#Im leaning towards all stripes but I don’t mind the skirt either

[ok-i-draw]

Here’s punk n pop Toshie!!!

I did two designs for her as I was unsure what to do, so I’m going to do a poll to see which of these outfits you like better!

[hillbillyoracle]

Androgynous/Masc Leaning Capsule Wardrobe Ideas

In honor of International Nonbinary People’s Day, I offer you the clothing advice I wish I had like 15 years ago. I prefer a small well curated wardrobe but it is so tough to pull that off as a nonbinary genderfluid person. I spent years struggling to make my capsule wardrobe work for me. Every example I saw was either with feminine clothes or with the world blandest men’s clothing. 

For reference, I’m AFAB and live in Kentucky - very hot and muggy in summers, can get quite cold (-20 F) in winter but it’s usually mild with highs are in the 30F-40F range most days. This is the advice I’d give my younger self if I could. 

Focus on 10-15 Core Items

While I am fluid, I consistently spend most of my time “inbetween” these days. Having a neutral to masc learning main wardrobe with some feminine items to mix in wound up working best for me. So here’s the masc leaning base wardrobe I recommend. 

~3 x Button Ups - I went with short sleeve Hawaiian shirts for myself because I love bold patterns. You can find a lot of Hawaiian shirt these days that don’t have stereotypical “island” patterns on them while still being pretty light and breathable in summer. If your style leans more classic, consider oxford cloth button ups. You might need more button ups if you work in a business casual setting. 

~3 x Tees - I like graphic tees, specifically hand screen printed ones so that’s what I go with. But if your style is more classic then consider investing in some good quality solid color tees. 

~3 x Casual Tops - for me this is a tank top, turtleneck, and a Henley. But you might consider a collarless button ups, plain long sleeve shirts, and ringer style long sleeve shirts. 

~3 Pants - for me, I have black and stone washed denim since those are my favorites. I look for tapered fits over skinny or boot leg where I can. I have one pair that’s a jogger style I quite like. You might look for chinos or khakis if you have a more formal dress code at work but they’ll still work with graphic tees and other tops if you style them right. 

~3 x Layers - for me this is a cardigan, a flannel, and a hoodie. You might consider v neck or crew neck sweaters, cable knit sweaters, and fair isle sweaters as well. 

Feminine Clothing Module

What’s nice about this approach is that you can then create a feminine clothing module that plays nicely with your main wardrobe. 

For me this looks like

1-2 Dresses - I have a maxi tee dress and a long sleeved linen dress since that works more for everyday wear for me. 

1-2 Skirts - I don’t have any presently but the next big feminine swing I have I’ll be ordering a nice linen skirt in my favorite color. 

1-2 Casual Tops - I don’t have any presently after my last big wardrobe edit but business casual shell tops, camisoles, and cowl neck tops work well here. 

1-2 Layers - I have a linen blazer in a women’s cut and a long striped duster. You might consider a kimono style shrug/wraps, sweaters in a more feminine cut, and women’s cardigans

You don’t need a lot here because so much of the main wardrobe can be mixed with a feminine element or two and it becomes much more feminine - especially if you’re AFAB but even if you’re AMAB. It doesn’t take a lot a feminine clothing to make an over all outfit look more feminine and subtle touches work just as well as more overt styles ime.

Sizing

Sizing is tricky as hell. I’m plus size (size 18-20 in women’s pants) and especially trying to find masculine stuff with the right fit is a pain. I really recommend going in to try things on if you’re able but if not get comfortable with the idea you will likely need to send things back. Yes you can take measurements but those measurements are still listed with different proportions in mind. 

For men’s clothes I lean toward a slightly oversized fit - as most men I’m around do. For women’s clothes, I lean toward a slightly tight fit - as most women I’m around do. Look at the people around you and see which fits they lean toward and opt for that where you’re able to for yourself. 

Shoes, Outwear, Special Occasions

Shoes - I tend to opt to go neutral in my shoes and outerwear. Not in color or pattern mind you but gender. For shoes, I currently have 3 pairs - a pair of crocs (with spikes), running shoes/sneakers (old Champion brand slip ons), and a pair of Doc Martens. These are good options if you’re AMAB too because the sizing is unisex or available in similar styles for men and women. Other good options are Vans, Chucks, any hippie sandal brand you can think of. “Nicer” shoes are great but often pretty gendered. I lean toward getting “nicer shoes” that are opposite my assigned gender when I do grab them. 

Outerwear - I also tend to opt for gender neutral options for outerwear too. Since it doesn’t get terribly cold here, I stick to a micropuff jacket from North Face and layer a black denim jacket over it when it gets cold. When I wear it with masc stuff, blends in. When I wear it with feminine stuff, it adds a slight edge I like. Pea coats are decent options as well. If you live some place real cold, a lot of the long winter coats are basically the same between genders, just different fits. 

Special Occasions - I would recommend not worrying about special occasions until or unless they come up. I have the same two “special occasion” dresses that I’ve been using for years because they come up so rarely and I can’t bare to spend too much money on something I’ll wear maybe once or twice a year. Formal wear is highly gendered and if you learn androgynous it’s a tough needle to thread. For those events with hosts you know, it’s worth reaching out to them to see what they think makes an outfit “formal” - could be nicer cuts or materials, could be rigid gender norms - can’t know until you ask. 

For most special occasions, I do not know the host, so I default very structured looks in accordance with my assigned gender. Still feels a bit edgy but no ones gonna have the guts to say it’s wrong. For AMAB folks you might do the inverse, more flowy looks and colors while still adhering to your assigned gender. All depends on the level of familiarity you have with the hosts and the flack you’re willing to catch. 

Outfits

Some masc leaning outfit ideas: 

button up, hoodie, pants, boots

graphic tee, flannel or cardigan, pants, sneakers

turtleneck, pants, boat shoes

button up, tie, cardigan, pants, chelsea boots

Some fem leaning outfit ideas: 

button up, cardigan, skirt, sneakers

shell top, wrap, pants, sandals

graphic tee, skirt, sneakers

dress, sandals

Conclusion

Hope this was helpful to someone out there! 

[youngbloodlisk]

Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

[hopelikethemoon]

Rockstar (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Rockstar Rating: Explicit  Length: 2900 Warnings: Smut (sex, slight sub/dom, mild roleplay, cumplay, brief cumeating, consensual choking)  Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in January 1999.  Summary: Reader and Javier finally enjoy a little roleplay. 

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“You know what we haven’t addressed yet, baby?” Javier questioned, tracing his fingertips along your arm as you turned to face him. 

“What’s that?”

“Your apparent musical talents.” 

You swatted him lightly on the face, shoving him away from you playfully. “Oh, stop.” 

Javier curled his arm around your waist and pulled you back in close to him, “I’m being serious!” He laughed. “You never told me you played the guitar.”

You pressed your palms to either side of his face, “I was a broody teenager. I wouldn’t call it musical talent.” You rolled your eyes. “I pawned that guitar off before I moved to Atlanta.”

“So you held onto it for awhile, hmm?” Javier arched a brow at you, “Did you play in the academy?”

“Oh my God.” You rolled onto your back and stared up at the ceiling. “I was focused on my studies, I wasn’t sitting around playing the guitar.” You narrowed your eyes as you turned to look at him, “Why? Do you have some weird fantasy of me playing guitar?”

Javier ran his tongue over the edges of his teeth. “It’s not a fully formed fantasy yet.” He turned onto his side, reaching out and resting his hand on your stomach, his fingers fanning out over your skin. “Steve’s got a guitar.”

You grimaced, resting your hand over his. “I know he does. But I don’t know if he’s down for letting us borrow it to live out whatever groupie fantasy you’ve got cooked up.”

“Who said I was a groupie?”

“Oh, right… You’re my security guard.” You gave him a droll look. “Cute that you think a successful musician would be sleeping with her security guard.”

“I think bodyguard is the word you're looking for.” Javier leaned over you so he could press a kiss to your lips. 

“I bet you guard my body very well,” You teased, cocking your head to the side as you looked up at him, running your fingers through his hair. “I guess I can see the appeal.”

His brows rose upwards as he looked down at you, “You guess?” 

“I’m approaching this like I’m a very successful musician.” You shrugged, shifting beneath him so you could hook your leg around his. “Think about all the musicians I’d have access to.” You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip as you tried to keep from laughing. “I bet with enough success, I could get my hands on any actor I want.”

“This is a slightly less fun scenario.” Javier huffed. 

“Only slightly?” You curled your fingers around the back of his neck. 

Javier shrugged as he pressed his knee between your thighs to keep himself hovering above you. “You’d still be here.”

You scrunched up your nose, “You’re a sap.”

“Might be.”

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, before kissing him on the lips. “Good thing I love sappy.” You whispered, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip as you pulled back. “Maybe I’d have some glamorous PR relationship and then come home to you.” You suggested, trailing your fingers down his throat. 

“A PR relationship, huh?” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he stared down at you. “Don’t know how I feel about that.”

You dragged your fingers through his hair and tugged lightly at the strands, “But you’re so sexy when you’re jealous.”

“Yeah?” Javier’s knee slid higher, pressing against the apex of your thighs. “And when have I been jealous?”

You threw your head back against the mattress and laughed. “Javier.” You rolled your eyes, “You get all testy every single time someone flirts with me.” You lightly shoved him in the chest. “Was that someone else back in Colombia? You were a surly asshole when I was dating Lance.” 

“Because I didn’t like him!” Javier rocked his jaw as he stared down at you. “And I didn’t like that he was with you.”

“So picture that,” You started with a smirk, scratching your nails over his shoulders. “Me dating someone for my public persona and then I come home to you.” You scraped your nails down the back of his neck as you leaned up to catch his bottom lip between your teeth. “You’d be so pissy and I’d reap the benefits of that.”

“And what benefits would that be?” Javier questioned, slowly grinding his knee against you. 

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you arched towards him. “You’d have to be right there — protecting me — while I’m with whatever handsome musician or actor they’ve set me up with. Watching me kiss someone else.” You whispered, tracing your thumb over his lips. 

Javier’s lips parted and he caught your thumb between his teeth, his tongue darting out over the tip. “Standing outside your room?”

“Maybe.” You planted one foot against the bed, using it for leverage as you wrapped your leg around his hips, pulling him down towards you. “That would kill you, wouldn’t it?”

He gave a stiff nod. 

“I don’t think I’d be too cruel.” You assured him, dragging your thumb along the curve of his jaw as you stared up at him. “You’d have me all to yourself once we were out of the public eye.” 

Javier leaned down, his breath hot against your lips as he spoke. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Marking you where no one can see. Skirting around each other in public places?”

“There is a certain appeal to the forbidden aspect of it.” You answered, leaning up to brush your lips against his, sucking on his bottom lip. “I just know that whatever alternative world we would live in, I’d still be yours. If you’d have me.” 

“If I’d have you.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Baby, you’re it for me.” Javier told you, letting more of his weight press down against you, allowing you to feel the hard length of his cock trapped between your bodies. 

“Even if I were a high maintenance musician, keeping our private affair a secret?” You questioned, shifting your leg so you could rub it against his cock. 

A soft groan escaped him as his hand moved swiftly to grab at your hip to hold you steady. “Depends on how high maintenance you are.” 

You smirked up at him, wiggling your hips despite his grip on you. “I would require a lot of attention.” You told him, tracing your finger over his lips. “Special attention.”

“Not something your boyfriend could handle?” Javier shot back and your heart skipped a beat at the low tone he’d taken with you. A tone that went straight between your thighs to the growing pool of arousal there. 

“No.” You grabbed at his face roughly, pulling him down into a desperate kiss. Neither of you could typically handle roleplay, but this was toeing the line just right to flip all the switch roleplay never did. 

“No?” Javier questioned, his voice parroting the tone of your own. “You wouldn’t be too ashamed to fuck me, baby? I’d just be some washed up,  former DEA agent turned bodyguard.” 

“Sounds like my type.” You whispered, not quite trusting your voice as he ground his knee between your thighs, causing it to rub right against your clit with his every move. 

“Yeah? I thought you were going to be running around town with some pretty boy.”

“You’re pretty.” You told him, winding your fingers through his hair. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think I’d care who found out about us.” 

Javier arched a brow at you as he ghosted his fingers over your throat. 

“Yes.” You breathed out, lashes fluttering as his fingers closed around the column of your throat — not hard enough to leave marks, but just enough to make your mind go fuzzy at the edges. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works, baby. Big name musician dating her security? They’re not going to go for that.” 

“Fuck them then.” You managed, dragging your nails down his back, hard enough to leave angry red stripes in their wake. 

Javier’s eyes narrowed and you felt your pulse jump as his fingers tightened just a fraction more before he released his hold on your throat. “Wouldn’t want anyone to find out.” He whispered, kissing the curve of your jaw before sweeping his tongue down your throat, teeth nipping are the hollow spot above your collarbones. 

“I wouldn’t care who found out, Javi.” You told him, squirming beneath him as he dipped his hand beneath your tank top, his rough palm playing over the soft skin of your waist. “I don’t care.” 

Javier chuckled against the throat, his teeth scraping gently over your collarbone before he pulled back to meet your gaze. “You don’t care?” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and for a second you felt like the prey to his predator — and you loved it. “What about that PR boyfriend you were going to run around town with? Making me watch as you fell in love with him.”

Your nails dug into his forearms as you stared up at him and he didn’t even flinch. “Who said anything about love?” You scoffed. “I love you.”

“Mhm.” He hummed skeptically. “If you had your pick of celebrities, you’d still go for me?” 

You rolled your eyes as you leaned up to kiss his chin. “You’re it for me too, Javi.”

Javier exhaled slowly as a lazy sort of grin spread over his lips. “Now that is music to my ears.” He cupped your jaw and dipped down to kiss you, before growling out an order. “Roll over.”

He gave you room to comply, readjusting above you as you rolled onto your stomach. Your pulse was drumming in your veins as Javier ran his hand down your ass, needing it through the soft cotton of your shorts, before his fingers found a patch of bare skin just at the leg and he swatted at it lightly. 

You pressed your forehead against your arms, letting out a breathy cry of delight as he repeated the motion again. 

“You like that, baby?”

“I’d like it better if your cock was in me,” You shot back, arching your back beneath him to fit your ass against his lap. 

Javier slid his hand up the leg of your shorts and beneath the edge of your underwear to grab at your ass cheek. “I’d hate it.” He told you. “It would be burn me up, seeing you with someone else.”

“And you’d never—“ Your words were quickly cut off by the feeling of his thumb brushing over the crotch of your underwear. 

“Did you get this fucking wet just thinking about making me jealous, baby?” Javier questioned, working his thumb over your folds, the fabric sticking to your slick flesh. “Fuck.” 

“Yes.” You admitted, biting down on your bottom lip as his thumb found your throbbing clit. Your pulse was rushing and you swore you could feel your pulse there with every stroke of his finger. 

You grabbed at the sheets beneath you, fisting them in your palms as he kept ghosting his thumb over you, driving up the proverbial wall. 

Javier stopped — only long enough to jerk your shorts and underwear down around your thighs. “Did you like that?” He questioned, rubbing at your inner thighs. “You’re soaked.” 

“And empty.” You retorted, tilting your head to look back at him. You felt blood rush to your face as your eyes landed on his already exposed cock. He’d shoved his boxers down his thighs, his fingers curled around his straining length. “Javier.”

“Didn’t know if you wanted this, baby.” He said lowly, his eyes meeting yours. “Thought you might have someone else.” The tone he was using was embarrassingly hot. A little edge of mocking, mixed with lust. It was definitely doing things for you. 

“Don’t be a jackass, Javier.” You gritted out, wiggling your ass to entice him. “Fuck me.” 

“You sure?” Javier taunted. “Wouldn’t want to overstep my bodyguard duties.”

“Keep pushing it and maybe I’ll just get myself off.” You snapped back at him, making moves to get up. 

That got Javier to act on your needs. He grabbed at your hip to hold you steady, using his other hand to guide his cock into you. 

God — you loved this position. You loved the weight of his body crowding over you, the depth he was able to drive his cock into you, the way you felt absolutely trapped by him. As much as you loved being in control — these were the moments you looked forward to surrendering to. 

Javier’s fingers found their way around your throat again, his lips close to your ear as you spoke. “You like this, baby?”

You nodded. 

He tightened his hold, “Use your words.”

“Yes!” You gasped out, your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock dragged over that sweet spot within you as he slid back into you. 

“You feel so fucking good.” Javier grunted out, keeping one hand at your throat, while the other gripped after your hip tight enough to bruise. His pace was rough, his hips snapping forward — barely pulling out of you before filling your cunt to the brim. 

Your inner walls were already clenching around him, the precursor to your orgasm starting to burn you straight to the core. “Javier!” You moaned out, a little too loudly and he was quick to slide his hand from your throat to your mouth. 

“You’ve gotta be quiet, baby.” He panted out. “Wouldn’t want anyone to catch us.” You wondered if Javier had any idea what that tone did to you. It was different — rough and almost dangerous. 

And you wondered if this possessive need would’ve been what you were met with if you had lured him into your web in the aftermath of Lance back in Colombia. If he would’ve acted on his jealousy. 

You nipped at the palm of his hand and he released his hold he had on your mouth, “If you didn’t feel so fucking good.” You hissed, rolling back into his thrusts. 

Javier chuckled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “I can feel you clenching, baby. You gonna come?” 

You grabbed at the sheets tight enough for your fingers to start to cramp as he picked up the pace of his movements, driving into you. 

It was good. It was real fucking good. Every thrust had him hitting right against that sweet spot and that was what finally set you off. You buried your face in your pillow to keep from crying out as your body pulsed around him — desperate to keep the thick length of his cock within you. 

But Javier didn’t waver. His grip tightened at your hip and his fingers sank into your hair to hold you as he pounded into you again and again. 

You couldn’t even stop the whine of pleasure that escaped you as he finally slammed into you and stayed. Your name was heavy on his tongue as he rocked his hips and filled you. 

“Holy shit.” You mumbled, all but melting into the mattress beneath him. 

Javier slid out of you — sooner than you would’ve liked. “Look at you,” He murmured, his fingers stroking over your slick folds as he leaked from you. 

“Fuck.” You moaned out as he pressed two fingers in to work his come back into you. 

Javier leaned down and nipped at your ass cheek, before he slid his fingers back out of you and dragged your underwear back up your thighs and into place. 

He laid down on his back beside you — looking like the cat that ate the canary as he wrapped his lips around his fingers and licked them clean. 

You shifted enough to get your arms out from under the pillow, reaching out to curl your fingers around his forearm. “I actually drew blood.” You laughed a little, rubbing your thumb over the angry crescent moon shaped mark. 

Javier tilted his head to look at you, “I think we both left our marks.” He caught your hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss the palm of it. 

You smiled, rubbing your thumb over his mustache. “I think that was roleplay.” 

He chuckled, “We finally managed.”

“I think I could do that again.” You admitted, stretching your leg out so you could hook your leg over his. 

“Me too.” Javier nodded, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “That… was hot.”

You laughed breathlessly, “Hot feels like an understatement.”

“And you’d still pick me?” 

You nodded without hesitation, “There’s no world that exists where I wouldn’t end up with you. And if there is one, I don’t want it.” 

He interlaced his fingers with your hand, squeezing it three times. “Me neither.”

“I don’t want to look at the alarm clock.”

Javier made a face, rolling towards you so he could press a kiss to your forehead. “They’ll be up soon. I’ve got it handled.”

“Really?”

He nodded, brushing hair away from your eyes, “Yeah. Sleep another hour or so, baby.”  He smirked, “Rockstars need their beauty sleep.” 

You shoved him playfully, only to pull him back towards you so you could kiss him.