A collection of one-shots featuring various Pedro Pascal characters. Including: Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Pike, Dave York, Javi Gutierrez, Oberyn Martell, Jack "Whiskey" Daniels, and Max Phillips. Most contain expl...
summary: It's your birthday, and Javier said you could have him however you want. He didn't expect his wrists being tied or the edging, but he discovered he's really fucking into it.
rating: Explicit (18+!! This is SMUT. No y/n, Soft Javier Peña, Switch Javier Peña (very subby here), light bondage, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, face-sitting, oral sex (f & m receiving), deepthroating, edging, teasing, dirty talk, praise (Good Girl and Good Boy used), blink and you'll miss it choking, making Javier beg, he whimpers too, fucking Javier to the point he forgets English, making Javier come so hard he passes out)
word count: 5.7k
a/n:Can be read as a standalone or part of the Learning to Live 'verse.
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Javier was a tease at dinner—sitting next to you in a booth at Laredo's nicest steakhouse for your birthday, keeping his body turned toward you while he ran his long fingers along the inside of your thigh, feeling his hot breath against your ear as he asked about your day in a husky whisper. He had the audacity to kiss at your neck and nibble on your earlobe while he listened to you trying to tell him about work, getting more and more flustered until you were thanking the powers that be when the food was finally brought to the table.
And now you were home, the pent-up tension leading to a heavy make-out session in Javi's truck, which moved to more kissing while you got your apartment door open, the two of you stumbling inside. Shoes were kicked off haphazardly, your purse, his keys, and wallet thrown onto the entryway table without looking, Javi removing his suit jacket while his lips stayed on yours, discarding it onto the back of the couch as he walked you to the bedroom.
His hands were wandering all over your body as you stood at the foot of the bed, his big palms grabbing handfuls of your ass through the fabric of your dress, moving to your front and up to massage your breasts. You were kissing each other hard, your fingers undoing his tie and letting it dangle around his neck while you started working open the buttons on his dress shirt.
"Happy birthday, Cielito," Javi's breathy voice said between kisses. "Love you so fucking much." He was pulling down your dress zipper and helping you get it off your arms, breaking the kiss so you could shimmy out of it, leaving you in your underwear and bra, a matching lacy set you knew he'd love.
"Thank you for such a nice night," you were panting as you spoke, looking at him through your eyelashes.
His eyes were dark pools, zero chocolate brown remaining, his lips red and shiny from kissing, and you watched his tongue peek out, swiping along his plush lower lip, his eyes taking in your undressed state with a hungry gaze that had you rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache between them—Javi smirking at the movement, knowing his effect on you.
