Paraíso (Javier Peña x reader)

Chapter 1: Night life

A/N: New fanfic! I have already written several chapters, so updates will be frequent!

I haven't finished it yet, so I'm open to ideas.

I avoid y/n kind of stuff so it'll be an easy read. If you've read any of my previous works, it follows the same pattern.

Let's dive in!

You stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying a touch of lipstick. Your reflection gazes back at you, a woman in her late twenties, exuding mystery and a hint of vulnerability. Tonight, you prepare to step into the world of Paraíso, a renowned nightclub where desires intertwine with secrets, and fleeting connections take center stage.

You had been living in Colombia for a few years now, your father was Spanish and your mom American. When you met Ruben in your late teens you thought nobody would ever love you like he would, not even your family. He managed to alienate you from all your friends too. So, you had decided to move to Colombia for love... and your fucking ex screwed you up so much, you didn't have enough money to go back home. Needless to say, your parents didn't talk to you anymore. You just had yourself and the sweetest old lady you had the pleasure to have as a neighbor.

As you make your way through the bustling streets of the city, a mix of anticipation and reservation fills your mind. Paraíso is a place you have reluctantly called your workplace. Its allure is tainted by the harsh reality of the industry. Tonight, you assume your role as the bartender, a constant witness to the highs and lows that unfold within its walls.

Upon reaching the familiar entrance of Paraíso, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the night ahead. The music seeps through the closed doors, beckoning you into a realm of hidden desires. You nod to the bouncer, your presence acknowledged without a word.

Once inside, you quickly make your way toward the bar, ready to prepare for the night's proceedings. The scent of alcohol mingles with anticipation, filling the air. The club is a vibrant tapestry of dim lights, bodies in motion, and voices whispering their deepest longings.

As you begin to arrange the bottles and glasses, Felipe, your boss, approaches you with a scowl on his face.

"¿Otra vez tarde, eh?(Late again, huh?)" he sneers using your nickname, his tone dripping with disdain. "Tienes suerte de que no te reemplace, Ginger. Ponte a trabajar y no la cagues esta noche. (You're lucky I don't replace you, Ginger. Now get to work and don't mess up tonight.)"

You swallow your pride, accustomed to Felipe's abrasive demeanor. "Ya estoy aquí, Felipe. Haré mi trabajo (I'm here now, Felipe. I'll do my job,)" you reply, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism.

Felipe snorts, giving you a dismissive wave. "Haz el favor de no cagarla como las demás. Estamos cortos de personal esta noche. Tienes que cubrir a Erika porque está enferma. (Just make sure you don't screw up like the others. We're short-staffed tonight, and you'll have to cover for Erika since she called in sick.)"

You suppress a sigh, already dreading the shift ahead. "Entendido, Felipe. Me ocuparé de ello. (Understood, Felipe. I'll take care of it.)"

With a curt nod, Felipe turns away, leaving you to prepare for the demanding night ahead. You head towards the changing room, knowing that the role you're about to assume is far from your comfort zone. Among the rows of garments, you find a sleek, form-fitting black bodysuit with a deep neckline, designed to accentuate your curves and ignite desires.

As you slip into the bodysuit, its smooth fabric hugs your body like a second skin, exuding confidence and allure. The low neckline reveals a hint of sensuality, while the intricate lace detailing adds a touch of elegance. Admiring your reflection, you feel a surge of empowerment, ready to captivate the patrons of Paraíso with your magnetic presence. Ready to make some extra cash with these men's tips.