This is the first time I've asked, and honestly, I'm a little embarrassed, but I definitely need more Lloyd on this Tumblr.
So... we all know how jealous Lloyd is of Javier's love letters, right? He can't even hide it. But despite everything, he's never shown genuine interest in any of Javier's millions of fans. But what if he was interested in one? Well, I'll leave the rest to you. I know you're an amazing writer; and we all know jealousy is a hell of a drug.
Jealous!Lloyd Frontera x reader
Hehehe... jealousy fics...my favourite
Lloyd was well aware and accustomed to how women, and honestly- anyone with eyes seem to flock to Javier. After the first couple of interviews of being mistaken for a commoner, because his face was so "bland" next to Javier's was both humbling but also something he'd grown to desensitize himself to. He'd roll his eyes with a sarcastic glare as Javier got handed so many things on a platter, things he would then have to fight tooth and nail for, simply for being less blessed at birth. It was a biting feeling that clawed at the edges of his mind from time to time. He had learned to control it, he really had.
To him, you were something special, lovely. Someone he wanted to keep by his side for as long as he could. You didn't do anything noteworthy, a simple waitress at your grandparents restaurant, just esteemed enough to make Lloyd a regular visitor but also simple enough that he could make conversation with you when you came to wait his table. He never thought he'd be able to smile so genuinely for anyone since he transmigrated, not until you. Your conversations made him feel too normal, too at ease. Your very presence all too familiar to a face back in Seoul that hurt to remember.
And that was it, he was simply endeared by you, whether or not you felt the same was uncertain to him but honestly...if you keep treating him so normally, smiling at him like he was anyone else, he might just find it in himself to believe it. Even if it comes with this lingering guilt...
Lloyd was undeniably interested in you, there was simply no doubt to it. If I have one nice girl what does it matter if Javier has thousands? Is what he thought. He was pretty confident you weren't the type to just fall for any good looking face, smiling sheepishly to himself as he remembered that one night you came all too close to describing him as your ideal person, when he'd brought up that you could easily find a handsome man to marry some day.
And if things worked out for him, just this once...he'd like to try and be that man for you. To the fullest of his potential.
But at the end of the day Lloyd was still human, he'd frown subconsciously when you had to serve a table with a conventionally attractive man on it. Hell- even average was enough to have him looking a little low, seeing you smile and converse with them just as you do with him. Times like these he questioned if he was just deluding himself on what he meant to you. After all, what he said was true.
You could easily find a handsome man to marry.
So it's to no surprise that after a long night of construction, dusk beginning to break that Lloyd was exhausted; but satisfied at the work completed so far. Rolling his stiff shoulder with a sigh as he swiped coal and dirt from his cheek thanks to all the digging that happened in the mines. He was about to turn back onto the path that lead back to the Frontera estate before something caught his eye. A glint of metal in the pale sky which immediately reminded him of the pin you wear when you work shifts at the restaurant. It was hard to watch how he visibly perked up, eyes darting to find the source of that light that he recognised undeniably as being you. Perhaps hoping to ask what you were doing out so early- or late, whatever you called it he'd go with it. The light smile on his face immediately dimming when he catches sight of Javier, standing opposite you. Looking just the perfect picture of strength and poise as he looked down at you calmly, sleeves rolled and nodding softly at whatever it was you were telling him.
He paused in his steps, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach, gut clenching as he gripped his shovel with a shaking grip. He couldn't look away, couldn't walk away, couldn't even speak. He was stuck frozen, watching from a distance as he looked on helplessly. He tried to convince himself that maybe you were only seeking help, perhaps had a question about the current construction and happened upon Javier first. All these theories only quelled his doubts for so long because not soon after you reached into your satchel and pulled out a carefully folded letter, a white envelope, sealed with golden brown wax, and shakily presented to the silver-haired man.
Lloyds mouth went dry, gaping for a moment before wrenching shut, jaw tight as he swallowed thickly, trying not to lose himself right there and then. The last straw was the surprised look on Javiers face as he took the letter from you and pocketed it carefully. Lloyd scoffed bitterly, the sound too shaky to seem unhurt by the sight in front of him. Turning back onto the path, unwilling to watch anymore, feeling like a damned fool.
He wanted to scream, shout at something. He wondered if it was own fault. That maybe hiding you from Javier only made you more intrigued. Why wouldn't you wonder about the tall, mysterious knight always at his side but never at the table? Why wouldn't you find Javier ideal, he could easily meet your standards too he just had a pretty face to boot. All these things raced through his mind as he trudged his way back home.
From then on quite a few things changed. Things you were not at all pleased about.
Lloyd stopped coming to your family's restaurant in his pockets of free time, not even to order a drink just for the excuse of seeking your company. What was strange though is that his parents would come occasionally, as if taking his place. It was nerve wracking serving the two, so much more refined and regal seeming than whatever the enigma of Lloyd was. But after serving them for a couple of nights you'd worked up the courage to finally ask why he'd stopped coming around. To your confusion they only shared a knowing look and said he just had a lot of work going on.
You had expected the excuse, but the Lloyd you knew somehow made out time- even if it was just for a few minutes, to check in with you and give you a brief update on what's going on. His sudden disappearance hurt, hurt more than it should've. And you couldn't help but wonder if you were selfish for wanting a section for yourself in such a busy man's schedule.
Plus you'd lost your favourite customer, and best tipper. Sure his parents were lovely but they couldn't replace that fiend.
And unfortunately you weren't the only one on the recieving end of Lloyd's cold shoulder. Javier was too. He could hardly get much of a reaction out of the brunette anymore, to his great dismay. He seemed to bury himself more in work than he could already handle, much more resistant to any distractions outside the construction site, giving clipped answers instead of a usual awe inspiring speech. Weird, he had thought, but believed it was due to how hard he was pushing himself all of a sudden. He had even made a mental note to perhaps get the young master to rest, or even wind down at the restaurant you worked at, knowing he used to frequent it.
Though the day the swordsman realised it was more than exhaustion that was keeping Lloyd at a distance was the genuine irritation that pinched his features when yet another maiden approached him shyly with a declaration of love sealed in a letter. He'd never seen him so... angry? He'd seen the man, deflated, bummed, vaguely annoyed, when people would mistake Javier as him as the receiver of their love letters. It was a common occurrence, one that he was sure he'd gotten used to but that expression told that a lot more was happening beneath the surface.
It was around the second month of construction and the team was wrapping up for the day and per usual Javier was escorting the young master back to the estate.
With a steady voice, gaze ahead he simply asked, "You've been overworking recently, you don't even go to that restaurant anymore?"
He was surprised at how obviously the man stiffened at the mention of the establishment, for someone so secretive and plotting a lot of the time right now he looked like an open book.
"You said it yourself, I'm too busy working... doesn't mean anything. Hey- Javier, how's [Name] doing...?" It looked like it physically pained him to ask, like just saying your name wasn't something he was allowed to do anymore.
And naturally, Javier was confused. He hadn't spoken to you anytime other than when you gave him your letter. Yet for whatever reason Lloyd was speaking as if the two of you knew each other personally. So without thinking he said "How would I know?"
Faltering slightly at how the question seemed to trigger the the developer into giving him a light scowl, "Shouldn't you know? Don't be careless just because you gotta pretty face. You should be checking in."
For a while, he was stunned to silence, unsure where this miscommunication could've possibly have started. Glancing towards the young master he noticed he didn't look as angry anymore, just wearing this wary look of defeat that was honestly jarring to see on a man that's accomplished everything he's wanted this far. The benefit of remaining composed in this situation was a life saver as he finally caught on.
He must've seen you giving him that letter.
The moment he realised he had to bite down on his tongue hard, in fear of bursting out laughing and only incurring more of the engineers wrath. Though he couldn't help the smallest snort which he covered up by clearing his throat, to which Lloyd only spared him a pointed glance.
He remembered what he had told him that day, your letter still neatly tucked away in his cupboard. Just a little longer now, just as you'd asked. So in the mean time Javier only smiled lightly, in that cryptic way that always annoyed Lloyd because it always meant he knew something he didn't.
"You're right, my apologies."
It was the night of the festival, the moon was high in the sky and the streets were packed with people. Fairy lights hung from the posts of house to house, golden red lanterns being lit by parents for the children to send up and stalls of food seemed to fill every corner as music played all around. On events like these nobody was at work except for those working in the food sector, which unfortunately, included you. The restaurant was especially packed, people would often save on events like this and treat their families. And while most of the employees were naturally bummed, having to work on the night of the festival and dealing with more customers than normal you breezed through tables like it was any other day. Far too happy for someone working an especially late shift, yet anybody could tell how genuinely excited you seemed and therefore didn't question it.
Unlike you Lloyd didn't have any work to do for once, he has considered skipping the festivities to look over some things but both Javier and his parents insisted that the people would want to see him there, and therefore, feeling outnumbered, he found himself in the midst of the chaos.
He was lazily eating a sample from a stall selling cheesy potato balls (actually peak btw) when Javier had approached him, gesturing for him to follow. Thinking it was perhaps an emergency or potentially anything that could keep him from straying from thoughts of work and back to you he followed close behind.
His judgement was clear when the two reached a place where the excitement of the festival was now a persistent murmur in the background, his face only scrunching up more as Javier pulled out a letter.
"It's not from me, unfortunately for you I have greater standards."
"Oi- I'm not that- wait..." He cut himself from his own rant, squinting at the letter in Javier's hand before taking it from him.
"Surprisingly, someone's taken an interest in you. I'm quite concerned for them but what can I do..."
"Tsk- this isn't funny, we aren't kids anymore." Lloyd looked at him unimpressed, waving the letter carelessly in the air, one hand in his pocket as he rolled his eyes.
But to his surprise, Javier didn't grin or gloat only smiled, that same knowing smile as he walked away back towards the town.
"I'd be careful with that, she was quite specific on when I give this to you."
And then he was gone, leaving Lloyd standing alone at the edge of the forest. He still seemed utterly unconvinced, even as he broke the seal, brought out the letter and skimread it. Pausing as he did, slowing down immediately when he started to recognise the hand writing, as yours. Whether or not he'd subconsciously memorised it from watching you write his order all the time was both embarassing yet endearing to realise. Though in that moment that was the least of his worries because what he was reading was undeniably a love letter. From you to him. And if he had any more doubts they were silenced immediately by your familiar family signature at the bottom, a heart scrawled next to your name.
He swore in that moment he could feel his heartbeat in his ears, pounding wildly as his face grew hot, blushing a ridiculous amount just from sweet words on a page. In that moment he hated Javier even more because how could he be so unphased by recieving letters like this?? But at the same he felt so stupid and guilty. He had been avoiding you for nearly a whole month, with no way of you being able to reach out even if you wanted to. With the letter firm in his grip and a new steel resolve he sped towards the written location.
You were just rounding up on your shift, dusting your hands on your apron before hanging it up on its designated spot. You were feeling hopeful tonight, you knew he'd be off work today and therefore if he truly felt the way you did he'd have near no excuse not to show up. Subconsciously fixing your hair as you walked towards the lake, shadowed by the oak tree among the hills.
When you got there you couldn't help but keep looking either direction, anxious for him to show up if it wasn't already clear by your pursed lips and how you picked at the lining of your dress.
And when you hear the sound of boots fast approaching your heart skips as you turn towards the source of the noise. The way you smiled so brightly at the sight of him was enough to have him nervous in your presence like it was the first time again.
Before you could even speak, confirm with him that the feelings were mutual his arms were already around you, firm and grounding. You only hesitate for a second before you're chuckling quietly and returning the embrace but that glad smile on your face falters slight by what he says next.
"I'm sorry- I was such an idiot..." Naturally you were confused, hands sliding down to settle at the small of his back as you tilted your head as best you could to see him, though it was difficult with how deeply he has his face pressed against your neck.
"Sorry...? Sorry for what? What happened?" Your confusion only grew as he grumbled reluctantly as he held onto you tighter, as if you'd suddenly change your mind if he didn't hold on tight enough.
"...I thought the letter was for Javier..."
"I saw you, that night when you were giving him the letter... thought it was for him."
The moment the words left his mouth, you laughed, hard. Your laughter was so contagious he couldn't help but scoff himself, looking away from you slightly embarassed but still keeping you close.
And in that moment things started to make sense, why he hadn't been coming to the restaurant, why Javier made that random visit that one night to ask if anything happened between the two of you because he's been acting more "unreasonable and childish" than usual.
As if sensing things clicking in your head he made a faint "tsk" as he looked down at the space between you two.
"Lloyd...? Were you jealous?" The grin on your face as you asked made him not want to answer at all, he wanted to hide all over again as he felt his face become progressively more red. Now that he knew what was going on he was feeling embarassed about how out of the loop he was and how badly he misread things.
"So? Obviously I was... everyone likes that bastard, why wouldn't you?"
"I've seen people confess for less."
You can only snicker at him lightly as he holds down on this argument, your hand reaching to cup his cheek and he immediately melts into it.
"God, you're so clueless sometimes...aren't you?"
He didn't argue or protest instead he brought his face closer, nose pressed against the bridge of yours as his hands held firm on your waist, keeping you against him. No words needed to be exchanged, the way you smiled softly, thumb brushing his cheek said more than words could as he closed the distance. Lips pressed softly, carefully to yours before it became more desperate the moment you reciprocated.
Everything about this felt perfect. His lips against yours under the oak tree in the moonlight, the cheers of the townspeople not so far away as the first set of fireworks shot up into the sky, painting it in hues of primary colours. And when his hands slid down further to grasp your hips, still murmuring apologies as his kisses trailed down your neck you knew the night was far from over.
It didn't take much for the two of you to find yourselves in your home, barely able to close the door behind you before his lips were on you again. Rough hands softly guiding you towards the wall and running down your sides.
"Can't believe you like me," a peck on your cheek, "M'so damn lucky..." a kiss to your jaw, "Need you so bad..." yet another kiss to the corner of your mouth.
Honestly you were fairly overwhelmed, for someone who can be so distant and calculating you weren't ready for him to be so easily affectionate, you'd thought it'd be something you'd have to pry out of him in little peices.
But clearly he's been as eager for this as you are."
You laugh softly against his lips, guiding his hands to the lacing of your dress, "Hardly giving me room to breath here..." The moment your hands guided him there his breath hitched, his eyes searching yours to make sure he wasn't dreaming before he's quickly undoing the lace with a skilled precision. I guess tying knots of rope also comes in handy when undoing the bounds of a dress.
The moment he felt the string come undone he shuddered, calloused fingers tracing the curve of your spine with a gentle reverence as he placed an open mouthed kiss to your collarbone. "You're so pretty- I...can I take it off, really?"
The moment you nod he's already pushing the straps off your shoulders, so carefully as if he still appreciated the fabric that adorned you.
"I should help you out to hm?" He was too dazed looking at your breasts sat in your bra, so soft and exposed to his wandering gaze to register what you said until he felt your hands nudging off his brown trench coat, immediately undoing the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt, his breath stuttering under your touch.
You were about to suggest going to your room but the moment your hands grazed the bare skin of his stomach his mouth was on yours, hot and whiney as he had your back pressed against the wall. Unable to resist returning the intensity of his kiss you let him keep you there, your own hands wandering across planes of defined muscle.
"Gonna take this off- please?" He was practically begging, fingers already tugging at your bra strap as he kissed along the side of your face. You were beginning to notice a slight pattern as his other hand traces the rim of the fabric covering your chest, barely resisting pressing his palm against you.
"You like 'em that much...? Sound like you'll cry if I say no." You giggle at how he frowns at your words before almost immediately lighting up as you roll your eyes at him lightly and finally give him your permission.
It's almost embarassing to watch how his fingers visibly shook the moment the fabric was out of the way, interestingly that was the first item of clothing he tossed away with much less care, opting to replace it with own hands. And he'd never admit it but just feeling your pebbled nipples against his palms was enough to get him rock hard.
He was sure he could do this forever, tongue entangle with yours as you panted against each other, sharing the same breath, your tits in his hands as he pulled and fondled at them like he'd never get to again. If he was aware of how he was grinding against your thigh he clearly wasn't ashamed, and honestly, you were into it.
Eventually you broke the kiss, hands pushing back his bangs to get a look at his flushed face, gaze slowly working down his body then up again, not many would understand but he was truly a sight. Especially now when you get to see him like this.
With nothing to distract him from the near painful throbbing in his pants he was just whining against your ear, begging asking you if you could just do it here, that he wasn't trying to navigate the way to your room in this state. And honestly you're hesitant about the idea all until he's unbuckling his pants to the floor and before you could comment your underwear was the next peice of clothing to be discarded before you find yourself hiked up against the wall, thighs braced around his hips as he holds you up with ease.
"See? We don't gotta go anywhere..." He emphasizes his point by grinding his still clothed erection against your cunt, the both of you shuddering at the action. One hand fisting his hair so you could see his face as the other was wrapped around his neck. He damn near moans when your teeth graze his neck, his hold on you tightening at your next words, "Fine...here then, didn't realize you were so eager."
He can't even bring himself to even act slightly offended by your words, using just one arm to hold up around your waist he tugs down his boxers, gasping sharply as he runs his shaft through your slick folds, "Uh huh- can't wait any longer for this-"
Your own pants and moans get heavier the more he works himself against you and once he was sure he was ready he carefully guided the tip to your entrance, nudging it open before he began to slide inside, going inch by inch.
His body pinned you're firm against the wall, his grip on your hips bruising as he finally bottomed out inside you. Your hearts pounded against each others, you could feel the way his body flushed hotter for just a moment when you said something about how full he made you feel, to which he could only bashfully meet your eye as he pressed his forehead to yours. For a while he doesn't move, pecking your lips repeatedly as his hand glided over your back and your chest, in reality he was trying to calm down, trying not to become a complete mess so soon in.
After what felt like ages but was actually just a few minutes of cockwarming him he finally started to move. Your thighs locked tight around him as you both moaned quietly against the others mouth. The hand wandering your body reaches for your hair, fisting it slightly as his thrusts began to build a rythmn, your body bouncing slightly against his. He whimpered against your jaw when you grabbed the back of his neck firmly for support, the sound going straight to your core and making you tense around him and almost immediately he starts to speed up.
It's desperate, needy, the two of you hardly considering the crowds of people celebrating just outside on the street. Too caught up in experiencing each other for the first time.
"F-uck- gonna cum-"he muttered against your ear, his breath ticklish as he twitched repeatedly inside you, clearly close to the brink. You weren't any better, lips permanently parted as you mouthed at his neck, toes curling each time he hit that sweet spot inside you so deep you could never reach yourself. Lidded eyes finding his in the dim lighting of your living room as you kissed him deeply.
"Yeah? M'close too...gonna cum for me?" It was something about the way you said it but the sound went straight to Lloyds cock, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nodded quickly, chasing your lips with his own. It was all happening so quick, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs and hips, probably gonna bruise. His chest pressed firm against yours, mumbling incoherently against your lips before he came with a broken sigh, nails biting into your flesh as he captured your mouth in a deep, persistent kiss as he filled you up, warmth settling in the pit of your stomach. His own orgasm sends yours crashing down on you, your legs lock around his as your nails graze his shoulder blades, causing him to shudder against you.
It was honestly impressive how he was still holding you up despite how much he was shaking from holding himself inside you. Brown eyes, hazy with bliss find yours, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of your nose.
"...Was that good?" He softens as your hand let's go of his hair to stroke through it softly instead, "Yeah- you were incredible... can't believe you're still holding me up."
Giggling softly as he bristles at the compliment, hands still firm on your hips, though it seemed he had another thought on his mind as he lowered you to the ground. You barely stumble thanks to his hold on you, only shivering as he pulls out. What you didn't expect was for him to spin you round, your chest pressed against the wall and his cock nestled against your ass, long fingers splayed across your hips as his back pressed against yours.
"You'd only want me to have you like this, right? No one else?" The words themselves sound possessive but the tone in which he says them makes it seem more like he's just searching for your reassurance. That you like him above anyone else.
"I'm better than Javier, hm?" He pouts slightly as you smile back at him, knowing he was doing a bad job at hiding that lingering jealousy, even if it was nothing in the first place.
You nod, pressing up against him and earning a strained groan from him.
"Lloyd, I've always liked you more."
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