Red Dead Redemption 2 - One Shots, Lemons and Imagines

Javier Escuella: Don't Do This - Part 2

(Continued from the previous part, you had run from the camp at the very moment it had fallen apart. You had also left behind your Mexican lover, who continues to seek you out after the fall of the Van der Linde Gang.

Warning: Major language and lemon alert.) 

Word Count: 1705

Reader's Point of View: 

   Since the collapse of the gang, I had been such an emotional wreck. That had been the only family I had ever had, so when I ran, I had no one else to go to. It forced me to get a job and it wasn't the most desirable job among many women. Being a lady of the night never made anyone favorable to men except for drunken, one nightstands. And I normally wasn't the one who was drunk. 

   I was always so uncomfortable with how my arms and my cleavage were exposed. I was wearing this little white tank top with the front laced up, with a bright red skirt that managed to cut through any dark night like class. My hair was also pulled back, several small (Y/H/C) strands hanging down and framing my face. The lights of the main area of the small town were still one, especially the lights of saloon where many of my clients requested to do the deed. 

   Tonight had been a terribly slow night. The most money I had to my name now was a measly dollar bill. I hated this job and I hated that I had to do this. But this was the quickest and easiest way. 

   A rather tall man had passed by me, a hood pulled over his head. "Hey, Mister! You looking for a good time tonight?" I called after him, but before I could even finish my sentence, he had stopped dead in his tracks. Tilting my head, I watched as he had done a complete turn and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me up the stairs of the side of the saloon, into the first room we had seen. The man threw me into the room, with me landing on the floor beside the bed. He slammed and locked the door behind him. 

   I had met some very pushy customers but this was getting a bit frightening. I was too frightened to even ask him how long he had wanted to do something. Or what he even wanted. Before I could even think about what I wanted to say to him, he had spoken first. 

   "Did you miss me?" He asked. I automatically recognized the smooth, Mexican accented voice that had asked me that question. He pulled the hood from his head, revealing his tied back, soft black hair and the same bowler hat that I had loved to steal and wear myself. 

   My heart had dropped into my stomach. "Oh... Javier..." My voice had cracked slightly as I stood from where he had thrown me on the ground. "Hello, mi querido." He stated blankly. Javier dropped the hood to the ground as I had pressed my back to the wall. "H-How... How did you know I'd be here?" I stuttered as he began to walk towards me. The glimmer in his eyes that I had previously fallen in love with was no longer there. 

   "One of your 'clients' was someone I am not too fond of, miel." Javier hissed. All of the color had begun to drain from my face. I gulped and answered, "Javi, I really have no control over that." He nodded slightly. "Oh I know," He started, gently bringing a hand to my face and stroking my skin. His hands had become a bit more calloused, several small scars decorating his fingers. Maybe from five finger fillet. Or something much worse. 

   "I know you have no control over who you see. Who you screw." Javier lingered his fingers downward. "Just selling your body to anyone who will take it. Being a little puta." Javier hissed once more, leaning his lips into my ear. Chills had been sent down my spine, it didn't matter that he had just called me a whore. Just as I had gulped back the lump that had formed in my throat, Javier gripped my throat tightly with the hand that had just lovingly stroked my jaw. The other drew his revolver and pointed it at my temple. Choking me with the one hand to ensure I was trapped, he had watched as my eyes had grown wide with fear. I had only seen this side of him once or twice before. But it had never been directed towards me. 

   "J-Javi..." I managed to choke out, holding his wrist with both of my hands. The grip on his wrist tightened and as it did, I saw that small tears had formed in his eyes. His one hand dropped the gun to the floor. Javier kept the one hand against my throat, albeit loosening the grip. Soon, he rested his head against my exposed chest, holding both of my arms in his hands. 

   "I can't... I can't do that..." Javier seemed to tell himself. My back was still pressed to the wall, but I had managed to gain the courage to rest my hands against his forearms. "I thought that I could end the pain. And I thought that by ending you, the pain would stop." Javier admitted. I felt the tears that had rolled from his eyes and cheeks drip onto my chest and clothes. Gently and with caution, I brought my hands from his forearms and to his face. I lifted his face to help his gaze meet my own. 

   "Javier, you know you wouldn't be able to do that. Just like how you know you couldn't abandon Dutch." I whispered to him. Tears had definitely streamed down his cheeks in rivers. I swiped them away from his cheeks as I leaned in slowly, pressing my lips to his. Standing straight up, Javier brought his hands to my cheeks and mirrored what I had done. Several minutes into the kiss, I had grabbed both of his hands and made him sit on the edge of the bed. As he sat on the edge of the bed, Javier grabbed me by the waist gently and brought me to sit in his lap where we continued the make out session. 

   Soon enough, one of his hands traveled to the lace up on the front of shirt and unraveled the knot. I had held his hand that had done this and looked into his eyes. "Javi... You just came back. I thought you'd be a bit more angry with me for doing that." Javier had then sat me beside him on the bed and stood from where he had been sitting. 

   "And see, you'd think that, mi amor. But for some reason something in my mind... Something just doesn't allow me to stay mad at you. There is also something about you that is so magnificently perfect that somehow... Dissolves all the anger I felt from that one moment where you left." Javier had explained. Something was obviously messed up in his mind, some screw had come lose. He didn't seem to be thinking straight, the way he had been before the dissolution, or the disaster, of the gang and it's downfall. 

   I stood from where he had pulled me off his lap on the bed. "Javi... Javi, look at me." I urged him, holding one of his hands. Javier stopped pacing and held my hand, looking me in the eyes. I pulled him back to the bed and laid him down on his back. Straddling him, I unlaced my top and pulled it off, exposing my bare torso. 

   "Are you sure, mi amor?" Javier asked me. As an answer, I leaned down and kissed him roughly. I held his face in my hands as he kissed back. He and I hurriedly ripped off the rest of our clothes, his member and my sex hungry for each other. Javier had always been the dominant one before, and the dominance hadn't been lost. 

   Grabbing me by my shoulders, Javier brought me down to lay on my back with him pulling my legs to each of his sides and positioning his member at my entrance. "Are you ready, mi encantadora?" I blushed at his question. He had never called me that before. "Ready as I'll ever be, love." I answered and with this, he slowly pushed into me. Given that many of the men I had had in the past few months weren't as large as Javier, it took me several seconds to adjust. Both of us had become such mewling messes, myself more then him of course. 

   Javier started with slow, hard thrusts. He knew that when they were slow enough, it bothered me to no end. "I guess you never forgot that I hate being teased?" I asked him, several moans slipping through in between my words. Javier chuckled evilly at me, nodding while slowly increasing his pace. I felt the tip of his member keep repeatedly hitting the same sweet spot that he always managed to hit before we had separated. It was like he was the only one that knew where that spot was. 

   In time, Javier had pushed the limits of what he could do. He was pounding the sweet spot and he knew I had climaxed several times. But he still hadn't met his. "Ugh..." I huffed before switching us so he was on his back once more. I slowly began to roll my hips, his member completely inside me. The rolls had started out at the same, disgustingly slow pace that his thrusts would retain. "Ay, demasiado lento mi amor." Javier hissed as he began to thrust into me which increased my pace. 

   As I had begun to reach my final climax, Javi had finally reached his first. Shouting a bunch of different curse words in Spanish, I felt him completely fill me and watched as he had held his face with both of his hands. Leaning down, I removed his hands from his face and pressed my lips against his once more. 

   "Escape with me, mi amor... Please..." Javier insisted. He didn't need to ask me twice.