The Birthday

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/45694516.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Narcos (TV)
Relationship: Javier Peña (Narcos)/Original Female Character(s)
Character: Javier Peña (Narcos), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Explicit Smut, Use of restraints, javier peña on his knees, the tie is back
Language: English
Series: Part 14 of The Crush
Stats: Published: 2023-03-12 Words: 2602

The Birthday
by the_ginger_hedge_witch

Summary

You and Javier celebrate your birthday.

Javier hadn’t looked forward to a birthday in a long time.

While he’d been in Colombia, he hadn’t really even celebrated his own except to talk to his dad on
the telephone, open a couple packages from home, and let Steve buy him a drink. Never
particularly eager to celebrate the passage of time when it had yet to yield any real progress. Either
for his case or for his life.

However, as he’s frequently reminded, things are different now.

Back in November, his suggestion that you didn’t “really need to do anything” for his birthday had
been met with something bordering on horror. Your eyes going wide and your head jerking back as
if he had instead suggested that you run him over with your car.

It wasn’t a suggestion he was foolish enough to make twice, and in the end, he had actually been
happily surprised at how good of a birthday it had been once the day had rolled around at last.

Holidays, he was quickly learning, were a big deal to you. The food, the presents, the excuse to
shower your loved ones with affection… all of it was met with an enthusiasm and eagerness on
your part that Javier was having a hard time not finding somewhat contagious. Maybe more than
somewhat.

Especially this holiday.

“Happy Birthday, bonita,” he murmurs in your ear, his arm resting comfortably on the back of the
booth behind you as your eyes light up. Beaming at the dessert topped with a sparkling candle
that’s just been set in front of you before you close your eyes, make a silent wish, and lean forward
to blow out the small flickering flame.

When your eyes open again and immediately look to him with a soft smile, he wonders what it is
that you wished for and how quickly he could possibly make it happen. Give you anything you
could want just like he’s been trying to do all day today, the bags occupying the booth on the other
side of the table a testament to that fact.

Most of them are from the bookstore, always your first choice of destination upon arriving back in
Austin. A city that’s becoming increasingly familiar to the both of you considering how frequently
you both have been making the drive recently.

He bends his head to kiss your forehead, pausing there and breathing you in until he feels your
fingers tug against his tie.

“I was starting to worry you’d lost this tie,” you tell him, arching your brow at him when he leans
back to look at you with a sly grin. “Haven't seen it in a while.”

“No, no, I just save it for truly special occasions,” he says easily, tucking an escaped tendril of hair
behind your ear before he peers down at the red strip of fabric and straightens the knot. “Know
how much trouble you have keeping your hands off of it.”

“Mmhm,” you mutter, pursing your lips, and he knows you well enough by now to identify the
exact moment the idea first strikes.

“It’s still my birthday, right?” you practically purr at him, nuzzling into the curve of his neck as
your left hand comes to rest not so innocently on his upper thigh. “What I say goes?”

He realizes then that he’s in trouble. Although what precisely you have in mind doesn’t become
clear until a little while later when he has you back in the hotel room, pressed against the wall just
inside the door.

His mouth is on yours as your fingers tug at his tie, his left hand holding your bare thigh up to hitch
around his hip while his right hand frames your jaw.

“Can’t wait to fucking hear you, Isabel,” he murmurs to you once he manages to stop long enough
to get the words out. “Just tell me what you want, baby, okay?”

You nod, already breathless as you finally work the knot free and slip the tie from the collar of his
shirt.

“I want to use this…” you tell him, breaking off into a high whine as he starts kissing his way
down your neck, finishing your ask only when he starts to grab for the tie. “Wait…” Your tone is
nervous all of a sudden. “I mean I want to use it on you.”

Javier pauses, pulling back just enough so that he can meet your gaze. “On me?”

You nod, your smile returning although it’s far more tentative than it tends to be anymore. “Is that
okay?”

A few minutes later, he’s seated on the edge of the bed, still wearing his white button up shirt and
dress slacks as you wrap his own tie around his wrists behind him. He holds perfectly still the
entire time, noticing the way your nerves are making your hands just a bit unsteady while you
work.
“Too tight?” you ask him once you’re done, prompting him to flex and experimentally tug at the
binding while you straighten up to stand in front of him.

“No, it’s good, bonita.” He shifts, leaning into your touch as your hands cup his face and you bend
down to kiss him. Soft and sweet as your fingers drift back to run through his hair and scratch at
his scalp in a way that makes his eyes want to roll back in his fucking head.

Wait, this is your birthday… He should be doing things to you not the other way around.

“Isa,” he mutters, eyes shut and a low hum in his throat as you give the curls along the nape of his
neck a gentle tug. “Isa, are you sure you don’t want me to — ”

You shake your head, and he can feel the way you're smiling again, your lips still against his as you
murmur, “I’ll be right back.”

You pull away then, so abruptly that he sways forward. His eyes cracking open to see where
you’ve gone, and he finds you back over by the door, bending down and giving him a perfect view
of your ass in your dress and heels while you reach for a little pink bag on the floor.

He hadn’t been allowed to see what was in that one, even though he’d tried to take a peek more
than once after you had re-emerged from the store and collected him from the bench he’d been left
to wait on.

“You’ll get to see later,” you had promised him with a silky smile as you had started walking with
his arm around your shoulders in the direction of the next store. “Patience.”

It appears now is later… and patience is still not one of his virtues.

You walk past him towards the bathroom, smiling victoriously, giggling and dancing away from
him when he moves like he’s going to get up and come after you.

“Sit, Javier Peña,” you tell him just before you disappear into the other room. The door clicking
into place behind you as he tries to make this the one time he actually follows orders.

Of course, he fails when he hears the door open again, embarrassingly eager as he stands with his
hands fidgeting behind him. The anticipation reminding him so much of the first time he brought
you to Austin, the first time the two of you escaped Laredo for a bit, and you’d left him waiting in
the room while you’d gotten the nerve up to surprise him. Except this time…

You’re still smiling at him as you walk back into the room, an extra bit of sway in your hips as you
move, and any remaining blood he has in his brain shoots straight to his cock.

You’re still in your heels and wearing lace again. This time a light pink half-corset that ties in the
front with a matching pair of barely-there panties.

Christ, why had he let you tie him up? He needs to touch you.

“Isabel,” he murmurs as you slink towards him, putting your palm on his chest when you reach
him and guide him back to sit on the bed. “Baby, please, let me make you feel good.”

“You will,” you tell him as he drops back down, positioning yourself between his spread thighs so
that he can press his forehead into the valley between your breasts, can feel the thin lace and your
warm, soft skin beneath as he puts his mouth to it.

Your hands rest on his shoulders as you crawl into his lap, straddling him on the bed as you start to
kiss him again, slow and deep. He feels himself instinctually fight against the restraints as the urge
to take over, to take you starts to build whenever he feels you tremble.

“You look so good, Isabel,” he murmurs to you between kisses. Over and over again. “So good,
baby. Want to touch you.”

A small sound breaks free from your throat in response, your hips starting to move your body in a
circular grind against his that makes him groan.

“You remember the first time you fucked me…” you ask him, your voice a bit high and breathy as
you shift to rub yourself against his thigh. The lace drifting easily over the slick material of his
dress pants. “You remember the party?”

Remember it? It’s etched into his fucking brain.

“Yeah, I remember,” he tells you, leaning forward to get his mouth on any part of you he can reach
as you move. Fuck, he wants you on your back. Wants to tug that small scrap of fabric out of the
way and bury his head between your legs. “Of course, I remember.”

“I’d thought about it for so long. What it would be like…” you trail off again, pressing down and
grinding against him. “You were always the one I pictured when I’d…” Your eyes find his,
looking up at him shyly from beneath your long lashes, your teeth catching on your bottom lip as
you find just the right rhythm. “Wanted you so bad.”

“Isabel.” He tugs again at the tie around his wrists. If you’d just let him free. “Baby, let me make
you come. Let me fuck you.”

You smile at him just before your head falls back, exposing the long column of your throat just as
your pace picks up, and you moan.

You’re close. He knows you are from the way you’re moving and the way you’re breathing, and
he’s so painfully hard just from letting you use him to get off that he’s positive he could come right
along with you if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. Not like that. Because at some point you’re going
to have to let him loose and when you do…

“Javi, miss you inside me,” you whimper as you lift your head back up, pressing your forehead
against his. “Miss your fingers and miss your — ”

He plants his feet on the floor and rocks up beneath you, making sure you feel him before he
reminds you, “You can have it, Isabel. Just let me.”

“Not yet,” you say back, chanting the words as you keep going. “Not yet. Not yet.”

When you break a few minutes later, you do it with your mouth against his ear, letting him hear
every sound as it washes over you. Every broken breath and cry and whimper as you come without
him even getting to put a finger on you. He can’t take it.

“Fuck, Isabel, let me…”

Your eyes are on his again, half-lidded and sleepy as you trail one of your hands down his chest,
over the buttons of his shirt, lingering when you brush the backs of your fingers over the front of
his pants. Feeling the way he’s aching for you before you move again, slipping your hand beneath
the lace and between your legs.

“Javi, please, want you,” you murmur, trembling as you swirl your fingertips over your clit and
then dip lower. That same silky expression on your face when you bring your fingers back up and
hold them in front of him, letting him eagerly suck the taste of you from them while you kiss your
way along his shoulder. Distracting him, so that he doesn’t notice at first that you’ve snuck your
other hand behind him until he feels the tug and the release.

You gasp when he moves, rapidly reversing your positions so you’re bent over the bed with him
behind you, the fingers of his left hand digging into the meat of your hip to keep you in place while
his right makes quick work of the button of his slacks. Once he’s freed himself, he tugs the damp
fabric of your panties out of the way with far less finesse than you or him are used to but he’s too
far gone to do anything else.

He sinks into you in one deep push, watching your fingers grasp at the mattress beneath you as you
moan and shift, trying to adjust to the sudden feeling of being stretched around him. Squeezing him
so tight, slick and warm and perfect.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, reaching down to run his palm up and down your back to soothe you
before he takes a firm grip on the back of your corset. “You drive me out of my fucking head. You
know that?”

You nod, a satisfied smile on your face as you rest your cheek against the sheets. “Yeah.”

The smile flickers out a second later as he pulls back and thrusts in again, using your corset as
leverage to get even deeper while you moan.

“Louder, Isabel,” he tells you before he does it again. And again. And again, knowing he’s not
going to last long. Not this round. “We’re not done tonight until we get a fucking noise complaint.”

He drives in harder as you moan and whine, your body jerking with each thrust. Your back arched
and your ass up as you try to take every bit of what he has to give.

Desperate to feel you come again before he does, he takes the hand he doesn’t still have fisting the
fabric of your corset and slips it beneath you. Firm, practiced swipes over your clit in just the way
you like, and you say his name again, your brow pinching as it starts to hit you. His pace and his
rhythm falters as soon as he starts to feel it, too.

He lets himself fall forward to brace himself over you as he lets go, emptying himself deep inside
as you continue to come right along with him.

“Isabel,” he says your name as a low warning while he presses his mouth to the curve of your
shoulder, sucking a mark into the sensitive spot before he pulls away enough to turn you onto your
back. “You’re going to kill me, baby. You wanted to have me begging for it for your birthday, that
it?”

You grin at him, reaching up to brush an errant curl from his sweat-damp forehead with your left
hand before you tell him, “I do love you on your knees.”

He smiles back, bending down to kiss you firmly on the mouth before he starts working his way
lower, spreading your legs with his palms on your inner thighs as he kneels between them at the
foot of the bed. His tongue against his lower lip and his eyes falling to watch his spend leak out of
you before his eyes flick back up to yours.

“Anything you want, birthday girl.”

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