lillythecoolone

[lillythecoolone]

"𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬"

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩? 𝙅𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙔𝙤𝙪 a/n: my grammer and punctuation, may not be the best because english is not my first language. Hope it's okay, and that you will still enjoy the story! Feel free to request any character (could be outside rdr also!) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It had never been easy, keeping a secret relationship with Javier. What if the gang found out- or busted you two doing something. You two could never take any chances. That meant stolen touches behind wagons, kisses barely hidden behind trees when no one was looking. At night, when everyone was half drunk or asleep, that’s when it was safest for you two, to do something. Javier would give you that smirky look, signaling to you, that you two should meet tonight. And everytime, you would pretend to walk off alone. And a few minutes later, you would hear a faint rustle from behind you, followed by big, warm and scarred hands around your waist, pulling you in.

You always liked that. Meeting in secret. If the gang members found out, you would surely be thrown out since you had just joined. Wouldn't it be weird, joining a gang only to just get into a secret relationship with a random guy, after just a few months. Javier on the other hand, didn't care, maybe he was just with you for pleasure. Still, every time he touched you, like really touched you, it felt like more than just a fling. The way he whispered your name like it meant something to him. The way it curled on his tounge. The way his hands would linger a little too long after, like he didn’t want to let go. But the doubt crept in when the sun rose. Javier would go back to being smooth talking, charming Javier. You’d catch glimpses of him laughing with with the girls, or humming Spanish songs while oiling his rifle before going on guard duty, not even glancing your way. You told yourself not to care. Not to expect more. He probably *was* just in it for the thrill. You were the new one, after all. He didn’t have to be serious. And you? You weren’t supposed to feel serious things for him either. But deep down, you did. - You were already leaning against the tree where you usually met, heart thudding with that familiar nervous excitement you always felt when you two agreed to meet. You expected the usual: hands on your hips, lips against your neck, that low chuckle he always gave when he made you gasp. Instead, he stepped out of the dark and didn’t touch you right away. He just looked at you. Quiet. Almost serious. It scared you. Was he "breaking up" with you. Did he change his mind right then and there?

"You ever think about what we’re doing?" he asked, voice low and not quite teasing this time. You blinked.

“What do you mean?”

He hesitated, then moved a little back, almost like he didn't want to be there. Like he felt disgusted or was scared of you. Your stomach twisted. That cold, familiar panic welled up in your chest. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe you were just a passing thrill and the weight of it finally caught up to him. You took a step back too, arms crossing over your chest like armor.

“If… if you don’t wanna do this anymore,” you said, trying to sound casual and failing, “you can just say so.” H e looked at you, and there was no disgust in his eyes, just something you couldn’t name. A flicker of guilt, maybe.

“No,” he said quickly, stepping forward again. “No, it’s not that.” You stayed quiet. Waiting. Afraid to hope. “I just...” he ran a hand through his loose hair, he always had his hair up, it looked good on him. But damn, loose hair suited him.. very, well. He looked frustrated with himself. “This ain’t just messing around for me, alright? I try to keep it like that, because it’s easier. Safer.”

He finally reached for you, one hand gentle on your arm. “But then I see you, and I forget how to be careful. And I know if they find out, and then Dutch might send you packing. Or worse.” The silence hung between you like smoke. “So yeah,” he added, voice rough, “I think about what we’re doing. I think about it too much.”

You softened then, the tightness in your chest loosening just a little. The words weren’t perfect, Javier wasn’t good at that kind of thing, but you could feel the truth in them. He *was* scared. Just like you. Slowly, you reached up and touched his cheek. He leaned into it like he’d been waiting. "Then let's just be careful," you whispered.

And this time, when he kissed you, it wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t greedy or full of heat. It was slow. Like a promise. - A few months had passed, and you were getting more comfortable. The once stolen glances had turned into quick smirks over the stew pot. Light brushes off his fingers when you handed him ammo. A wink when he walked by singing, guitar slung across his back like he owned the whole damn world. It wasn’t a full on anouncement. You and Javier were still careful, but less paranoid. You’d flirt when it felt safe, laugh a little louder when he told his stories, lean into him just a bit when the nights grew colder and darker. You flet safe with him.

And people had started to notice.

You’d catch Charles glancing at the two of you with a raised brow and the ghost of a knowing smile. Mary Beth giggled one night when she saw you duck out of camp after Javier left not long before. Wonder why... And Uncle, yeah Uncle flat out muttered, “Hmph. 'Bout damn time that gal' settled down,” before taking another swig from his beer bottle. But no one said anything about it. No lectures, no judgment, no Dutch making it a thing, maybe he hadn't even noticed. Maybe they were just used to it. Maybe they respected you both enough not to make it their business. Or maybe, just maybe, they liked seeing Javier smile a little softer when you were near.

One evening, as you sat on a crate near the fire, Javier dropped down beside you, knees brushing. He handed you a beer without asking. You smirked.

“You tryna' make me fall for you or something?”

He chuckled, low and smooth. “That already happened, hermosa. You just didn’t notice.” Across the fire, Karen raised her mug in a toast with a sly grin. “Ain’t no secrets last long in this gang.” And just like that, the last of the tension in your chest eased.You weren’t just sneaking around anymore. You were *his* , and everyone already seemed to know. a/n: no, no, i didn't forget what you all waited for. Ready fior it to get steamy? - That night, the camp was quiet. The fire had burned low, and the only sounds were the soft chirping of crickets and the slow rhythm of horses shifting in their sleep. You lay awake in your bedroll, staring at the canvas above you, heart already thudding in anticipation. You didn’t even need to look up when the tent flap shifted—you felt him before you saw him. His presence was always warm, magnetic. And tonight, it crackled with something more.

“Still awake, cariño?” he whispered, low and quiet. You sat up, already reaching for him. “You’re late.” He grinned, that familiar smirk curving his lips as he sank down beside you. “Worth the wait?” You didn’t answer with words. You leaned in, capturing his mouth in a kiss that said everything for you. His hands, rough and warm, found your hips immediately, pulling you into his lap as if he couldn't stand the inches between you. The kiss deepened, slow, then hungry. His tongue tasted like whiskey and something sweet, and you let yourself melt into him, fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair. He groaned into your mouth, his voice low and gravelly. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

Your laugh was breathless against his lips. “Good.”

His hands roamed beneath your shirt, calloused palms dragging over your skin, slow and reverent. You gasped softly as his mouth found your neck, peppering it with kisses that grew hotter, more insistent. His stubble scraped just enough to make you shiver. “Quiet now,” he murmured against your throat, nipping lightly. “Don’t want the whole camp hearin’ how good I make you feel.” The thrill of being caught never quite left, even now. And with his voice like that, low, deep, sinful, it made it even harder to obey. You unbottuned his vest, and tugged of his shirt under it in one motion, running your hands across his chest, feeling the heat of him, the hard muscle beneath your palms. He sighed like he’d been waiting for your touch all day. Maybe he had. Time blurred in that moment, heat building slowly, tension winding tight, until the only thing that existed was him. His hands. His mouth. The sound of your breath mixing with his. And when you finally sank into each other, bodies pressed close, hearts thudding in unison, it wasn’t just lust anymore. It was something deeper, quieter. Something that made your chest ache in the best way. He kissed your temple, his hand brushing through your hair as he held you afterward.

“You’re not just some secret to me,” he said, barely louder than a breath. You smiled, still dizzy from the way he touched you, the way he made you feel wanted, needed. “I know.” His kissed grew more intense, and rougher. And the moans grew to another level of loud, but you had to be quiet because the whole camp could hear it. "Don't hide, hermosa" he grinned, he wanted the camp to hear that you were *his*. You blushed, feeling his growing bulge between your throbbing legs. "Please.." You begged him in between kisses. "What?" He smirked, stopped kissing you for a short while. Hids mouth was hungry. But you pressed his head down. Signaling something you so dearly ached for. Something your pussy do dearly ached for. He smirked, he groaned flirtly and maked his was down. He lifted you dress, took out your undergarments, not breaking eye contact, and the only thing you could do was to look at him achingly and impatient while he did it. When he finally had everything off, you laid completely naked. Bare breasts and nippels so hard, that they could cut through glass.. almost. He smirked and broke eye contact, looking at something that was so wet it was almost like a waterfall. He leaned down and began kissing you clit, sending chocks up trhough your whole body by the oh so clean pleasure you felt by it. And then, tounge work began. His tounge moved expertly through your folds, the juices covering his tounge in one lick. The pleasure was so overwhelming, that you screamed out into your clothes that laid freely beside you. Just to cover the screams. He smiled, and your felt the weirdly looking beard on your folds when he did, just more pleasure, you thought. When you were almost there, he stopped. "No! why did you do that?!" You sais exhausted and angrily you body still shaking for the nearly orgasmn you awaited, but it never arrived. He smirked again, and unbottoned his pants. Revealing a larger member than you expected. You were flabbergasted, in a good way. He leaned down and spreaded your legs even more. Then inserted it. And waves of fulfillment chocked your body. More and more moans escaped your lips when he started moving, faster and faster. His groans also grewing higher and louder "Fuck, your so tight, hermosa" (hermosa - beautiful) He leaned down and kissed you, cancelling some upcoming moans from your mouth. This was a big risk. Laying in your tent, people sleeping just a few meters away from you. Risky. Made it even more freaky and sexy. You felt your orgasmn knocking on the door again. And javier noticed by the louder moans he so desperately tried to cover with his kisses. But it he didn't sucseed by covering them. And a final loud one escaped your swollen lips when you came. And apparently that was also the breaking poibnt for Javier. He pulled out fast and came over your stomach. The white liquid felt warm, and you began to feel tired. After javuier had cleaned you up, he layed down beside you, cupping one of your breasts, and mumbleing spanish short phrases into your ear, praising you, you guessed by the nicknames he had given you, you remembered those. He kissed your ear, neck, cheek, mouth. And soon after, you fell asleep in his arms. Naked, in the cold and airy night. Surrounded by properly awakedned people now. - The next day felt akward, people gave you looks. Not bad ones, but ones that smirked a little. Esecially Arthur who was sleeping in his wagon just outside of your tent. You blushed by the looks, and kept your distance for the rest of the day. Avoiding the "camp mom" Susan. Just not to get scolded. Because word got around camp fast, and you were sure everyone knew already. a/n: That was the story! i hope yall liked it. Please feel free to request any other charcter: smut? head cannons. i can do anything!