn’t until you decided to let us in” I rolled my eyes walking back out frustrated. This is how the night went. I got home and he would be sitting on the toilet. I would take a shower as we start our discussion. After that I would come out and close the blinds. Go into the bathroom and change as Pena moves to the kitchen table. Finally I would ignore him and give him bits and pieces as I try to catch some sleep until morning. He would be out by the time I opened my eyes. Today I was over it. I ignored him as I took a shower and even as I got ready for bed. “You’ve been working overtime and spending time on road trips, what does he have you doing?” I shrug, removing the pillows from the bed and getting into the covers. “Y/N!”

“Shut up” I groaned. It was close to eleven now and all I wanted to do was sleep. I wasn’t tired enough not to stay up. I was tired of the life that I have to live right now. I can’t leave and it's looking like it doesn’t have an end. “Pena” I sigh sitting up. “I don’t have time for your threats or whatever speech you prepared” I say a little too loud.

“You would have to hear it if you would just tell me what's going on” He gets up from the table and walks over. I get up and turn off the lights. I place on my shoes and walk towards the back. “Y/N” he warned. He knew to stay hidden behind the wall as I walked out into the sort of porch outside. I wrap my arms around me as the cool air hits my face.

“I stand out here sometimes. I like to look at the sky and picture myself somewhere else. Usually surrounded by water. Floating and letting the motion of the waves rock me to sleep” I turn my head catching Pena's eyes. “Ironic because I am scared of the open water. I am going to say this as nicely as possible” I turn my body to walk towards the door outline without stepping in, I needed to still feel at peace to not let the frustration out on him. “No matter how much this involves you, you can’t be putting me,you,Murphy, and any other agent on the line. I am not a little girl, all the information I give goes directly to you and the ambassador” Thats when Pena stands up and stops right infront of me. “I can’t have you coming here and risking this operation because of your stubbornness and pride” I say this a little harsher as his presance radiates. It's like I could feel him so much closer than he was. Like he has engulfed me in a tight hug and somehow, that made me feel at peace. “It's not the right thing to do and if I am being honest I feel like everything is slipping off my hands” I hate not having control. Something I should have since it's my damn operation but with him involved it like I can’t get a hold of it.

“Y/N '' I felt his fingers grab my own until he enterwines our hands. “You are stressed”

“No! Pena” I finally let out. “I am scared” That was the last straw. I don’t know what caused it. I don’t know if he hugged me first and tears started falling or he heard my whimper as I cried and wrapped his arms around me. Silence surrounded us both not knowing what to say. The truth came out and I felt vulnerable. I hadn’t felt this way. Losing control wasn’t part of my traits. I was close to losing control and it was making me think of unnecessary feelings I learned to put in the past. “I know what I got myself into. I learned to not take it personally. A great deal of my life I have always been good at keeping my emotions in. To ignore. But-” I look up not knowing what to end with. There is nothing to think about. There is no other choice here, I must finish my operation. I must get back in control. “I'm sorry” I whisper, moving my hands to cup his cheeks. I pulled him closer pinning us against eachother. The kiss was breathtaking. I felt down and sad and having him kiss me felt like a solution. He didn’t seem to mind. It felt like he was desprate to take all the sadness I had in this one kiss. I push him inside, not letting us reach for air just yet. We stumble upon the kitchen table. “Careful” I chuckle, wrapping my arms around him as he slips around my waist. It was a simple long kiss but it was turning into something I craved for.

“Querida” He groaned as we molded together. His back knees hit the bit and it makes him sit down. I dare not let go yet and crawl on to him pushing him even closer for the kiss to never end. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to go back to reality. I only wanted to listen to his moans and groans as I start to slowly grind agains this jean pants. I only wanted to feel his heart beat beating with mine. His smooth finger continued to travel along my back and unclapsing my bra.

“Javi?” It sounded like a question to me but I was begging and he understood that. He took out my shirt and started to leave butterfly kisses starting from my mouth to my collarbone.

“Sounds so sweet when you say my name” I smile. My head falls on his shoulder moving up to kiss beside his ear.

“Javi!” I groaned louder, knowing he was ignoring my plea. Then there was. Not what I needed but it was a start. One head on my breath and his talented mouth on the other. Kissing first and the next licking and sucking like no tomorrow. I throw my head back pushing my chest closer. “Javi!” I screamed. “Fuck” I grab on his head pulling and tugging his hair. I forcefully continue to grind on him wanting nothing more than to get rid of the barrier of clothing between us.

“Mi amor” It was the heat of the moment I told myself. But it made a shiver run down my spin to my core. “Stop, you’re killing me” He groans and I start leaving kisses and hickies on his neck.

“Don’t you want to hear me scream your name some more?” I move up again, nipping on his ear and slowing down my hips but with more force.

“Yes” he whines. His hands grab on to my hips following my rhythm.

“But, we can stop if-” I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence when he wraps one arm around my waist and the other helps him not fall on top of me as he turns us around and lays me down on the bed. “No?” I try to hold my laugh but it's cut short. His eyes hold seriousness. Still hovering over me he moves on hand to cradle my cheek.

“No” His deep voice sends another shiver down my spine. His thumb slides over my lips and I give him entrance. A simple suck and his eyes shut. “Mi vida” He groans. With his affirmations alone and sweet nicknames I could orgasm faster than if I was doing it myself.

“Wait!” I pushed into the bed, not in the way I wanted. I hold my finger up signaling him to keep quiet. I run to close the back door and the curtains. A quick chatter from outside and shadows that the moon allows to cast make me jump. I see Pena stand up and walk quickly towards me.

“Do you think-” I shushed him quickly. I grab on to his hand and push him into the bathroom. I open the cabinet and take everything from underneath.

“I need you to keep quiet and don’t come out until I let you out” I open a secret compartment. It was a small space fit for one person. “Pena” I turned around and stood up. “If you hear no commotion you let yourself out” I move out the way to let him. That's when a knock is heard on the other side.

“No way in hell-” I grab a fist full of his shirt.

“Don’t give me that shit right now!” Another knock. “You will do what I say. This is my operation and I won’t have you mess it up. I will send for you when I decide. And only then will you show up, understand? I can take care of myself” I ran back to the room and put my shirt on again. “Get in Pena” I hurry him inside and close it. I get the time to put everything in place before rushing back to open the door. “Hello?” I act like they just disturbed my sleep.

“We are sorry to come at this time Miss, but the boss would like a word with you.” Fuck.

“Okay. Give me a minute to change and I will be right out. They nod and I close the door. I can’t tell Peña because he would be right after us. I changed quickly going back to the bathroom and putting my head inside the cabinet knowing he would be able to hear me. “Please don’t do anything stupid and listen for once. I will keep you in the loop but I need you to promise me you will follow what I said before”

“Okay, but Y/N-“ I cut him off quickly

“I don’t have time Pena, I have to go over things with them so it will be awhile. In an hour you walk out the back door” I didn’t wait for his response as I walked to the door and into the car with these men.

Chapter 4

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

Chapter 4

The day I got into the vehicle with those guys I thought it was my last day on earth. It was stupid to have Pena waiting incase they took me to some remote place to drop my body. I bang my head thinking about it in the car. Thankfully I was actually going back to my work place. I set up the phone I was speaking with a trusted member of the cartel. They told me Escobar would be traveling back to Colombia from Panama. To move some money around because they would have to pay people. I connected the dots knowing well enough that they would be coming back for war.

“He wouldn’t start a war now” Diego cleans his glasses and refills my cups. “He missed home, to soon to start something”

“Tell that to the money he is moving around. That is not the strategy of someone who is going to relax when he sets foot back home” I shake my head trying to figure out and put pieces together. “He is going to want to keep pushing extradication off.”

“They already denied their request. The ambassador and the military are focused on the police and military and some communist” He groans not hiding his dislike.

“Who gives a fuck about any of them” I roll my eyes wishing this shot was actually straight tequila. “Tell me something good”

“Murphy and Pena have an unknown informant and might lose their job for it” Now that is news. Before he could continue I got a notification on my phone. This is even greater news. “Haven’t seen that smile in a long time”

“You’re about to see more of it” I put my phone away downing the shot of water. “They siezed their accounts.”

“So you get to go home too” I shake my head. This will never be home but I am still happy to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

“I will be here tomorrow. Things are going to go down fast and I need more intel. Get a hold of Pena and tell him to meet me in the back. Escobar will have a plan by tonight” And I was right. Later that night Colombians hope was shot dead. A couple bullets below his bulletproof vest and in a couple minutes he was dead. The crowd mourned him and as they held a funeral his second hand fell into power. Galan promised to get rid of the narcos but Gaviria had another look in his eyes. I am not saying he is crooked but who knows nowadays.

“Going home late again?” One of my colleagues stopped at my desk. “You have been killing yourself these past weeks. Why don’t you come out with us friday?” I shake my head.

“Can’t” I motion to all the files I had to go through. It wasn’t for that certain client but for me. I need to find connections with the people I am looking for.

“Think about it. You have my number” She smiled, putting on her coat and walking out. As soon as she left I got back to work. Numbers don’t add up on the certain date I was looking at but what difference was that? None of them added up. That's why Pablo bought his people, so they would make it make sense. I should have been here at the beginning but I was following the wrong lead. Now I am doubting myself about Pablo, what if he has nothing to do with it? I close up the books and say goodbye to the rest who are working. It was sunset as I walked into the bar.

“Early tonight?” I smile at Miguel.

“Tomorrow is friday, I thought I would celebrate early” I thank him sitting in my regular spot with my drink already prepared.

“So not working late tomorrow?” Who knows. “Becuase I was thinking I could take the night off and-”

“Lola! You’re early today” Diego came from the back giving me a signal. “I am taking my break” He nudges Miguel with a small laugh then extends his hand towards me. “I need your help on my finance real quick”

“Thankfully I haven’t started drinking” I laugh along while walking around the bar and into the back.

“He is nice, are you going to accept?” I turned my head weirded out by that question. “What? Just test the waters or a stress reliever!” I shake my head with a smile. We got to the back room and Murphy was standing there.

“Y/N” It was nice to see him again. “Pena couldn’t make it. We are dealing with something” He looks back not wanting to say anything infront of Diego before he walks out.

“Let me guess, your informant” I grin, taking a seat on the couch.

“Yeah” He falls back spreading himself on the couch. “He is going to get us fired and all for a couple of nights of warming the bed”

“He slept with her?” I said it a little too fast causing a look from Steve.

“He hasn’t denied it but his reputation follows him” Of course. “He is getting her fake papers to protect her”

“Listen” I sit up trying to change the subject. “He has got 2 million dollars in a briefcase right now. They already took Galan out and more money like that in there hands they are going to take out many more”

“As you know he stepped back on home soil” I nod. “He sent a note to Gaviria, either leave them alone or go to war”

“Has your informat said anything?”

“She spoke about the M19. Pablo meeting up with him or talking. But she showed up at Connie’s job asking to be hidden. She fight for the people and not the help the narcos”

“Apparently” I whisper, shaking my head.

“Apparently” He repeats with a chuckle. “How are you doing?” I shrugg quickly before groaning. I stood up fixing my clothes.

“Could be better” I laughed before looking back. “I need you to look into something” I grab a paper from my bag and hand it over to him. “Keep it quiet. The ambassador knows about it but no one else should”

“Does this have to do with Pablo?” I shake my head forcefully before closing my eyes.

“I don’t know. That it what I am trying to figure out”

“How bad is it?” who knows.

“Crooked information. New labs overseas. Cartels working together. What's one druglord down if the others learn from their mistakes and become harder to catch?”

“Anything else?” He placed the paper in his pocket. I wanted to tell him what I had in mind. If everything goes down in a couple days or even tonight, there are a lot of ifs and whats and never a sure plan.

“No” I smile before turning around and leaving. Later that night I twist and turn. There wasn’t much to do tomorrow so I decided to call in sick. I needed to talk to Diego again. I walk into the bar and wave at Miguel. “Diego in?”

“In the back” The bar was empty and as I walked confidently towards the back all that went away quickly.

“I need more information than that” The sight wasn’t what I was prepared for this morning. I grab my gun from the holster I hand on my leg hidden by my dress. I pass by fast trying to look around. There seem to be only two men in there. Diego’s hands were tied together and his face bruised up. I looked around making sure no one else was back here. The only way was through the curtains so there was no way to surprise them.

“Diego?” I walk in with a hand behind my back. I act shocked by the men standing there.

“Miss” They were the same guys who stalked me outside my window. “You shouldn’t be here” He sets his gun down and walks forward in motion for me to get out. I wait until he is close enough to grab his hand and with a flip a gun is pointed at his head.

“Put the gun down” The man's eyes showed no mercy. He pulled on the safety but I took the first shot.

“You bitch!” He screamed holding on to his leg.

“You can still walk, untie him” I let go of the man and walked over to remove the guns away from them while pointing at them with mine.

“The boss will be after you when he hears you are working with the DEA agents that came in here” I look over to Diego who was massaging his wrist.

“More are coming. You need to leave” I nod quickly making sure he had the upper hand and ran out of there. I sent Miguel home and just as I was going to walk out I saw another group of men walking in.

“Wait. You need to come with us” One man warns, moving his hands slows towards his back. Two gunshots were heard and I took that as a chance to start running. I go around the corner to an alley and into an abandoned building. I take a moment to think before my feet continue without any direction. I don’t know if they were still following me but I continued on running. My lungs were burning and my legs didn’t feel like my own. I couldn’t be seen walking into the police station or the DEA.

“Fuck!” I scream looking inbetween streets. I don’t know any of these streets. “Can I use your phone?” I say casually walking into a store

“Of course it's in the back” I tell him thanks and move faster to pull the phone. “I need to talk to the ambassador” I tell whoever is on the other side not waiting for their introduction.

“You will need an appointment or-”

“This is Agent L/N. I don’t need an appointment because I will be dead! So if you would be so kind as to get me connected to the Ambassador I would really appreciate it.” I speak urgently.

“As I was saying, the Ambassador is out. You could leave-”

“Connect me to Agent Murphy or Pena!” I wanted to pull my arm through the phone and choke her.

“They are busy-”

“You know what they will be busy with? Finding a new secretary! Get me someone before I get a chance to personally get there and drag you by your stupid-”

“Woah” I hear a man's voice on the other side. “Is that how you say hello?”Murphy laughs

“I need your help Steve. Diego is in trouble and I need you to send someone to the bar” I hear papers fumble on the other side before he is back to the phone

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know where I am. I need somewhere to hide”

“Wait. Give me a minute” Of course. Fucking hell. I look back hoping those men didn’t continue to follow me. I hear only static on the other side before 5 minutes go by. “Pablo took over the Supreme court with the help of M19. Burned everything we had on them” Another couple curse words follow before he continues talking. “I am going to give you an address. Grab the first taxi and someone will meet you there”

“Okay”

“I will be there as soon as I can” I know that means it would be hours.

Chapter 5

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

Chapter 5

The person who met me was Connie. I knocked on the door and she answered, pulling me in. “Are you okay?” I nod. “They attacked the supreme court” She says as she closes the door.

“Yeah. I guess those 2 millions worked. I need to go back to the office” I start to turn but Connie stops me.

“You need to stay here, they are probably looking for you right now” I know she was right but now more than ever we need everybody on the case. “Listen” She grabs my hand to look at me. “You are safe. No need to worry about anybody outside. You will be back to working, just give it an hour or two before thinking about work” I let out a sigh knowing she was right. She continues to hold my hand as she walks us down and stops infront of a door knocking. “I have to go to work, you will be okay here. '' Seeing those eyes in the daylight didn’t feel the same, maybe because we havent spoken or seen eachother after what happened.

“Y/N?” Pena cocked his head, opening the door wider. “What-?”

“Steve will be calling. I need to go to work now” She hugged me and continued about her day.

“Are you going to let me in?” he nods, slowly moving aside. I walk in stopping at the entrance hall not knowing where to go.

“What happened? What are you doing here?”

“Javier-” Shit. “Sorry” She gives a quiet smile before walking back to the living room.

“I forgot you had a guest” I say with a little humor but there was none in me. I turn around to lean against the kitchen island. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. Can I use your phone?”

“Dead” He answers quickly walking towards me. “Are you okay?” I finally found the strength to look up to his eyes.

“Am alive” I ignored the gravitational pull I was feeling near him. “Don’t worry, I will be out of your hair in a couple hours”

“Y/N” He whispers but I put up my head walking around him to not be caged up by him.

“Why aren’t you at work? Busy with your guest?” I look over as her eyes are already on me. “I don’t want to bother so pretend I am not here”

“Y/N” he groaned this time not liking my tone of voice.

“It's okay Pena. No need to worry about me. You continue living your life, this is your house anyways” Before he spoke the woman spoke first.

“Javier?” He turns towards her.

“Please not right now” He turns back to me but I only stare at him not giving him anything.

“I need to know-!” I respect that she has a voice. A man curves you like that? I wouldn’t take it eitheir.

“Pretend I am not here” I mouth and that made his vain appear. I like to get under his skin like before. Before I knew how his lips felt. How it felt to hear his groans and moans against my skin and his hands travling to grope and touch, placing me on fire.

“Javi, I need to know what happened” That made my blood boil. A quick glance at the women and I reacted like a child.

“Javi?” I say innocently. That's when he took action. Grabbing on to my hand and pulling me into a room. The last noise from the actual world being the door slamming shut. But now I was in my own little world. The one where Javier doesn’t stop kissing me. Where his arms grab onto me tighter and his moans are louder.

“You can’t be saying my name like that '' He stops leaving us in the middle of what I am guessing is his room. “I dream of you at night” He buries his head in my neck breathing in. “I can hear you saying my name and fuck..” Fuck exactly. I smile as I feel him humping on me like a horny teenager. I move my hands to run my finger throught his hair. “You don’t know how many nights I couldn’t finish because all I want is to do it inside of you” He is beating my better judgement here. “This little dress' ' It was tight on the upper half but loose on the bottom, it was a simple dress. “When I saw you standing in my kitchen I thought of you there in different scenarios' ' He starts to take a step forward leading me back. Trails of kisses start to travel up. “Coming home and bending you over” I am a feminist but I would want nothing more than to have his fantasies come true. “See you preparing me a plate and as I eat, you ride me slowly taking my stress away '' We fall back crawling up until we hit the headboard. “And we would continue until you are unable to move”

“Javi,” I moaned, pulling him up for a kiss. I wrap my legs around him pulling him forward.

“Yes? Mi amor?”

“In your fantasies?” he hummed for me to continue as he pulled down the upper half of my dress to reveal my breast.

“JAVIER!” I would have ignored it if it were the women out there but it wasn’t.

“Fucking hell!” He whispered. He looked at the door and down at me again and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You don’t want to know what I think of your fantasies?” I know I should get up but when I see him sitting up infront of me. Messy hair. Swollen lips. Desire radiating from us both, I just can’t help myself. My hands move up tugging on his shirt. “Javi?” I unbutton his shirt one at a time ignoring the knocks on the door. His eyes slam shut as he rests his forehead against mine.

“It would only take a second to kill him” I smile as my hand moves under his shirt. Tracing an imaginary trail all the way up to his neck.

“Escobar took over the supreme court” Fuck. We both gave a knowing look. We rush to get changed.

“I was in the bathroom this whole time!” I pointed at him trying not to give explanations so soon to someone. I shut the door and heard him open his room door.

“Where’s Y/N?” I try to fix my hair and face as best I can. Then again I was almost killed and ran down the streets in flats, who wouldn’t look bad? “Everything was lost. She was right, they were working with the M19” Steve was pacing back and forth unable to keep his hands still.

“2 Million is a pretty incentive” I walk out taking a seat directly on the bed. “If I could only get-”

“No” Pena was quick to answer.

“You didn’t even know what I was going to say” I groaned, rolling my eyes.

“I can take a quick guess and bet on it that I would be correct” I stood up throw my hands in the sky in frustration.

“I could do it at night. My point wasn’t to dig or get involved in Pablo so much that it would draw attention but now that I am out-”

“No” He said again ignoring me before I finished my sentence.

“He is right. We need to get you back in protective custody. Pablo will send someone to look out for you and they will be searching your office first” I roll my eyes taking a seat on the bed again but this time laying back. As they continued talking I thought to myself and realized they were nobody.

“You two dimwhits will not be telling me what to do” I stood up walking inbetween the two. “I will admit it is stupid to go back to the office. I have a protocol to follow when things like these happen so I will not be going into protective custody. I will stay here until things calm down”

“They will be looking for you! The best-” I hold my hand up stopping the trail of words from Steve’s mouth.

“Have you two ever tried to look into me?” I look at both ignoring the slight smirk on Pena’s face. “You didn’t find anything right?” Steve shakes his head. “That's because I never had a file.” They both look shocked. “Don’t get too excited. I will explain everything eventually but for now I will stay here until I arrange something better. Which reminds me, I need you to take a message to the ambassador”

“Tell Javier, your new host. I need to go back to the office and you better be there soon'' Steve pushs Pena’s shoulder. “We are at our necks with this whole thing” He motions outside.

“Alright” He waits until he hears the door close to slam his room door again.

“Why did you think it was a good idea to house an informat like her?” I didn’t mean it to come out with poison but it did.

“Connie dropped her off! Like some kind of package” He looked exhausted at the fact.

“Well she might have gotten confused. Normal labeled packages to the certain address” I stood up. “Women, Pena” and I am one of those women.

“Do you have something against her?”

“No” I say quietly nonchalantly. Pena takes this chance to walk towards me until he is able to pull me closer

“Then why the pout?” I fix my posture and push him away. I took a quick look at him.

“Both times I was exhausted. That is not happening” I pointed between us. “Things will go back to normal as soon as I get out of this mess, plus I don’t want to get in the way of you and your guest”

“Jealousy much?” I roll my eyes, turning around.

“Of a manwhore? Or the whore?” I spoke quietly so the women wouldn’t hear. “Maybe you are what eachother needs and at the end, she will be nothing, like you will be to her” He walks closer pushing me against the wall.

“I will be back in a couple hours. When I come back you will fix that attitude” He grabs ahold of my chin forcing me to look up. “I don’t like that kind of energy in my room” He lets go but only to move to my hair. Tugging it until my head is pulled back a bit. “My room is secured. I don’t let just anyone spend the night, that's why I have the spare room” His other hand moved up. I thought it would stay on my hip but it grabs a fistful of one breast. “Guess who will be sleeping next to me?” He starts massaging it and I try not to moan but as he starts kissing my neck my body reacts. It moves forward wanting him closer.

“Empty space?” I smile, taking his arm away. “Tell the ambassador I need the place cleaned out urgently.” I fix my dress on the way to the door, opening it wide. “Have a good day, Honey” I say the nickname last as he walks through the door of his bedroom. “I’ll be waiting for you to come back home” I say sweetly before slamming his own door in his face. Thankfully he didn’t open the door and burst inside because I couldn’t handle myself and I would allow him this time to burst inside me.

Chapter 6

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

Chapter 6

I am going to call it as it is and it's weird. It was the afternoon, I am guessing not really wanting to take a look at a clock. I was on the couch watching the news with a bowl of cereal infront of me. That is not what's weird, it's the company. Currently chatting and even laughing with Elisa. I don’t hate the lady, it was just a bad judgement and attitude. “Why would a Mexican help an American bring aid to Colombia? Don’t you have your own problems?” I chuckle, nodding my head.

“It is all part of a plan. Honestly my heart yearns for seeing new things so this place is just a pitstop” It was the truth. I got a chance to come down here and I took it. It was about work but I took it as a chance to finally breathe without any pressure.

“What's going to happen when you’ve seen everything?”

“A lifetime will never be enough to see everything” I turn over to her. “And if I do, I would do it all again” This world is too pretty just to see it once. Our conversation was cut short as a knock on the door was heard.

“It's Connie” The stress on my shoulder went away and I opened the door. “I got some food because I know Pena doesn’t have anything in this place” I took one bag out of her hands and she walked in to set the rest of the bags on the island.

“Thank god. I thought I would have to eat cereal tonight too” I smiled, opening the bags to see what she got. “Connie,” I groaned, pulling out a bag of rice.

“I thought it would be nice to cook a meal. I can’t remember the last time I hung out with a couple of girl” I sympathize with her knowing Murphy and Pena were always together and she had to tag along at times.

“Fine, as long as you know that I can’t cook” It was her turn to groan.

“You can’t cook?” Elisa joins. “Not even an egg?” I roll my eyes not remembering why I choose to only talk to friends instead of hanging out with them.

“If I really try” I join with a smile. I look at the rest of the ingredients and wonder what Connie was thinking of making with these. “Connie? A cucumber?”

“I thought I could contribute with a salad?” I turn over to Elisa who grins, shaking her head.

“We will help you make authentic food. And we can try your salad too” Elisa starts grabbing the ingredients and placing them out the bags. It took us 1 hour to decide what to make. Another hour to decide who makes what, which was truly between me and Elisa because Connie was only in charge of the salad. Then we decided to start late dinner since none of us were hungry and once we were, the sun had gone down already.

“Everything looks so good” Connie smiled as she arranged the plates of food on the island since Pena didn’t have a proper dining table.

“All we need is music,” Elisa says, making her way over to choose a tape.

“And wine” I whisper, finishing my second cup. I waited for them to pick a song and as they were chatting the fiddle of some keys got my attention. Connie and Elisa were so focused on finding the right music that they didn’t notice me walking towards the door with my gun. The door knob rattle a bit but soon enough it turned and the door opened.

“I know you need to be cautious but no need for two weapons' ' He motions my pocket knife that is out aswell.

“And I know you need a new door knob because it sounds like someone is trying to break in and I have only been here a couple hours” I roll my eyes making my way to the kitchen again.

“You are really taking my fantasies to a new level” I don’t need to turn around to know he has a stupid grin on his face.

“I didn’t make it so don’t get too excited” I turned around coming face to face with him.

“Where’s Steve?” I couldn’t help but chuckle as he turned around surprised.

“Connie?” I slide out the middle of him and the counter to watch them talk. “Steve went home”

“Of course. He must have forgotten” She groans walking straight out the door. The Music interupts the weird tension building between us three. Pena, Elisa and I standing around the island waiting for Steve and Connie to join us.

“Any new information?” I spit, wanting nothing more than the silence to run away. Pena looks over, shaking his head. He sends me a signal and I understand he doesn’t want to say anything infront of Elisa. But why not? Hasn’t he been fucking her? Now it's back to weird again. I push off the counter and start preparing a plate for Connie and Steve. “Where are your nice plates?” I say taking out an old plate. Pena rolls his eyes walking up to stand beside me.

“El Navegante is meeting with us tomorrow” He takes the plate from my hand and continues to serve food. We hear the door open. We say our hellos and focus back to our conversation while Elisa is busy too.

“About Gacha? Why would he give up information about him?” Pena shrugs, placing the plate down. I look over to see how stressed he is.

“I will figure that out. We need a good outcome here.” He makes sure to not speak louder than need be. “They have Father Sobrino and if he connects us with Elisa we won’t get a chance too”

“Padre Sobrino is part of it?” It wasn’t a question. I was trying to collect information. “As long as they are truthful about fighting against injustice,poverty and financial greed. Can’t even trust a pastor” I shake my head.

“We need this hit and with Elisa’s help we will connect Pablo to the palace of justice too”

“Seems so close to the end but you have to play your cards right” Pena nods.

“Are we ready to eat?” We hear Steve say coming up behind us. We nod, taking the plates to the island. “Can we put in a request for an actual table for next time?” Steve laughs as the rest of them share a chuckle.

“I will add it to my shopping list” I smile a little as we all start eating.

“The rice came out good,” Connie comments. “Glad to try authentic mexican rice” I feel eyes on me and I only nod a thanks.

“And you had us believing you couldn’t cook” Another stare

“I can’t. Thankfully my mother taught me a couple things. She always found a way to make things work out”

“Well thank you mrs. l/n” Connie smiles.

“The salad is good, I have to get the dressing recipe” We spent the time mostly talking. I would put my input here and there but I felt dead. I couldn’t remember the last time I had people around the table sharing a meal with me. But I can remember the last time I cooked for someone, it was 6 years ago. I looked down feeling a wave of sadness coming.

“I will see you tomorrow, Goodnight Connie” Pena closes the door behind them walking into the kitchen again. “So?”

“I am going to bed. Thanks” Elisa smiles walking towards the guest room.

“Guess that she has made herself at home” I lean against the counter drying my hands as I finish washing the dishes. I see Pena walking closer. “You know what I was thinking? Until the ambassa-” Pena’s lips cut me off. His hands were planted on the counter, caging me. It was slow and was causing a haze in my brain. I wanted to touch him but I knew it would escalate too quickly. I liked having him like this. I could smell his cologne. I could focus on the way his soft lips move and how experienced he is. It was sweet.

“The ambassador thinks it's best for you to stay here” He whispers looking softly into my eye yet I see the slight smile on his face.

“Did she now?” I move my hand up holding on to his tie. “Well I guess I have no other choice than to take over your bed” I smile, pulling him closer. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath in. “Want to go to bed?” I whisper, letting go of his tie and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Mhm '' He nods, wrapping his arms around me gently and placing his head inbetween my shoulder and neck. He started swaying us and walking us until we were inside his room.

“I borrowed a shirt” I took a shower after he left and it had nothing to do with him, atleast that's what I will keep telling myself. I didn’t have anything else to wear so I borrowed a shirt.

“I noticed” He pulled away from me. I take the chance to see on the edge of the bed and watch him get undressed. First his tie. Blazer. White button up. Shoes along with his belt and finally his pants. They were scattered around the floor leaving him in his boxers. “Care to give it back?” I smile, shaking my head. I crawl back slowly until I am resting against the headboard.

“I like it” I pout looking down at it. It was a soft material. “Don’t you like it?” I sit up on my knees showing him how the shirt looks on me.

“I love it,” he whispers. I fall back as he crawls towards me. I could sense tiredness in his voice since he came in. His eyes fall to my lips and with one lingerie kiss he places himself ontop of me. His head resting on my chest. His arms around my body and his legs intertwined with mine.

“Javi?” I whisper trying to get his attention. I hear a groan. I moved his hair out the way to see his eyes but they were shut. “Am cold” I whined, kicking my feet a bit.In one second he managed to get us under the covers and end up in the same position. I smile. I move my hands to start playing with his hair. It was soft, it had been a long day and he still smelled like he just got freshed out of the shower.

“I'm tired,” He whispers.

“Then go to sleep” I chuckle quietly.

“This feels nice but I wanted to sleep with you” He groans

“Unless you have another bed somewhere or you are taking the couch, then that means I am sleeping here” Another groan

“I mean’t I wanted to fall asleep inside you” Fuck. I closed my eyes trying to forget he was right ontop of me and could just easily slip in. “Fall asleep warm and tight inside you”

“Go to sleep Pena” I groan, trying to keep my mind busy by playing with his hair again.

“Next time I will be inside you” He whispered. I have a feeling he doesn’t know what he is saying right now.

“Okay” I smile looking up at the ceiling. It took time calming down but when I focused on his breathing it became easy. It was no time to act like a horny teenager. Fucking Javier Pena. I wish I was fucking Javier Pena. “Stupid thougths” I hit my forehead taking a deep breath and relaxing until sleep took over me.

Chapter 7

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

Chapter 7

The first thing I noticed was a calm and soft feeling in my hair. I groan, turning the opposite way. “Even half asleep you have an attitude”

“That's because I spent all night in bed with a guy and he didn’t touch me” I hear a slight chuckle while covering myself with the blanket.

“I was being a gentleman” The bed dips as I hear him get off the bed. I was frustrated so I groaned, lifting the blanket off and standing up on the bed.

“So what does that mean? You won’t touch me anymore until what? A date?” I was joking with him. Who would ever catch Javier Pena on a date? It would become national news.

“Y/N” He looks up, coming to the edge of the bed. I saw his eyes soften. Both hands come out of his pockets, falling to his side. He woke up a while ago and got changed? I turn to the door peaking open and a slight scent of breakfast? I look back to a smiling agent. “I wanted-” Without thinking I removed his shirtthat I had on and threw it over his face. Only in panties, I put both hands on my hips. Breathing started to speed up as his eyes were once again focused on me. “Fucking hell” It was different this time, he wasn’t on top of me. It was the morning sun’s light, not a yellow street light pole shining onto us. No need to kick him out in secret. I start moving my hands up my body stopping to cup my breast before letting them fall. “Mi amor” His hands turned into a fist and his eyes fixed on my hand moving down. My fingers start to play with the elastic of my panties.

“Are you going to be a gentleman and help me get undressed?” He nods quickly replacing my hands only to remove it just as quickly.

“I have work” He whines. He turns around. I was thinking he was walking out the door but he shuts it banging his head once on it. “Y/N” He turns around with a stern voice. He tries his darnest to look at my eyes only but that wasn’t working for me. I slowly shimmy out my panties and throw it to the side.

“Hardworking and a gentleman” I smile slowly, running my hands through my body. “Words that I wouldn’t use to describe the Javier Pena I know”

“Which version did you get?” He takes slow steps towards me.

“The girls from the office describe you as insatiable and rude” I meet him on the edge of the bed. “And in bed, that's a good way to be described as” He takes my hands and kisses both of them before placing them on his head.

“Please don’t tell me to stop” His hands hook to the back of my thigh pulling me closer. Massaging the skin as his lips meet my clit.

“Javi,” I moaned. I pull on his hair trying to catch my balance and it becomes worse as he lifts one leg and sets it over his shoulder. First it was a kiss but now his tongue is tracing every inch of me, inside and out. “Javi, Mi amor” I whimper, feeling the tightness in my stomach become stronger. He uses his other hand to push my hips forward in a rhythm to fuck me with his tongue and oh god, have I just seen heaven. Licking, sucking and fucking me with only his tongue and I am gone. “Please?” I’ve never begged before but for his sweet mouth of him I would get on my knees for aswell. I try to pull his head back but he doesn’t budge. “Javier, please” I am a wreck. Unable to function when he is coming in and out of me. “Fucking hell” Those were the last words before my orgasmed took and my legs gave up. Strong arms catch me before falling to the floor. Holding on to me like a fetal baby in his arms. I reach up, grabbing my face and kissing him. I got a taste of him and I needed more. I reach around his neck and help myself straddle him.

“You like how you taste?” He asked me as he pulled my head back. I look into his eyes feeling the heat come back.

“I think I would prefer how you taste?” My hips start moving, humping him as his pants are in the way.

“Wasn’t that enough?” He grins wrapping his arms around my waist to encourage me to move faster. I shake my head enjoying the feeling his jeans give off. “What does the princess need?” I throw my head back moaning. The friction becomes stronger. “Looked so pretty coming” He whispers, kissing on my neck. “Came so quickly, I didn’t even get a chance to use my fingers” I groaned, coming up to hide my face in his neck. “Looked so pretty, can’t wait to see you come on my cock” The second time in the matter of minutes I was coming down from my high.

“This is not fair” I whine with my face still buried in his neck.

“You are the one who brought this on yourself” I sigh, pulling back to look into his eyes. They were back to soft. Caressing my sides with his big warm hands. His face smeared with my juices and his pants stained with more. I could see the outline of his dick but I know for a fact he didn’t come. I move my hand up tracing my lips.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me? You are already late for work” I smile innocently as I continue to focus on outlining his lips. How pretty his teeth look and god bless his tongue. His hands stop and put force on my hips.

“No” I whined quickly, catching his eyes. “I already did you a favor by giving you two orgasms” I ignored what he was saying as my hands traveled down his chest.

“Mhm” I nod. It finally reached his belt.

“You made me already late and you expect me to treat you?” I look up through my eyelashes and start to unbutton his pants.

“You don’t want to” I move forward plaving a kiss on his chin.

“You’re acting like a child” I shrug, not caring. I was to focus on sliding my hand under his pants to scan my hand over his cock.

“I am not a child” I caught his eyes. “I know exactly what i'm doing” With another kiss and my hand wrapping tightly around him, his chokes on his breath. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask as I start to move my hand up and down with some force. He closes his eyes, shaking his head. I move my other hand to grab on to his chin to make him look down. “But look at me, Mi amor” I whisper. I take the same hand and slide my tongue all the way up and replace it with the one in his pants. Stroking his dick I began to notice how his skin felt. The veins, I could only imagine how it would be like to trace them with my tongue. The perfume I use to help me slide smoother, how good it would taste.“Don’t you look so pretty”. I give him a kiss only to catch his bottom lips in between my teeth.

“Y/N!” I pull my hand away as we both look back towards the door.

“What the hell is Connie doing here so early?” I groan getting up.

“It’s 9:37” Pena chuckles. Too early for me. I groan, putting on my now clean dress and fixing my hair.

“Might want to change your pants” I point out unlocking the door.

“Is Javier here? Steve has been trying to call him” I nod my head. I was embarrassed but she didn’t get me a chance to try and talk myself out of what she might be thinking right now.“Tell him to get to work, I am already late myself.” With a goodbye she turns around and walks out.

“You heard the lady, hurry up and get to work” I smirk walking out in a hurry with him following close behind. I stop in my tracks seeing breakfast on the island. “You made breakfast?” I turn around looking at him confused.

“For you” It was a shy smile. He got up early and made us breakfast.

“And Connie had me thinking you couldn’t cook” I chuckled as I turned around grabbing a piece of bacon. I pick on a couple of things as I watch him grab his briefcase and keys. “You aren’t going to eat anything?” I ask. My arms fall to my side as he takes long steps to be right infront of me. Lowering his face he gave me a quick peck.

“I already had my breakfast” I wanted to punch him or throw him something as he walked out the door but I just stood there. Red cheeks and shaky hand with jaw opened.

Chapter 8

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

Chapter 8

I spent most of my day just like yesterday. Talking with Elisa and binge eating, normal things a girl does with their girlfriends. Except Elisa wasn’t a girlfriend, she was an informat. Part of the communist groups fighting for another cause. Taking her in puts at risk the job of Pena and Murphy. A girl who I am pretty sure slept with the guy I couldn’t stop thinking about. Now that it comes up in my brain I can’t stop picturing those two together. Wrapped up in his bed or even this couch. He has been inside her. His amazing tongue and I can only imagine his dick. Moaning and sweating. Great, now I am pissed. Couldn’t be angry long when a knock is heard. “It's Steve” I felt relieved.

“Hey” I furrowed my eyebrows to see Connie aswell coming through the door.

“Pena got your documents. You will be travling to Cumaral.” Elisa knew this was happening so she had her bag prepared. Steve turns over to me trying not to look so stressed but ever since I’ve known him, stress is part of his everyday look. “I got the information you needed” He lifts up a folder but quickly yanks it away. “First I need you to tell me what it is about. I didn’t look at them because I trust you but I can’t continue putting my job at risk for anyone else '' He took a quick glance down before focusing back on me. I know it was stressful worrying about Pablo and how at any second he could be a target. But having to risk his job for some information and risk being fired or seen as a traitor, well that's tough.

“Okay” I nod. He hands over the files and I motion him to follow me into the kitchen. I watch Elisa get out of the spare room but Connie calls her over. “I am part of the DEA but from Mexico. Came over to the states following a trail and it landed me in the ambassador's office. The job I was doing left me for dead so I was no longer an issue for the cartels. So we used it to our advantage.” I open up the file and see the said documents and pictures.

“So you act like some sort of ghost going in and out of undercover missions?” I nod

“Something like that. Everything from birth up to my credentials have been erased or deactivated.” I look at a confused Steve. “I don’t believe that we will ever put a stop to cartels and drugs in this world. We can capture or kill the leaders but there's always another one that follows, atleast I can save innocent people or give some families closure” I pull out a picture of girls lined up. “Melissa. 16 year old” I pointed at a girl with short black hair. “I know the rest by heart” I shake my head putting the picture back in the file. “Escobar might not had anything to do with it but his partners did”

“I think we are making a difference. Saving people aswell.” I chuckle a bit.

“Of course Steve, but you are following a rope with no end”

“So if you work as a search and rescue team” I roll my eyes knowing he was teasing. “Back then in the office you said-”

“I say a million things. Some are true and some are not. That part of the story, I don’t need to share it with you”

“She’s ready” Connie comes between us, putting a hold on the conversation because Steve’s stare wasn’t telling me we were done just yet.

“I’ll put the bag in the car” Connie nods. We walk over to Elisa who is pacing the floor by now.

“Try to stay calm. Pena got you a valid Id and soon you will be safe in Cumaral” Elisa nods, stopping her tracks and taking a deep breath.

“Thank you Connie”

“Of course,” She smiles.

“There is a recorder in the vehicle. So that means Wysession is not far behind” Steve starts pacing now.

“What are we going to do?” Steve stops and looks over at me and Connie. He takes my hand and leads me to the door.

“I know you are trying to stay low but I need your help with this and I don’t want to put Connie at risk”

“Of course. What do I have to do?” I was cursing at myself every mile that went by. Steve had the idea to trick Wysession, making him think he was traveling with Elisa but the truth was I was driving Elisa on a different route. He let me know Pena was with Carillo catching Gacha so he couldn’t help Elisa get to his contact who will keep her hidden.

“Thank you. I know this puts you at risk too” I turn over with a smile.

“Its does but I owed Steve one”

“And you care for Pena too” I shake my head ignoring her comment. “How long have you two been together or?”

“We used to work together. Acquaintance and nothing else” I say nervously fixing myself in the seat.

“Oh I just thought-, He speaks about you all the time so-, never mind” She shakes her head and turns to look outside. I didn’t want to add any more questions because it would turn into a statement and I don’t want to start an argument. Like, Didn’t you fuck him? Why would you think we were something if he messed around with you? You slept with him so you must know he doesn’t care much about womens feelings or in general after he sleeps with them. “I mean the first day I stayed over I tried to you know-” That got me twisting my neck so quickly towards her. “But he told me it was strictly information he wanted and walked back into his room locking the door” Her laugh makes me chuckle a bit. “Of course I am not begging so I didn’t make any more advancement but as we started talking he always mentioned you” Shocked was an understatement and I had mixed feelings about it.

“So you two didn’t sleep together?” Elisa laughs, shaking her head. Why didn’t he deny it when I mentioned it?

“Is that what he told you?” I shake my head.

“Well let me tell you one thing” She shifts towards me. “A guy like Javier doesn’t act obsessed with a girl but if you look up what that word mean it describes him perfectly when it comes to you” I roll my eyes shaking my head once again.

“There are plenty of guys like Javier in this world. Those bachlors who can’t hear the word no so they don’t stop until they get what they want. It's not obsessed more than it is pride. But that doesn’t stop them from jumping on the first moving things that get in their way.” I speak of him like I was spitting poison. It was what every girl in the office who slept with him described him as, who could blame them? Javier isn’t a man of one girl and I understood that when I decided to let him kiss me. When I decided to let him make me cum in his mouth. When my own body decided that if I don’t have him I can continue. It goes on beyond my morals but I prefer being dead than being one of those girls. It's just pure lust surrounding what we have, after getting it out of my system things will go back to the way they were, him working in Colombia and me in Mexico.

“Maybe, but don’t you believe in change?” I chuckle an, are you serious?. I shake my head.

“I don’t either. From experience.” She laughs. “But if you asked me, a guy who doesn’t stop talking about a girl and hasn’t brought women home or took advantage of one living there, well I’d say that's a change” Maybe but that is a big stretch for Agent Javier Pena.

Chapter 9

GHOST

Javier Pena x Reader

Chapter 9

I decided to stay a couple of days in Cumeral. I got a phone to get in contact with Steve to make sure things were okay to come back but it was never good news. In the operation to catch Gacha alive went downhill when Pena gave orders to shoot him. It meant a huge success for Caramillo and his Searchbloc. Then of course after the new presidential candidate chose to back up extradition, Pablo attempted against his life. Causing innocent lifes to be lost in a terrible plane crash. Since then there have been two other bomb attacks around the area of Bogota. Pablo was now seen by the people as a terrorist. I needed to get back now, Pablo and his cartel were busy building the war to focus on me. Of course it still wasn’t safe to just be walking around but Noonan will get the safe place ready at the latest tomorrow. I park the car in Steve’s building but have no way to get in. Thankfully I learned useful skills. I turned around carefully picking on the lock until it opened. I did the same with Pena’s door that almost fell apart from excess pulling. For an agent who could be killed at any second, finding him spread out on the couch without flinching on the slightest move was astonishing. I dropped the keys on the counter and came around to see his eyes closed peacefully. Black casual button up coming half way. The bottom half untucked from his pants that was unzipped too. Shoes off with one leg hanging off the couch. Arms resting under his head probably after he ran it throught his hair. You could see pieces going in different directions. I had a thought run through my mind but I know it wasn’t the best. I know moving closer wasn’t the best. Leaning over him and fixing my eyes to see every detail of his face wasn’t the best. My hands unbuttoning his shirt slowly wasn’t the best. Moving my hands up his chest while my leg moves over to straddle him wasn’t the best. I hear a soft groan coming from his chest and I freeze. Seeing as his arms come loose falling to my lap unconsciously he settles back down in his sleep. His subtle hip movement caused a friction against my panties I couldn’t deny. Thankfull for the skirt I was wearing it was easy to move out the way. I started to grind and I was unable to stop on the force that kept building in my strides. I grip his big hands and place them on my breasts. How stupid do I feel grinding on a man asleep on his couch. Trying to cum solely on the contact of his jeans and as I force an unconscious man to grip my breast for more friction. The answer to that is I don’t, I feel fucking great. “Holy Fuck” I look down seeing Pena stirring awake as he moans. He takes over his hands and does his own teasing himself. I remove my hands to slowly run it up and down his chest putting more pressure on our connecting bodies. “Baby” he whines once he opens his eyes.

“Should I be worried how you so calmly woke up to this?” I hold in a moan as his cold strong hands move under my shirt to grip my skin.

“How can I be angry or deny this?” He pushes himself up removing my shirt to find no bra underneath. “Or this?” fuck. Breath cut off half way as he connects his mouth to one boob. He doesn’t kiss it or licks it, no, Javier Pena attaches himself like a leech and just starts sucking.

“Javi” I grip his head, wanting him to continue forever but of course he is such a dick and pulls away. “What the fuck?” I hit his shoulder. His face filled with that stupid grin he always carries. “Do you tease every girl like this?” he shakes his head. “Right.” I roll my eyes.

“Every girl doesn’t get a chance to wake me up like this” He wraps his arms around my waist, pulsing me closer. “Not every girl would get a chance to manipulate her way to this” I grunt, blocking his words. He removed one arm at a time that was covering my chest from him.

“You probably would let any girl do this to you aslong as you are getting some” I wasn’t angry or upset, I just didn’t want this to get up in his head.

“I remember your scent” He ignores me. He places a kiss on my cheek. “I remember the way your hands feel against mine” He goes down to place another kiss on my neck. “How your soft whines and moans sound” He moves his hand to grip on boob and places a kiss on it. “And how perfect this tits fit in my hand and how fucking great the taste” With those last words he latches on again with more force.

“Oh my god” I squeal, pulling him closer as I wrap my hands, cradling his head. He sucks and I start to grind against him faster and faster each second that goes by. I throw my head back in ecstasy. He gripped my other breast, playing and tugging. “Javi?” I look down, moving his hair out the way to see his eyes. “Can you just fuck me?” I don’t want any more foreplay or words to be exchanged. I only want to feel him against me, inside me, and intimately. He removes himself without another word, only a nod. I move my hand downward and help him remove his pants. I look up seeing his own eyes focused on mine. The sun was going down so the yellow glow on his tan skin made this feel more like a dream. I took him in my hand. His throat letting out a grunt as an impulse thrust caused his tip to rub against my inner thigh.

“No teasing” He whines, placing both hands on my hip.

“I wasn’t planning on it” I raise my hips just enough to position him right under me. I go down slowly feeling every inch go inside me. It hurt me feeling the stretch get wider and wider but what pretty sounds he made that distracted me.

“Querida” He whispers as I settle all the way down. My pussy tigting against him. Molding together, never wanting to let go.

“You feel so good” I grab his face bringing him in for a kiss. A slow dominating kiss. I don’t think I could ever get tired of them. “Are you going to fuck me like one of your girls?” I didn’t mind becoming one more on the list. I already had him here, with me. What use will it be remembering how many more girls he has done this with? Not when I have him here,body and soul, just like he has me.

“You will never come close to one of those girls” He grips my face. “Yes, I’ve had many but not one that holds me as tight as you” Fuck. “Not one that says my name so sweetly” His words were fuel to me. I started moving slowly, up and down. “Not one that could get me on my knees begging if she only asked” I hold in a moan. “Not one that fills all my daydreams and nights fantasies” My hips move up and down at a rapid speed. My head falls back with my eyes closed. I don’t know how I could hear his voice with the moans and whimpers coming out of me or the clapping that we cause everytime I go down. I grab on to his shoulder feeling a sheer coat of sweat. “You’re not like one of those girls” He pushes me against him, starting to kiss my chest. “Far from it” He trails his kisses up to my neck.

“Javi” I hold him closer and my pussy clenches even tighter as I feel the pressure build. “Fucking me so nicely, mi amor” I take the chance to bit into his neck earning a groan. My nails create crescent indents on his back.

“Always imagine you like this when I first saw you” He whispers into my neck and he starts to rub my back. His hips moving at an even faster pace. “Tight skirts and those blouses that you purposely don’t button all the way” Fuck I was so close. “Wondered how easy it would be to bend you over my desk and fuck you”

“Shut up” I cover his mouth slowing down our movement but slamming harder and tighter on his dick. “Baby, I need you” I pushed back, grabbing onto his face. “Inside” I leave a quick kiss on his lips. “Cum inside me” I didn’t say the word please but everybody hearing would know I was begging. He nods, wrapping his arms around my hip thrusting with more force.

“How could I deny you?” He grunts. I hold on to him as his dick goes deeper and somehow it feels tighter. All we hear is the painting of us two. The sound of clapping and my juices by us two. The feeling of us two being the only ones that matter right now.

“Javi” I moan, holding him close as I feel my high. “Fucking hell”

“That's it mi amor. Just keep taking it” I ride out my high as he continue to fuck me. As I come down I feel his cum spill in me. He doesn’t stop.

“Javi!” Insatiable for more I don’t push him away. I like the idea of him using me. His eyes clenched shut. And his hands are leaving bruises on my hip. Soon his movement slows down until we are back to the start, except this time sweaty with a mixture of us sliding down our legs to the couch.

“When?” Breathing heavily I cocked my head to the side. “When are you going to start calling me by my name when we are not alone?” I smile looking down as I trace a figure on his chest.

“If I start,” I pause, moving the trail up to his face. “All I will think about is the times we spent alone”

“That's something I can handle” I laugh pushing his shoulder playfully “Having your mind filled with images of us, like you filled mine doesn’t sound back” I roll my eyes. I didn’t have time to reply as I heard my phone ring. I go to remove myself from Javier but he pulls me down.

“Fucking hell” I groan starting to feel sore from our past actions. I give him a glare. “I need-” I grunt, not really wanting to fight. I leaned down as far as I could and picked up the phone answering it. “Hello?”

“L/N. I know you are back, I need you back in the office”. It was the ambassador. “I will send a car to pick you up-” I smack Javiers hand away as he goes to touch my breast. “Or, I know you are in Murphy's place so I can order Javier to escort you down?” With his antics I wanted the conversation to be over so I just agreed. “I will need a full-” I cover the phone glaring at the little stubborn boy infront of me.

“Can you stop for a quick second?” I groan, placing the phone back in my ear. He shakes his head and I didn’t have to ask why, I could feel it. He was getting hard again. “Okay. I will get to it”

“I will have everything prepared for you then” We say our goodbye and I hang up. I throw the phone behind him and start hiting him.

“That was the ambassador you stupid” I hear a slight laugh. “We need to head into the office”

“She wants you back soon? It's not safe yet” I roll my eyes. I hold on to his shoulder as I get up slowly, feeling like a baby deer.

“I need to go back one day, this job will never be safe” With that I go take a quick shower locking the door behind me so It wouldn’t take longer if he comes in. I leave the bathroom dressed and styled and wait for Javier to do the same. While waiting for him and as he drove me to the office I pictured a new routine. How easy this feels and it's scary. Most people who take this job realize they have nothing to lose or because they have so much to lose that they will die to protect it. Thankfully I am one of the first ones. I always thought the second group of people were stupid. It always caused trouble and heartache. But as I look to my left I realise I am becoming one of those stupid people and I don’t mind. But at the end of the day my mind wins.

Chapter 10