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Sep 15, 2025

Love Cautiously, the Oleander

reader and Javier have an argument that results in beautiful rough hate sex

rating: mention of cheating, angst, degrading language, very nsfw / word count: 7k / fem reader

"Keep them coming!" Javier laughed as he placed a couple dollars on the bar top, enough for the next few rounds. "My love, join me!" He held his arm out to his side, expecting you to attach yourself to his waist the way you usually did of a Friday night. Javier was often out during the week, so he'd made it a sort of ritual to take you somewhere every Friday night. A way to mark the start of the weekend, over which he'd dedicate all of his time to you, before he'd return to the trails in search of new scores come the new week.

You weren't one to leave camp, partly because you didn't like being on the end of a weapon, but mostly because Javier wanted to keep you safe. He loved you with everything, and he'd never forgive himself if he let you tag along on a job and you got hurt. So, he'd made Friday night the night he did take you out, to socialize and share a drink or a nice meal at one of the many saloons. Tonight, he'd chosen Smithfields.

You smiled and excused yourself from the men and women you were talking to, walking over to Javier and slinking a sensual hand around his back. "Mr Escuella," you smiled, leaning forward to grab the newly poured shot with your free hand. Javier took the opportunity to slide his own down to your ass, squeezing gently and smiling at the surprised squeal he got in response.

You batted his hand away playfully. "Eager, are we?" Javier just hummed at you. Of course he was, he'd waited all week. "You find anything yet?" He moved his hand back to your hip, pulling you closer to him. "No, nothing worth acting on." You shrugged, raising your shot and downing it in one. Javier smirked as you scrunched up your nose at the burning sensation, but followed suit.

As much as this was a date night for the both of you, you couldn't help but search for an easy score. It was in your blood at this point, having been a part of the gang for so long. Plus, it wasn't hard for you, a beautiful young woman; you could rob a poor drunken fool blind before he'd even managed to think of a pick up line.

But you were Javier's beautiful young woman, and although he accepted, albeit begrudgingly that sometimes men would get a little touchy feely with you when you played them, he knew you'd only ever use your words to seduce your drunken victims. He trusted you'd never go any further. Besides, he knew he satisfied you more than any other man ever could.

"Keep those pretty eyes open," he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear before requesting another shot. Javier worshipped you, he really did. You were so beautiful to him, so smart, so resourceful. Not to mention the expensive looking blouse and skirt you wore that both hugged you in all the right places. He had a pretty clear idea of what he'd be doing to you later that night. But as of right now, he wanted to keep the liquor flowing.

And so you did, ingesting quite a bit more than you'd anticipated. "Hey, hey listen," Javier snapped you out of the drunken giggles you were still having over something he'd said a few minutes ago, "this sounds promising." Indeed it did. One of the more inebriated patrons of the saloon was mentioning to his buddy, rather loudly, how much money he'd made selling his flock of sheep earlier that evening.

"Why don't you go and introduce yourself?" You nodded and placed your empty glass on the bar top, before giving Javier one last squeeze, adjusting your blouse, and heading over. "Evening, gentlemen," he heard you effortlessly insert yourself into their conversation, but your voice soon blended in with the rest of Smithfields' regulars.

"There you are!" Javier smiled, letting out a sigh of relief as he found you exiting the Valentine hotel. He'd turned his attention away from you for mere seconds to light up a cigarette, and by the time he looked back, you were nowhere to be seen.

"Where have you-" he paused, and his eyes flitted down your form nervously. You were sleepy eyed and messy haired, a look that Javier was very familiar with; one he would often be the reason behind. His loins automatically began to throb at the sight, but the feeling was soon overpowered with those of concern and sadness as he brought his eyes back to yours. "Where have you been?"

He took your hand in his, walking you to the side of the building, out of view and earshot of the locals. "Nowhere for you to worry about, Javier." You giggled with a slight hiccup, still tipsy from the drinks you'd had with your lover a half hour prior.

Javier wished he could believe you. He'd given his all to you over the years you'd been together, and you'd given your all to him. He never expected for you to one day be unfaithful, but your appearance and your lack of concern due to the alcohol made him concerned all the more.

"You take me for a fool?" He tilted his head ever so slightly, trying to keep calm and collected. "Look at you." Javier placed a finger under your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his. "You're not very good at hiding when you've had a good fuck." You furrowed your brows as you scanned his face in silence, trying to tell if he was bluffing.

"I'm sorry, Javier. What?" You hadn't done anything you hadn't done before, why was he coming on so strong, and with such intense accusations? You frowned as he smirked at you. "Don't act stupid," his voice was husky, yet had a hint of sadness he just couldn't mask. Maybe his trust for you was to falter after all.

"You were going to come and find me," Javier's hand moved to your cheek, "looking like this," then down your neck, "and expect me to think nothing of it?" He stopped as he noticed your nose twitch in discomfort, the anger inside him building when he saw the reason behind your pain. A deep purple bruise. A lovebite, not product of himself.

"Javier, i-it's not what it looks like," you stumbled over your words, realizing he'd seen the way the stranger had marked you; the way you'd let the stranger mark you. "I would never-" he pressed his thumb into the bruise, making you wince and fall silent.

Javier's free hand moved to his knife, all the while keeping his eyes locked onto the mark while he ran his thumb over it. "I had to run from my home, because I killed a man over a woman," his voice was barely above a whisper. "But I can't decide whether this new man is in the wrong, or if it's you."

Javier's grip on your neck tightened, enough to make both of your hearts beat faster, both with desire and uneasiness. You knew he'd never hurt you physically, no matter how much you hurt him, but boy was this display starting to unnerve you. "Javier," you squirmed under his grasp, your eyes tearing up, "just- listen to me." You requested in vain.

"Is history about to repeat itself, querida," Javier continued, paying no attention to your pleas. He had nothing on his mind but the image of you in bed letting the stranger use your body, and he wanted nothing more than to replace it with the image of himself. "Or.. should you be the one, to pay the price?"

Javier rarely called you by name, and the nicknames he'd given you were only ever in Spanish. Anyone could use English terms, so he used Spanish to show it was directed towards you, and you only. It made the interaction that much more special. Only this time, his tone wasn't the same you were used to. It was bitter.

"Javier, I admit I did something out of the ordinary for me but I- I would never-" you gulped discreetly, "never be untrue to you." Your hand moved to grip his wrist. "I made enough to feed camp for at least a few weeks. Surely you can't be mad at me for doing what had to be done, for keeping us all fed and well equipped."

"I'm not mad at you for the money itself," he reached under your skirt and pulled the stack of bills from your thigh band, "I'm mad you thought it was okay to fuck him for it. Like a whore." His voice was menacing, more so than you'd ever heard. And although he was threatening, you couldn't ignore the heat appearing between your legs at his degrading words.

"I didn't-" Javier shook his head. "Save it." You knew you'd hurt him, but going off with that man was an opportunity you just couldn't have let pass you by. You needed the money, your family did. "I thought you'd understand, Javier," you looked to the floor, "out of everyone, you know best what loyalty entails."

"Loyalty?" He scoffed at you. "You're talking to me, about loyalty?" He took a few steps forward, only for you to take the same amount back. "I did what was best for the gang." Your voice was quiet and breathy. "I provided for them." You paused, gracing Javier with a cold stare. "And you're part of this gang, which means the money I earned will provide for you too."

Javier couldn't believe the excuses you were coming up with. He would've taken you just outside town and pleasured you until you saw stars, had you just asked. Instead, you got your fix with a complete stranger, and seemed to feel no remorse whatsoever for sharing something he viewed so sacred. But Javier still needed his fix, and the thought of him being so deep between your thighs, teaching you a lesson about loyalty, kept creeping into his mind.

"He came onto me, Javier. I wasn't thinking straight. It just happened I-" Javier raised his hand. "Just give up the act," he closed the space between you, grabbing your wrist before you could step away again. "If it weren't for the gang and our code, I'd leave you here to fend for yourself." He looked down his nose at you. "But come to think of it, the boss doesn't like traitors. No one does. Maybe you should be cut off. Who knows who you'll betray next."

Javier's expression changed from angry to an amused smirk. "Though, you'd be just fine left alone, wouldn't you? You'd find another man to lay with for money." His words cut you deeper than any wound you'd ever suffered, and you brought your hand to his cheek without any further thought. "How dare you?" You raised your voice at him, attracting more attention than you wanted.

"How dare you," you pushed past him and headed for camp, assuming you'd be walking home. "You know, maybe you should go in there, see what really happened." You stopped, not turning around to face him as you spoke. "And if you do, know one thing, Javier. It wasn't easy for me to do what I did."

That was the last straw for Javier. He'd heard enough, and now you wanted him to see the room it happened in too? Had that man left the hotel there and then, he would've been dead within seconds. But the cowboy in question never did, so Javier returned to taking his anger out on the next best thing.

He loathed you, but he also loathed the growing feeling in his jeans. He didn't want to touch you, disgusted that you let another man's hands trail your body the same way his would so tenderly. But at the same time, he wanted to fuck some sense into you. To remind you that he could do you better than anyone, he knew your body so well.

"On Boaz." Javier commanded, spurred by his anger and now increasing arousal. You looked over your shoulder, just enough to see his silhouette against the orange glow of the saloon lights. "I'll walk, I know I-" Javier brought his hand to his knife, stopping you from daring to speak again. "Now."

You nodded and walked back towards the saloon, over to where Boaz was tethered. Javier trailed a few feet behind you, hand still on his knife, not that he'd ever use it. He'd usually help you up onto his mount, but this time he let you vault up on your own, before hopping up himself and spurring Boaz into the night.

Javier kept Boaz at a steady canter all the way back, making for a quick ride to camp. You kept quiet the whole way, you both did. Javier was too fueled by what was between his legs to think of anything else, and you too busy thinking about what you'd done. Camp was quiet too, with most of the boys having gone train robbing, it left only Dutch, Hosea, and those unfit for such a dangerous job.

Javier dismounted as he brought Boaz to a halt, lighting up a cigarette as he waited for you to slide off too. He promptly took your hand in his, not saying a word and barely making eye contact, he just dragged you towards the camp lockbox. "That looks like a good score," Dutch's booming voice came from his tent as he watched Javier place your stacks of money inside. "How did you come about that?"

"Nothing too crazy, boss," Javier started, sauntering over to the opening of Dutch's tent. "We came across a stagecoach on the way back, (y/n) put on the lost, rich maiden act and well, here we are." His hand moved to rub his chin as he looked over at you, mouth parted slightly, irritated that him using your body was being delayed by Dutch's questioning. "Ah, one of the many perks of having a beautiful woman on your side." Dutch smiled, beckoning for Molly to sit beside him.

"Many perks indeed," Javier stretched out his words, looking you over from head to toe. "Anyway, we'll leave you to it." Dutch nodded, returning his attention to his book. "Alright then, good work. You two should get some rest, you both look like you need it." With that, Javier took your hand again, only instead of heading to his tent, he lead you to John's, leaving Dutch behind with a disapproving expression.

"So this is where you're choosing to deal with me?" You crossed your arms, watching him dispose of his cigarette and begin to fiddle with the tent flap, making sure it was well and truly closed. "I suppose 'dealing with you' is one way of putting it, querida." He replied as he tied the last knot, turning to meet your gaze.

You had nothing in the tent in terms of light but a single lantern, sat on a small bedside table. You cursed John for it, but maybe not seeing Javier's full expression was for the best anyway. You weren't quite sure what his intentions were.

Javier took the last few steps that separated you from him, grabbing your neck and slamming his lips down onto yours without warning. Your eyes widened as you let out a muffled squeak in surprise, feeling him smirk in response. This wasn't what you were expecting, but it was oh so welcome. You melted into his touch, though a touch that was foreign to you.

Javier was usually sensual and passionate, but tonight he was rough and hungry for you. You hated the reason behind it, but you were already weak in the knees for this new, animalistic side. His free hand began to fumble with his gun belt, the bullets stored safely in the leather loops falling to the ground against his revolver with a clink.

It took all of Javier not to order you to your knees there and then. He wanted to watch your tears stain your cheeks as he rammed his cock down your throat, he wanted to humiliate you for betraying him, to remind you where your priorities should lie, who you belonged to.

"The corset," he mumbled, barely removing his lips from yours, "take it off." You hummed in approval, your hands moving to your front to unlace the string that kept your bodice tight. You didn't wear a corset often; only for special occasions like your date night. It gave you the most ample bosom and desirable shape, and made Javier salivate after a long, sexless week.

Javier grew impatient as you struggled with the knots Ms Grimshaw had helped you tie. His hands batted yours away, doing the job for you all while your tongues still fought for dominance. He pulled the lace out entirely, removing the corset from your shoulders and throwing it onto the ground in one swift motion.

His hands then moved up to your blouse, which was already unbuttoned more than what was considered modest. "Quite the display," Javier cooed as he took his lips away from yours, admiring your collarbones and cleavage with hungry eyes. "Was this all for me," he brought his lips back to your neck, "or did this happen in the hotel?"

"Javier I'm telling you I didn-" he slapped his hand over your mouth, he wasn't going to listen to another second of your lies. "I have all the proof I need," he kissed across your collarbones, the top of your breasts, and the mark the stranger had left on you. "Now you really should keep that mouth shut, if you know what's best for you."

You were starting to grow truly angry that Javier wouldn't listen to you, and now he was too far gone to believe a word that came out of your mouth about the matter. Either way, the way his hands gripped your body and ripped off your clothes, you weren't going to complain further. Or maybe you were, it would only spur him on more.

"What if I don't?" Your voice was hushed as you watched his hands trail back down your blouse. His eyes flickered back to yours with a new spark of anger. "What was that? This isn't the time for jokes." His tone was intimidating, you worried if maybe you'd taken it all a step too far. "Nothing, Javier I-" Javier stopped you. "I told you to keep your mouth shut. Though, maybe you like having it open."

Javier left a few of your blouse buttons done up, smirking to himself partly in amusement and partly with the anger bubbling at his core. "No?" He pushed you backwards towards the cot, which hit the back of your knees and caused you to fall, coming eye to eye with the bulge in your lover's pants as you sat yourself up properly.

He leaned down to you, loose strands of his inky black hair tickling your skin. He slinked his hand around the back of your head, pulling your hair so your eyes met his. "Answer me." He looked down his nose at you, one eyebrow slightly raised. "No, Javier, no. I don't-" you tried to reply, but his grip tightened on your hair, the discomfort shutting you up.

"It's too late to deny it," he shrugged, his smile almost maniacal. "You want to be a whore? Está bien." His hand left your hair to straighten himself up. "Just don't complain," his hands fumbled with his jeans, unbuttoning them hastily, "don't complain when I use you like one."

Had you still been standing, your knees would've buckled at his words. Javier felt your body tense up, a quiet chuckle escaping him. "That's right," his words were laced with venom, "on your knees." You sat there speechless, taken aback by his new attitude, and most of all, not wanting to kneel on the damp muddy grass beneath you.

"On, your knees," his voice was menacing now as he grabbed the back of your neck, lifting you from the bed and guiding you to dick sucking height. "You still with me, querida?" He smirked and gave your cheek a couple light slaps, before taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

You hummed, looking up through your eyelashes at him. "I'm only just getting started," he motioned to his jeans, waiting for you to release him. Your eyes darted from his, to his bulge and back, prolonging the inevitable. It only frustrated Javier further. "Continue to defy me, you won't like what happens."

You rolled your eyes at him but did as told, pulling his dark colored jeans down slightly and letting his arbor vitae spring free. "Good," he hummed, moving his hand to press down on your chin, opening your mouth. Javier was as hard as ever, his cock standing proudly as he stood tall in front of you. "Tongue," he ordered, moving a hand to his shaft.

You complied but Javier showed you no mercy, pushing almost all the way into your throat. "You should've given it some thought, before entertaining another man." Your eyes watered as he repeated the same stroke a few more times, his fingers temporarily moving back to grab your hair for more control.

"You know it's hard for me to go easy on you after such a long week," his thrusts slowed, "without having to remind you who you belong to." He popped himself out of your mouth, a trail of saliva attached at his tip. "Now be a good girl for me," Javier leaned down to steal a kiss from you, "let me see that tongue again."

You did as requested, flinching as Javier slapped his cock against your tongue a few times, before filling your mouth again. He watched as your head bobbed rhythmically now, with tear stained cheeks from his initial thrusts. You were so beautiful, and so good at pleasuring him.

His body shuddered and he had to look away, fearing the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock, at his mercy, would make him finish too soon. "Mierda, (y/n)," he groaned with a slight chuckle, he'd been craving this for days. "Look at you, on your knees for me," his words were breathy, "right where you should be." You moaned into him, the vibrations coursing all the way through his body.

His hand gripped your hair again, and you braced yourself for what was about to come. You squeezed your eyes shut as Javier had his way with your mouth, only pulling out after you'd gagged on him and slapped his thigh for release. He let go of your hair and let you sit back on your heels to catch your breath, a satisfied smile on his lips as he looked over your glistening skin.

You sat forward one last time, but started to use your hand on him instead, still a little too light headed to take him back in your mouth. "Alright," Javier's voice was softer and understanding as he leaned down to help you to your feet, his hand on your neck. He kissed you deeply, his scent on your lips driving him mad while you continued to stroke him.

Javier dragged out the last kiss, your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away. "Turn around," he motioned with his finger, "hands on the cot." You did as you were told, placing your hands on the cot so your ass was just higher than your shoulders. Javier struggled with your ruffles, but eventually had your skirt hitched up and over your back, just enough to land a good few slaps.

"You like this?" His first slap caught you by surprise, though it didn't hurt, not with the undergarments you were wearing. He groaned deeply as he stood behind you, hands on your hips, pulling your ass back towards his dripping member.

"Javier I-" your gaze dropped towards the cot, breathing through your teeth as he pulled away and landed another slap, harder this time. Javier held your hip, keeping you steady as he felt you tremble under his third. "Javier," you groaned, your skin surely a deep red and rather sore. "You're-"

Javier brought your ass back to his hips again, leaning over your back and talking in your ear. "What, am I hurting you?" His voice was deep and husky, clearly your pain was amusing to him. As he pulled away, he noticed the faint damp patch you'd made, which only added to his amusement.

He smirked, his thumb moving to stroke down your folds over your drawers. "Hurting you? Something tells me you're enjoying the pain." You hummed, praying with all of you that he'd remove more of your clothes and take you there and then. "Maybe." But much to your disappointment, Javier moved away.

His hand moved to your front, pulling you up so your back hit his chest. "Maybe? Maldita puta," he purred, placing kisses on your earlobe and down your neck, "your body is begging for me." He turned you around and pushed you to lie down on your back, while the other trailed up your leg, under the many layers of ruffles.

He tilted his head slightly, giving your inner thigh a gentle slap so you'd spread your legs more for him. His fingers graced the material covering your core. "You like being treated like this, huh?" He smirked as he felt the heat coming from you, moving his hand up and over the elastic of your undergarments in one swift, practiced motion. You shuddered under his touch.

"Always so sweet, and innocent," he traced his middle finger down you, then back over your entrance, and up to your sweet spot, "who knew you could be so dirty." Javier wasted no more time playing with you, instead he just inserted a finger, and then another, his other hand on your chest keeping you down against the cot. You groaned quietly in response, you thighs closing around his forearm.

You were craving more than his fingers, and Javier knew from your body language. He sped up his movements, his cock throbbing and begging to be inside you as he took in every single one of your breathy moans. "Javier," you dragged out his name, his fingers working wonders inside you. You reached your hand out to stroke him, "please."

Javier removed his fingers, making your insides feel like they were twisting in sexual frustration. You raised your head, seeing him wipe himself off on his own jeans. "Quiet." He stepped back, his eyebrow raising slightly before he took off his poncho. "Do you want to risk being caught, legs spread for me like this?"

You sat up slightly and closed your legs, but only a little. "It's not like they don't already know what we're up to, Dutch clearly saw you drag me in here." You and Javier had been very open about your relationship, purely because it was damn near impossible to hide, living with 20+ people. You figured they'd know not to walk in on you.

Javier hummed. "I suppose Dutch will want to have a word with me later," he shrugged off his blue jacket, then his scarf, and finally his shirt before he graced your eyes with his bare torso. The sight of his dark hair and subtle v line in the lantern light made your nether regions throb. You leaned back with a groan, your own hand hoisting up your skirt again and wandering down to where you needed it most.

"Ah," Javier tutted, returning to his original spot next to you and taking your hand away, "I don't think so." He moved closer to your legs, removing your undergarments this time and running his hand down your inner thigh, back to where he'd left off. "Not unless I say so. Understand, querida?" He slid his two fingers back inside you as he asked.

"Y-yes, yes Javier," you struggled for words. It didn't take long before your moans spurred him into placing his free hand on your lower abdomen, and, pressing down over your skirt, he sped up. You squirmed under his touch, worrying he may get more than he bargained if he kept this rhythm.

"Javier, I'm so close." Javier's eyes met yours, his thrusting slowing only a little. "I can tell," his thumb moved to circle your clit, his fingers still inside you. "But that's too bad." He pulled his fingers from you and slapped your pussy once gently, before moving his wet fingers to your mouth and muffling your incoming protest groan.

Watching you taste yourself on his fingers made something click inside him. He'd never dared to do such a thing before, and now he regretted having resisted the urge every time the idea had popped into his head. Javier helped you up, stealing a few kisses, tasting you on your own lips before he repositioned you.

Once he'd got you comfortably on all fours on the cot, he climbed behind you and sat back on his heels to admire the view in front of him. Your skin was glistening, wet with desire. "Beautiful," he breathed out, his thumb running down your folds once more, parting them at your entrance.

Your limbs were weak for his touch and dirty words, you shook ever so slightly in anticipation. "You ready for me, hermosa?" He brought himself to his knees and slid his tip between your legs, gathering the slick your body was producing plentifully for him. "Ready to take it all like the little whore you are?"

His palm bounced off your cheeks, bringing the red marks he'd previously left back to life. "Please, Javier," your moans were breathy in need of his length inside you. Javier couldn't resist the sight of you almost dripping down your thighs any longer. "No fuck for money will ever be as good as the one I'm about to give you," and with one smooth thrust he buried himself inside you.

Your moans sent shivers down his spine as he pushed your skirt up higher, his hands gaining access to your lower back and hips. He pulled out entirely, giving you and himself a gentle rub, but his hand soon snaked up towards your shoulders and he brought his tip back to your entrance. He pushed you down gently so your face was against the bed, and let himself all the way inside you as he did so.

"Oh, right there." You let out a quiet moan, stretching your arms out in front of you to grab the end of the cot, your back only arching more as a result. "You like that?" You could hear his smirk through his words as he pulled out again almost entirely, then guided your hips towards his, watching you swallow him up with ease.

"Yes- Javier-" you pulled yourself back up on your elbows, "you feel so-" Javier began to rock his hips against you, "s-so good." The sound of bodies connecting started to resonate around the tent, soon becoming loud enough for any unfortunate camp members close enough to hear. "Don't you forget that again."

"I never-" Javier landed a slap to your ass, a squeal leaving your lungs from the sting. "You continue to lie to me?" He brought his thrusts to an abrupt halt, leaning over your frame and grabbing your neck to pull you back up to his chest. "You're really asking for it, aren't you?"

Javier saw you smile, a clear enough sign that you indeed were trying to push his buttons. "Fine," he pushed you back down, gripping the waistband of your skirt. "Just try to keep it down." Both your moans filled the tent, some of yours almost loud enough to drown out the clapping.

Javier picked you up again, slapping his hand over your mouth but not for a moment slowing down inside you. "Is this you trying?" He grunted, "because to me," his free hand moved between your legs, "it sounds like you want the others to hear you."

You wanted to scoff at the accusation and tell him he was wrong, but all that came out of you were whimpers. His pounding was relentless, you were sure you'd be sore over the coming days. "I see the way they look at you, querida. They all wish they could have you the way I do," he brought his lips to your neck.

"But who can blame them? A woman like you," his hand moved up to hold your belly. "They all wish they had a body like this at their disposal. I'm sure they're all out there, imagining it's them in here with you." He pushed you back down, slowing his speed and slapping your ass. "But maybe that's what you want."

As he pushed you, the motion caused for your flask to fall from your pocket; one you'd sewn on the inside of your skirt for emergency use. "What's this?" Javier turned his attention to the container on the ground, his thrusts slowing even more. He couldn't recall you ever telling him you carried one. "Nothing, Javier. Leave it."

He furrowed his brows at your dismissive tone. "You seem to be keeping a lot of things from me." You shook your head, "I don't want to talk about it." Javier's thrusts remained slow but became more forceful. "I do." You moved your head to the side, enough to be able to see his silhouette in your peripheral.

"It's not important," your words trailed off into a moan, Javier brushing the spot inside you with almost every one of his deep thrusts. "Yet, you're so evasive." You heard him chuckle sinisterly as he wrapped his fingers in your hair. "Guess I'll just fuck the truth out of you."

Javier was rough, rougher than he'd ever been with you, and you loved every single second of it. "What's in the flask?" His voice was husky and his accent thick which only turned you on more. "Oleander-" you yelped, your walls starting to get a little sore, "it's oleander tea."

Javier's thrusts grew sloppy as he neared his high. He was trying his best to hold out as long as he could, but the way you gripped him and the noises you produced made the task at hand all the more difficult. He untangled his fingers from your hair and slowed to a more comfortable pace, confused by your answer but not pushing you further.

"Mierda, no podré aguantar mucho más," Javier mumbled under his breath, and although you didn't understand his exact words, you knew he always reverted to his native tongue when he was close. He pulled out of you, an exhausted sigh escaping your lips.

"Turn," his hand moved to scratch his chin, realizing he may have left it too late to flip you over. You did as asked, flipping yourself onto your back, spreading your legs and presenting your sultry eyes. "No me mires así, (y/n)," he smiled, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him, not wanting to admit he was barreling towards coming before you; not what he'd planned.

Javier didn't have to fear for long though, the moan you released as he thrust inside you showed him you wouldn't be able to hold out much longer yourself. Your head fell back and your hand moved between your thighs out of habit, craving that extra stimulation he usually allowed you to push yourself over the edge; he usually loved watching you play with yourself.

You squeezed your thighs closed at the feeling, only for him to tut and separate them again, picking up his speed in response. "If I'm letting you, the least you can do is let me see." You moaned at him, your fingers moving down to either side of his cock, feeling him as he thrust in and out of you.

"You gonna come for me, querida?" He leaned forward to push your shirt off your shoulders, before supporting himself with one hand, cupping a breast in the other, and adding a new love bite to your neck. Your walls clenched around him, his words about to drive you over the edge. "Javier," your voice was barely above a whisper, too far gone to reel it back in now if he asked you to.

Javier picked up his speed for mere seconds, the wave rushing through both of your bodies. He chuckled as his hand moved to your mouth once more, muffling your cries. He watched you as you writhed beneath him before he allowed himself the same pleasure, and with a few more thrusts and a very brief warning, Javier spilled himself deep into you, cursing under his breath.

You both stayed where you lay, your bodies tangled, breathless. A wave of tiredness would always hit you both the first night together upon his return. Many a time you'd fallen asleep without a word or a clean up, sometimes with him still inside you. You were both well aware of the risk, but you'd been fortunate enough so far to avoid it. Tonight was a little different though; you still had something you wanted to talk about.

"Javier," you smiled to yourself, your eyes still closed. He hummed and lifted his tired body off of yours, his gaze moving between your legs as he pulled out to watch his spend drip out of you, a sight he'd never grow tired of. "Are you ready to listen to me now?" You tapped the empty space next to you.

Javier gave you one final loving stroke, but lowered your skirt and decided to put his shirt back on before he joined you. The others would soon return and John would need his tent. You felt bad that he'd be sleeping in your filth, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Javier leaned off the side of the cot and picked up your flask, removing the cap and smelling the contents. "No," you straddled him and grabbed the flask in a panic, not wanting him to taste it had he thought you'd lied to him again. "Give me that." Javier looked at you with furrowed brows, his hands resorting to resting on his chest.

"How do you know about oleander? Do I need to sleep with one eye open?" He watched you hitch up your skirt and drop the flask into your hidden pocket, his hand moving to your bare thigh. "No," you chuckled quietly, placing a hand on his chest. "My mother taught me a poem when I was young."

"Love cautiously, the Oleander,

from a distance, behold its blooms.

For within its vibrant grandeur,

death's brew does certainly loom."

"That, and a lover who spends his spare time poisoning his knives with the plant itself." Javier hummed, he had showed you exactly how to do it once. "She didn't show me how to make the tea, of course." You smiled, "my mother was far too kind hearted to even think about making such a lethal beverage. I figured that out on my own, it's not so hard."

That's when it clicked, and you gave him a soft smile as he sat himself up, keeping you on top of him still. "You didn't sleep with that man, did you." His question was rhetorical as he pieced it all together. He felt so foolish, so dirty for having accused you of doing so.

You shook your head no. "I killed him, Javier." You placed a delicate hand on his cheek and brushed gently over his scar with your thumb. "You're not used to taking people's lives. That's why it was so hard for you to do so." His eyes met yours, you could see he was trying not to let them glisten.

"Why did you lead me into believing you had?" His hand moved from your thigh, back to his own. "I didn't," you placed a hand on his, squeezing reassuringly. "You were just too caught up with the idea that I had, that anything I said sounded like a lie, or confirmation to you."

Javier sighed. "I'm sorry, querida, I-" His tone was defeated, annoyed at himself for letting his jealously get the better of him. "Hush," you cooed sympathetically, placing a tender kiss on his forehead. "You're only human." He appreciated you being so understanding, but one last question still plagued his mind. "What about your neck?"

"He was unfamiliar with the smell of the.. liquor," you paused. "He told me he'd let me pour it down his throat if I let him mark mine." You covered the mark with your hand, remembering the stranger's touch and hating yourself for having let him, but at the time you were too dead set on getting the money that it didn't faze you.

"I'm sorry you had to do such a thing." Javier helped you off of himself and wiped away the last of the fluids that'd dripped from you while you'd been sat over him. "The one thing I try to protect you from." He stood up himself, pulling on his jacket and grabbing his poncho and your corset before heading to untie the tent flap.

Javier took your hand and led you just outside, the cold air making your skin goosebump after the warmth you'd created inside the tent. "Head to bed, I won't be long," you smiled, buttoning up your blouse and placing your lips against his. "Understood."

Javier watched as you made your way down to the river below camp. He lit up a cigarette and took a few much needed drags as he watched you undress and wash yourself down. Your features were so beautiful in the moonlight, he was truly enamored of you.

You returned to find Javier sat on his bedroll, eyelids heavy, cigarette between his lips. He took one final drag, watching you sit down beside him before he passed it to you to finish. Everyone had returned from their travels, and though camp was full, it was quieter than ever.

Those who'd been out were too tired to mingle, and those who'd been cooped up were so bored they'd allowed themselves an earlier night. You watched the flames dance as you finished the cigarette in silence. Javier had already lied down, but his hand was on your thigh, his thumb slowly caressing you.

You took a last drag, snuffed out the butt and lied down beside him, your head snuggled into his chest, the same way you had every night for almost a year now. "Goodnight, Javier." You felt him sigh in contentment as his hand moved to your lower back, keeping you close. "Goodnight, my love."

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