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tags: Jack Abbot x Reader, age gap, smut, PWP, unprotected sex in uhm both spots
You had always thought that older men would be a bit slower in the bedroom.
Softer, sweeter, more vanilla. That maybe you’d have fewer fucks, or even help from a little blue pill if required. You didn’t mind - you knew it came with the territory. You liked older men. You liked your older man, and were happy with whatever you would get.
You weren’t expecting this.
You were on your knees on his bed, your face pushed into the pillows as you practically sob into them. Jack’s strong hands moved you as he pleased, one hand gripping your hip, the other pushing down between your shoulder blades and holding you against the mattress. The pillows did little to quiet you as Jack worked his cock in and out of you, slow and harsh.
You had lost your presence of mind somewhere around the second orgasm, pulled out of you with his mouth and fingers. You practically lost your grip on reality when he asked if he could fuck you in your ass.
“Fuuuck baby you’re tight.” Jack growled from above you, sawing his dick back and forth faster, finding out just how much you could take.
“You look fucking good like this.” He ground out, his large hand landing on your ass cheek with a loud crack. “So pretty I could take a picture.”
You gasped as his hand collided with you, lifting your head from the pillows as much as you could and craning your neck to look at him. You gaped up at him, breathy whines leaving you in time with his thrusts.
You knew Jack was well endowed, but he felt huge right now. He had spent time prepping you, stretching your tight hole slowly, murmuring sweet words against your hip the whole time. The first few minutes were uncomfortable, but had morphed into something hot, deep and aching in you.
“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Jack breathed as you made eye contact with him, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to the bedsheets below.
You must look a mess right now, eyes glassy, hair in snarls, fucked dumb. Your mouth was open in a soft ‘o’, your breaths punching out as Jack’s hips collided with yours. You could feel that familiar fire building in your belly again, licking up your spine.
“Jaaack,” You whined, pushing back against his hips as best you could while being pressed into the mattress. You wanted more.
“What is it baby?” Jack chuckled, pressing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along your spine. Electricity followed their path, zipping across your skin and lighting your nerves on fire.
“What do you need?” Jack purred, leaning overtop of you, breathing into your ear and peppering kisses along your cheek.
With the position shift, Jack’s hips grind up against yours, bullying his cock deeper inside you. You gasped at the feeling, your hips rocketing away and back - not sure if you were running from the pleasure or chasing it.
“More.” You whimpered, pitifully.
You tried to seek out his lips with your own, but Jack drew back at your request, his hand releasing its hold on your upper back. You nearly choke at his absence after being nearly swallowed whole by his presence. Your hands scramble at the sheets to push your upper body up, to chase him wherever he’s decided to run off to.
This action is met with a hard crack to your ass, the flesh stinging where his hit lands. Jack pulls out of you slowly and carefully, a sharp hiss leaving him as he does it. The warm, full feeling you were growing obsessed with now replaced by an aching emptiness.
Before you can protest, Jack flips you over, laying you out on your back. Your chest heaves as you stare up at him, his silver curls mussed, cheeks red and eyes dark with lust.
“Calm down baby,” Jack muttered, re-situating himself between your legs, staring down at your weeping sex. “Just giving you what you asked for.”
He slaps his dick against your neglected pussy a few times, groaning when it makes you gasp and twitch. He uses your slick to pump himself a few times, staring at your gaping holes.
“So wet for me,” He whispers, his voice like gravel. You shiver when you feel his thumb run down the seam of your pussy lightly. “Think she’s jealous?”
Before you can even think of what to say, Jack is sliding back into your tight hole, your pussy pulsing above it, empty and wanting. Your heavy lids slide shut as he pushes forward, bottoming out as his hips meet yours. You take a shaky breath as you try to re-acquaint yourself with the feeling. WIth how big he is.
Your eyes fly open as Jack’s thumb slides along your slit again lightly, as he starts to rock his hips back and forth again.
You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. He towers over you, his broad freckled chest covered in a sheen of sweat, left arming circling around your thigh and helping him rock you against him. His right fingers slowly run up and down your pussy, spreading your wetness anew. His brows are furrowed, pupils blown with lust as his gaze sweeps over you - your kiss-swollen lips, soft eyes, and tits bouncing softly.
“Need more, pretty girl?” He asked breathlessly, his hips snapping at a steady pace.
You nodded dumbly, hands gripping at the sheets at your side, eyes locked to his. You could feel fire lapping at your core, lightning at your nerves. You have a fleeting thought that he might actually fuck you dumb.
“Mm greedy,” He let out a laugh, hand abandoning your pussy to push on your chest, encouraging you to lay down flat again.
“My pretty, greedy girl.” He ground out, hand returning to your pussy once again.
This time, instead of soft pets, he slips two thick fingers inside of you, hooking up and pressing deep against something sensitive. He matches the punishing rhythm of his hips, working them in and out of you.
You let out a wet, strangled gasp when he does this, the feeling of fullness increasing tenfold. Your pussy is a mess, sucking his fingers in greedily, sloppy and loud with his movements.
“Oh fuck Jack- fuck,” You wailed, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Yeah,” He breathed out, staring down at your weeping pussy, stuffed full with his fingers, your ass stuffed full with his cock. So full of him. “She missed me.”
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If Mando asked for your help with a bounty, he was going to get your help with a bounty.
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Warnings: 18+ content only! Unprotected sex, smut, oral (f receiving) and dirty talk from our favourite soup can. I think possessive Mando requires a warning in and of itself.
For someone who had plenty of previous experience hunting down bounties, you sure didn’t get to practice recently. Since joining forces with the famed Mandalorian, you had pretty much been sidelined, with him doing double the bounties in return for your help with the Child.
You knew it was because he was thankful for your help with the Child, trying to show his appreciation through taking the highest paying bounties for both of you and allowing you to essentially exist freely. But Maker you got bored sitting in the Razor Crest, day in and day out, with only that little green monster for company.
So when he came to you, saying that he needed help securing a quarry, you were elated. When you landed on Tatooine and handed the sweet boy over to Peli, you felt like you were about ready to bounce out of your skin.
You were prepared for a shoot-out, something so spectacular and dangerous that it was guaranteed to be lethal if he didn’t bring you with him. Destroying cities and bodies and blood and- okay.
You knew you were probably getting a bit ahead of yourself. Nevertheless, you concealed your blaster and secured an extra vibroblade just in case.
You were not, however, expecting to be sat in a seedy cantina under dingy blue-ish lights and drinking overpriced Kyrf while the Mandalorian himself ignored you.
“What are we doing here?” You whispered, leaning slightly across the low table to try to get his attention. You could see your warped reflection in the side of his helmet, an excited look on your face.
Mando barely registers that you've spoken, his visor pointed towards the crowd, scanning it slowly. Looking around you, the heady blue lights swirling, you can't pinpoint what was so interesting about the scene in front of you; it was a cantina full of rowdy, half-drunken idiots.
"Mando." You hissed, reaching across the table and trying to poke him in his side, finger meeting hard metal. You drew your hand back with a pout, watching the Mandalorian from under your eyelashes.
Was this Mando’s idea of a night on the town?
“We’re waiting.” Mando replied, voice monotone as he continued to scan the roiling crowd, posture tight and stiff.
You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to snark something back at him, when a group began shouting behind you, drawing your attention. Everything in this cantina had an otherworldly blue color to it, the hue shifting and slipping across faces in the crowd like you were underwater.
Shooting the loud group with a deadly glare, you lean closer to him and try again, “I know that, I meant why are we here? Wouldn’t it be easier to find him outside of a loud bar?”
Mando simply grunted, the modulator barely registering the sound. You sit back in a huff and cross your arms over your chest, pissed that Mando wasn’t giving you a shred of information. How were you supposed to be helpful if he wouldn’t tell you anything?
Picking up your drink, you scowl into the glass for a moment, watching the golden liquid swirl, much too wound up to deal with his ‘silent and deadly’ shtick today.
Sprawled out on one side of the booth, his long arms spread along the back of the seat, Mando’s figure radiated indifference, seemingly uninterested in everything, including you. From the tension in his spine and the slight flex of his hands, you could tell he was on red alert.
You supposed that you should be on alert as well, but seeing as Mando had given you absolutely zero indication of what you were doing here… Might as well make the best of it.
Shrugging to yourself, an impish smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you knock back the remnants of your drink, the golden liquid sliding down your throat with a pleasant buzz. You could feel heat settle in your chest, creeping its way through your system like molasses.
“That stuff is strong.” Mando remarked, uninterested, still scanning the throng of people in front of him.
You snort, moving the cup aside and place your elbows on the table, your fingers intertwining, chin resting on top of your hands delicately.
“Mando,” You start sweetly, “How am I meant to be helpful if you don’t tell me bantha shit about our quarry?”
You see the Mandalorian’s helmet tilt towards you slightly, likely annoyed at your attempts to converse while he was trying to focus, but you simply smile at him innocently and raise your eyebrows slightly.
“I’ll point him out once he arrives.”
“Or, you could just tell me about it now? When there’s not a dangerous bounty crammed into a small bar with us?” You implore, voice edging on patronizing and smile sticky-sweet.
Sighing heavily, he turns his helmet towards you fully, most definitely fixing you with a tired stare under that helmet. Tossing a small disc on the table between you, a small hologram appears with a rather rough looking Twi’lek baring his teeth, brows low over wild eyes.
“Fein Kaalgen. I’ve picked him up before, which is why you’re here.” Mando murmurs, head tilting towards the hologram.
“You want me to take him down?” You ask, still puzzled. It made no sense to make a scene in such a crowded place.
“No,” Mando sighed, rubbing the side of his helmet, “I want you to distract him while I cuff him.”
You watch the Mandalorian and study the swirling lights dancing across his armor creating mesmerizing reflections. The shock-blue lighting made him look like he was draped in sapphires, an ethereal quality to his incredibly reflective appearance, perhaps a statuesque figure in a centuries old painting. You could imagine people writing stories about the famed Mandalorian, saving the galaxies with his silver armor and heart of gold.
Too bad he was just an asshole in a glorified tin can. His armor wasn't even that cool.
“You want me to flirt with him.” You deadpan, leaning back in your seat, eyebrow raising and arms crossing your chest defensively.
“No, I want you to distract him.” Mando replied, returning his attention to the rest of the bar.
“By flirting with him.”
“No.” Mando responds curtly, trying to cut off the conversation.
“So should I just take my top off now? Or later?” You ask, unamused. You cannot believe this.
You knew that it was probably a pretty good plan. It shouldn't be too hard to distract a criminal on the run with the promise of sex, but the idea didn't sit right with you. Did Mando just think of you as a piece of meat?
At this, Mando's head snaps towards you, the motion making you jump in your seat. You could tell he was tense but stars, did he have to twitch like a wild animal?
"What? No. No. Keep your clothes on." Mando sputters out, leaning towards you now, finger pointing in your face, his entire attention on you for the first time since you walked in this shithole of a cantina.
You roll your eyes at this, turning your face to scan the crowd, the pulsating blue lights and low music nearly hypnotizing, Mando's gaze heavy on your face. You knew you were being snarky, but you didn't care. Get the bounty and get out of here. That was all you were focused on. Who gives a single flying fuck what that tin can thought of you.
You can feel your face heat up under Mando's unrelenting gaze, forcing your eyes to stay on every other asshole in this bar. You were going to get that quarry.
You two sit quietly, for a moment, the silence tense and weighty and you can tell that Mando is just looking for the right words to break the silence. Normally, you'd help him out, say something to get the ball rolling, but tonight? You were more than okay to let him stew in his own little soup can.
As you sit there, jaw clenched tight against the accusations and insults sitting on the tip of your tongue, you see a flash of a familiar face in the crowd. You still entirely for a second, muscles tensed, eyes flickering over the crowd until-
There he was.
Strutting his way through the crowd as if he owned the place, was Fein Kaalgen. You shot up from your seat in an instant, abandoning your table with Mando to sidle up to the bar yourself, keeping the quarry in the corner of your vision, Mando's eyes heavy on your back.
You knew that Kaalgen wasn't exactly a looker but... Maker could he not try to look like less of a criminal? What the hell is it about being on the run that keeps these people from buying a toothbrush? Dressed in ragged black clothing, his double-barrelled blaster sitting low on his leg and a cocky smile stretching across his sharp features, he looked like a shark, eyes flashing through the crowd.
Sidling up to the bar, you don't bother looking behind you to check for Mando, certain that he was a big enough boy that he would at least try to conceal himself from the bounty. Good. At least he's out of your way too, you think with a scowl, slowing your steps and swinging your hips more purposefully, leaning heavily on the bar.
You peek at the bounty out of the corner of your eye, trying your best to look hopeless at the bar. You see Kaalgen flag the bartender down immediately, ordering whatever bantha shit people here drank, turning and surveying the crowd. You knew exactly when his eyes fell on your form.
Rolling your eyes inwardly, you reach out to the bartender multiple times, each time just slow enough that he's focused on something or someone else, leaving you all to your lonesome. Putting your chin in your hand, you huff hopelessly and cock your hip out to the side, looking around innocently.
You were always a good actor.
Good enough in fact, that out of the corner of your eye, you could see the Twi'lek saunter towards you, chest puffed out and chin held high. Your knight in shining armor.
Speaking of which, you thought to yourself, cheeks heating up a tad at the remaining anger you felt towards your own shiny tin can, might as well put on a show.
If this is all Mando thought you were useful for? Fine.
"What are you drinking tonight?" A smooth tenor voice asks from your right, drawing you out of your thoughts. You act surprised, jumping in your spot slightly, turning your torso towards the quarry, a hand placed over your heart. You school your features perfectly, eyebrows raised and mouth in a small 'o' as you make eye contact with the stranger.
"Sorry," he chuckled, raising his hands slightly, "Do you normally scare so easily?" he asks lowly, moving swiftly into your space, his sharp teeth exposed by a wide smile.
You turn your head towards him fully with what you hope is a playful smile playing on your lips. Your nose is assaulted by the smell of his cologne, strong and smelling closer to a cleaning agent than something pleasant. Dank Farrik are your eyes watering?
"Not normally." You respond, smiling lightly, leaning towards the bar subtly to try to create some distance between the two of you. "And I'm trying to get Kyrf."
His eyes rake over your form appraisingly, lips pulled back in a half smirk as his gaze lands on your chest. You can feel a disgusted shiver trying to work it's way out of your bones, taking it as a chance to push your chest out slightly, tilting your chin up towards him.
"That stuff is pretty strong." He chuckled, strange purple eyes drawn back up to your face, entirely oblivious to the rest of the bar behind you.
"So I've been told," you murmur, a sickly-sweet smile still plastered across your face. You felt like a honey trap, the criminal in front of you an oblivious fly about to dive headfirst into its own demise.
The Twi'lek in front of you hummed, leaning over you further, crushing your back into the wood behind you, his chest partially pressed into yours as he barks at the bartender, drawing his attention immediately.
With the momentary distraction, you look away from your target to the rest of the bar, scanning quickly for Mando, entirely sure he'd be on his way over and.. nothing. Across the bar and the fluctuating sapphire lights, the man was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe you should toss him into carbonite too.
You feel panic rise in your chest for a moment, closing your eyes briefly and taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart. You didn't need Mando. You did this all the time.
Schooling your expression once again, the Twi'lek in front of you holds out your drink to you, the golden liquid shimmering and swirling.
You accept your drink graciously from your new companion, clinking your glass against his and immediately tip it back, the cool liquid burning you from the inside out. You lick your lips and stare up at the bounty in front of you, watching his eyes track the movement. Maker. That had to have been too much.
Instead, he breaks out into a grin, pointed fangs exposed and eyebrows drawn low over his eyes. Leaning into your side slowly and placing one of his hands on your waist and squeezing, his hot, sour breath fan across your face, acrid cologne stinging your nose. Mouthwash. We need to make sure we never run out of mouthwash.
"You in a hurry, baby?" He asks lowly, turning towards your face slightly, lips dangerously close to your neck. You can feel yourself grimacing, you just can't help it at this point, leaning yourself away from his hot breath. With one hand braced against his chest, giving you more leverage to push away from him, your other reaches behind your back, fingers just barely brushing your cuffs.
"No hurry." A familiar, modulated voice sounded from behind the bounty, relief flowing through you.
Kaalgen's spine straightens, his grip tightening on your waist for a moment, his glass placed on the bar in front of him. Before he could reach for his own blaster, you wrap the cuff around his wrist, wrenching his hand away from your body. Using his surprise to your advantage, you twist his arm behind his back, securing the other cuff quickly and effectively dampening his actions.
Snarling, the stranger in front of you twists his torso to face you, teeth bared in a growl as he leans in towards you again. You can tell the moment Mando's blaster presses into his spine from the way his muscles tense, his expression freezing for a moment with the realization.
You lean farther away from him, allowing Mando to grab his shoulder roughly, pushing him towards the door of the bar, blaster still pressed tightly into the bounty's side as he stalked him towards the exit.
Looking around, you see the crowd swaying and calling out to each other as they were before, completely oblivious to the scene at the bar top. Leaning against the counter entirely, you place a hand over your pounding heart, taking a deep slow breath, looking at the surface next to you, the quarry's untouched drink sitting there unattended.
Picking it up, you downed the unfamiliar green liquid with a grimace before pushing off and following the pair out of the bar and towards the ship.
* * * * *
The walk back to the Razor Crest was quiet and uncomfortable at best.
The bounty spent his time swearing at you two in his native tongue and calling you a lying whore in every single way he could; while Mando stopped every so often to do his very best to break his nose. All in all, a slow walk back.
Once you did return, you climbed up the ladder, situating yourself in the cockpit, allowing Mando to deal with the bounty. His bounty. Whatever. Throwing an arm over your face, you rested there in relative silence, waiting for Mando to come up the ladder so you could retrieve Grogu and get the hell off of this dustbowl of a planet.
"Are you alright?" A modulated voice asks from above you, his approach entirely silent.
Bolting upright in your chair, arm falling from your face, you place a hand over your heart, hoping to calm it's galloping rhythm in your chest. So jumpy.
"Dank Farrik Mando, do you have to scare me like that?" You ask, glaring up at him from where he stands, his large frame crammed into the doorway of the cockpit.
"Are you alright?" Mando asks again, helmet tilted towards you, the silver beskar reflecting the various internal lights of the Crest bouncing back at odd angles.
"I'm fine. Other than your attempted murder via heart attack." You grumble, settling back in your chair, still upset from... well from the entire night.
"I saw the look on your face back there," Mando continues on as if you hadn't spoken, "You looked like you were uncomfortable. Did he do anything?" He asks, his visor watching you intently.
"Of course I was uncomfortable." You snort, folding your arms over your chest defensively again, cocking an eyebrow at him. "You were pimping me out to lure a large, dangerous, green man."
"I-" Mando starts with a splutter, standing up from his relatively relaxed state. "I did not pimp you out, I asked you to help with a bounty-"
"Whatever, Mando. Let's just drop it, okay?" You ask tersely, turning towards the control panels in front of you, his gaze heavy on the side of your face.
"Ka'ra-" Mando started with a heavy sigh, his gravelly voice beckoning you to look over at him, give into whatever stupid bantha shit he was going to spew but- no.
"No, you know what? Fuck you Mando. Am I just a slab of meat to you? Able to be tossed to the kriffing wolves whenever you need some bait to bring in a big, bad man?" You snap, turning in your seat, you can feel heat rising to your cheeks, your anger flaring once again. Who did he think he was? The Maker?
"Of course not-" Mando starts, taking a partial step towards you before you cut him off again.
"Stars, of course that's what I was there for! It would be so easy to let some stranger fuck me if it means you get your bounty right?" You hiss, outright angry now, wanting Mando to just admit it.
"What are you talking about? I'm not the one that made you throw yourself at him!" Mando scoffs back, an accusing finger pointing towards you, his broad frame leaning in close to you, considering the cramped space you had available.
Tilting your jaw up in defiance, you stare down the Mandalorian with fire in your eyes.
“You’ve been hiding me on this ship since I met that kid. Do you think I’m incapable? Only useful to drag in the sleaziest bounties? Or maybe just babysit your child? Should I be cleaning the place as well? Making sure it’s spotless for when you return home?” You spit, voice laced with poison. He wanted to have it out? Fine.
You watch as he splutters, the only noise in the cockpit the thundering of your pulse as you stare up at Mando’s visor, an unforgiving wall of silver. You didn’t often find yourself wishing you could see his face, but Maker, it would have been helpful. At least you’d know if you were about to be kicked off his ship.
"Like I said, let's just drop it." You huff, turning back to the controls.
It’s completely silent for a moment, the tension thick in the air. You could feel your cheeks were on fire, remnants of the alcohol still swirling through your veins, making your sharper and much more combative than you usually were. You just couldn’t help it.
“I go out so you don’t have to. I go out so I can know that you’re safe, here with Grogu. You think I liked watching that?” Mando asks, his voice strained as he takes another step closer to you. “That I liked watching him drape himself over you? No one else should be touching you like that,” He practically growled, standing directly behind your seat now.
“Keep me safe?” You ask, thrown off. “ And what the hell do you mean ‘no one else-”
“Do you know what I wanted?” Mando asks quietly, completely ignoring you, his voice taking on a lethal tone. “I wanted to scare him out of the bar, and have you intercept him outside. You’re fast on your feet, and much stronger than you look. I trust you. What I wanted was for us to take him down together, on my mark. And if it came to it? Approach from both sides, blasters drawn, and give him no room to get out. Do you think I really give a single shit about making a scene in a crowded bar if I had to?”
You shake your head slightly, uninterested to hear whatever Mando wanted to say. He was starting to get confusing. Or was that the Kyrf? You couldn’t tell anymore.
“Do you think I would just abandon you like that?” Mando seethes, leaning down close to your ear and crowding your space. “Let some slimy shit run his fucking hands all over you? Let him take you away from me?”
“Alright, what the fuck are you on about now?” You spit, whipping around in your seat again to stare at Mando’s visor. He hadn’t moved from his earlier position, his figure now very very close to you. You stare at him for a moment, neither of you moving, the tension in the air shifting slightly.
Stars, was the cockpit always this tiny?
You open your mouth again, ready to hurl something back at him, more than slightly confused by the shift when Mando’s finger comes up, placing it gently against your lips and hushing you.
“Ka’ra,” Mando starts, his voice patronizing, anger still bubbling beneath the surface, “Do you ever stop talking?”
Furrowing your brows, you reach up to rip his hand off your face, ready to tear that man a new asshole when his grip shifts, his gloved hand effectively covering the entire bottom half of your face, the smooth leather soft against your skin.
“What I mean,” Mando growls, squatting down so you two were completely eye-level. “Is that I don’t want to see anyone else touch you. What I mean, is that you’re mine, whether you know it or not.”
Your brow furrows lower, your heart rate picking up again, a question on your lips. Maker, you wish he wasn’t a Mandalorian right now. Then you’d be able to see if he was joking. Because he was joking… right?
“You think I can’t hear you at night? This is a tiny ship Ka’ra and I’m not stupid.” Mando asks, leaning forward, his visor coming closer to your face, your mortified reflection staring back at you.
Right. Okay. That was a bit harder to play off.
“Do you wish it was me? I can hear the noises you make sometimes, so soft and so pretty.” Mando breathes, staying completely motionless in front of you, his hand contracting slightly as he waits for your response.
You can feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment, the very tips of your ears on fire as you stare into the silver in front of you. Heat floods through you, lava flowing through your chest and waking up your cells, every nerve-ending on fire.
You’d spent months dreaming about his touch, what it would be like to hear the words coming out of his mouth right now, your own hand pressed to your mouth to suppress your quiet moans at the thought.
You nod tentatively, eyes falling to your lap. You were caught red-handed, there was no point in hiding it. You’d never made your feelings clear before, figuring that Mando had much more pressing matters on his hands. The sting of embarrassment growing worse the longer he watched you.
“Is that why you put on a show tonight? For me?” Mando asks, hand shifting on your face, cupping your jaw lightly, waiting attentively.
You open your mouth to speak again, words dying on your tongue. What the hell were you supposed to say to that? The Mandalorian takes the opportunity to stroke his thumb along your bottom lip, fingertip darting close to your partially opened mouth.
“I think about you too, Ka’ra. How pretty you’d look for me, the sweet sounds you’d make, how good I could make you feel.” Mando whispers, his other hand coming to rest on your knee, rubbing slow circles, their path leaving your skin prickling.
“Will you let me?”
You let out a shaky breath at this, wide eyes staring at the man in front of you. This famed bounty hunter, known for his ability to wipe out cities, was on his knees, practically begging for you. The thought made heat start to pool between your legs.
Words lost to you, you nod your head slowly, eyes flicking across his visor.
Mando breathes out slowly, taking his hands off of you for a moment, you immediately missing his touch. You blink, confused for a moment, before his hands return to you, gloveless. If the feeling of his gloves on your skin felt like sparks, this felt like electricity, popping, crackling and nearly setting you alight.
Large, warm, tan hands resting on your knees, you’re taken aback for a moment, wondering the last person that got to see this part of the Mandalorian. Your mind is racing until his large hands start to travel up your thighs, achingly slowly towards your overheated core, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Bypassing your neglected core entirely, they reach higher and unbutton your pants, pushing them down your hips slowly, you shifting your weight slightly to help him. Your pulse jumping, you watch as he pushes the material past your hips and down your legs, leaving you in your underwear in front of him.
Resettling himself on the floor of the cockpit in front you, Mando runs his gloveless hands up your thighs, that same trail of fire made a thousand times stronger by the feeling of his bare skin against yours.
Once again bypassing your core, you whine quietly as they find purchase on your hips, large fingers wrapping around you, dragging you towards the front of the seat in one fluid motion, your legs falling apart to accommodate his broad chest.
Placing your hands on the armrests of the seat, your grip tightens around it as Mando’s right hand shifts from it’s hold, slowly moving towards your soaked cunt. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his fingers reaching out, a featherlight touch against your clothed core sending shivers up your spine.
Mando hums approvingly, his fingers continuing to ghost along you, watching you squirm in your seat.
You feel your breath hitch at this, heartbeat galloping wildly in your chest. The barely there feeling of Mando’s hands against you stealing your focus, thoughts already starting to feel hazy.
“Mando-” You start, pushing your hips upwards towards him, chasing his touch, hoping for something to help relieve the nearly suffocating feeling of lust, a monster that would surely eat you alive.
Your breath hitches again as he pushes two fingers firmly against your slit, the damp fabric evidence of the overwhelming arousal you felt.
“Just like I thought,” Mando whispers, two fingers tracing an unhurried path along your core, “So pretty.”
Your eyes open slowly, watching him through your eyelashes as he stares at you, already a panting mess under his barely-there ministrations.
Pushing your underwear aside, he eases two fingers into your soaked core with an appreciative groan.
Gathering the slick that covered your core with his thumb, Mando begins pumping his thick fingers inside of you, his thumb resting just beside your bundle of nerves, swiping across it once and making your hips jump. After what felt like forever, this contact, any contact, is a sensory overload, ready to make you fall apart at a moment’s notice.
Continuing to pump his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, you feel your breathing pick up, core already burning, waves of arousal washing over you. Reaching up with the hand still on your waist, he returns it to the nape of your neck, squeezing and pulls you forward, drawing you closer to him. Mando releases a quiet groan, his helmet leaning forward to lean against your forehead.
“Maybe I should have just fucked you in the alley outside of that cantina. At least then you’d have been less mouthy.” Mando hums, visor facing towards your pussy, watching as his fingers disappear inside of you, hitting a spot inside that draws mewling whines out of you.
You feel your pussy flutter at the thought, eyes rolling back for a moment. Mando lets out an appreciative growl at the feeling, speeding up his fingers slightly, working them in and out of you, each drag of his fingers sending your pulse skyrocketing.
“You like that idea, beautiful? Have me push you against a wall and take what’s mine?” Mando asks, voice filled with air, the grip on the back of your neck tightening in turn.
You nod slightly, breath starting to pick up at the idea of it, Mando pressing you into a wall, his cock disappearing inside you, the thick head rubbing against a spot that makes you see white, his rough voice calling you dirty names- when you’re brought back to the present abruptly with a swipe of his thumb across your clit making your hips jolt again, his fingers pumping faster.
“M-Mando,” You start, a breathy whine in your voice as his pace continues to pick up, his thumb decidedly taking hold on your bundle of nerves, rubbing quick small circles that make your mouth go dry and cunt flood with desire. You let go of your iron grip on the seats, instead latching onto his arm, fingers squeezing hard with each thrust of his fingers.
“Maker Ka’ra,” Mando murmurs, his fingers working your clit, the only noises in the cockpit, your heavy breathing and the lewd squelch of his fingers working you. “So wet for me. I bet you taste so sweet.”
At that, you keen, your pussy fluttering at the thought of Mando’s mouth on you. You can feel a tightening in your core, the feeling white-hot and spreading out to your limbs. You’d had sex before, you’d had someone go down on you before but stars, it had never sounded so good.
“Fuck- can you do something for me?” Mando asks, voice an octave lower than usual. He leans his forehead away from yours, watching your face intently, his breaths heavy and slow, as if he was trying to calm himself down. You can see your expression in the reflection of his helmet, cheeks flushed, a glassy look in your eyes and hair mussed. Mando could ask you anything right now, and you’re nearly certain you would say yes.
“Y-Yes,” You breathe, watching him.
“Close your eyes,” Mando practically begs, helmet focused on the apex of your thighs again, his fingers making quick work of you, the coil tightening in your core as he continues to play with your clit. “Close your eyes baby, please.”
You snap your eyes shut with no hesitation, entirely focused on the feeling of his hands on your body, a warm hand at the back of your neck squeezing occasionally, his other hand drawing tiny mewls out of you, his fingers repeatedly hitting a spot inside you that sends shivers through your limbs.
“Keep them closed.” Mando warns, modulated voice low and commanding, your head nodding quickly in ascent. Fingers squelching in and out of you, you sigh quietly, reveling in the building pleasure.
And then, his hands leave you.
You’re so surprised your eyes nearly pop open in response, but Mando’s hand comes to rest over your eyes for a moment, ensuring you keep your promise. You can hear him adjusting from below you, shifting and moving around before you hear a soft thud, something heavy placed on the ground next to him.
Then, his touch is back, one hand covering your eyes still, the other gripping your hip and drawing you even closer to the edge of the seat, your bottom barely perched on the sweat-slicked surface now.
His fingers return, slipping inside you again like they’d found their home, giving a few quick pumps and earning a drawn out sigh from you. Mando groans appreciatively for a moment, his voice sounding further away than before and-oh. That’s what he was doing.
You nearly fall off of the chair underneath you when his tongue reaches out, tasting you slow and sweet. Stars, each time he moved, did something more, you were convinced it was the best feeling in the world. If his hands felt good, that was nothing compared to this. In a matter of seconds, you decide that you could die happily now, having experienced this.
It’s embarrassing how quick you begin to fall apart.
Picking up his pace from earlier, Mando’s fingers thrust inside of you quickly now, helped along by the soft and wet sensation of his tongue circling your clit. You moan quietly, brows furrowed, entirely focused on the pleasure, a hand shooting out to his head, fisting in the short locks.
You can feel that same crest approaching from earlier, shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you as his mouth attaches to your clit, suckling softly, his fingers curling in a beckoning motion, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.
“M-Mando,” you pant, hips starting to stutter with his ministrations, “I-I’m going- fuck- I-” you’re cut off as he readjusts, speeding up his pace yet again, fingers reaching a whole new depth, making a pitiful whine escape you, your climax so close. Maker it was hot in this stupid ship, your entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Yes, fuck, Ka’ra,” Mando groans, mouth leaving your soaking core, murmuring low under his breath. “Come for me, please.”
And just like that, you do.
With a low moan, your fingers tighten in his hair, your mouth dropping open entirely, as your climax barrels down on you. Coming with a gasp, waves of pleasure wash over you, reducing you to a quivering mess. You can hear Mando’s quiet praises, the sensations drawn out by his continued movements, your pussy flooding his fingers with your arousal.
Mando growls, removing his fingers from you for a moment, flattening his tongue against you, the soft feeling of his mouth making your legs quaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“Mando,” you breathe, your voice sounding absolutely wrecked, hands reaching out for his shoulders blindly to push him away from your core. Your heart still pounding, breath still coming fast, you reach for him more concretely, needing something more, needing him. Humming in acknowledgement against you, Mando breaks away, his own chest heaving.
“Yes Princess?” Mando asks, his voice gravelly, fingers returning to run along your slit, teasing your entrance.
“P-Please,” You gasp, each swipe of his fingertips getting closer to your clit, stealing your breath. “Please, I-I need-” You start, fingers gaining purchase against his shoulders, trying to draw him up and closer to you.
Mando hums, the sound low and rough, hands resettling on your hips before dragging you down off the chair completely, your bottom landing hard on his armored lap, legs spreading to accommodate his hips. The cool metal and rough fabric underneath your bare thighs just acting as a mortifying reminder of how under-dressed you already are.
“I know,” Mando whispers to you, his right hand sliding under your shirt and splaying on your back, the new contact making goosebumps erupt on your skin.
Sliding your hands from their spot on his shoulders, you run them down towards his belt, unbuckling it feverishly, your brow pulled low in concentration. Hearing the click of it’s release, you smile triumphantly, a hand reaching under his waistband and wrapping around his cock.
The wheeze that Mando lets out is sinful, a mixture of desperation and relief as you give it an experimental pump, his warm velvety skin soft against your palm. Your smile turns into a smirk, eyes shut tightly and leaning your forehead against his shoulder as his grip turns to iron on your hip, sure to leave bruises in the morning.
“Fuck Ka’ra,” Mando growls, face diving into the crook of your neck, his hot tongue licking a long, slow stripe along your neck, taking your breath away again as you run your hands over him.
Dragging the front band of his pants lower and releasing his cock, you continue to pump your hand, earning soft sighs into your neck with each drag of your hand. Feeling his hot breath on your neck, a soft catch in it each time you drag your palm up and over his tip sends a new wave of arousal through you, your core aching.
Shuffling your hips closer to his, trying to navigate blindly, Mando uses his grip on you to bundle you closer, the hand on your back pushing your chest to meet his, the cool, unyielding beskar a relief on your burning skin.
You give a few long slow pumps, squeezing his head slightly and eliciting a rumbling groan from Mando, reverberating in your chest. Tilting your head back, your eyes pop open and stare at the ceiling of the cockpit, the flashing lights seemingly blending together, creating an artificial starry night for you.
You drag his thick head along your soaked cunt, collecting the slick pooling there before positioning him at your entrance, giving another pump and eliciting a moan from the man in front of you. Mando pushes forward, sinking into you fuly in a fluid movement, attaching his mouth to your neck, stealing your breath out of your chest.
And then, he starts talking.
In all the time you knew Mando, he wasn’t one to express every thought that came across his mind, instead preferring to speak succinctly and simply, the silence comfortable. Now? You don’t think you ever want him to stop.
“Stars you feel good,” Mando whispers into your neck, dragging his lips across your skin, hips starting to rock, a molten feeling spreading out from your core. “So pretty- s’fucking perfect for me,” He pants, placing open-mouthed kisses on your skin, his tongue darting out to taste your sweat-slicked skin.
You practically purr at this, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and rocking in time with his motions, the heavy feeling of being filled to the hilt perfect. Your eyes close again, focusing entirely on the feeling of Mando; his soft lips, warm hands squeezing you close, the freezing metal rubbing against your chest and drag of his cock inside of you all-consuming.
Pulse thundering, you draw your hips down, meeting his lazy thrusts, grinding yourself down against him. From this position, you sink down as far as you can, he brushes against something electric, sending shockwaves through you and making you draw a gasping breath.
“S-Shit Princess-” Mando groans, his grip on you holding tight, his hips picking up speed, crushing you to his chest. “S’good. All mine.” He growls before latching his mouth on your pulse point.
You felt like you were near bursting into flames, entirely consumed by the feeling of Mando surrounding you. You could hear the sound of him fucking you, your soaked cunt squelching with each thrust, a smoldering ember in the pit of your stomach spreading heat along your spine.
“Fuck-fuck baby. Can hear your pussy taking me. Stretching so perfectly. S-So good.” Mando praises you, a high pitched keen leaving your open mouth, eyes screwed shut. “Maker you taste good. S-sweet as sugar. S’pretty when you cum for me.” Mando breathes, hips pushing into yours, the heavy drag of his cock head rubbing against a spot that makes you see stars, a familiar tightening forming in your lower abdomen.
“M-Mando,” You moan, turning your head to find his, eyelids fluttering but staying closed, seeking something and meeting the crown of his head from where he’s stayed hidden in your neck, licking and biting and bruising you.
You feel his head shift, tilting up towards yours, and oh you can feel his breath on your face and you know he’s leaning in and- oh.
Mando’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip immediately, seeking entrance. This was heaven. You mewl into it, his hips picking up their tempo again as he licks inside of your mouth, exploring you and your taste feverishly, seemingly unable to get enough of you. Your mouths slot together perfectly, pushing and pulling, tongues twisting in a frantic dance.
You break the kiss first, your breath gasping from the intensity of it, lips tingling at the sensation. You grab onto him, holding his face close to yours, panting into his open mouth as he continues to thrust up into you, your resolve splintering apart.
“M-Mando I-” You start, cut off by his lips sliding against yours again, stealing your breath away.
“Are you close Ka’ra?” Mando asks, hips snapping up into yours, telltale signs of your impending orgasm starting to barrel down on you.
You whimper and nod, too scattered for words at the moment, trying desperately to hold onto whatever sanity you had left. Your eye clamped shut tight, you hold onto him for dear life, pussy fluttering at the feeling of his lips on yours.
“Can you come for me again pretty girl?” Mando whispers, words of encouragement nearly lost on you. You were nearly babbling at this point, head nodding repeatedly, chasing your climax, grinding down onto Mando.
Moaning into your mouth, Mando shifts his grip on your hip, angling you just so and fucking obliterates your sweet spot, hips slapping up into you. With this new angle, you can feel yourself start to crack, so close to reaching that crest.
“S’good. So sweet. Want you to come all over my fucking cock.” Mando gasps, his own voice sounding wrecked, his mouth returning to its previous place on your neck, sucking love bites into your skin that will mark you for days afterwards.
“Please baby, p-please, come for me-” Mando whispers his encouragement against your skin, mouth working along your jaw towards your lips again. Mouth dropping open again in a long moan, you feel your pussy start to flutter, the white-hot feeling in your core supercharging and completely overtaking everything else.
With one last thrust, you snap, your orgasm washing over you in waves, pussy clenched around Mando’s dick. Your grip tightens on him as he continues his unforgiving pace, hips slapping into you and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your limbs.
You moan raggedly, locking him in a bruising kiss again, the hand on your back pressing you to his chest as tight as possible, entirely pressed against the unforgiving armor in front of you as you ride out the waves of your orgasm.
“Fuck, did you come for me?” Mando spits, hips stuttering for a moment at the thought. “So-so pretty for me. S’sweet. So fucking perfect.” Mando moans, against your jaw, hips meeting yours quickly, his thrusts becoming sloppy, rhythm breaking.
“Maker Ka’ra, fuck I-I’m-” Mando starts to stutter, his head resting on your shoulder, warm breath panting on your chest, eyes drawn to where you two are joined, watching his cock disappear inside of you.
Turning your head, your pulse still thundering, you pant into his ear, “Cum for me Mando. Please. I want it.”
Letting out a long groan and sounding much like a wounded animal, Mando’s grip on your hip slides up your back, both of them now cradling you close while he babbles in your ear, thrusts losing their rhythm entirely.
“Ka’ra- fuck. Y-you’re mine. All mine.” Mando moans into your skin, lips resting on your pulse-point again, and completely fracturing apart. With a few stuttering thrusts, he gasps out his release, whimpering your praises still, rocking his hips up into you slower now, drawing out his own release before stilling inside of you.
The cockpit is stifling, your overheated body sticky with sweat and legs cramping from the position you were in but, you just didn’t have it in you to move, muscles reduced to jelly.
Letting out a long sigh, Mando shifts slightly, slipping out of you with a hiss, a pout on your lips with the loss of him. Broad chest heaving, Mando kisses up your neck, long, slow, languid touches that send tingles across your skin until he reaches your jaw again, seeking out your lips.
Eyes still closed, you’re entirely pliable, a content sigh leaving you when Mando’s lips meet yours again. Instead of the feverish pace from before, Mando takes the time to taste you properly, nose bumping against yours, his tongue swirling in your mouth slowly.
Breaking the kiss, Mando leans back slightly, your eyebrows furrowing as you chase his lips, wanting more. There was no way you’d ever get used to being kissed like that.
Mando chuckles softly at that, one hand coming up and brushing your hair back away from your face, the quiet of the ship a familiar companion to you two.
You smile, leaning your head against his chest and settling in his embrace, still so full of him, more than content to stay here forever.
“Ka’ra?” Mando whispers from above, his voice much smoother without the modulator on. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, a smile in his voice. His hands were rubbing up and down your spine, the contact between his hands and your bare skin heavenly.
You groan and shake your head slightly, burrowing into his chest deeper, hiding from reality for the time being. You just wanted to stay here with Mando, with his helmet off and soft kisses.
“5 more minutes?” You ask, lifting your head and peppering soft kisses along his jawline. You can feel the scruff there, scratching lightly against your face pleasantly, smiling at the knowledge that you know what some part of his face looks like. Placing small kisses along his jaw and travelling down his neck, you feel Mando shiver from under you, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.
“5 more minutes.” Mando agrees, his hold tightening on you once more.
18+ content. This fic refers to the fictional character Javier Peña from Narcos (TV) and is solely a character study.
You knew that it was dumb. And dangerous. And dumb. But you couldn't help being just a little bit jealous of that bitch with her hand on Javier's chest in spite of the agreement you two came to.
Maybe... you could just find your own conquest. That would be fine, right?
Right?
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Warnings: 18+ content only! Unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink (sorta). Let’s just all pretend to be American for the purposes of this fic okay? (I’m not either, dw.)
You promised yourself it wasn’t going to happen again. In fact, you can’t remember how you let it get this far at all. Maybe it was his dumb brown eyes, or his stupid gorgeous arms or his sinfully nice thighs. You had promised yourself, no more Javier. It wasn’t good for you. Either of you.
The first time, you both chalked it up to a drunken escapade; all teeth and scratching and desperation. The second time, you called it de-stressing from a difficult mission. What else would you call a knock on your apartment door after 1:00am? All of the office flirtations, lingering touches and quick fucks after that? ...Harder to explain.
You both knew how risky it was to get attached to someone else, someone that had the same danger follow them home at night and wake them up in the morning. You also knew how truly stupid it was to get attached to a world-class womanizer. The chances of something happening to one of you because of each other were just too high.
It was easier to not get attached. This way it couldn’t make its way back to the Embassy, to your partners and to the cartels, surely spelling disaster for the both of you.
You had agreed this thing between you two was dangerous. So, you called it quits. No more drinks, no more flirting, no more sex. Simple.
Right?
Right? You think to yourself, the acrid taste of rejection sticking in the back of your throat as you watched the reflection of Javi and his newest friend in the mirror hanging behind the bar, teeth gritted.
You knew that Javi made his way around. You heard the rumours floating around the office from jealous agents, sometimes even seeing the dark purple-ish bruises scattered across his skin peeking out from under his shirt collars. You weren’t exactly sure how attempting to take down a world-class narco translated into sleeping his way through the streets of Bogotá, but, he always had up to date info. Besides, it wasn’t your place to judge. Everyone blew off steam differently.
Relaxed, Javi sat with his elbow on the bar, his knees spread wide to allow the leggy, gorgeous, woman standing between them to make herself as close as humanly possible. You watched from afar as Javier murmured something so funny that it earned a tinkling, high laugh, her manicured hand landing on his chest and pushing flirtatiously.
Narrowing your eyes, you watched as Javi took a puff of smoke, the cigarette perched on his lips glowing a bright cherry red as he inhaled slowly, his dark eyes raking over her form. Exhaling, the wisps of smoke curling in the air around her, her long, silky hair swishing behind her, she leaned in just enough to give him a view of her entire rack.
Maybe you needed to find a new bar to frequent.
Safe areas in Bogotá as an American DEA agent were few and far in between, though, you were starting to think you might be better off taking your chances literally anywhere else. Maybe if you were spending your Friday nights away from Javier Peña and every single one of his conquests, you wouldn’t have that same sour look on your face. You wouldn’t have to constantly remind yourself.
You had agreed. It was too dangerous.
Rolling your eyes once again, you feel hot, sticky jealousy start to build, the tar-like ooze wrapping itself around your bones and seeping deep into your blood. You knew it was silly to be jealous when you had agreed to end whatever was going on between the two of you. It just seemed that all rational thought went out the window after watching him pick up a new girl every weekend for the last 5 weeks.
Not that you were counting.
Huffing deeply, you fluff your hair and turn your attention towards the bartender, deciding to forget Javi and his latest lady friend. Giving him a sweet smile, you tap on your empty glass, stretching in your seat slightly, the stress of the day melting away with a crack in your tired joints. With a nod, he grabs your glass and begins making you another.
“You are not from here, are you?” The bartender asks, fixing you with a mischievous smirk as he fixed your drink.
Leaning your elbows on the bartop, you put your chin in your hand, smiling softly at him as he filled the empty glass with ice.
“What gave it away?” You ask, head tilting to the side slightly, your eyes twinkling.
“The clothes. You dress like an American.” He said with a stage-whisper and a wink, placing the cool glass in front of you.
He was cute. Tall and broad, with shiny dark hair and beautiful bronzed skin peeking out from under the white button-up he was wearing, you smiled just a little wider. A strong jawline, sparkling hazel eyes, big hands. You could work with this.
Finally. Something to work with.
“Is it super obvious?” You asked, a smile tugging at your lips, chin heavy in your hands.
The man shrugged, his own smile widening and revealing a thousand-watt-smile. You felt your grin widen in turn, the dimples that sprung up in his cheeks making your tummy flutter.
“I’m just a very experienced guesser.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “I’m Theo.” He introduced himself, resting his weight on his elbows and sticking his hand out to you.
Telling him your name with a giggle, you stick your hand out to shake his, Theo’s large, warm hand enveloped yours, long fingers caressing the back of your hand slowly.
“So, what is a nice american girl doing in Bogotá?” Theo asks, watching you closely. You smile softly, pick up your drink and take a sip, mulling the answer over in your head.
“A little bit of this, a little bit of that,” You shrug noncommittally, finger twirling around the mouth of your glass absentmindedly, the cool condensation gathering on your fingertips.
Leaning in, his face dipping close to yours, Theo pouts slightly, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes at you. “Won’t you tell me?” He asks, voice dropping slightly.
“Hmm, nope.” You think for a moment, tilting your head to the side in your hand. Seeing his frown deepen, you lean in further, lowering your voice conspiratorially. “Does it really matter what I get up to?” You whisper, leaning back in your seat, an innocent smile resting easily on your lips. You could almost see the cogs in his brain turning, Theo’s Adam’s apple bobbing for a moment.
“Alright, forward. I like that.” Theo smiles, a mischievous glint in his green eyes. You watch as his gaze rakes across your form, hazel eyes drinking in your curves appreciatively. You feel a familiar surge of heat, excitement sending electric sparks down your spine.
This could be a very very good night.
Your smile widening, you nibble on your lower lip as you pick up your drink again, taking a sip and appraising him as well over the rim of the glass. Placing the tumbler back on the bar, you reach out and trace the lines of his palm, fingertips cool from the glass. Through your lashes, you can see his heavy gaze squarely on your face, his hand flexing slightly from the combined cold and your light touch. As you open your mouth to ask him a question, someone clears their throat from behind you.
“Embassy called. Time to go.” A familiar voice said behind you, all smoke and gravel.
Annoyed, you roll your eyes and sit up straight in your seat, leaning against the back of the seat lazily.
“I’m sure you’ve got it handled Peña.” You shrug, picking up the glass tumbler again and playing with the straw, watching Theo through your lashes.
“Not quite, Sunshine. Let’s go.” Javi said forcefully, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder to draw your attention to him fully this time.
Frowning, you turn in your seat to see him standing behind you, a matching scowl painted across his face, thick eyebrows drawn low over his eyes. Instead of looking at you though, Javier’s gaze was fixed on Theo in front of you, his mouth set in a dangerously thin line, the corners pulling downwards. You quirk an eyebrow at him, your gaze sweeping over him for a moment. No wonder women throw themselves at him.
God did everything this man owned have to be so tight?
Tall and broad, Javi made an imposing figure when he wanted to. The white button-up he was wearing showed off his thick arms nicely, the hand still against your skin radiating warmth into your skin feeling like little electric shocks. Dark jeans riding low on his hips, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and the slight scruff of facial hair was enough to drive any girl mad.
Sighing heavily, dark eyes flick over to your face, the frown on his face staying stuck. You raise your eyebrow slightly and tilt your head towards Theo, making eye contact for a moment, before his eyes hardened, his own brow cocking at you. You could see his jaw tick in annoyance at your speed, rolling your eyes at him and standing up out of your seat.
Turning back to the bar, you smile apologetically at Theo. “Well, it was nice to meet you Theo.” Reaching in your purse, you dig around for your wallet for a moment before Javi leans past you and slaps a few pesos down on the bartop to pay for your tab.
“Nice to meet you too, Sunshine.” Theo said, standing up and leaning against the back of the bar, his eyes watching the man huffing his impatience behind you.
Turning to leave, you nearly bump into Javi, standing still as a statue, his lip curled in annoyance as he stared down Theo behind the bar. Snorting at the sour look on his face, you squish past his broad frame and weave your way through the mess of tables and groups of people towards the exit.
Stepping outside the door, you breathe deeply at the feeling of the cool night air on your skin, a welcome relief from the crowded bar and mass of people. Falling into place beside you, you could tell without looking over that it was Javi next to you, the smell of his cologne washing over you sweetly, skin breaking out in tiny goosebumps from his proximity.
“Well?” You ask, eyebrow arched at the man beside you. “Are they sending a car or am I calling a cab?” You ask, watching as he lit a cigarette, his cheeks hollowing as he takes a long drag silently beside you, the glowing end lighting up his features.
“Neither. My car is over here.” Javi said, nodding to the right, his hand finding its place on the small of your back, the contact sending out electric sparks against your skin, your bones thrumming with it.
Nodding once, you follow him, allowing him to gently lead you to his car, the raucous sounds of the bar fading quickly into the night. You walked in silence, Javi much more interested in the cigarette dangling from between his lips than you, that same scowl from earlier still etched on his face.
Crossing your arms, you suck your teeth lightly, trying to keep your annoyance at bay. Not only did he interrupt something that could have been really quite good, but he was going to be a whiny brat about it as well. Perfect.
You snort to yourself as you realize that his annoyance most likely stemmed from the fact that his night would be ending with paperwork instead of that woman’s legs over his shoulders.
At least if your plans were ruined, his would be too.
You’d gotten used to the flow of things down here quickly, realizing that respecting office hours was a pipedream that you left behind as soon as you left the States. Instead of being upset when you were called in at ungodly hours, you now found yourself simply resigned to it; if they needed you badly enough to call you in on a Friday night, it was most likely important.
But most Fridays you didn’t have a tall bartender giving you his undivided attention. In fact, you can’t remember the last time anyone gave you their undivided attention, practically falling in your lap. Your sour mood immediately returned, this time with a vengeance.
Dragging your feet as you walked down the street, you looked over at Javi, still seemingly deep in thought, his near-permanent frown etched on his face. From his proximity, you could smell his cologne, the spicy scent mixed with cigarette smoke enveloping you and invading your senses and distracting you. God he’s pretty.
“Are you going to tell me why they called us in? What’s going on?” You ask quietly, clearing your throat to break up the silence. Your own forehead creasing at the stormy expression swirling across Javi’s face, you start to wonder what exactly they’d said to him when they called you in.
Maybe whatever they’d called you in for was bad? Terrible? You knew that if they were calling you in right now it probably wasn’t going to be good, but from the look on Javi’s face, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what they’d told him. Your brows furrow lower in concern, wondering if there was an actual issue besides missing out on a night of fun.
“Oh. They didn’t.” Jav shrugs, tossing the butt of his cigarette into the street, his large warm hand splayed across your lower back still.
“They what?” You ask, a sharp note in your voice as you snap your eyes towards his.
Was this man actually that fucking stupid?
“They didn’t call us in.” Javi repeated, his hand pressing at your back insistently, pushing you towards his car and further away from the hazel-eyed bartender you left behind.
You could feel your eyebrows rise into your hairline before knitting into a genuine scowl, your lip curling in annoyance. Stopping abruptly, you turn to Javi, your arms crossed over your chest in annoyance, venom bubbling in your eyes.
“Javi, what in the sweet holy fuck are we doing out here then?” You ask through your teeth, stepping back out of his grip, his hand falling from your back. “I was in the middle of something.”
Javi snorted, cocking his hip to the side and wiping a hand down his face as his gaze swept over you.
“No, you weren’t. You were going to flirt with him all night and then have the most mediocre sex of your life. I saved you.” Javi chuckled humorlessly to himself, crossing his own thick arms over his chest and standing toe to toe with you.
“Sounds like jealousy to me, Loverboy.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Where did this man get off?
“And if it is?” Javi asked, his head tilting to the side slightly, eyebrows furrowed low over molten brown eyes. Your retort dies on your lips for a moment, your gaze flicking over his face, looking for the taunting expression you were sure would be there. Instead, you were met with sincerity, dark and stormy eyes meeting yours expectantly.
“And how is that fair? From what I hear- from what I’ve seen -you’re currently batting a thousand with Bogotá’s prostitute population. But me flirting crosses the line?” You quip after a moment, heat rising in your cheeks and pulse thumping harder at this, annoyance raising your blood pressure.
“You think I’m wrong?” Javi continued, ignoring your interjection. “Because I think that maybe if you were really lucky, you’d get his belt buckle undone before he creamed his jeans.” His voice lowered, taking a half step towards you.
“Well it doesn’t fucking matter what I think he would do now, seeing as I’m standing out here and talking to your sorry ass instead of actually finding out!” You gripe, taking a small step backwards and shaking your head at him.
“Fuck you Javi, I’m going back.”
Fast as lightning, Javi’s hand shoots out, gripping your bicep tightly and stopping you in your tracks before you could even turn to leave the way you came from.
“Yeah? You think he’d treat you right Cielo?” Javi hummed, head tilting slightly as he looked you over, his gaze resting heavily on your face.
“You think he’d make you feel good?” Closing the distance between you two, Javi takes another step towards you, forcing you backwards against the cool brick building behind you.
Your own gaze wide and uncertain, your eyes flick up and down the street, realizing quickly that you two were the only people out, far enough away from the bars to have a quiet corner of Bogotá to yourselves.
Leaning down close to you, his own face level with yours and close enough that you could count each whisker of his moustache, Javi tuts quietly, eyebrows still furrowed low.
“You think he’d take you home and fuck you until you’d see stars?” Javi hums lowly, head tilting in curiosity.
Breath picking up, your chest heaves at his proximity, the smell of his cologne mixing deliciously with the remnants of cigarette smoke that stuck to his clothing. His hand hadn’t left your arm, the point of contact feeling volcanic, waves of heat flowing over you like magma at the feeling of his skin on yours.
“Jav,” You trail off, eyes flicking between his, your mouth parted in a silent question. “I thought we said-”
“Think he’d make you cum over and over again? All over his tongue? With his fingers stuffed in your tight cunt? Think he’d fuck you well enough that you’d come all over his cock?” He cuts you off, his voice low. “Fuck what we said, sweetheart.”
Face flushing at his words, you can feel that same surge of heat from earlier in the night return full-force, heat blooming in your core and spreading outwards slowly, oozing along your bones like tar.
Uncrossing your own arms, you place your hands on Javi’s chest, running them up over his shoulders and hooking behind his neck, trying to pull him towards you, your gaze resting heavily on his lips.
“Javi,” You whined breathily, leaning forward to try to capture his lips with your own, needing to feel his lips against yours.
Leaning in towards you, Javi’s lips divert past your own at the last minute, his plush lips attaching themselves to your jaw, leaving soft, slow kisses against your skin there. Tilting your head up and exposing your neck, you sigh shakily, tugging him closer towards you, wanting to feel more of him.
Placing his other hand on the side of your waist, Javi pulls you close to him, crushing you to his chest, his lips working their way down the column of your throat, the spit slicked skin he left behind cooled by the night air.
“Baby please,” You huff quietly, trying to seek out his mouth with your own, panting at the soft and sensual kisses that he was marking your skin with, his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh occasionally.
Simply humming in response, Javi’s hand slides from your waist down to your bottom, grabbing handfuls of your ass and kneading it in his grip, pressing you closer to him as his tongue runs a path up to your ear, leaving incredibly soft kisses on the underside of your jaw.
“Javi. Don’t be mean.” You pout, pushing him away from where he was sucking on your neck, trying to draw his lips towards your own, only to be met with a cheeky grin, his dark brown eyes sparkling mischievously.
“You don’t like being teased?” Javi whispers, lips barely ghosting over your own, your pulse thundering in your ears with anticipation. You could feel the heat of arousal washing it’s way over you slightly diverted by annoyance, the teasing leaving you wanting more.
“No. I don’t.” You grumble, fisting your hands in the collar of his shirt, trying your best to pull his face towards yours, chin tilted up to try to bridge the gap between your mouths.
“Hm. But you look so pretty like this.” Javi hummed appreciatively, the hand on your bicep both holding you tight against his chest and keeping you restrained, unable to move the way you want to, annoyance completely breaking your resolve.
“Javi if you don’t give me what I want I’ll go find someone who wants to.” You spit, leaning your head back against the wall behind you, eyebrow cocked at him in defiance, the set of your jaw obviously giving away your annoyance.
A low grumble sounding in his chest, Javi dropped his grip on you completely and took a half-step back. Looking up and down the street and seeing it completely empty, Javi grabbed your hand and tugged you along the sidewalk. His steps determined and nostrils flaring, he pulled you into the mouth of an alleyway, the bright lights of Bogotás nightlife fading.
You stumble along blindly behind him as he leads you farther into the dark, excitement flaring deep and low in your core, his back faintly lit by the streetlights. Coming to an abrupt stop, Javi dropped your hand, grabbing you by your hips and pushed you against the wall again forcefully, immediately attaching his lips to your throat again.
While the kisses and touches were slow and drawn out before, this was all teeth and scratches, a sense of desperation leaking through in his rough caresses. Javi’s lips attached to your neck, sucking a dark mark onto your throat, his large hands gripping you tightly and crushing you between the wall and himself.
Tilting your head back, you gasp, your hands settling on Javi’s broad shoulders, entirely focused on the feeling of his tongue against your pulse. Shifting focus from marking up your neck, Javi’s lips travel upwards over your jaw and stop just beside your lips.
“You’re such a fucking brat. So goddamn impatient, can’t even wait for five minutes while I try to be nice.” He growled, leaning forward and finally capturing your lips with his own.
Sighing into the kiss, your eyes close entirely, fingers bunching in his shirt, the fabric soft under your touch. Moving your lips against his desperately, you pull him closer towards you, your heartbeat thundering out of control.
His tongue pushing at your bottom lip demandingly, you open up to him, allowing him to explore your mouth, the sharp taste of whiskey and smoke on his tongue making your knees wobble. Moving against your own mouth ferociously, Javi’s lips sent electric shocks across your skin, pleasure settling low and heavy in your core.
Rubbing your legs together uselessly, you try to buck your hips forward to gain some friction, the complete lack of attention to your body leaving you buzzing and wanting with arousal. Breaking the kiss, Javi simply hummed in return, his grip on your hips constricting and cementing you in place.
“So fucking impatient.” Javi repeated, his lips close enough to your own to skim across them lightly, a quiet and controlled annoyance in his tone. “You ever gonna be good for me Sunshine?”
The ends of your mouth quirk up at this, sensing a challenge. “You gonna make me?” You asked, a cheeky grin pulling at your lips. Leaning forward to capture his lips with your own again, you try to pull him closer towards you, desperate to feel the weight of him against your chest.
Pulling away from you slightly, Javi studied your expression for a moment, his brows furrowed low over his eyes, plush, swollen lips parted slightly. Running his thumbs along your sides, he chuckled darkly, fixing you in place with the stormy look on his face.
“Wrong answer.”
Pulling downwards on your hips, Javi’s tight grip slowly starts to lower you to the rough ground beneath you, your mouth going completely dry for a moment, realizing exactly what he was implying. You could feel your eyebrows shoot into your hairline, surprised eyes meeting with Javi’s as his gaze raked over you, settling on your knees in the darkened alleway.
“Jav-” You murmured, wide eyes flicking towards the opening of the alley before returning to his, that same darkened expression on his face making your protests die on your tongue.
Kneeling in front of him like this, you realize just how big he is, towering over you at his full height, a large warm hand running over your cheek and tilting your face up towards his, meeting his unimpressed expression.
“Something wrong, pretty?” Javier murmured, voice low and gravelly, one hand carding through your hair, the other resting heavily on his belt buckle. Spluttering for a second, you pause, staring up at him from where you were knelt, the cool brick behind your back heightening the nervous flutters in your stomach.
Eyes flicking back to the mouth of the alleyway, you feel a zip of excitement race straight to your core, skin prickling with the impropriety of the situation, the thrill of potentially getting caught making goosebumps break out on your skin. Here? Licking your lips slightly, your gaze shifts back to meet his, the intensity in his eyes nearly knocking you over.
“No. Nothing’s wrong.” You whisper, voice already hoarse with... fear of getting caught? Arousal?
The nerves that fluttered in your tummy made their way upwards and caught in your throat, making you swallow thickly a few times. Placing your hands tentatively on his hips as his hand leaves your cheek, you watch as he unlatches his belt buckle and unzips his jeans. Reaching up with your free hand, you place a heavy hand on the obvious tent in the denim, hearing his breath catch from above you.
You shuffled slightly closer to him as he adjusted himself, rucking the denim and underwear down to pull his dick out, already rock hard and ready for you, the tip shiny. Thick and long, you slide your hand up immediately, taking him into your hand and give a few long and slow strokes, his warm skin yielding under your touch, revelling in the short puffs of air that he let out.
Sitting up on your haunches, you tilt your head up towards him, running the tip of your tongue lightly along the underside of the head of his cock, rubbing at a sensitive spot. Moving your hand up and down his length slowly, you watch the muscles in his jaw contract, his breath already heavy, small puffs of air coming out of his nose.
“Hm. You taste so good baby.” You whisper against his flesh, licking and kissing the head of his cock, your own body feeling like you were overheating already, each small grunt he made sending a fresh wave of wetness towards your core. Snarling at that, Javi immediately kick-started his movements, taking control of the moment again after his brief pause.
“Open.” Javi growled, hand finding a hold in your hair, pulling your face towards his pelvis. His cock brushing against your lips, precum already beading on his head, you open your mouth, letting Javi slide into your mouth with a low groan.
Taking the head of him into your mouth, you swirl your tongue around him repeatedly, lavishing the underside with attention, your hands and mouth working in tandem, sliding your saliva down the length of him and creating a wet, sloppy mess.
“Look so good like that baby. Fucking perfect sucking my cock like that.” Javi grumbled from above you, leaning on his forearm on the wall behind you as he watched you slick him entirely, drool starting to pool at the corners of your mouth.
Drawing back off of him, you look up, meeting his gaze through your lashes, running your hand over the head of his cock and smirking when you see his eyes flutter at the action. Doing it again, you lave the base of his cock with attention, tongue running over the thick base and down toward his balls, feeling his grip tighten in your hair when your wet tongue runs along the sensitive skin.
“So sweet baby.” Javi murmured, voice low and gravelly as he drew your mouth back upwards, pushing his cock back in your mouth and starting to thrust shallowly. “You gonna be nice now?”
Nodding as best you can, you tilt your head back and close your eyes, resting the weight of your head in Javi’s hand completely, letting him move you up and down his dick as he pleased. Letting out a shaky breath, Javi thrust a little deeper, the blunt head of his cock reaching the back of your throat with ease, drool already starting to pool on your lips and dribble down your chin.
“Beautiful.” Javi breathed, his thrusts into your warm, wet mouth gaining power as you swirl your tongue along the underside of his cock, favouring the thick vein that ran along it.
Pulling you off of him, you breathe deeply, hand returning to stroking his cock, completely slick with your spit, meeting his dark eyes from where you were kneeling, tongue darting out to taste him as you watched his eyebrows furrow low, kiss-swollen lips open in a pant.
“So fucking pretty like this baby. Look so good on your knees, drooling around my fucking cock.” He growled before plunging back in your mouth, thrusting earnestly this time, hand at the back of your head holding you in place as his hips pushed into you repeatedly, his breaths coming out in short, sharp little pants.
“F-fuck. Dirty girl letting me- fuck, letting me fuck your mouth like this.” Javi grit out, dazed eyes watching as you stretched your mouth wide, taking him deep, your own eyes sliding shut again, entirely focused on taking him as deep as you could. “Bet you like the idea of someone seeing you like this, don’t you sweetheart? Like the idea of someone seeing you on your knees for me?”
Preening at the praise, you place your hands back on his hips, pulling him towards you, his cock slipping deeper in your throat, your nose nearly pressed against the short downy curls. Shifting in your position, you could feel how wet you were, your own arousal making your thighs rub together fruitlessly, trying to relieve some of the building tension.
“G-God. Fuck baby.” Javi growled, watching you shuffle uselessly. “Can I fuck you here? Please?”
Your eyes popping open, you made eye contact with him, his dark brown pupils blown wide as he watched you try to nod. Practically ripping his cock out of your mouth with a wheeze, Javi stood up straight, eyes flicking to the mouth of the alleyway again before pulling you up by your elbow so you stood face to face again.
Pushing you back into the wall behind you, Javi’s hands frame your face, his lips descending on yours desperately, tongues tangling together, the taste of him flooding your senses entirely. Nipping at your bottom lip, you open up for him further, pressing yourself against him, desperate for any attention from him, your neglected cunt clenching at the idea of taking his cock in your mouth again.
“Javi,” You breathe when he pulls away, your voice scratchy and full of air, your own eyes heavy with arousal, lips swollen and chest heaving. Growling again and grabbing your arm, Javi turned you on your heel, pushing you up against the brick wall, the cool brick making your nipples pebble under your shirt.
Placing your hands against the cool stone in front of you, you turn your head to the side, seeing Javi pump his cock slowly out of your peripheral vision in the dim lights of the streetlamp. Whining quietly, you push your ass out towards him, seeking friction, seeking anything that would be considered relief, the tight jeans you chose to wear to the bar now seeming like a terrible inconvenience.
“I’ve got you baby.” Javi murmured, crowding you against the wall in front of you, both of his hands making quick work of your jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping the waistband down from around your waist and over your bottom. Letting out a shaky breath, you leaned your head against the stone in front of you, eyes closing as you pushed your ass out further towards Javi again in anticipation.
A hard, resounding smack landed on your ass-cheek, the spot flaring red-hot from the impact, you letting out a surprised yelp at the unexpected contact, your eyes flying open. Looking over your shoulder at him, you see the shit-eating grin on his face, his hand still stroking his dick as he watched you shudder under his touch.
“Still so fucking impatient Doll.” Javi growled before stepping forward, one hand finding its place above your head on the brick, caging you in between him and the wall. Opening your mouth to let an insult fly, any complaints you had died on your tongue as soon as you feel the blunt head of his cock glide along your soaked cunt, collecting the wetness that was pooling there.
Tilting his hips slightly, you feel the delicious burn of being stretched over his cock, the thick head breaking you open slowly as your mouth drops open, a silent wheeze of pleasure leaving you. Giving you no time to adjust, Javi pushes into you entirely, filling you to the hilt and pressing your hips against the brick wall in front of you, pinning you in place and filling you entirely.
Eyelids fluttering, mouth still slack from the familiar intrusion, Javi places his hand on your hip and begins to rock into you, each inch of his length rubbing against your sensitive walls making your fingers curl.
“Such a good girl for me. Fucking perfect like this.” Javi breathed into your neck, hips rolling into yours at a quick and steady pace, the feeling of him inside of you making your breath catch.
“Jav,” You whined, pushing back into him, meeting his thrusts with your chest pressed against the brick wall in front of you, crushed between the building and Javi’s large frame, the realization of your surroundings causing a new wave of arousal to rock through you, settling low in your core.
“Oh I know, I know.” Javi cooed at you, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. He leaves open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder, tongue darting out to taste your sweat slicked skin.
Nodding, eyes closed and head pressed against the wall in front of you, you kept your focus on staying steady on your feet as Javi repeatedly drove into you, the drag of his cock inside you making your mouth go dry with each deep thrust.
“Fucking perfect.” Javi repeated, hips meeting yours in hard thrusts, your pussy wet enough for you to hear the squelch of his dick disappearing inside of you, every single feeling heightened by the chances of being caught like this, impaled on Javi’s dick in a dark alley.
Feeling your pussy flutter at his words, you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, your heavy gaze watching him through your eyelashes. Staring down at where he was repeatedly disappearing into you, Javi’s nostrils were flared, his quick intakes of breath the only other sound in the alleyway besides the rhythmic clap of his hips into yours.
“Baby,” You mewled, watching him as his brown eyes flicked back up over your face, pupils blown wide with arousal. Leaning forward, Javi’s lips attached themselves to your neck, just below your ear, his tongue hot and wet against your sweat slicked skin. Eyes rolling back at this feeling, you moan low, pussy clenching around him when he gives a nip to a particularly sensitive spot below your ear.
“Sunshine,” Javi breathed into your neck, tilting his forehead down against your shoulder, hands on your hips tightening as he refocused on your soaked core repeatedly stretching for him. “I’m going to wreck you.”
Re-adjusting slightly, angling his hips just so, Javi’s thrusts took on a new intensity, reaching a spot inside you that made your vision spotty around the edges and fingertips curl inadvertently.
Taking in a ragged gasp, your eyes popped open again, hands flattening against the wall in front of you, trying to ground yourself from the tightening in your core, this new angle hitting your g-spot repeatedly and taking your breath away with each drag of his cock against your sweet spot.
“Right there baby?” Javi asked, head tilting back up towards yours, attaching to your neck again. Sobbing an incoherent yes in return, Javi growled, his grip nearly bruising before his hips picked up speed, hammering into you and making your eyes roll back in your head.
You could feel the build of your orgasm barreling down on you without mercy, pushed higher every second from the noises that Javi was making, low guttural grunts in your ear as he repeatedly drove into you, whispering praises to you under his breath as his hips slammed against yours, caution entirely thrown to the wind at this point.
“Fuck, Baby, ‘M close. Are you close? Can you come for me?” Javi groaned in your ear, the rhythm of his hips faltering slightly as you tensed further, muscles coiling in anticipation and nodding desperately, your eyes shut tight and mouth hanging open in a silent moan.
“Come on, baby. Let go.” Javi commands, his bassy voice rumbling in your chest finally pushing you over the edge.
White-hot pleasure ripping through you, you let out a low moan as you reach your climax, your fingers and toes curling at the intensity. Your senses were entirely assaulted by Javi, the taste of him on your tongue, his grip bruising your hips, and the hot breath against your neck whispering your praises as you rode through your climax, hips still canting into yours. Leaning your head against the brick wall, you push your ass out further, pussy clenching in time with the waves of your orgasm.
“So fucking beautiful for me.” Javi groaned lowly, his hips still pistoning into yours quickly growing sloppy and out of rhythm, his grip on you growing desperate, pulling you as close to him as possible.
Turning your face towards him again, you watch as he pants heavily, his cheeks ruddy and dark eyes sparkling as he stares down at you, eyes focused on where you two were joined, mouth falling open in a quiet groan as his own climax started to build.
“Javi,” You whispered, voice hoarse and eyelashes fluttering at him, watching as he turned his attention on your face, the fucked out look on his face making your pussy clench. “Want you to come in my mouth.” You whispered.
Ripping himself out of you with a near growl, you spun back to face Javi, your own chest still heaving and cunt clenching at the loss of the weight of him. Lowering yourself to the ground quickly, you looked up and stared at him as he gripped himself tightly, stroking his cock quickly, filthy words stumbling out of his mouth on their rush to get out.
“Open your fucking mouth, open up for me-” Javi nearly wheezed, his low baritone full of air, a note of desperation in his tone. Opening up your mouth diligently, you immediately took him in your mouth as far as you could, eyes nearly rolling back into your skull from the filthy words he was whispering above you.
“F-Fuck yes Baby, God-” Javi whispers, leaning his weight against the brick wall behind you, his other hand coming down to hold your jaw still, his hips pushing up and into your mouth eagerly a few more times before spilling into your mouth, his hips slowing with a stutter as Javi comes in your waiting mouth.
Swallowing the salty taste of his release on your tongue, you continue to run your tongue along his cock, favouring his head with attention as he lets out a shaky moan from above you. You continue to lave him with attention, your mouth working him through the aftershocks of his orgasm until he pulls himself out of your mouth with a lewd pop, a shaky sigh leaving him quickly.
“Jesus christ.” Javi breathed, reaching down and offering you a hand up again, dragging you up into a standing position, your own legs feeling wobbly underneath you. Leaning his head against your shoulder, Javi tucked himself back into his jeans before reaching over and pulling your own jeans up over the curve of your bottom, resettling your clothing.
Sliding his hands up your sides to your waist, your own breath catches at the soft, warm kiss that Javi leaves along your skin, each point of contact molten hot. Your heartbeat still thundering, you close your eyes and lean your head against the brick wall behind you, a deep sigh leaving you at the cool contact against your overheated skin.
“Still want to go back to that bar?” Javi whispered against your skin, your own hands entwining around his neck, fingers playing with the short little hairs at the base of his neck.
Shaking your head, you close your eyes and melt into him, his broad chest and sweat-slicked skin feeling more and more welcoming with each passing second, your own body feeling closer to dead weight.
“My place then?” Javi whispered under your ear, lips barely grazing the sensitive skin there, his large, warm hands pulling you closer to him, allowing you to melt into him further, the cool night air a relief on your burning skin.
“Your place.” You sighed, an easy smile stretching across your face as you felt him start to tug you away, more than happy to leave the bar, your agreement and the alleyway behind.
18+ content. This fic refers to the fictional character Javier Peña from Narcos (TV) and is solely a character study.
You needed to blow off some steam. Something quick, easy, and fun. Unfortunately, Steve took the quick part a little too literally.
What had Javi called it? Just two friends spending time together.
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Warnings: 18+ content only! Unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk(ish), rough sex. Steve Murphy was done so so so dirty, sweetie I’m so sorry.
You needed to blow off some steam.
You’d needed to for weeks in fact, with the near constant sleep-deprivation, the mountains of paperwork and the fucking stress of this job, you felt like you were gonna snap under the pressure. You just needed one good night, free from reality for an evening.
So, when Steve stopped by your desk on his way out of the office, a twinkle in his eye, asking if you’d want to go out and get a drink with him, you had agreed. One drink had turned to two, which then turned to three, which… sort of got lost along the way somewhere. No harm in that. Right?
You just wanted to let go.
“Does that feel good baby?” He panted into your neck, his breath warm-too warm- against your skin, his weight nearly crushing you underneath him.
You screwed your eyes up tight, trying to focus solely on the unhurried movement of his hips, your hands placed rather clinically on his shoulders. You could feel the fuzzy edges of pleasure just out of reach, drawing your entire attention to grasp it and finally find your release.
“Mhm,” You murmured, eyebrows drawn low, head tilting upwards to try to distance yourself even slightly from his mouth, his bruising kisses leaving rather wet marks across your skin.
Drawing his hips back slowly, the drag of his dick inside of you moreso a feeling you were aware of rather than something pleasurable, Steve props himself up on his elbows, reaching down with a large sweaty hand and kneading your breast roughly, his grip bruising and pinching.
At this, your mouth screws into a frown, still entirely too concentrated on that elusive feeling of pleasure, rolling your shoulders slightly and accidentally pushing your chest into his hands further. At this, Steve groans from above you, his hand kneading your breast with more force, hips knocking into yours a bit faster.
“Fuck baby,” Steve moans, his hand leaving your breast and drawing a heavy, dry path down your stomach towards your clit. Your eyes popped open at this, your hand leaving his shoulder and meeting his on your abdomen, drawing his hand back up towards your breast, squeezing his hand around it again. Nonono. No.
Meeting your eyes, his brows low in partial confusion, you draw your own hand down your torso, his eyes following its path as your fingers gently find your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing small circles yourself, drawing the first true sparks of pleasure from this evening.
His eyes drawn to where you were connected, his hips picked up in pace, groaning louder as he watched you play with your own clit.
“God that is so sexy,” Steve says aloud, the sound jarring against the mostly silent room. His hips pick up speed, eyes stuck to where you were joined, breath picking up in intensity.
Sliding your eyes shut again, your fingers picked up their speed on your bundle of nerves, arousal starting to overtake you, the feeling of Steve inside of you heightening the pleasure you were creating for yourself.
You let out a shaky breath, mouth opening into a soft ‘o’, your features smoothing over for the first time as you start to feel a building sensation- before Steve smashes his lips onto yours, his teeth clinking against yours with the force of it. Your mouth falls open a bit more in surprise, the motion of your fingers stopping on your clit as you try to reorient yourself.
Taking your opened lips as an invitation, Steve’s tongue slides into your mouth, hot and heavy and completely overtaking yours, licking at your opened mouth. Breaking away from the suffocating kiss, you mouth your way down his jaw towards his neck, kissing and biting there, a reprieve from the force of his lips. The speed of his breath picks up as you attach yourself to his pulse-point, hips knocking into yours, the weight of the silence in the room deafening.
Moaning louder at this, Steve’s hips give a few haphazard thrusts before his full weight falls on top of you, crushing you into the bed underneath you and grunting as he spills into the condom, your own pleasure entirely forgotten.
A bit stunned, you let go of his shoulder, giving him a chaste kiss on the side of the neck as he slides out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. Your own breath much calmer compared to his, you exaggerate it slightly, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he throws an arm over his face, blowing out a long sigh.
The silence overtakes you both for a moment before Steve turns his face towards you, kissing your shoulder softly.
“Was that okay?” Steve asks, blue eyes sweeping across your form, his sweaty brow creased low.
“Yeah,” You reply, your tongue sticking in your own mouth.
“Yeah, that was good.”
*****
Grumbling as you mounted the steps before you and shielding your burning eyes against the bright sunshine, you trudged into the Embassy early the next morning. After your… escapade the night before, you were more than hopeful that coming in a few hours early would keep you from having to interact with Steve much today. You just weren’t sure you’d be able to look him in the eyes.
You had barely slept when you’d returned to your apartment last night, twisting and turning in your sheets for the majority of the night instead, worried what tomorrow would hold after that disaster. This, coupled with the drinks you’d downed earlier, made for a rougher start to your day than you’d like.
Clearing security, you walked quickly down the silent corridors, grip constricting on the files in your hands as you passed through the offices, empty rooms greeting you silently. You could feel relief wash over you at this, realizing that there was no way Steve would have made it into the office this early. If you were feeling the after-effects of last night, you couldn’t even imagine what sort of shape he’d be in this morning.
Rolling your shoulders, trying to relieve some of the tension you were carrying, you walked closer to Steve and Javier’s joint office, your nerves making your movements a bit jumpier than normal. Pointedly looking forwards in an attempt to keep from accidentally making eye contact in case he somehow dragged himself out of bed this morning, you sped up a little bit, heels clicking on the vinyl tiles.
Taking a deep breath, you tilt your face down to the documents in your grasp, pretending to leaf through them as you pass by their door, trying to look as busy as possible. You’re certain you hear someone call your name, but you continue your charade, pretending to be deep in thought over the files in front of you in an attempt to save yourself the embarrassment of meeting Steve in the hallway.
Reaching your office, you drop the papers you were carrying on your overcrowded desk, pulling your chair out and slumping into it immediately. Huffing a heavy sigh, you place your head on your desk, the cool surface a relief against your skin, quelling the headache that was steadily mounting behind your eyes.
Reaching up with both hands, you massage your temples lightly, eyes squeezed shut tight. You just needed to get through today. That’s it.
“Hey,” A voice called from behind you, making you sit up straight and spin around, your pulse spiking. The quick spin pushes you off-kilter for a moment, one of your hands flying out to your desk to balance yourself, looking at the man leaning in your doorway.
“I called you earlier but you seemed pretty engrossed in whatever you were reading.” Peña said, his arms crossed over his broad chest, one of his dark brows quirked slightly. Letting out a shaky breath and nodding slowly, you turn around to the desk behind you, trying to find the file you were sorting through earlier to no avail.
“Peña, you scared me.” You sigh, relaxing back into your chair. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, it was um-important,” You mutter, sorting through the scattered papers across your desk.
“Rough morning? Or a late night?” Javi asks, the jovial tone in his voice making you pause your movements. You turn your head to peak at him, seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes and the all-too-innocent head tilt and heave a heavy sigh.
Turning back to him fully, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, cheeks already burning.
“Both. I take it Steve told you already?” You asked deadpan, eyeing him warily. The steady thumping of your headache only worsening, you groaned when Javier cracks an impish smirk, head leaning against the doorway, his large frame entirely at ease.
“He might have mentioned something before you two took off yesterday.” Javier says, entering your office further as you turn and put your head back on your desk, closing your eyes again. The black that greets you is a welcome relief from the too-bright fluorescents, simply grunting when he plops into a chair across from yours.
“I’ve been telling him he needs to get out and get laid for awhile now. Glad you could help him relieve some of his stress.” Peña chuckled, settling into a free chair beside you. “You’ve been wound too tight lately too, maybe this’ll make you both nicer.”
“Fat chance.” You grumbled under your breath, lifting your head from the desk in front of you and turning to your desk drawers, the hot fingers of your headache wrapping around your brain making it hard to focus. Rooting around disorganized papers, pens, and random junk, you searched for the bottle of painkillers you normally kept just in case.
“Are you telling me you’re always this uptight?” Javi joked from beside you, hands casually clasped behind his head, his frame entirely relaxed. You stopped your search for a moment, turning and giving him a pointed look, entirely uninterested in his antics this early in the morning.
“No. I’m not always this uptight.” You sigh, slumping back in your seat again. “I’m just stressed and hungover and tired because I slept like shit, not to mention-” You start, listing off your problems one by one on your fingers.
“Ah, I thought I heard you enter your apartment last night rather late. Didn’t peg you for the type to fuck someone and disappear.” He mused from beside you, eyes stuck to your slumped form. You really did look rough today, with deep, dark circles under your eyes and a shuffle in your normally purposeful step.
“I’m not.” You frown, turning your attention back to your desk drawers, digging in the back of the cabinet for a moment, stretching your arm as far as you could.
“I couldn’t chance him wanting to go for a second round.” You grumbled under your breath into the mess of files, fingers finally grasping the small white bottle, you smile victoriously and pull it out, popping the cap off and shaking a few pills out on your hand.
Tossing the pills in your mouth and swallowing them quickly, a steady sigh leaving you at the promise of relief. The pounding in your skull was nearly unbearable at this point, your hands coming up to rub at your temples again, hoping to alleviate any of the pressure you felt.
Javi snorted in surprise beside you, sitting up straight in his chair now, his entire attention on you. Replacing the mischievous look from earlier was a near dangerous glint of joy in his eyes, lips already curled into a shit-eating grin.
“Come again?” Peña asked, leaning towards you.
“Nothing. I said nothing.” You quip quickly, eyes wide and flicking between him and the door. The sharp sting of embarrassment sliding up your spine, you know you fucked up with that comment. There was no way he would let that one go. How long would it take before more agents started showing up? You turned your eyes back towards the papers scattered across your desk, trying to ignore the burn in your cheeks.
“Oh Cariño.”
“Cut it out Javi. Now. I’m not in the mood for this.”
“Is that what you told Steve last night?”
At this, you whipped your head to stare at him again, attempting to light him on fire with your gaze alone. Instead, you were met with sparkly deep brown eyes, Peña looking like a fat kid in a candy shop. You point your finger towards him threateningly, opening your mouth to hit him with something before he cut you off.
“Just- before you yell at me over that one, did he… you know?” Javier asked conspiratorially, his elbows rested on his knees, wiggling thick eyebrows at you.
“I’m not telling you shit-fuck-all.” You snap, arms crossing over your chest again, face absolutely on fire.
“Oh Cariño,” He laughed, a look of pure, unadulterated joy on his face. “I’m gonna go ahead and take that as a no. Murphy never seemed like much of a giver to me anyways.” He chuckled, stage-whispering the end.
“Oh, and you are?” You griped back at him, the sarcastic sneer on your face immediately dropping when his smile turned from joyful to.. something else.
“You don’t know the half of it, Cariño.” Javi murmured, a truly devilish smirk painting his face, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Peña, get the fuck out of my office.” You spat at him, turning back to the papers on your desk, pretending to read them over as embarrassment burned you alive from the inside out. This conversation with Javier somehow only seemed to make your headache worse, your face screwing into a deep frown.
Still smirking, he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants, you listened as he wandered out of your office, chuckling lowly the entire way out.
Letting out a heavy sigh, you put your head back down on your desk once again, just wishing for this day to be over.
*****
Unsurprisingly, the rest of your day did not get better. Mountains of files to sort through, equipment breaking down, and Javier fucking Peña stopping by to poke and prod at you every five seconds. It’s a good thing the painkillers kicked in, seeing as you now had a new sort of headache to deal with.
*****
“Messina asked for a file. I was gonna let Murphy come get it but I wanted to avoid any office canoodling. Heard that looks pretty nasty on your record.” Javi mused, a cigarette hanging out of his lips as he shuffled through the files stacked on your desk.
“Leave me alone Javi.” You grumbled, eyes sliding back over to the document in front of you.
“Is that what you said to Steve?”
Snapping your head towards where he was engrossed in the papers in front of him, you suck your teeth, trying to reign in your temper. For a good agent, he was an incredible pain in the ass. Balling your fists tight, fingers constricting around the pencil clutched in your hand, you feared the wood splintering under your iron grip.
“Aren’t you busy? Don’t you have cartels to bust? And cocaine to seize? And terrorists to stop?” You ask through your teeth, watching as he continues to toss documents around your tiny office haphazardly.
“Nope,” He said, popping the ‘p’. “Looks like every bad guy in Colombia took the day off.” He said, stacking the few documents he wanted, gathering them up in his hands. Winking at you, Javi strolled out of your cramped office, a confident sway in his hips and whistling a light little tune.
Maybe, if you really tried, you could launch your pencil at his head hard enough it would kill him.
*****
The next time you heard him approach, you didn’t even wait for him to speak first.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”
“I can already tell I don’t want to hear it.”
“What if it’s important?”
“...Is it?”
“No.”
“Perfect. Get the fuck out.”
Javi just snickered as he walked back down the hallway.
*****
“Cariño?”
“What do you want?” You asked wearily, watching him out of the corner of your eye.
“Can’t I just swing by to chat?”
“You know what? I take it back. I don’t care.”
There was a momentary pause at that, Javi looking like he was going to dissolve into a fit of giggles, you, gritting your teeth hard enough at whatever stupid bullshit was going to come out of his mouth you feared they would crack.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to come for lunch with Murphy and I?” He asked, schooling his expression into something close to professional, his brows low over his eyes, before his mouth quirks up just enough to make you hate the man’s guts.
“Peña, I will castrate you so fucking fast you're not even gonna have the chance to say goodbye to your balls." You snapped.
“Hmm. Into freakier stuff than I imagined.”
Though you tried your best, the pencil only glanced off of his shoulder as he ducked and ran through your door, evading your poor murder attempt with a cackle.
*****
Because your little office was pushed out of the way of regular foot-traffic for the building, you could just tell the heavy set of footsteps coming down the hall were on their way to you. At this point, you weren’t sure if it would be worse if Murphy or Peña walked through that door.
Heaving a deep breath, your headache starting to burn at the base of your skull once again, you put your fingers over your eyes and wait for the inevitable.
“Cariño,” A low, smooth voice beckons to you from over your shoulder.
“I have stuff to do Peña, can you just get your jab out of the way so I can keep working?” You sighed, not looking behind you as the steps come to a stop a few feet away from you.
Squinting at the document in front of you, you tried to conjure up some understanding of the jumbled information on the page, hoping it would help you somehow. With each blink, the ink on the page just swam further, your tired eyes burning. What time was it?
“You think so lowly of me baby.” Javi murmured, taking the few steps towards your desk and leaning against it, his thigh nearly brushing your arm with his closeness. Shaking your head slightly, you continue to try to read the papers in your hands, hoping that by ignoring him it would make him leave.
Plucking the file out of your hands, he flipped it around and began reading it himself, eyebrows furrowed low over his eyes as he scanned the document quickly, landing on the same section you’d been staring at for half an hour.
“This thing is unreadable.” Javi scoffed, tossing it in front of you again, your weary gaze on him as he folded his arms again.
“I know.” You replied dryly, leaning forward to pick it up again, only a few words per line legible as the rest of the information was blacked out.
“So what’s the point?”
“Honestly? Not too sure.” You reply, flipping to another near identical document. “Could say the same thing about you being here though.” You grumbled, trying your best to decipher this one instead. Maybe you couldn’t do fresh eyes today, but you could still try your best.
“Shit you are grumpy today.” Javi chuckled from beside you, “We’re going to have to find another way for you to get rid of some of your stress. Obviously Steve didn’t offer any relief.” Peña mused, leaning back on his hands, his gaze heavy on your face.
“You’re a saint.” You reply sarcastically, much more focused on your work than the man sitting next to you.
“Have you tried yoga yet? Hmm. Let’s see-plant keeping, a vibrator, crossword puzzles, mild to moderate alcoholism? A prostitute? Cocaine maybe?” Javi listed off on his fingers, gaze pointed towards the ceiling, his mind lost in thought.
Rolling your eyes at the last couple, you make a few questionable marks on the papers in front of you, turning to another stack beside you and beginning to dig through the mountains of paperwork. Didn’t you just see something that would help with this?
“I’ve tried most of those, thank you very much Javi. Don’t you have something else to do?” You asked, eyebrow arching at him as he continued to relax on your desk.
“Or maybe you just need someone else for you to blow off steam with.” He continued, ignoring your interjections.
“Because I have so much free time to hunt down potential suitors.” You reply, shaking your head at this, looking over at Peña, finally breaking your concentration on the documents in front of you.
“You don’t need a suitor you grandma.” Javier snorts, leaning back on his hands, his thoughtful gaze now landing on your face and studying you for a moment. “You just need a quick fuck. And a good one at that. Okay well maybe not quick, sounds like Murphy had that covered-” He cut himself off with a chuckle at the glare you threw his way, eyes ablaze.
“I’m not sleeping with a prostitute.” You sighed immediately. What was the point of this conversation? When would this day end?
“I’m not suggesting that.” Javier trailed off rather ambiguously, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a cigarette, placing it in his lips and lighting it, watching you expectantly.
“What are you suggesting then?” You asked, a half-exasperated chuckle escaping you. Your eyebrows furrowing for a moment before- oh. Oh no.
“Oh my god.”
“It doesn’t have to be weird. It could just be two friends spending time together.” He shrugged again, taking a long drag of his cigarette, head tilting slightly as he watched the gears turn in your sleep-deprived brain.
“Oh my god.” You repeat, with what could only be called a bewildered expression on your face. “You’re offering to pity fuck me.”
“No. No.” Javi responds immediately, sitting up straighter and turning towards you fully. “I’m offering a mutually beneficial deal.” His renewed focus on you putting you on edge, almost wishing he was still thinking about your sex life abstractly instead of you.
“Yes you are.” You refute, leaning farther back into your chair to get a good look at the man in front of you.
“Do you think that I’m desperate enough that you have to whore yourself out to keep me functioning like a human being? What, is your dick made of gold?” You hissed, half-whispering for fear of literally anyone overhearing this trainwreck of a conversation.
You could feel your face on fire, your headache slamming back into you full-force now. Why the hell were you embarrassed? Javi was the one that was offering himself up to you on a silver fucking platter, and yet you found yourself unable to properly meet his intense gaze.
“I’m just offering some relief.” He shrugged, reiterating his earlier words. Your brows furrowed in bewilderment, entirely focused on the cigarette clamped between his teeth that was dangerously close to teetering out of his mouth.
“Think about it Cariño.” Javi chuckled, taking another draw off his cigarette, the butt pinched between his fingers as he leaned over to give you a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek, his lips cool against your burning skin.
An unexpected shiver worked it’s way down your spine as you watched Javi stand up and wander out of your office, whistling that same tune as earlier in the day.
What the fuck was that?
*****
Think about it, you did.
In fact, for the rest of your shift, stuck in your cramped office, surrounded by mountains of paperwork, you thought about it.
Because surely he was joking. Right?
Right?
You knew Javi made his way around, occasionally witness to the parade of women that left his apartment after a late night, and that he was most likely on a first-name basis with the majority of the prostitutes in Bogotá. Normally, guys like that made you nauseous, viewing women as notches on their bedposts rather than human beings.
But you’d never felt that way about Javi. In fact, you found you actually sort of understood it.
It was a dangerous life to lead, working as a DEA agent in the capital of Colombia under the rule of one of the richest Narcos of all time. Yes, he still used women as he pleased, but instead of this idea disgusting you, you found yourself understanding it. No attachments, no pain.
Besides, if he spent most of his free time chasing tail, he’d be more than okay in bed. A wave of heat rolled through you at the thought, settling deep in your core. With more than a little experience, he’d know exactly what to do to get your pulse racing.
You could feel yourself clench involuntarily at the thought, more than a little distracted by the idea of what he’d be able to do with his hands and his mouth- reminding you of your severe lack of release from last night.
So, you found yourself thinking about his proposition for the rest of the day, a lingering heat in your core distracting you from your work, and even following you home. You were so distracted by it that you almost ran into Steve in the hallway, ducking into an empty office at the last moment before you collided.
Hi Steve, last night was terrible! I will not be giving you a chance to redeem yourself, seeing as I’m currently considering sleeping with your partner. Have a good rest of your evening!
You may have been hungover and sleep-deprived, but you still knew that nothing good would come out of talking to him anytime soon.
But you weren’t really considering sleeping with him. Right?
Right?
The memory of his warm, soft lips and his large hands followed you for the rest of your day. Throughout the drive home, while you cooked and ate your dinner, and now, sitting on your couch and zoned out instead of watching TV, you thought about Javi.
I mean… what was the harm?
Like Javi had said, like you had said, you needed to blow off some steam. Relax a little. Get some relief from the stress you’d been under lately. Javi knew better than anyone how stressful your job could be. He knew you better than anyone.
You had eyes and you weren’t dumb. You knew that Javi was hot, the confidence in his step making him all the more attractive. From day one here, you had tried to push it out of your mind, wanting to focus on your career and what was important. You didn’t have time to pine over a coworker, nor were you interested in dealing with any fallout that could come of it. It was better to keep some distance. Better to be friends.
This however, didn’t stop you from thinking about his large hands, or the harsh tone that he took when he was angry, or his broad shoulders, or his ass-
Because Javi was your friend. And maybe this is what friends do for eachother? Sure, it was a little friendlier than you were used to being but that didn’t have to spell disaster. What did he call it? Two friends spending time together.
You could almost feel the little puffs of air on your face from when he whispered for you to think about it, a shiver racing through you. Seems like he got his wish.
You could not believe you were seriously considering sleeping with him. Especially the night after having the most mediocre sex you could have imagined with his partner.
Shaking your head, you turned off the TV and stood up from your spot on the couch, stretching your arms above your head with a sigh. You rolled your shoulders to try to ease some of the tension you were carrying in your frame, your joints cracking with a satisfying pop. Bet Javi could help with that.
Scrubbing your hand over your face for a moment, you shook your head again before walking over to your dining room table and scooping up your car keys off of it. Maybe a drive will help. Maybe that’ll talk you out of this incredibly stupid decision.
Snorting at yourself, you slipped on a pair of shoes, passing by the mirror beside your front door and checking out your reflection.
You were cute, so it’s not like Javi was suggesting this as an entirely altruistic cause. The thought that the suggestion came from his own desire felt like an electric shock running down your spine.
Chewing at your lip absentmindedly as you collected your things and slipped out your apartment door, you brushed your sweaty palms down the loose skirt of your dress, trying to calm down for a moment. You just needed some space to think.
Thinking wistfully of long drives and vibrant sunsets across sprawling skies back home, you turn from your door toward the stairs and are met with a pair of warm, chocolate brown eyes.
“Javi,” You breathed out, face flushing slightly. You were hoping to get out to get away from your thoughts, not run directly into the subject of them.
Standing at the bottom of the steps and holding a bottle in one hand, you take a moment to look him over fully.
Tall and broad, and wearing sinfully tight jeans, he was a sight for sore eyes. With a strong aquiline nose and sparkly brown eyes, full lips and dark facial hair, you could tell that he would have been trouble when he was younger. He was still trouble.
He was gonna get you in trouble.
“Hi Cariño,” Javier smiled a bit sheepishly, the action looking entirely foreign on him, usually confident to a fault.
Walking down the stairs, you stopped a few feet away from him, the azure blue button up he was wearing tight across his chest, the top few buttons undone and exposing beautiful tan skin. Butterflies settled in your stomach, that patch of exposed skin making it too hard to focus. Goddamnit Javi. Could he have made this any harder?
“I was just-”
“I wanted to-”
You both started speaking at the same time, dying off quickly with a soft chuckle.
“I was just going to go for a drive. Clear my head a little bit.” You explained, playing with your keys in front of you, giving him a small smile from under your lashes, Javi humming his ascent quietly.
The beat of silence that passed was uncharacteristically weighty for the two of you, the unspoken tension in the air feeling like a physical divide between you.
“Look, I didn’t mean to make things uncomfortable today. I was on my way to offer this as an apology.” He said with a sigh, showing you the bottle of aguardiente he held in his hands. “I meant no harm by it at all, I swear-”
“No, no Javi, please don’t apologize. You’re just trying to be helpful. In your own way.” You add on at the end, cracking a soft smile.
Smiling himself, Javi nods and looks down at his shoes, running one hand over the back of his head, the other holding out the bottle to you. Grabbing it, you read the label, recognizing the familiar green branding, nibbling on your lip once again, your heartbeat picking up slightly.
You could only imagine what it would taste like on his lips.
“Well. I’ll leave you to it then.” Javier said, smiling in earnest this time, nodding his head a few times as he stepped back towards his apartment, rooting around in his pockets for his keys. You however, stood rooted to the spot and watched as he slipped the key in his lock, that nervous flutter in your chest rising and constricting your throat.
Now or never.
“Javi?” You asked quietly, hands still in front of you, playing with the label of the bottle nervously, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Twisting the key in the lock, the tumblers inside making a definitive click, Javi just hums his acknowledgement, opening his front door and stepping in, turning to look at you with an eyebrow raised.
“Is-” You start, voice cracking a little, “Is the offer still open?” You ask, timid gaze flicking from the bottle in your hands to Javi’s face to gauge his reaction.
Javi’s expression immediately smoothed out entirely, his face not betraying anything as he crossed his thick arms across his chest, leaning against the doorway slightly. You could feel your cheeks ignite, your face on fire when deep brown eyes met yours.
The silence that stretched between you two was going to eat you alive, the tension from earlier reaching a crescendo, your palms slick and sweaty once again.
“That depends. Are you interested?” Javi asked, eyes raking over your form in front of him, intense gaze landing on your face once again, his expression entirely serious, one eyebrow raised in expectation.
Taking a steadying breath, you nodded your head jerkily, watching him through your eyelashes.
“Gotta hear you say it mi Cariño.” He murmured, voice low and gravelly, warm brown eyes trained on your lips.
Shivering a little under his intense gaze, a heat settling low in your belly, you nod more confidently this time, tilting your chin up to stare him down, your decision set.
“Yes.”
A moment passes between you where neither of you move, the only noise in the hallway the hammering of your pulse in your ears. With your agreement, Javi’s face breaks out in a cocky smirk, standing up straight in the doorway, hungry eyes raking over your form slowly.
Opening your mouth to say something to break the tension, your words die on your tongue as Javi reaches out and clasps your wrist in his large grip, dragging you towards him sharply and without warning.
Stumbling towards him, he takes a few large steps backwards into his apartment, dragging you inside the doorway with him before slamming the door behind the two of you.
Dropping his hold on your wrist, his hands wrap themselves around your waist, pushing you backwards until your back meets with the cool wood of his front door. Gasping at the abrupt change and his sudden closeness, you only see the hungry look in his eyes for a fleeting moment before his lips collided with your own.
The kiss was searing, burning you alive from the inside out, his lips moving against your own desperately as you gasped into it. Pushing you against the door further, Javi crowded your space, his own chest pressed against yours, the feeling of his hands on you enough to make your eyes roll back.
Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him as close as possible, his grip on you tightening in response. Swiping his tongue along your bottom lip, you opened your mouth to him, his tongue immediately plunging in and tasting you.
Unsurprisingly, Javi tasted like smoke and mint, the sweet combination completely intoxicating. With each swipe of his velvety tongue against yours, you felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over you, taking root in your overheated core. Breaking the kiss, you pant heavily, tilting your head back against the door and giving him access to your neck, Javi leaving hot, wet kisses along your delicate skin.
“Jav..” You breathe, eyes shut tight and body on fire from the feeling of his hands against you, caging you in and holding you in place. Humming into your skin, Javier kisses his way down your neck, sucking a bruise into the junction of your neck and shoulder, your fingers curling into his shirt in an iron grip.
His own grip on you constricted around you, pinning you between the door and his chest, trailing his mouth back towards your own, leaving warm, wet kisses across your jaw.
His large hand travelled up your torso, it’s fiery path curving around the swell of your breast, the drag of his long fingers setting your heaving chest ablaze. He continued his path upwards, his palm finding a resting point against your pulse, your face cradled in his hand as he pulled back to look at you, his breath mingling with your own.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day Cariño.” Javi whispered, his warm breath making goosebumps rise on your skin. “Been thinking about this for months now.”
You whine at this, trying to pull him closer to you, seeking out his lips with your own. His pupils blown wide, you could feel a rush of heat to your core when his hungry gaze raked over your form.
“Javi,” You sighed again, voice high and breathy, trying your best to call him back to you, to get him to do something.
Pulling back a little farther from you, Javi’s burning gaze stayed entirely focused on you, your rapid pulse thundering under his palm.
“So pretty.” Javi breathed, running his thumb across your kiss-swollen bottom lip, intense brown eyes focused solely on you. Opening your lips slightly, your tongue darted out, just barely making contact with the rough pad of his thumb, his mouth falling open at this.
Growling, he reached behind himself, pulling his shirt over his head roughly, revealing smooth, tan skin, your own hands immediately shifting and exploring the newly exposed flesh.
Dropping his other hand from your waist to your thigh and hiking it up over his hip, his mouth reconnected with yours in a flurry of teeth and tongues, the kiss sharp and biting and desperate.
With this new position, you could easily feel the telltale bulge in his jeans, pushing your hips forward at the feeling, the friction the rough denim created absolutely heavenly on your aching cunt.
Grinding himself against your core slowly, your breath hitched at the feeling, the sparks of pleasure making your thighs tense. Tilting your head back against the door, the cool wood on your back a relief, Javi was like a starved man, kissing and nipping at your exposed skin without pause, a wave of wetness flooding your already soaked panties.
“Can’t believe that man let you go to waste.” Javi muttered against your collarbone, his hand sliding over you to palm at your breasts through your dress, the other acting as an anchor on your thigh and pinning you against the door with his hips.
“Such an idiot.” You wheezed, hands rising to fist in Javi’s hair, holding his face close to your chest, his tongue darting out to taste your sweat-slicked skin.
Chuckling darkly, Javi dropped your leg from his grasp, joining his other hand on your chest, as his kisses continued lower, stopping to lavish your cleavage with attention. Rolling your shoulders, you pushed your chest further into his hands, earning a tight squeeze before his lips and hands continued to travel downwards towards the crest of your thighs.
Eyelids fluttering, you looked down at him, now kneeling on the floor in front of you, his large hands on your hips holding you steady for him as he stared back at you, face flushed and brown eyes sparkling.
Without breaking eye contact, Javi slid his hands down from your hips to the edge of your dress, his large palms slipping underneath and trailing a volcanic path up towards your underwear, hooking his fingers in the sides of them and slowly tugging them down your legs, tossing them aside haphazardly.
Though you were covered by the skirt of your dress, you still felt exposed like this in front of him, the hungry look in his eyes nearly swallowing you whole. You bit your lip at the feeling of his hands returning to your legs, watching him through your eyelashes as he leaned closer, your pussy fluttering at the desire swirling in his face.
Kissing your abdomen softly through your dress, Javi flipped up your skirt and shuffled closer, your eyes fluttering closed at the anticipation, pussy clenching around nothing.
Javi hummed quietly, a hand sliding around the back of your thigh and pulled, maneuvering you so your thigh rested on his shoulder, effectively opening you up to him entirely.
“Beautiful mi Cariño.” Javi murmured, lips trailing up your thigh towards your aching cunt, his moustache scratching at your sensitive skin. You felt like you were going to fucking burst with anticipation, you didn’t think you’d ever been this turned on in your life, and yet, he still hadn’t even properly touched you.
Trailing a single finger up and over your folds, you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, your mouth dropping open at the featherlight touch.
“So fucking wet already.” Javi cursed, the hand on your thigh tightening, his grip sure to leave bruises in its wake.
“Javi, please,” You breathed, fingers tangling in the back of his hair, your hips wiggling slightly, hoping that he’d just put you out of your misery and touch you, taste you, do anything.
“I’ve got you baby.” Javi growled lowly, two of his fingers now ghosting circles along your drenched slit, your cunt pulsing rhythmically at the feeling. Panting, your eyes fluttered open as you looked down at him, his brown eyes staring right back at you as he leaned forward and tasted you slow and sweet.
You keen high at this, eyes immediately snapping shut again, your fingers tightening in his hair earning an appreciative hum from Javi, his mouth attaching to your bundle of nerves, tongue lapping at you.
“Fuck Javi,” You mewl, feeling like your leg was nearly going to give out from under you. You start to say something else, before your thought was entirely cut off by two of his fingers pushing into you abruptly, stretching your aching pussy.
Gasping at this, your cunt clenched around his fingers, already desperate for more. Javi pushed his fingers into you a few times, his pace experimental and slow, tongue soft on your clit, until he curled his fingers just right, earning a mewling moan from you.
Growling at the breathy sound you let out, Javi’s movements sped up immediately, pushing his fingers inside of you at a rapid pace, his tongue swirling over your sensitive bundle of nerves nearly making your legs turn to jelly.
“God Javi-” You squeaked, a light sheen of sweat breaking out along your brow, eyebrows drawn low over your eyes, mouth open in a silent ‘o’.
You felt like you were going to fucking hyperventilate with the sudden onslaught of Javi, the drag of his fingers inside of you stoking the fire that was steadily growing in your core, and each pass of his tongue pushing you higher.
You could feel yourself start to approach that same climax you were denied last night, pussy fluttering around his fingers fucking you open steadily, the rough pace making your toes curl.
“F-Fuck I’m-” You stutter, the combination of his fingers and mouth on you making you lose control embarrassingly quickly, the edges of your orgasm barreling down on you with each pass of his fingers across your sweet spot.
“Jav” You whined, eyes snapping open and drawn to where he kneeled between your legs, nearly losing it right there with the hungry, heavy-lidded gaze that he met you with. “I’m close, f-fuck I’m close-”
A moan rumbling low in his chest, Javi released your clit with a wet pop, his chin glistening from your juices, brown eyes staring up at you molten pools of desire.
“Come mi Cariño.” He practically growled against your leg, his fingers pistoning in and out of you rapidly, his thumb rubbing tight circles over your bundle of nerves giving you the final push towards your climax.
Panting heavily, your core on fire, you climax rips through you, nearly knocking out your legs from under you. Javi’s fingers continued drawing out your orgasm in waves, white-hot pleasure coursing through you with the intensity of it.
“You look fucking perfect like this baby.” Javi groaned, eyes drawn to where his fingers plunged into you repeatedly, leaning forward and licking a stripe across your clit again, making your legs tense.
Legs shaking, you let go of his hair, pushing on his shoulders to try to draw him away from your wet heat, your sweaty back sliding down the door slightly, unable to support your own weight properly anymore.
Sliding his hand to the back of your knee, Javi pulled forward sharply, making you all but fall into his lap, his lips immediately attaching to yours once again, the hard length trapped in his jeans incredibly apparent against your aching core.
“Can you take me?” Javi breathed, drawing back from you with a soft nip to your lips, his thick eyebrows drawn low, cheeks already ruddy.
You felt your pussy involuntarily clench at the thought of him fucking you, grabbing his face with your hands and drawing his lips back to yours, sliding across them desperately.
Shifting slightly, you heard Javi’s belt-buckle click as he freed himself from his jeans, you shifting backwards enough to rip your dress over your head, reaching back and unclasping your bra quickly. Javi’s other hand immediately came to rest on your breast, rolling it in his warm hand, his thumb brushing over your nipple and making electric shocks travel up your spine.
Giving himself a few pumps, Javi groaned as he ran his length across your slit, gathering the slick pooling there before lining himself up at your entrance. Impatient and desperate for more, you rocked your hips forward slightly, the head of his cock disappearing in your tight wet heat.
A guttural groan forcing its way out of his chest, Javi pushed his hips forward, filling you to the hilt in one fluid motion, the feeling of him stretching you open fucking perfect.
Placing his hands on your hips, he holds you to him, pushing himself as far inside you as possible, the blunt head of his cock already brushing against your sweet spot.
Weaving your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, you connect your lips to his neck, the sweat-slicked skin sweet and warm on your tongue, drawing another long groan out of Javi, his hand coming to rest on your hips, pushing himself up and into you repeatedly.
“Fuck baby, ” Javi ground out, eyes attached to where your core was taking him repeatedly, your pussy fluttering at the low, gravelly tone of his voice. “Is all of this for me?” He asked, one finger coming down to circle your clit quickly, the fiery pleasure of his fingers on your bundle of nerves making you bear down on him, absolutely strangling his cock.
The sound that Javi let out was absolutely sinful, picking you up off of his lap slightly, his hips snapping into yours at a brutal pace reducing you to ash, your fingers wound tightly into his hair, mouth sucking dark bruises along his collarbone and shoulder.
“Jesus Javi,” You whined against his skin, your hips trying to match his pace and failing miserably.
“You look fucking perfect like this mi Cariño. Stretched over my cock and taking it so well.” Javi moaned, his hips pushing into yours repeatedly, the pace punishing and pushing you closer to a second climax with each snap of his hips.
Tilting your face up, breath gasping, Javi immediately attaches his lips to yours again, his entire presence overwhelming your sense with all you could feel, taste, see was Javi. Breaking the kiss, desperate for something, Javi grabs your face again, holding your forehead tight against his own, panting into your open mouth.
“Are you close baby? I can feel it, come on I wanna feel you come around me.” Javi grinds out, his heavy-lidded, fucked out gaze staring you down, your own face on fire, nearly over-taken by pleasure.
“So close,” You whimper, your eyes squeezed shut, each drag of his cock against your sweet spot driving you closer to your climax.
“Open your eyes Cariño. I want to see you when you come for me.” He growled, grip on the back of your neck squeezing and making your eyes pop open again, meeting his molten brown eyes. Seeing the raw desire in his eyes, the coil inside of you tightening further, the beginnings of your orgasm starting to tingle in your limbs as his hips slap against yours frantically.
Mouth open in a silent ‘o’, you stare at him through your eyelashes, white-hot pleasure burning in the pit of your stomach, fingers clutching at his shoulders tightly. You can start to feel yourself lose it, pussy starting to flutter as your climax barrels down on you, eyes locked with Javier’s deep chocolate brown ones, the intense look in his eyes swallowing you whole.
“Come on.” Javi snarled under his breath, hips canting into yours a few more times before you completely lose it, your orgasm crashing into you in waves.
Bearing down on him, you can feel pleasure flowing along your spine, your grip tightening at the white-hot feeling spreading from your core. Your eyes snap shut by accident, a wanton moan spilling from your lips as it overtakes you, Javi capturing your mouth with his, swallowing your breathy cries.
Gasping, you break the kiss, tilting your head back against the door, your chest heaving from the intensity of your climax, Javi’s continuous thrusts drawing out the last waves of pleasure.
Kissing along your jaw and peppering wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, Javi’s face lands in the crook of your neck, biting the muscle there with a groan, his hips stuttering after feeling you come around him.
“Hermosa Cariño,” Javi groans, licking a wet stripe up the side of your neck, panting into your ear. “M’not gonna last baby.”
Nodding fervently, you scrabble for more purchase, both of your hands landing on Javi’s shoulders pulling him towards you harshly, your back crashing into the door again, the cool wood a blessing for your overheated skin.
“Please Javi,” You breathed into his ear, heart rate sky high still, your blunt nails scratching at his shoulder blades, sure to leave marks in the morning. “Want you to come.”
Leaning in closer, you ran the tip of your tongue along the bottom of his earlobe, his muscles tensing and hips giving a few more stuttering thrusts before stilling inside of you, Javi moaning your name lowly, a sharp nip to your shoulder.
Shifting slightly, Javi settled his head on your chest, easing his grip on you slightly and let out a long and comfortable sigh. Chuckling lightly, you raked your nails through his hair, head tilted back against the door, a satiated smile on your face.
“Good?” Javi asked, chucking breathlessly as he dusted his lips along your sweaty skin.
“Yeah,” You reply, your voice cracking, and chest heaving.
Summary: A mission goes wrong, Reader just wants to redecorate.
For someone who was known for being notoriously hard to find, in your experience, you’d found that the Winter Soldier was even harder to get rid of. Everywhere you turned, you were met with slate blue eyes watching your face, pink lips constantly turned down in a concerned frown. Turns out the famed assassin didn’t let issues drop easily. It was sweet, him handing you a cup of coffee in early mornings, a question constantly pursed on his lips. It passed annoying when he nearly scared you to death in the laundry room. Now, your constant shadow was insufferable.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Bucky asked gruffly, lowering himself into the seat next to you on the Quinjet, disrupting the silence suffocating you. Each member of the team sat quietly, trying to process the mission that had just been completed; so little gained for the insurmountable losses.
You sat forward, your elbows resting on your knees, joints and muscles stiff from the tension wound into you. Blood on your hands, matted in your hair, slipping across your tac gear; you couldn’t get away from the sticky substance covering your skin.
“I think I’m going to redo my place.” You croaked, your hands resting limply between your legs, eyes staring blankly into the floor, your mind focused on the screams and the smoke and the blood that you’d been surrounded by.
“Bucky, I swear to God, if you sneak up on me again I’m going to shoot you on sight.” You grumbled to the empty hallway, tucking your hair behind your ear as you locked the door to your flat behind you.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Bucky snorted, leaning against the wall beside you. Cocking your eyebrow, you fixed him with a warning gaze before reaching down and shuffling through the mess of your bag.
“Where are you going?” He asked quietly, his gaze resting heavily on the side of your face. Squinting up at him, he raised his hands, looking somewhat sheepish. At least he knew that he was pissing you off. You tossed your key in your bag, huffing out a resigned breath and turned to look at him fully.
“The hardware store. I told you, I’m redoing some of my stuff.” You reminded him, arms crossed in front of you defensively.
“Do you even know how to ‘redo’ your furniture?” Bucky asked, pink lips quirked into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“I’ve got the can-do attitude, I figured everything else would fall into place.” You smiled quickly, turning and striding off down the hallway towards the elevators. Hearing his quiet steps behind you, you sighed and rubbed your hand down your tired face, turning to Bucky with a too-bright expression on your face.
“Seeing as you’re gonna do it anyways, wanna come with me? I’ll let you pick out the primer.” You said in a sing-song voice, hitting the elevator button. Looking over your shoulder, you were met with an all-too familiar concerned gaze, your lips quirking downwards at the sight.
Watching your face, his stormy blue eyes flicking between yours for a moment, Bucky sighs and comes to stand beside you, schooling his expression into something more neutral.
“Alright Doll.”
Standing in the paint aisle, Bucky dutifully nodded his ascent to your ramblings about paint colours and primers, willingly holding the small swatch cards you handed to him. Always watching. Always frowning.
Reaching up high for a soft sage-green colour, you pulled the card and smiled to yourself victoriously, reading the name of the swatch.
Pulling a face, your nose scrunches up and you read it aloud, “Who the hell would name a swatch Well Water? Are they trying to dissuade me from buying this colour?” You huffed, blowing a strand of hair from in front of your face.
Bucky simply shrugged at you, his eyebrows knit low and stance tense. You couldn’t tell if his discomfort was from being in a crowded hardware store, or if it was because of you. Shaking your head slightly, you forced a smile and nodded your head.
“Well, doesn’t matter. Well Water it is.” You stated, grabbing the paint samples from Bucky’s hands, flicking through them for complimentary colours for your furniture in your room. You had decided long ago that you wanted to fix up the old dresser that you had, wanting to restore it to some form of glory.
“What exactly are you redoing?” Bucky asked you, following you through the towering shelves of the store, eyeing the other customers when they came too close for comfort.
“The walls, the dresser, the nightstand; anything that I can slather a coat of paint onto I think.” You said, your voice chipper. You were genuinely excited. Change was good. It would be good for you.
“Are you sure that you want to do all of this right now? Maybe you could give it a week and then get at it when you’re feeling better?”
“I’m fine Bucky.” You snapped quickly, turning on him and giving him a warning glare.
Bucky sighed, reaching out and catching your hand in his, giving it a brief squeeze before you pulled away, already chattering about drawer pulls and spackle.
“Alright Doll.”
You had music playing loudly, twirling around your room as you taped off the edges of the baseboards, humming along to the tune, a wiggle in your hips. Dressed in an old oversized shirt, makeup free and hair thrown into a haphazard bun on the top of your head, you surveyed your work so far.
Nodding, satisfied with yourself, you walk to the kitchen and pour yourself a fresh cup of coffee. Leaning against the counter, your eyes swept over the mess of your apartment. Dresser and nightstand shoved against the wall in your living room, the empty surfaces of your furniture now covered with the contents of your bedroom, cans of paint and brushes stacked on your kitchen counter.
Eyes staring unblinkingly, your mind started to wander. Fingers clenching tighter around the mug in your hands, you tried to focus on the projects ahead of you. The candle burning beside you, smelling like soot and ash floating through the air. The music playing in your bedroom, the vocals coming out as anguished screams. The red mug in your hands, making your vision flash red.
A knock at the door broke you out of your reverie, you jumping hard enough that the scalding liquid splashed over onto your hand. Shaking, you turn around and place the mug down carefully, hands planted on the counter, leaning heavily against it for support. You could feel tears building behind your eyes but you blinked quickly to make them disappear. Not now. Too much to do!
Standing up, you pushed the heels of your hands into your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before walking over to the door. You pulled it open, welcoming Bucky in with a bright smile.
“You look like shit.” Bucky deadpanned, grabbing your chin with his hands, turning your face in front of him carefully, looking you over. You knew what he’d see, the deep circles under your eyes, blotchy skin and dull eyes greeting you in the mirror each morning.
“Way to make a girl feel special Barnes.” You rolled your eyes playfully, leading him further into your apartment, picking up a paintbrush on your way to your bedroom.
“Have you slept?” He questioned, following you closely, that same watchful gaze resting heavily on your shoulders.
“Too much to do sunshine!” You smiled softly at him, reaching out and tapping his nose playfully.
With trepidation in his eyes, Bucky clicked a roller brush on beside you, watching you crack open the new can of paint.
A deep sigh. “Alright Doll.”
You loved Bucky. Truly. But you’d never been more grateful to get rid of him. When the call came in, requiring him and Cap for the mission, you were filled with glee. After nearly a week of him following your every move, you were ready for some time to yourself.
Standing on the tarmac, you hugged him tight and told him to come back in one piece. You leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, a genuine smile on your face, making your eyes sparkle. Bucky held you close and promised you that he would, placing a soft kiss on your hairline.
You could feel his eyes on you until the jet took off.
Now, you were sitting on your kitchen floor, trying to read the directions for a power tool you had borrowed from Tony. You needed to drill new holes for your new drawer handles. Easy. Your dresser, painted to perfection, fit in quite well in your newly painted bedroom. The final step was the drawer pulls.
Huffing, you nodded to yourself confidently. You could do this. Sitting up on your heels, you measured the drawer precisely, finding the exact spot for you to drill.
“This can’t be that hard.” You mumbled to yourself, closing one eye as you lined up the power tool. Taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly, letting it drill through the wood, whooping quietly when you got it through to the other side. Confidently, you drilled it’s pair, the tool gliding through the wood smoothly.
Nodding to yourself, you smirked confidently, setting the new handle on top, reaching for the screws to secure it in place. Dropping the drill, you twisted the screws in quickly, the drawer completed quickly.
Bouncing around to the music, you moved on to the next drawer, working quickly. Drilling the holes in easily, this time, when you placed the pull on the surface of the drawer, it shifted, causing the paint to scratch.
“Shit.” You cursed, leaning in close to check the damage. It wasn’t too bad. Something that can be fixed later!
Putting the drill down, you shook your arms out, rolling your neck, hoping to ease the tension in your muscles that sprung up.
Working your way through the other drawers, you became confident in your movements once again, the newly decorated drawers coming together nicely.
Getting slightly cocky with the drill, you attempt to use it to screw in the backs of the pulls, effectively rounding the heads and destroying them in the process. Clenching your lips together tightly, you huffed heavily out of your nostrils. It’s okay. That can be fixed later.
Sweat beading at your hairline, you measured out the last drawer quickly and put the power tool to work once again. Drilling through the dresser, the twin holes perfect in front of you, you put the handle up to them, the length of the drawer pull misaligned with the spaces between the holes drilled.
You sat there for a moment, blinking at the drawer in front of you and sighed heavily. You could feel the tears building up at this, frustration and exhaustion and pain bubbling up out of you. Tossing the pull aside, you leaned back against the fridge, tilting your head to stare up at the ceiling.
Stupid. There’s no reason to cry over this. You chastised yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose lightly, scrunching your eyes up tight. The floor cold and unforgiving underneath you, you began to weep, tears rolling down your face silently.
As the tears fell, your breathing picked up, your cries becoming desperate, hand clutched to your chest, wanting to seal the pain back in. The weight of the week, of not sleeping and the mission caught up to you all at once. Dry heaving sobs cracked out of your chest, painful as they left, you curled in on yourself, your eyes squeezed shut against your home, instead seeing the horrors that you had tried your best to keep at bay.
Small hands reaching out for you, fear flashing in their eyes. Curly blonde hair and round cheeks. Bullets whistling past you too fast.
The blood that covered them. That covered you.
Whipping around, you shot blindly and without abandon, screaming in anguish.
You could feel the heat of the blaze on your face, hear your name being screamed.
Blood. Sweat. Soot. Ash.
“Y/N.” A low voice rumbled in front of you, your eyes snapping open immediately.
Bucky knelt in front of you, his black tac suit still on, though missing the variety of weapons he kept holstered around his waist. His jaw was clenched, watching you with the same concerned eyes that you’d gotten used to this past week. Slate blue covered in shadow from his brow knitted low. Your breaths heaved out of you, tears sliding down your cheeks freely.
Your bloodshot eyes flicked between his, as Bucky’s hand slowly came up to rest against your cheek, brushing away a few of the tears that slid down your face. Tears starting anew, your face crumpled, and you tossed your arms around his neck, his hands holding you tightly to his frame.
“I couldn’t get to them,” You gasped out, your voice waterlogged, hands clutching desperately at Bucky’s broad back. You were engulfed by him, his large frame wrapped around yours, the scent of gunpowder completely overwhelming your senses.
Repositioning himself, Bucky sat down on your kitchen floor, collecting you into his lap, arms wrapped around your shaking form. Your face tucked in the crook of his neck, Bucky kissed your temple, squeezing you tighter for a moment.
“I know baby. I know,” He hummed quietly in your ear, rubbing his hands up and down your back slowly.
You sat like that for a long time, you, grieving for those you couldn’t save, and Bucky, holding you together as you broke apart. Bucky rocked you back and forth, humming a low tune, keeping you pressed into him. You slowly began to calm down, a deep melancholy settling over you, replacing the desperation you felt.
“Bucky?” You asked, your voice cracking.
“Yeah Y/N.” He responded, keeping you close to him, his hand continually rubbing soft circles on your back.
“Does this ever get easier?” You asked quietly, fingers grasping at the short hairs at the nape of his neck, fat tears blurring your vision.
“I don’t know,” Bucky mused quietly, dipping his head to look into your eyes. “But whatever happens, I’ll be right here. Ready to help however I can. Including fixing the mess you made of this poor dresser.” Bucky chuckled, a sad smile on his face. He kissed your temple again, this time softer, pulling you in ever closer to him.
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