a wild desert heart

You’re unsure how much time has passed when you hear him exhale loudly through his nose before gulping down the last of his drink. You watch from the corner of your eye as you see him turn his chair in your direction. He leans forward, resting his forearms against his thighs. He fidgets for a minute before he finally asks you, “you wanna tell me what the fuck that was about last night?” You freeze. You know it needs to happen, but—shit. You thought you’d be the one to have to initiate. So much for the whiskey giving you a hand. He was way ahead of you. “You wanna tell me what the fuck that was in the file room yesterday?” you deflect. As fucked up as what happened last night was, you can’t let him act like he didn’t have a hand in how some of this has been playing out. He huffs incredulously and you stare each other down, waiting to see who speaks again first. “I think you know what it was about,” he rubs his thumb over the back of his hand and raises a knowing eyebrow. “Oh, do I?” you shift and pull your legs up underneath you on the couch, closing yourself off. “Don’t—do that,” he raises a frustrated hand. “Don’t do what, Javi? You’ve been playing with me just the same as I’ve been playing with you. You know that I’m in a relationship—and do you really expect me to believe you didn’t have a good time later that night taking Katie home again?” you spit in a mixture of defiance and jealousy. “Why the fuck would I do that?” he sits back up in his chair and crosses his arms. “Why wouldn’t you? You have before,” you shoot. “Because I didn’t fucking want anyone else—” he shoots back just as quickly, taking a pause to gather himself before continuing. “Do you even know how hard it was for me to be back in that place again? Watching you get fucked up and reckless but knowing this time I couldn’t do anything to stop you? At least back then, I could make sure you got home safe—stay there with you as long as you wanted until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore—but now even that’s not my fucking place,” his brows pull together and his jaw clenches, but he still avoids looking at you. You stay quiet while you absorb his confession and your chest pulls tight. You feel yourself on the brink of crumbling— —so you attempt to deflect a second time. “Look, Javier. I’ve been thinking about this whole mess and I’ve accepted that we are just two fucked up people and I have to do something about it if we’re going to keep working together. I can’t hurt Alex like this.” “But you can hurt me?” he stands up from his desk, unable to sit still anymore. “No, Javi it’s not like th—” “So what the fuck is it like then? Did you agree to stay as some kind of punishment? Flaunt an engagement in my fucking face? For christsake, how much longer are we gonna keep fucking doing this?” His outburst freezes you in place. You’d never seen him get quite this…loudly bent out of shape towards you and a part of you can’t help but be angry that he couldn’t be bothered to before. All the chances you both had to be honest to yourselves and to each other—not a single one actually taken until he felt emotionally traumatized and wasted enough to kiss you in Medellín—only able to hastily risk everything with you once he thought he had nothing else to lose. You thought you deserved more than that. You thought you meant more than that.

Your most humorous: Puff, Puff, Smash- Javier Peña x f!reader (idk I don't write that much that winds up being funny but here we go lol) Context: You seduce Mr. DEA into getting high 🍃

You both hurriedly jump up into the cab of the truck. He flicks the engine on as you giggle when the springs of the bench bounce you into his side. The gravel ripples under the tires as he backs out and then speeds off across the front fields of the ranch that are unoccupied. You make yourself comfortable as you press into him, snuggling your face back into the spot on his neck as he drives. You plant slow, delicate kisses from the crook up to his jaw as your hand rubs his thigh. He chokes back a moan then you feel him shudder under your touch before you realize the truck is slowing to a stop—his foot inadvertently moved off the gas when he’d closed his eyes. “Javi,” you laugh, “do you wanna put the car in park or…” “Huh? Oh—shit,” he chuckles with a lopsided grin, “uh, we’re not there yet.” “Oh my fucking god,” you go into a laughing fit and he chuckles next to you. “I got it, I got it. Just—don’t fucking touch me till we get there,” he tries to be serious but your laughter is contagious. “But I’m having so much fun,” you pout. “Just, stay over there,” he extends his arm out to playfully push you away as he starts to drive again.

Your sexiest: Checkmate- Javier Peña x f!attorney reader Context: You're a defense attorney and you pissed Javi off. He came to your office to tell you off but it turned into somethin else 😏 (also was hard to choose I have so many fave sexy things written 🤣)

“I know that when you’re misunderstood, you become an easy target. So, you swing the complete opposite way to avoid it—you put up walls, you fight dirty to get what you want—what you think will serve you in the end, but when it still leaves you empty after, you’re left questioning everything you’ve ever done. Every decision you’ve ever made, right?” “Y—yes,” you pant and nod your head quickly. Your chest heaves as your body short-circuits, sending a wave of arousal to your core. Your eyes drop momentarily to his lips that have crept within inches to yours in the heat of the moment. When you flick them back up to meet his with a renewed fire behind them, he crashes his lips against yours. You sigh into the kiss and your hands fly to tangle in his hair as you nip his lower lip. He groans low in response but when you realize what you’re doing, you break the kiss in shock and land a quick slap across his cheek. He exhales hard through his nose at the sting and pushes his hands off the wall to give you room to slide out. Instead, you both stand face to face for a moment, heated and panting not knowing who will move first and for what. Javi’s eyes drop first and he turns to grab the door handle. As he starts to pull it open, want surges through you. Your leg flies up to wrap around his waist to keep him from leaving. When he turns his head to look at you, confused, you pull him back into you to capture his lips with a renewed hunger. He groans as his hand travels up the back of your head to tangle in your hair as he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth at a torturously slow pace. You whimper into his mouth as you rut your hips against the hardening length beneath his pants. You whine almost pathetically when he breaks the kiss and he huffs out a laugh under his breath, amused by your sudden neediness. In one fluid motion, he removes his suit jacket and loosens his tie before he’s back on you just as quick. “When’s the last time you were properly fucked, huh? When’s the last time it wasn’t your own fucking fingers?” He ghosts against your lips. “I—I don’t know,” you answer in a breathless whisper. “You don’t know,” he responds, not a question, but a statement— dripping with a cocky confidence that should piss you off.