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You felt his hand fall to your forearm as he turned you back to face him. He didn’t say anything as his gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and back. His silence continued as he leaned forward and connected your lips again. This time it was intentional, slow, and made butterflies creep up your stomach. He reached for you as you reciprocated the kiss. One hand in your hair, thumb resting on your cheek, the other searching for your waist. You held the front of his shirt, scared to let him go, and deepened the affair, sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. He gladly accepted and slowly yet fiercely slid his own into your mouth. The kiss continued and your hands slid along his front and ended in his hair, gripping. He released a quiet moan as you did and without breaking the kiss he stood from his own stool and trapped you against the bar. Your back dug into the bartop as you moaned back into his mouth and his hands slid down to your hips, squeezing. Had your phone not interrupted, you’re sure it would have continued to escalate that very night. He released you with a sigh, and you kept your eyes closed for just a moment longer. You slowly peeled them open and Bob groaned at the sensuality of it all. He huffed a small laugh and a blush covered his face as he scratched the back of his neck, perhaps in insecurity at his previous actions.

Hate Me, Love Me (Javier Peña)

Pairing: Javier Peña X CIA Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Javi have known each other for a long time. He is the vane of your existence and you are his. And when he is reassigned to Bogota you are reminded of it, in the best way possible.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (be safe children), brief masturbation (f and m recieving), cursing, lovers to enemies to lovers relationship kind of, javi being a soft dom, angst

WC: 4.7k

A/N: I feel like Javi has such a fucking chokehold on me I've been only thinking about him. I promise I'll write for other people. But for now you'll get enemies to lovers sex with Javi. A favorite of mine. Enjoy

"You're going to have to work together on this one."

You couldn't believe it. Your jaw fell open with disbelief and an equally dry chuckle left your lips.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You blurted out, too angry to realize you were still talking to your boss. Strechner gave you a look and you cleared your throat. "Respectfully, sir, there's no way in hell I'm working with him."

"Listen, I get you and Peña have history, trust me I do too, but he's in charge on the DEA side, and you're the only one I can trust with taking the lead on Cali." You exhaled through your nose, jaw tight and arms folded over your chest as you listened, "You've been on Cali since you were reassigned, would you rather I put some other agent in charge because you're getting your panties all in a twist?"

"Need I remind you I got pulled out of Medellin because of him?" You cocked an eyebrow and smiled humorlessly, the mere mention of it already making your blood boil. Strechner sighed, clearly done with your shit.

"You either get your shit together and you work with Peña on Cali, or I'm going to assign you somewhere else and all the work you've done will go to someone else. Your choice sweetheart."

You chewed on your bottom lip with frustration, nose slightly flaring as you inhaled deeply and simply nodded, "Work with Peña or go back home, again. You got it boss." You scoffed and stormed out of his office, absolutely fuming.

You didn't know who was the bigger asshole, him or Javier.

You couldn't fucking believe this. Just when you thought things were going your way, Javier Peña decided to come back and fuck it all up. But then again he had a habit of doing that to you. Much like he would often screw himself over, he would take you along with him, because of course, you having the poor judgment that you had, you would try to help him. When both of your agencies were on top of Escobar and the Medellin cartel, you often worked together, you had the same interest after all. That along with other things that often contributed to your poor judgement when it came to Javier. When things got complicated with Escobar, Javier resorted to more, desperate means. You would give him Intel, intervene phone lines and record phone calls. You didn't know what he was getting himself into, you figured it was DEA business. You should've known better than that. But then again, poor judgement and bit of feelings got in the way. You eventually caught on to what he had been doing with the information you gave him. As soon as more people got killed at the hands of Los Pepes, it couldn't be a coincidence and you knew that. And so did your superiors. Turned out that if an agent contributed to dozens of murders in a country they were guests in well, it didn't exactly made the Agency look good. And off home you were.

You were a good agent, you were a damn good agent, and it took months, but after Escobar was killed you were assigned back to Bogota, but to work on the Cali cartel instead. It didn't exactly sit well with most agents to have you back after your inadvertent involvement with Javier and his mess, but everyone got over it eventually. Javier was no longer in Colombia, having suffered a reprimand of his own, so at least then you couldn't snap his neck with your bare hands.

For some time at least. That didn't last very long as it was evident by the conversation that had just ensued with Strechner.

Hey by the way, Javier Peña, he got assigned to work on Cali, oh and he got a nice promotion, good luck!

Yeah he was going to fucking need it.

Your heeled boots made contact with the floor, making noise with each angry step you took. You were absolutely fuming, you swore you could see smoke emanating from you because no one in the office dared to even look your way. You sat at your desk, the chair scratching the floor as you pulled it back. You placed your face into your hands, closed your eyes and took a long and uneven breath. Your skin felt beyond hot, like it was boiling. You truly had hoped you didn't have to see Javier again. The hatred you felt for him wasn't just because he screwed over your career, that was just a part of it. Deep down you felt betrayed and hurt. He used you, he got what he wanted out of you with some fucking in the process, but in the end it meant nothing to him. Not like it meant to you. He meant everything to you and you meant nothing. Or at least it felt that way. And fuck you hated that you ever allowed that to happen.

"Excuse me, agent?" You heard someone clear their throat, making you take your face from your hands and look up at whoever decided to speak to you at that moment. You glared at the younger male, you didn't recognize him. He definitely wasn't CIA. But he was wearing a suit, so he had to work with one of the agencies at the Embassy.

"Can I help you, uh agent?" You grumbled, straightening yourself in your chair and looked at him with a cold expression and a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah uh, Feistl, DEA," He clarified, seeing the look on your face, but when your expression didn't change, he quickly spoke again, "My boss, he wants to see you. He asked me to let you know, something about some Cali files the CIA has."

You stared at him with a blank face, blinked a couple of times and sighed through your nose, rubbing the side of your temple with exasperation, "And who is your boss? I'm not DEA kid, I don't know who's in charge there."

"Agent Javier Peña, he's my boss now."

Well fuck.

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You couldn't believe this. You couldn't believe the fucking audacity of this man. How could he ever have the balls to specifically ask for you knowing damn well what he did? He would be lucky if he left that office with both his testicles still intact.

It took you a while to get to the DEA floor. Really, you were stalling. You did paperwork, looked over paperwork and old Cali files that you had probably read dozens of times. But those were probably better than having to go see Javier. But alas, if your boss found out you were not cooperating with the DEA you weren't going to hear the end of it. So there you were, walking along a collection of desks filled with agents. You passed Feistl's desk, there was another agent next to him. Probably another new recruit.

You sighed heavily and cleared your throat, getting his attention, "So where's your boss?" You asked him, face hard as ever.

He looked up from his paperwork and swallowed a lump before signaling to the bigger corner office at the end of the floor, "In his office but—"

"Thanks," You didn't let him finish before you were heading to Javier's office. The sooner you got this shit over with, the better.

You knocked once, just to be polite, even though he probably didn't deserve that, but you didn't wait for a response before you were opening the door. You took in a deep breath as you walked in his office, your pulse spiking the second your eyes landed on him.

Javier was on the phone, getting his ear chewed off by a superior when you walked in his office. He was hoping you would come, but he wasn't actually prepared to see you if you did. And now that you were in front of him, he couldn't even breathe.

"Sorry boss, something just came up. I'll get back to you on that." He was willing to take the yelling later, but he didn't care. He hung up the phone and looked at you. His eyes did a quick scan, it hadn't been that long since he last saw you, but fuck, it felt like an eternity. His eyes eventually found yours, and he was met with a storm of emotions, but he knew he deserved that much. "Hola bonita."

The nickname, the raspiness in his voice and the semi smirk on his lips made you take a sharp inhale and you had to straighten yourself, "I don't want to be here longer than I need to, what do you want Peña?"

"Damn, are you always that nice to your coworkers?" He chuckled softly and shook his head. He knew you could be the most caring and genuinely nice person he would ever met, but he also knew you could be nasty as hell. He should be thankful you hadn't broken his nose yet. He knew he deserved that other side of you.

"You're not my coworker Peña, you're just an asshole I'm forced to work with." You said harshly, your tone bitter and eyes sharp as hell. You hadn't moved from the door, you refused to. You couldn't trust yourself not to suddenly have a moment of weakness. So you planted yourself in front of the door, arms folded tightly over your chest and face hard and cold, refusing to reveal any of your true emotions. You were trying really damn hard to feign indifference, but in reality you were an absolute wreck. He made you an absolute wreck.

"Now that's cruel," he frowned, a bit of genuine hurt in his tone. He walked around his desk with slow steps, his eyes never leaving you.

You scoffed, "No te da vergüenza cabrón?" You huffed, your eyes met his own with a deep glare, but unlike you, his eyes weren't sharp with anger and resentment, but they were as soft as ever both with regret and the adoration he always felt for you. But you didn't give a fuck about that. "You wanna know what is cruel, Javier? You, what you did to me. I got reassigned because of your fuck up. Do you know how fucking hard it was to come back here when the whole Colombian police department looked at me like I was a killer? Or how hard it was for me to gain back the respect of my coworkers because I helped you start a bloodbath? How hard it was to move on without—" You had to stop yourself, your emotions getting the best of you. You took a sharp inhale and you shook your head, "You don't know shit about cruel, so don't you fucking come here and tell me I'm cruel."

Javier didn't expect your harsh words to hit him as hard as they did. He knew you would have a whole world of things to say to him, but the hurt and genuine betrayal in your voice killed him. He didn't mean for any of it to blow back on you, and he sure as hell never meant to hurt you, he never wanted that.

"Bonita I'm—"

"You used me Javier, you used me, got Intel out of me and then you got me reassigned. And what did you get? A nice promotion. I hope you're happy with that asshole." You spat and you were already turning around to walk out, but Javier quickly grabbed the door handle and closed it, trapping you between his taller frame and the door.

"Will you shut the fuck up for two seconds and let me talk?" He exhaled with frustration, his face a few inches away from yours. You turned your head away, refusing to meet his eyes, but you didn't make much effort to move away from him or interrupt him, so he continued. "I didn't mean for any of that shit to happen. What we had, it was.. It was real, the most real thing I've had in a long time, and I fucked up. I know, I have to live with that. And I'm so fucking sorry for what happened to you, I never wanted any of my shit to blow back on you. And I mean that."

You didn't know whether you were angry, upset, or if you just wanted to throw yourself at him. Whatever it was, it had you breathing shakily. And his words weren't making it any better. The tension between the two of you was killing you, it was cutting into you like a sharp knife digging deeper and deeper into your skin.

Maybe he meant that. Maybe he didn't mean to hurt you.

But he did.

You let out a shaky exhale and turned to look at him, your gaze was sharp and unforgiving when you looked at him. "You know what Javier? Take your fucking apology and shove it right up your ass, because guess what? You apologizing now doesn't change the fact that you used me, fucked me over and still didn't bother to reach out when my career was falling apart."

"Who the fuck says I didn't try? I tried to get them to not reassign you, I tried to explain that you had nothing to do with Los Pepes. They didn't fucking listen. And when they sent you back home I fucking tried to reach out but Strechner was being an asshole and wouldn't tell me shit. I swear."

You couldn't do this, you thought you could. But you couldn't. It was easy to hate Javier, it was easy to tell yourself that he used you and that you meant nothing to him. The hard part was realizing that maybe you were wrong, that he was hurting as much as you were, and that maybe he cared about you too. Because once you realized that, you had to face what you felt for him, and it was something you had never felt for anyone else. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

You shook your head, "I don't care what Strechner, or what the goddamn Ambassador says, I don't ever want to even breathe the same air as you. You can go fuck yourself for all I care." You weren't yelling, you didn't even raise your voice, but your words stunned him like you had been screaming in his face. He stared at you with a hurt look in his eyes as you pried his hand off the door handle and opened it.

"Hey bonita wait—"

"Come mierda Javier." Was the last thing you muttered out before you shoved him out of your way and stormed out of his office. You felt a collective pair of eyes follow you as you stormed down to the bathrooms. You hadn't been yelling, but you weren't exactly quiet either, so half of the floor probably heard your exchange with Javier. But you didn't give a fuck, it wasn't your department.

You felt the hot tears finally stream their course down your cheeks as soon as you went into the bathroom. You placed your hands flat on the cold vanity sink as you tried to control your breathing. You did not need this right now. You didn't need Javier to open a whole pandora's box of emotions and buried feelings. You convinced yourself to hate him, but now that you knew the truth, you weren't so sure you could keep that up.

What the fuck were you doing? You couldn't be locked up in a bathroom crying like some high schooler. You had to get your shit together. You turned on the sink and water poured from the faucet. You splashed the cold fluid on your face in an attempt to calm yourself down. You took a few deep breaths, head hanging low as you tried to compose yourself. But you quickly snapped your head up when you heard the bathroom door open and close quickly.

Before you realized you were met with a pair of large hands cupping your face and a pair of soft lips crashing into your own. You let out a gasp of air and you exhaled through your nose, your mind just registering what was happening. And just like that, you suddenly forgot all the anger you had been feeling as it all turned into longing and need. You wanted to hate him, but fuck, who were you kidding? You needed him more than you needed air in your lungs.

Your back was met with a concrete wall as he spoke between breaths, "I'm sorry." His mouth was back on yours, a hand was on your hair and the other rested on your hip. He pressed his body flush against yours, it was like you couldn't even give each other space or time to breathe. It was desperate and it was needy. "I'm so fucking sorry."

"Javi," The nickname fell from your lips with a pant and he pulled back just enough to look at you. Your hand fell on his face and he inhaled sharply, his Adam's apple bobbing. You looked up at him, eyes meeting his brown ones, they were filled with hunger and need, need for you. He needed you as much as you needed him. You pulled him down without saying a word and you brought your lips to his. He groaned in approval, the hand that was on your hip already working to undo your button up shirt.

"I need you bonita," He mumbled, his lips now on your neck. Your head fell back into the wall behind you, your head was spinning and your vision was blurry.

What the fuck were you doing? Trying to get fucked, that's what.

You needed this. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself you felt nothing for Javier Peña, you knew deep down you could never stop wanting this, wanting him.

You half nodded, the movement barely noticeable, but Javier felt your chin hit the top of his head and he smirked softly himself, his lips now nipping at the side of your breast. You whimpered quietly, your walls already clenching around nothing with anticipation. The sound only riled Javier up even more. His hands made quick work of your dress pants, they were on the floor before you knew it.

You breath picked up when you felt his fingers graze your bare thigh. He wanted to see how much you wanted this, how much you wanted his touch. His fingers barely grazed your clothed clit and the gasp that slipped past your lips had him smirking.

You hated how much you were enjoying this, how much you knew you were going to enjoy it. You hated him for making you feel this way. You hated the thrill this brought you. You hated him for being the only one who could make you feel like this. He could have you shaking with a touch of his hand and he knew that. And you hated it. But fuck you loved to hate it.

"Te odio tanto hijo de puta," You gasped when you felt his thumb press against your clothed clit, inevitably turning the sound into a quiet moan. Javier straightened himself up, he towered over you and his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

"Oh yeah? Try saying that without moaning and I might believe you." He spoke smugly into your ear and the low raspiness of his voice only made you want to moan even more. He looked down, spitting right into his hand before he slipped it right into your panties. His wet fingers brushed over your equally wet core, spreading the wetness over your clit. Your mouth fell open and a delighted sigh left your lips. There was no coming back from this now, and you were perfectly okay with that.

"Do you hate me?" He asked with a certain harsh urgency in his voice, like he so desperately needed to hear otherwise. You couldn't trust your own voice to speak, so no words came out. Javier huffed and palmed your clit with a certain harshness that made you twitch and whimper. "I asked you a question, baby. Do you hate me?"

"No." You answered shortly, not trusting your voice to say anything else. He gripped your jaw, his thumb tugged at your bottom before he hummed in approval.

"Good." He smirked in approval and his mouth was back on yours in a second, his tongue slipping past your lips as he lifted you on the granite surface of the sink. He situated himself between your legs as he unceremoniously tugged your panties down your legs. The cold surface felt uncomfortable against your bare skin, but your attention was taken away from it when Javier spoke again.

"What do you want, bonita?" He muttered against your lips, his hands now working on unbuckling his belt. You panted softly, your skin burning up and your thighs already shaking with anticipation. "I'll give you anything you want, you just have to ask."

"I want you Javi. I just want you." That was it, walls were down, and you were once again vulnerable in front of Javier Peña. You just wanted him, you just wanted him to love you.

"You have me cariño, I'm right here." His mouth was back on yours just as you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and you soon felt the head of his cock brush right against your core. He swallowed the moan that came out of your throat as he slid in.

You wrapped your legs around his hips as your walls squeezed him so tight it made his eyes roll into the back of his head. His lips moved to your neck as he sat still, allowing you to adjust for a moment. You threw your arms around your neck and whined, you had spent enough time wanting this, wanting to feel him again, you didn't want to wait.

"Javi.." You whined softly, bucking your hips, hoping he would get the hint. "More."

"My pretty girl wants more? Alright." You didn't have to ask him twice. He braced himself with a hand on the mirror behind you before he was pulling out of you only to slam back in with enough force to make you want to scream. Hell, you almost did. "Like that?"

Yes, exactly like that.

You didn't trust your voice, you couldn't trust yourself not to scream if you dared to open your mouth so you simply nodded. He was already fucking you at an unforgiving pace, your eyes were already rolling into the back of your head.

"Look at me." He suddenly spoke, his tone demanding and it echoed in your ears. You forced yourself to peel your eyes open, your vision already blurry, but you could still see Javier, his dark hair falling over his eyes and getting damp with sweat and his dark eyes never leaving you. "That's it bonita, keep looking at me like that. Fuck I missed you."

"I missed you Javi." The words fell from your lips without thinking. But they must've snapped something in Javier because the minute he heard those words his thrusts got harsher and more precise. He lifted one of your legs higher on his torso, allowing himself to hit deeper inside you. You couldn't hold back the cry then. You were sure if there was anyone anywhere near that bathroom they definitely heard it too.

"Bonita, I fucking love the way you moan for me, but I need you to be a good girl and be quiet, okay?" He exhaled unevenly, hardly able to control himself either. You half nodded but a particularly deep thrust that hit your most sensitive spot forced a loud moan from you. His hand flew over your mouth, stifling the sound in time. "Ay cariño, do you ever listen?"

You couldn't even be bothered to glare at him, instead your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the burning ache in the pit of your stomach signaling your close release. And the way you were clenching around him only incited him more. He knew you were close to tipping over the edge, and as soon as you did he would too. He kept his hand over your mouth, your sounds only getting louder the closer you got, and when he started rubbing quick circles on your swollen quick on top of his already unforgiving pace, you pretty much lost it.

"That's it bonita, come for me." He rasped in your ear, his lips soon replaced his hand as you trembled, the stimulation of it all sending a blinding orgasm right through you. Javier fucked you through it, happily swallowing your moans when you came. A moan of his own slipped past his lips when you walls squeezed him in the most intoxicating way possible. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer now.

"Fuck baby, just like that, you're taking me so well," He panted, his face now deep within the nape of your neck and his thrusts became short and erratic. He left wet kisses along your skin as he held you, the feeling of you leaving him in a blissfully drunken state. His name left your lips in soft whimpers as you held him, your hand resting on the back of his hair. That was the thing he needed to tip him over the edge. The muscles in his back tensed under the material of his dress shirt, every muscle in his body tightening as his movements suddenly came to a stop and he pulled out of you with urgency. His forehead pressed against yours as he slouched over, grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his cock. He used you hand to pump himself a couple of times before his eyes were rolling into the back of his head and his mouth fell open, spilling himself all over both of your hands, "Fuck, that's it baby. Good girl."

You sat there for a minute, the only sound coming from either you being a mixture of pants and uneven breaths. You were soaking in the moment, you were taking it like it would be the last time. Maybe it should've been, you knew better than to open up to Javier again. But how could you ever live without this? Without him? He was addicting, you needed him, and you wanted him. There was no way around that.

"What a fucking mess. Next time I'm coming inside. I was just trying to be nice." Javier spoke with a breathy chuckle, and he sighed heavily at the mess he made of himself. You looked up at him, suddenly snapped out of your euphoric daze. You sat up, inhaling sharply when you shifted, still a bit sensitive.

"Next time?" You asked softly with genuine curiosity. You knew what this meant to you, but you didn't know what it meant to him. This could just be a blowing off steam kind of fuck, no strings attached. It often was like that with him. Javier was washing his hands on the faucet next to you while you washed your own when you spoke. He looked at you with a genuine smile and a soft look in his brown eyes.

"Yeah," he sighed softly, "I meant what I said. What we had, it was real and I miss it. I know I fucked up, but I want to make it better."

"You really tried to look for me when I got reassigned?" You asked as you hopped off the vanity, but you still had to hold on for balance. Javier turned to face you, he held your face between his hands and he nodded.

"Do you still hate me bonita?" He asked with genuine hope. It wasn't like the smug condescending way he said before, it was a genuine question this time. He didnt want you to hate him, he wouldnt be able to live with himself knowing that. He hoped you forgave him, he hoped you could see how much you meant to him even if he didn't say it. But he didn't have to, the loving and adoring look in his eyes always said enough.

You took in a deep breath, your hands rested on top of his and there was this lopsided loving smile on your lips. You had told yourself for so long that you hated Javier, that he used you and that you meant nothing to him. Maybe it was just easy to hate him, but you loved him, you wanted to allow yourself to love him and that was the hard part. But when was your life ever easy? You wanted this, you wanted him, so maybe loving him wouldn't be so hard.

"No Javi, I don't hate you."

"Good."

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