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millieisawriter · 5 months ago

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For old times' sake

javier escuella x reader

summary: you stumble upon a man you haven't seen since the gang fell apart. a man you have a history with. a man you now hate with passion, and vice versa. it takes just a few glasses of tequila for the thin line between longing and loathing to get blurry.

wc: 2.3k

warnings: entirety of this is a smut, dub con, hate sex, sex under the influence, use of derogatory/objectifying language, face slapping (like twice only tho), rough sexual practices, spitting (like once), toxicity

obviously this is a 18+ piece, do i have to make it any clearer?

all pics taken from pinterest

♡this was requested♡

a/n: this is what 163 days without sex and a bit of whiskey at midnight did to my writing. hope you enjoy. please don't yell at me. if anyone needs me, i'll be hiding under my bed. also, wrote this one on my phone, sorry for any possible mistakes

"Tequila, por favor," you said, tossing some money onto the bar.

Your accent made it clear you weren't from here. However, the bartender didn't seem to care. He poured you a glass and turned to the next customer. Meanwhile, you brought the glass to your lips and tipped your head back, swallowing the liquid in one go. It burnt your throat, and you loved it. It was a feeling you had gotten used to.

Then you heard it. A voice you hadn't heard in years, and didn't think you'd hear ever again.

"Look who it is," Javier sneered. He was leaning against a nearby wall when you turned to look at him. "Long time no see, traidora."

He looked different. As if the years had been as unkind to him as they were to you. Despite that he looked somehow... more attractive. There was just something desirable in the time and pain written on his face.

But his intense gaze burned through you the same, just like the liquor did to your throat a moment prior.

"Javier Escuella," you mused out loud, smirking as you watched the man approach closer. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"Should've let me keep thinking I'm what you came here for."

"You ain't. But I'm glad I found you. You look good."

"Do I?" he tilted his head. "Maybe it's because I don't have to live with the guilt of betraying my family."

"You wound me, Javier," you theatrically sighed, "are you saying I don't look good?"

Javier smirked and shook his head at your playful comment. It wasn't time nor place to play that game. Yet it was good to know that overly confident side trait never left you.

"You look more than good," the man decided to play along, "you still look fuckable— "

"Ain't you just the perfect gentleman?"

"—like a whore."

The last part caught you slightly off guard, but you quickly composed yourself. "I ain't drank enough to be spoken to like this."

"Next round is on me, then."

Javier slid onto the stool next to you, casually leaning against the counter as if that were just one of friendly reunions. He ordered drinks for the both of you, so at least you hadn't come for nothing.

"I never thought you could get meaner, but here you are," you let out a low chuckle.

"Meaner?" Javier repeated. "I'm buying you a drink, how's that mean?"

"Cause you're just tryna get into my pants."

"I didn't suggest that, not yet at least. But now that you mention it, we could do that. For the old times' sake, right?"

The bartender put another glass in front of you. This time a bit fuller, so you didn't down it immediately. Instead, you took the glass and eyed the liquid inside, as if searching for an answer.

"Usually I like to shoot men that offer me sex," you spoke quietly, your gaze still on the glass, "but you're lucky I'm feeling sentimental and horny tonight."

"Horny never was something you lacked," he drank his own drink, "glad to see that didn't change."

So a few drinks and many smart-ass comments later you found yourself following Javier upstairs, to a room he rented for the night. For old times sake, as he put it. Maybe you were just curious if he was still as good as back in your gang days, back when he was quite an often guest in your tent late at night.

Javier slammed the door shut after the two of your entered the rented room, and no sooner his lips were on yours. The strength of his body pressing onto yours forced you to take a few steps back, your back eventually meeting with the wall. His fingers impatiently undid your corset, then danced with the buttons of a shirt you wore beneath it, but you shouldn't have judged him for the quick pace since your hands were trying to get him undressed just as fast.

You lost the track of reality in that moment, the tension that had been building up in you finally able to get some relief.

"You know," you managed to find a moment to speak again, "I always wondered what I'd do if I ever met you again."

"Mhm," Javier hummed in response, not interested in what you were saying. His focus was mostly on undoing your pants after he had lied you on the bed.

"Thought maybe I'd just walk away. Or maybe I'd kill you. But this... this might be better."

Javier suddenly took your face in his hand. No, actually, he grabbed it. He grabbed it so hard your lips formed a duck face.

"You didn't talk as much shit back in the days," Javier commented. "I really wanted to fuck you, but you're making me wanna put your mouth to a different use."

If you had to do it, you would have. But you'd prefer not to. After all, you hadn't gotten laid in a long time, and sucking a man off wouldn't help you out in any way. Maybe for the first time you wished you had shut up sooner.

Javier's thumb brushed over your lower lip as a devilish smile appeared on his profile. "Are you gonna keep talking," he let go of your face and gave it a little slap, "or will you give me what I want, hm?"

"Only if you'll give me what I want," you shot back.

That was basically the last sentence that left your mouth before it was stuffed with Javier's cock. The man perched on the edge of the bed, his legs spread to make space for you on your knees.

His dick seemed to fit in your throat like a missing piece of a puzzle. Almost as if every curve, every vein was designed for your throat to take. His size made you fight holding back a cough, and as much as you could stop it by occasionally pulling away to run your tongue over the tip, you had to close your eyes to stop the tears which only increased every time Javier forced your head back down. You couldn't give him the satisfaction.

When the man saw that, he yanked your head back by your hair, stopping you. "I want you to look me in the eyes."

Unfortunately, it seemed you'll have to give him the satisfaction. As you opened your eyelids, the tears ran down from the corners of your eyes, ruining the eyeliner you had on.

"Back to work now," he ordered, and for some reason you obeyed without an argument.

His hand was still in your hair, now just gently resting there, as your mouth descended down his cock again. You did it slowly, and never breaking the eye contact, as he wished.

A low groan left the man's mouth when his hand started to set the pace and rhythm. At one point stopping the cough became impossible, you couldn't help but choke after his cock hit the back of your throat for what felt like the hundredth time. The faster he started to guide your head, the more afraid you were that's how it's gonna end. And you'd be left there with no profit.

Just then, he once again pulled your head away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth with the tip of his cock. "Enough," he rasped heavily, "I didn't drag you up here just for that."

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, giving the man a smirk. "I was starting to get worried."

"Worried I'd forget you're not a paid whore?"

His comment ignited a flicker of anger in you. "And here I was hoping you'll pretend to have kept an ounce of courtesy."

"Am I wrong, though?" he asked, helping you up. "Isn't that what you'd always been to me?"

You shoved him back so that he lied down, and your hands were on his chest as you straddled him. "From what I remember, you were obsessed with me."

"There's a lot of things a man will say or do to get what he wants."

With that, he pulled you into an aggressive kiss. He didn't let you be the one in advantage for long. His strong arms grabbed you in a way that let him easily turn so that you were now underneath him.

"Don't treat me like..." you stuttered out, "like I'm some kind of an object..."

"Mhm," he muttered against the skin of your neck, his lips marking you even if this would never happen again.

"...b-because I ain't just—"

He interrupted you. "Of course you ain't," his tone was mocking, and as he said the sentence, his dick entered your heated core with a violent force.

It was as if he had done it for the first time. You were tight, and his dick was hard as a rock. You thanked yourself in your thoughts for being such a horny little bitch, because it would have been quite painful if your cunt hadn't been dripping from all that build up tension.

Secretly, you liked the way he talked to you. You didn't remember him to be this disrespectful, he was always putting up an appearance of a hopeless romantic. Turns out it was exactly what it was, just an appearance to get laid easier. Now he knew he didn't have to pretend anymore. But you liked it. It was something that made your mind beg for more.

"Fuck, Javier," you involuntarily moaned out. You didn't plan on doing that, but the way his dick pounded into your cervix, like it was going to leave a bruise, made you see stars.

"Mhm, what is it?" he asked, one of his hands going to grab your face again. "What are you calling my name for?" and he gave you another slap on the cheek.

"I fucking hate you," you declared right into his face.

This time he didn't have any smart comment to shoot back with. Instead he forced his thumb into your mouth, making you open it just so that he could spit into it.

"Swallow it, puta."

You caught yourself fulfilling his order before thinking about it. His spit tasted no other than the alcohol you had drank tobegher earlier, with a tint of tobacco.

You hissed, "You're disgusting."

"And you talk way too fucking much."

He pulled out of you just to quickly take ahold of your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as if punishing you for talking back. With one quick move, Javier flipped you over onto your stomach.

"Ass up."

You weren't going to listen this time. "No."

He laughed darkly, the sound filled with sarcasm. "You don't get to say no."

He didn't need your obedience to force his dick back inside. Since you didn't want to do as he said, he was going to deal with that another way. He pounded into you as you lied flat on your stomach. You thought he couldn't fuck into you any deeper, but this position proved you wrong.

It felt too damn good for you to try to restrain the moans that were spilling out of your mouth. You knew it was serving to feed Javier's ego, and you hated the idea of it.

So you had to insult him a little more between the thrusts. "You're... a... fucking... idiot!"

It didn't stop his thrusts from becoming harder, more forceful, a punishment to your defiance. In fact, your words only spurred him on. The bed creaked beneath the strength of his movements.

You hated the way your own body betrayed you. The way your pussy got more and more wet by the moment. Well, at least you didn't have to look Javier in the face.

"Seems you're into it," the man retorted as the room grew rich into the squelch of your dripping core gratefully taking his cock.

"All these years and you're the same asshole," you tried to argue, at the same time subconsciously tilting your pelvis back. "Oh, shit," you whined at the sensation of his dick being buried even deeper than before.

The line between hate and desire blurred completely. Your body gave in to the pleasure, and you let the man do whatever he wished to.

You felt Javier slow down for a moment, just to grab your hips and force them up. He had you where he wanted you from the beginning. Before you could even think of anything to say, he slammed into you, now the sound of his skin slapping against yours more apparent than ever.

You buried your face into the pillow that muffled your sounds at least to some extent. The more he fucked into you, the less you could think, and maybe he finally fucked the ability to talk back out of you. The tension in your lower abdomen grew tighter, every inch of your body begging for a release.

"Fucked out whore," Javier said, but your head was empty of any replies.

All you could do was grip the sheets tighter. Your body was moving on its own, rocking in the right rhythm to cooperate with the man. His force, with which he took you, rid your mind of any thoughts. You just needed to hold on, because it felt too damn good, and you were too close to the edge, to fight it anymore.

"Fuck, I can't hold it anymore," the man grunted through gritted teeth. You could feel his cock starting to twitch, and you knew it could mean only one thing.

Javier's breathing grew more rugged as he neared his climax. Feeling you tighen up around him was all he needed. With one final deep thrust, he buried himself inside you. You cried out, having reached your peak at the same time. Your cunt pulsed around his twitching cock as he shot his release into you. It was warm, flooding your core, filling you up to the brim.

And that was it. You let him treat you like a whore for old times sake. Was it worth it? It was a question you were going to have a lot of time to ponder over.

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