Summary: you discover baji’s academic troubles have a root cause
“–did you see it?”
you jumped and gasped. baji had interrupted you so suddenly, and in such a panic that he had frightened you. the small adrenaline rush and thumping in your chest hadn’t eased yet when you glanced at him, about to ask what the hell his problem was. he was the one that asked you to come here and spend your time going over the class’s homework– and not for your benefit, either.
“…wh–? are you f– are you serious?” you snapped instead, “keisuke, you got me over here at ten thirty at night and you ain’t even been listening this whole time!? what the hell did you even call me here for if you’re finna just play around and waste my damn time?”
“did you fuckin’ see it or not!”
you flinched away from him when he yelled in your face, staring at him wide-eyed and in silence. his eyes were on you almost in pure rage, but… the second he really sees your face– sees how much he’s scared you, he sighs, bowing his head.
you can only watch him, watch as his hands go irately to his hair, clutching despondent at the thick silky pile of his ebony mane.
“it fuckin’ moved. it moved again!” he groaned. his voice was so frustrated and angered. more fed up than anything, but he sounded so anguished with something, and you didn’t know why. you couldn’t even piece together what he even meant so you could understand.
you asked him what he was talking about softly, not sure if he would answer, or if he was even still talking to you anymore.
“the writing. the writing flipped. it fuckin’ flipped around– you know the shit did! and nobody ever gives a damn, nobody ever says shit about it!”
your mouth fell open the more he unloaded. “how the fuck do you read this shit!? IT WON’T STOP CHANGIN’! ALL IT FUCKIN’ DOES IS JUMP AROUND!” he yelled at you again.“i’m supposed to just write kanji and know where it’s gonna move to and how it’s gonna turn around backwards so it makes what i want it to say!”
you said nothing. the quiet after that deafened the both of you. but what could you say to him? you were frozen. in realization, in shock… in what was starting to feel like heartbreak.
“baji, has it always done that?”
“don’t. fuck with me.” he warned, “if you were a dude i would knock your skull in. that shit isn’t fuckin’ funny, i’ll murder you.”
“baji, i’m being serious! has that always happened when you try to read?”
he slammed the book closed, sending it flying across the room and into his wall. you tried catching him by the arm when he stormed out, but he wrenched from your grasp, hard. and he left, cussing and calling your homework and school both bullshit before charging out of the front door.
“fuckyou.” you could hear him just as it crashed shut.
a strapping voice at her side insisted her bill, to her immediate disquiet. it had taken enough of a toll on her anxieties to travel abroad on her own– much less to have ventured out this late to eat out by herself in a foreign country. could she even remember the number for spanish police? the last thing in the living world she wished to do was to wind up beholden to some strange male who felt obligated to her for the price of a tapas plate.
“oh no, no tienes que–” (oh no, you don’t have to)
he could only grin when her panicked face turned to his for her stammering’s sake. but when her alarmed insistence slowed to a halt and left her lips parted, it rendered her the portrait of a gobsmacked schoolgirl– moon-eyed and all. then, he could do nothing but smirk.
“kyojuro?”
“the world gets smaller by the day,” he hummed, less than subtle in drinking in her features. he made the mental note then and there to tell her how stunningly they had developed since he saw her last… once he could convince her to some place more private than where they sat barside. “i see you’ve gained some prowess with your tongue, tahiry.”
her brows flew up to him, but she thanked grace above for him not being aware of the heated blood that sent across her nose and cheeks. “i wh–…?”
“your spanish,” he answered–with the nerve to sound innocent, as though there was nothing suggestive at all about his slant on the compliment. “you’re fluent?”
“no, i’m learning still,” she ignored the pounding of her heart to answer him. tahiry quickly reached to her wine glass for cover, choosing to make her next few comments with it as a partial shield, “you sound like you are, though.”
“more or less…” he said with utter disinterest in himself. but his eyes darted to her obscured mouth as he slipped onto the stool beside her, watching as she sipped her red, and persuaded to lick his own lips upon seeing her swallow it down, “but do i dare ask about your japanese..?”
his brow quirked, painting an air of cool expectancy. the beat was short between them, then erupted in cackles when neither could hold the facade any longer. albeit, kyō did with a shake of his head, “shameful..! even under my months of heartfelt tutelage!”
“iknow that ain’t what you’ve been calling that all this time,” she barely squeezed out through her laughter. it made his smile even more pleased.
“why not?!”
she was glad he could make her crack up this badly, at least it gave her an excuse for the blazing warmth under her skin. she figured it was the least she could do to feign maintenance of her cool, despite the molten sex on legs this boy had grown to be. how in hell had he become this fine..? the dilemma sat heavily in her mind even now. tahiry’d never have thought this to be the same kyojuro she’d met 16 years prior.
at the time, her tiny mind hadn’t understood what possessed the international children that had shown up to the summer camp she’d been enrolled in, much less how a young japanese boy had ended up on the roster. but there he wound up, along with three english girls, one german boy, twins from australia, and one child who was from south africa.
she could recall clear as day. the first weeks had not been easy on him, though he coasted through them as if they were. his particular accent of the lot, the volume and abruptness of his speaking, the wildly unnatural colors of his hair and eyes… they were just the breeding ground that 10 year old, mean-spirited intentions needed to last until the summer’s end. oddly enough, though, he didn’t seem to mind any of it. he even smiled and laughed along, tugging his hair and poking at his stark brows as he joined in the ribbing. he took it all in stride as if it were playful, familial teasing being given in love, as opposed to the cruel mockery and vitriol of childhood bullies it actually was. it upset tahiry, and when the third day came of their endless picking, she took it upon herself to snatch him away from those snickers and jeers of the others that he remained so oblivious to. and from the morning that she had slapped her tiny hand over his and pulled him from the group of their peers, they quickly blossomed into summer-long best friends.
many times they would be sequestered to themselves amidst their daily activities, if not completely shut in to the boys’ or girls’ bunk rooms, leaving the rest to their fun as they gabbed to themselves making their own.
“i like your hair, rengy, i think it’s pretty. it look like how fire does!”
“thank you very much!” he grinned, and nearly shouted, sitting patiently while she practiced cornrowing with his feathery mane. his accent was very strong still, and was so adorable it made her want to squish his cheeks and squeeze him. “you do not like the other children?”
“n-mm."
"why don’t you?” he turned to face her, interrupting the flow of her fingers and making his braid unravel where she was made to stop.
“cos all them some stupidasses,” she answered fussily, growing a tiny frown that kyojuro poked softly away.
“ok,” he relented when her mouth uncurled, “but i wish you were their friend!"
"how come you like them? they all mean!” she asked. the hurt in her eyes pained him, he shifted more until he could play with her face, squishing the apples of her cheeks upward until she smiled, and gave her a close-eyed one himself at his completed work.
“i like to be friends!” he answered honestly. but soon after, a quizzical disposition fell over him. “do you only like me?"
he was surprised to feel her face grow warm, but happy when he was given a thoughtful nod as an answer. suddenly, he could not decide if that was a better outcome than the one he’d hoped for with their campmates, and a dusty rose tint fanned across his cheeks.
"what are you doing here?”
his grin was so gorgeous. the warm lighting of the place wouldn’t show her mercy, either. the stone facing of the walls, the candles sparsely placed along the bar were all romantic enough, but in their traditional beauty, they also made his eyes positively crystallize. so on top of his adonis-grade bronze skin, she was also left melting under glowing amber and ruby staring directly into her. god, it felt like he could read her mind if he felt like it. and she knew damned well there wasn’t a thought left in there–only steamy scenes playing out, with him starring on top of her.
“me? well,” he scrunched the corner of his nose, facially shrugging, “i’m sitting in a little tapas bar and wondering why this beautiful woman is doing her best to hide her face from me.”
that said face burned with heat of a supernova now, but aside from a knowing glint coming to his eyes, kyōjurō made no notion of awareness to it. instead, he raised a brow once she quipped that ’he wasn’t funny’.
to which he swiftly countered, “was there a joke?”
“i meant what are you doing in spain..!” she nearly whined.
“oh, in spain,” he nodded, holding his chin and displaying a pensive air “…and the first answer still isn’t what you’re looking for or–?"
when a small fist came to his shoulder, he broke, chuckling as he rubbed the not-so-sore spot she left, "okay! i was invited.” he answered. seeing the brightened intrigue on her face made him backtrack as much as he could, “well, some friends and me.”
“mnn, pleasure trip, hunh..?"
"well, i didn’t say that exactly,” he smirked, “even my pleasure mixes with business these days.”
with that response he was blessed with the most attractive pop of a thoughtful little ‘o’ on those plump lips. "really?“
he was doing splendidly at sparking her curiosity. leave it to him to be as sexy as he was and have the aid of mystery shrouding his suave demeanor.
"all the time.”
“what do you do?” she asked, settling in with how interested he’d made her off so little given.
he laughed to himself, softly, and to her confusion. but he turned a bit away from her, as if he couldn’t help himself. “well to be honest, i'm sort’ve in a partial retirement right now,” he answered before wordlessly beckoning the bartender for his own drink, “but i’ve been thinking of a more permanent one lately.”
tahiry gawked at him, waiting quite expectantly for a punchline, “at twenty six?”
“i work hard!” he fussed, still being playful even though her shock was genuine.
“nhmm,” she rolled her eyes, but was helpless to the smile he drew from her lips, “and your friends are cool with that? where are they?"
the heart-stopping grin he gave once she’d lowered her glass had her averting her eyes all together. she was wondering if she would make it out of here without needing to stop by the ladies room just to squeal.
"there’s no telling with half of them,” he scoffed out a laugh, but he looked fondly doing so as he thought on them. it made her want to know more, but he had other intentions. “but i would much rather hear about you. you came all the way across the atlantic to get here, what brings you?”
it went on this way for the remaining six weeks. they were glued at the hip, with kyojuro giving meager lessons in Japanese– words for certain foods and a few flowers, some birds here and basic body parts that he never minded her butchering.
"tahiry-chan, look..! remember this one?"
he’d pointed in excitement toward a beehive, his free hand constantly gripped hers as she constantly kept them at risk of being left behind on morning hikes. "ma…rabichi..?”
“yes, close! maruhanabachi!”
she’d huffed at him, cementing herself in place. when he turned to her, his soft confusion spoke on his face, answered with her mournful pouting.
“that’s not closeee..! i got it wrong!”
kyō only smiled, closing their small distance and poking her cheek again, “you didn’t! you’re trying, that means you are learning well!”
their meals were always spent together, isolated to their own table some days–away from the others all together under the shade and on the docks on others, and hers shared with kyō more often than not.
“…tahiry-chan, what’s the matter?”
“i don’t like green grapes.”
“i do, i’ll eat them for you!”
“…why do you take your pickles off?”
“nm. they’re slimy.”
“i don’t mind, i’ll eat yours!”
“…rengy, i don’t like cucumber sandwiches.”
“that’s okay, i’ll eat it! …but what will you eat..?”
“i don’t know.”
“you can have my pear! and we can share my carrot sticks!”
he was surprised, and often thrilled at her being such a finicky eater, as long as she still got enough to eat for lunch. if she hadn’t, kyo would ask for extra fruit, and bring snacks to her bunk to hide in her pillow for when her tummy rumbled at night.
whenever bugs flew around and landed on tahiry, kyōjurō gladly chased after her as she screamed, to try and remove them from her clothes and hair. and when she inevitably cried each time the ordeal ended, he would sit with her and wrap her in his hugs, being silly when hugs wouldn’t work, until his laughter would pull a smile from her.
the nights came with their heads poking out of their group cabins, the two waving and giving poor whispers of 'goodnight’s across the way long after their peers tucked themselves in, or sitting in the doorways when sleep was hard to come by.
and when the time came, both wrapped each other in a snug embrace neither wanted to release once they were to return home.
“you have to go all the way back to across the ocean..?”
“yes, that’s where I live!”
she hid into their hug, making him squeeze tighter, “i’ll miss you…”
“i’ll miss you, too, tahiry-chan! don’t cry, please! come back for me so we can be friends again! promise to keep liking me still! i promise i won’t be a stupidass!"
just before she stammered over an answer, the bartender caught his attention. she nearly sighed in relief when he had to remove his eyes from her– it felt like she was released back into the world after being consumed into a bubble that was just him and her… where nothing else existed. certainly not to him.
but she would rather tell any lie on earth than give her actual reasoning for being an ocean away from home. the memories were flashing back into her mind, against her will, just from trying to avoid the matter. the screaming and crying, the defensive tones and arguments, excuses and blame throwing, the phonecalls made in distress, the haphazard packing and screeching of tires,
she snapped out of her stress daze when she heard him hum, blinking and looking up to see him testing the aroma and legs of his wine, appearing dead serious with the frown laying on his brow. it was sexy as hell, if not… mildly terrifying. she started to wonder if he was here on some vineyard business of his. or if he was a wine collector in his free time, since he was in a pre-retirement. she barely knew different names of the stuff–she’d only asked for a sweet red when she came in. what sort of embarrassment was she in for if he switched the conversation to vintages and brands? she wasn’t even sure what a zinfandel was yet.
"do i look like a rich snob? not like 'internet company’ rich, i’m trying to go for a more 'first-class on the titanic’ feel. old money.”
tahiry was certain she attracted some looks with how loud she clicked her tongue at him, even as her smile betrayed the annoyance she wanted to show. “are you serious?”
"don’t hold back just because we know each other, i can take criticism.”
“you are a mess!” she cackled, lifting the back of her hand to lightly cover her nose scrunching. it was a divine sight to kyō, her laughing. especially now, when he could catch sight of her neck. it was even lovlier when she threw her head back in humor like she did now. and his appreciation was so evident that even those sat furthest from them could see in how smittenly he looked at her.
“i’ll practice more for you then,” he winked to her before sampling. she was surprised to see his nose wrinkle, looking far less than pleased. “hm. i’ve only ever really liked cheap sugary wines, to be honest.”
“right? me too, i thought it would be way more grape juice-y when i asked for red. this tastes like… acid and dirt."
he was caught by surprise hearing her agree, lifting his generous brows and seeing her give the same look of disappointment to her own glass.
"i don’t think i’m a wine fan at all,” she admitted after another unappealing sip, “i just got it to fit the aesthetic. it’s spain, i wanted to look romantic."
"you could’ve told me that before i tried to impress you!” he chuckled. it made her feel a blush again. luckily, though, instead of making her crush grow even more, he reverted the subject back from where they’d strayed. “so? what made you come to spain..? now that i know you didn’t come for wine tasting.”
“i just needed the change of scenery,” she gave the truth as broadly as possible.
he had been absent for the next year, which left her to a summer which stretch into an eternity, empty and heartbroken in his absence. but once he returned to camp, now twelve and in mid-growth spurt, the attitudes of everyone around mysteriously changed. suddenly, the sparkling eyes and vivid hair that were such a staple of comedy were now something to swoon over for the girls. and with his newly acquired height, kyō had sprouted into quite the athlete in the meantime as well. with just the gap of two school years, he had become one of the most popular boys on the grounds the next time she’d seen him, and it made her resentment toward the others burn with hellfire.
that summer, unfortunately, made out to be tahiry’s turn to be singled out. and she most certainly was. every trait of her physicality was now a field day to everyone there. her brown skin, the unflattering blemishes left by puberty at her chin and jaw and chest, the fullness of her lips, the shape of her nose, even her changed figure all were in the spotlight to have her verbally dragged at any given moment.
her natural instinct told her to, of course, retract from all connections to spotlight, so as to not find herself open to target. and kyojuro was in the dead center of it. she had hidden herself away in the bunks before he could even lay eyes on her with how much attention stampeded over him.
but he did look. like a boy possessed, he searched everywhere for her. eagerly, with a smile the sun could envy, kyō spent the latter half of the morning sprinting to every spot they had shared two years ago, ones he memorized in the tortured summer he’d spent alone in his broken promise, checking tree stumps and the docks, the rear of the mess hall, underneath the dark staircases of unused cabins. she was nowhere to be found at any of them. the hope of seeing her again had built up for an entire two years, crushed once already by shinjuro keeping him from returning the summer before in favor of a strictly athletics program. only with the aid of his mother’s persuasion was he allowed to return. and his sole reason for doing so had not.
kyōjurō fell into line for heaving a sigh, his grin sorrowful and defeated but in tact. his large, lion like eyes were nearly emptied of the hope he cradled to himself from the moment he’d marked his calendar at home.
“tahiry!”
his head whipped to either side for him when he heard her name called for roll. and his pulse thudded too deeply when there was no answer to be heard.
“she’s here,” a snide comment came from the bunch. both the counselor and kyōjurō turned to the boy with the same urgent expectancy, but the kid shrugged, irritated that more was required from him than that, “well, she is!"
kyō was off in a bolt. there did happen to be a place he hadn’t checked, possibly out of his learned modesty. it hadn’t even crossed his mind.
it definitely didn’t stop him anymore– with his newfound hope, he made a beeline to the girl’s cabin without a care to give over propriety.
and he had her in a bear hug, clear off the ground when he found her kicking the last of her things under her bed. "you are here! you’re here, you’re here! tahiry-channnnnn!”
“kyōjurō!” his name flew from her in an unflattering squeal, using the last of her breath as he crushed the rest from her.
“yes! you remember!” gleefully he answered with his newly deeper voice, nuzzling into the valley between her shoulder blades, “i was worried, i thought you hadn’t come! i looked everywhere!"
her face was aflame with embarrassment, particularly when he began to swing her to and fro. thankfully he only had a limited time to do so before his objective found a shift.
"come with me, you’re missing headcount!"
"put me down, kyō, i’m too heavy!” she strained to him. his face blanked, showing genuine bewilderment, but his sunny grin came back in full swing without a fight.
“what? no you aren’t, i can carry you easy! come on!"
he hauled her down from the steps of the girls’ cabin, the clearest portrait of a toddler with a pissy cat, and the remaining way to the awaiting group, snatching all their attention by telling that he’d found tahiry-chan. her discomfort flew over his head, then.
Pairing: Park Seonghwa × black!fem reader | ft. Reader’s Bestie & Choi San
Genre:humor
Warnings: suggestive language, use of the n-word, not thoroughly proofread sry y'all lol
you were going to have to explain yourself when you saw him, now.
and you were so mortified that you were already compiling excuses to avoid him for the next few weeks.
when you could’ve been cuffed for the whole weekend if your messy ass bestie hadn’t ran her damn gums to your man while you were on the phone.
she already gave you enough, constant shit about dating seonghwa and not setting her up with mingi ( “see, you still haven’t hooked us up, this’s how i know you ain’t shit.”“bitch, do you think i’m pimping these niggas out or?”) part of you was wondering if that was why she pulled this shit. how had she even remembered!? y'all had been running through their music videos to thirst like 4 days ago when you had your little slip up, but the second she heard you mention seonghwa’s name on the phone today, she opened her big ass mouth.
“hwa! ask your girlfriend about her lil inception remix!”
you clutched the pillow tucked under your arm and slung it at her, only making her cackle harder.
“wha?” seonghwa giggled. he was already half amused, you could hear it in his voice crack.
“nothing!”
“what is your remix?” he asked. you hated that you didn’t have time to melt over his english. it was always cutest when he was happily asking something. but you had to scramble for an excuse too urgently to coo at him, “did you film it?”
“no, it’s nothing, don’t listen to her, baby–”
“TELL HER TO SING IT, MINGI AND HONGJOONG’S PART BEFORE YOU HIT YOUR HIGH NOTE–” you slugged the pillow at her several more times, and you could hear your boyfriend’s smile growing on the other end of the line.
“what is it, baby? i want to hear it!” he sounded so sweet and eager. normally it would make you fall even deeper for him but right now it made you want to jump through a window.
…double time when you realized there wasn’t any getting out of this now.
“it’s not a remixxx..!” you whined. apparently, he only found it more amusing with you so embarrassed.
“what is it?”
you fought a sigh and mushed your bestie who was still laughing her ass off, “i got the words wrong… i didn’t know that the line after ‘coming tonight’ was korean, i thought it was english…”
he mumbled through the lyrics swiftly, for his mind to catch up to the part of the song you’d meant. “whereyouatwhereyouat neoneun eodie whereyougowhereyougo namgyeo dun chae neon comin’tonight maeil bam neoreul chaja hemaeneun nan–”
“yeah that part,” you confirmed.
“maeil bam?”
“yes!” you whined for the second time, making him giggle again.
“what did you think it said?” he asked, finding this and you more and more humorous.
you rolled your eyes to the ceiling, leaving them there for longer than your eye health would appreciate. but you answered him truthfully.
“comin’ tonight, layin’ pipe.”
he was silent on the other end after that. for way longer than you were comfortable with. and your heart was thumping harder, the more your anxiety built.
“what is that?” he asked. and bestie, hearing his genuine innocence, threw her head back cracking up.
“oh hell.” you mumbled when he asked again. but seonghwa figured out quickly that he wasn’t going to get an answer from you. that’s when you heard him again, and froze in place.
“san-a!” he called in the background, and bestie was on her back rolling while you yelled, begged, PLEADED for him not to ask. “laying pipeeun museun tteus-ingayo?”
“no,don’t ask what it means!” you yelled over the breathless laughter beside you.
“laying pipe?” you heard san ask your boyfriend confusedly, followed by hwa’s low voice answering 'ne’.
you were relieved when you could make out the phrase 'i dunno’ in korean. but it was short-lived when you heard san mention their leader’s name, knowing he was the most knowledgeable in the english language of the eight of them. your eyes bugged out when you heard them both.
()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
It was known since you first strolled through the halls in an Hermes sweater, loose dress pants, and shiny loafers like shit was casual that you had more money than necessary, and it only became more prominent as time passed on.
People first speculated that you were a drug dealer, you dressed similarly to the man they all bought from so you couldn’t be too far removed from that lifestyle.
But when you opened your mouth and were actually able to exercise your personality, the rumors were instantaneously crushed.
You were then titled the town’s good samaritan, along with your parents. Without going into heavy detail, your family, extended or immediate, all ran businesses within a larger gang in Southern Cali.
It wasn’t your typical drug cartel that sold children to older predatory people, but one that distributed products while also putting anything they had back into their communities, and when the opportunity to spread their grounds and expand arose, your parents were the first to agree.
You were the type to help old ladies cross the street while holding their heavy brick-filled purses, and the kind of person to spot another when they were short a few on cash, and yet you demanded nothing back.
Maddy thought you were exactly what she needed. Initially, you were a rebound. You were new, so you wouldn’t know the intricacies of her and Nate’s relationship or the risk of being with her, so you were perfect.
But then you began showing her an extreme opposite of the relationship dynamic she was used to. Your family loved her and genuinely enjoyed her presence. If she wasn’t spending the day with you, her friend group, or babysitting, she could be found in any location around town with your mother. Drinks in hand from a random juice store, and freshly done nails that your mom insisted she paid for because she “needed to familiarize herself with her future daughter-in-law”.
The relationship you two had wasn’t the type that grew uncomfortable because you were moving too fast, ever. Maddy wasn’t used to reciprocated affection and acted as if she needed to pretend she was happy, so you moved at a pace set by her and never failed to tell her how much she meant to you, and eventually (on your 6 month anniversary) how much you loved her.
You thoroughly enjoyed giving her everything she’d needed and missed out on with Nate, like spoiling the shit out of her without her having to directly ask.
Emotionally you sat by her, listening to any and everything she wanted to say, occasionally providing your own input when need be.
And physically or financially??? Maddy never even had to open those gorgeously glossed lips of hers to ask.
You were observant. You saw the way she screenshotted ads for clothing on Instagram, and the endless Pinterest boards she had for whatever she envisioned. So whenever you noticed something catch her eye, it would immediately be in your cart, whether virtually or while in-store.
For your first Christmas together, you took her out on a simple venture to your nearest mall. A party for New Year was around the corner, and she’d mentioned needing an outfit so why not kill two birds with one stone?
Instead of the typical mall entrance, you took her through Sephora’s storefront. Anything her eyes cut back to, you snapped a picture of and followed right back behind her.
It was funny for other patrons and workers to watch. They saw her gracefully walk by and let her finger drag on a newly released palette, and here came your hulking figure that was definitely too big to be comfortable in the aisle, getting all close to snap a picture and read the label with your tongue poking slightly out in focus, before speed walking back to her and grabbing her hand.
Maddy was nearly in tears when looking at your room on Christmas evening. She wanted to stay with her family for the morning, so you took the liberty of bringing in a mini-tree, decorating it like the one in your living room, and stacking all of her presents beside it (there were too many for them to sit right under it). Each new gift she opened added another tear dropping down her cheek, she didn’t know what angel sent you for her, but she is so grateful she has you.
You were a selfless, stupidly rich simp for Maddy, and she loved everything about it.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email who gives a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email to whomst giveth a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
You just wanted to get home as soon as possible. You’d already missed the bus around the corner from your current nursing school, so you had to wait an additional hour and walk a multitude of blocks to get to the nearest train station.
You lived in New York, so even owning a car would be pointless, the only thing that’d change is the location of your frustration, but considering the overstimulation of where you’d sat, you’d much prefer being stuck in never-changing traffic than in this hell-sent transport.
From what Apple Maps could tell you, you were still thirty minutes from your apartment because after leaving the car, you’d still have to walk from the station down four blocks and up the scarily steep steps of your building.
You pulled out your airpod pros—gifted to you from a friend that had been in a promotion campaign shoot, and quickly turned on noise cancellation. It did well closing out what it could but left the agitating feel of unpopped ears behind. You sat back and spread your legs to the fullest extent of your ability to give a gentle reminder to those next to you to move over a little and fantasized about what you were gonna do once home.
Immediately you’d need to take a shower, college wasn’t the cleanliest place, and you were sweating buckets under your brown trenchcoat and were scared that if you removed it, you would only add another stench to this godforsaken place. You had a test in your chemistry class. Of course, your overly studious ass studied. Still, it seemed like you were never prepared enough no matter how many times you rewatched videos explaining things on youtube or the notes you were provided by your professor.
You envisioned eucalyptus essential oils permeating your space while you peacefully watered your plants hanging or sitting in various spots of your apartment. You had already prepped a Mediterranean salad’s ingredients the night before, not in an effort to change your size, but because your stomach was sensitive and one can only eat so many chipotle bowls before their stomach, and bank account suffered the consequences.
But dinner was quickly excused from your mind when you remembered that you’d already made plans for tonight.
You looked up and saw the familiar green sign of the station you’d become accustomed to stepping in every so often when you wanted to travel to the bougie farmer’s market in between colleges and quickly stood up to join the wave of those leaving the car, walking fast out the station and up the stairs onto the large sidewalk.
The streets were far from empty since everyone typically got off work within this hour, so you maneuvered your way through the slow crowd down the blocks to your apartment.
You were lucky you now lived in a relatively safe area. When you first moved here from Kentucky, your first place was run down and dingy, but once getting a visit from your friend since birth that gets to enjoy his twenties out of school and on stages in front of sold-out crowds, he immediately moved you into a somehow entirely paid-off apartment in a more expensive side of town.
Speaking of, he was supposed to be showing up to stay with you some time this week for his tour.
He wouldn’t stop blowing up your phone during your class and embarrassed you with the number of times he retried facetiming you in the completely silent rooms of your classes, and if you checked right now, you’d see the obnoxious updates to his location and current situation he found endearing, like you’d actually need them.
'just landed at the airport (3:33 pm)
got off my flight and am trying airport taco bell (3:50 pm)
update: not a good idea to eat airport taco bell (4:14 pm)
really regret trying those taco bell wings y/n/n, my ass hurt (4:19 pm)
omw to ur crib (5:20)
here
let me up stink stink (5:50)
since you not answering, I’m letting myself in and farting on your couch cushions (5:51)’
But since you wouldn’t like to add having your new 13 pro snatched on the streets of New York to your already stressful day, your phone remained in your deep pocket, and you stayed oblivious.
You unlocked your door, stripped yourself of your heavy jacket, leather gloves, and platform boots, and made your way to your plant collection. It was an assignment in one of your biology courses where you read that having plants in your home made you feel a little less dead inside—so you immediately purchased 20.
Two string of bananas plants by your windows, large money trees on either side of the floor-to-windows for a symmetrical look, and ones you bought at nurseries and depots throughout the living room and kitchen.
You damn near ran to the bathroom in your bedroom once you watered and misted all of your plants, stripping as you clambered. Once you got to your weirdly already open door, you were left in your underwear and bra. One of your girlfriends bought you a lingerie set, a black lacy bra that left enough gaps to make everything above visible, with matching underwear, sheer enough to show everything but your actual parts, to get over an ex while simultaneously setting up multiple dating site accounts for you.
It’s why you currently had another date with a supposedly decent guy tonight, but not the reason you wore the set—laundry day hadn’t come. You still hadn’t washed anything in the heaping baskets in your closet and were only left with the undergarments you never wore.
You walked through the door and turned your back to grab your brown towel, hearing a loud whistle behind you.
“Wow, Y/N. You wore all that for me?” you heard a deep voice reverberate behind you, each word of his making your heart sink to your asscheeks.
He laid back on your bed with an arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his phone up on his pelvis with a toothpick peaking out of his lips, his shirt slightly riding up and leaving his happy trail visible. In any other circumstance, you would’ve jumped onto him to express how glad you were to see him, but at the moment, that didn’t seem too appropriate, nor were you happy to see him.
And it honestly didn’t help that this man had gotten finer since the last time you saw him. You were best friends that admitted the other was attractive, but you never acted on your feelings. And you thought they would disappear with time.
That was nearly ten years ago. You’ve had a crush on the man with a slight southern drawl to his deep voice since you were fifteen and due to the fact that he was around you with every chance he got, this never changed–not even escaping to New York was enough, because look at him now, enticingly laid up on your bed, eyeing you down like he did to the video vixens he worked with.
All he had to do was say the word, and you’d text whomever the fuck you were seeing tonight and hop on this man like a pogo stick.
On the flip side, Jack felt like the luckiest motherfucker alive. He’s loved your ass since he could walk, his mother and yours constantly making fun of him as a toddler for never wanting to leave your side.
You had attachment issues with your mother, and he had attachment issues with you.
He initially thought it was because he saw you as an extremely close friend, but he realized he loved you during one of the times you both ran off-campus in high school for lunch. You always fought him on who’d be paying for the food y'all bought, but every time you raced to pull out your card, he was always faster, already having it swiped and the food paid for.
He realized he loved you in more ways than on the night of prom. You’d been saving up for the last couple of months from your secretary job at a hospital to purchase a Valdir Sahiti gown and convinced his ma to tailor it to your god-given curves. It was a gorgeous blue satin dress that trailed up your brown legs that Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off. He chased off multiple guys that planned to make their prom date made sure he was the first to ask you to prom with an elaborate proposal that took him a few weeks to set straight.
You both spent your youth obsessing over The Princess and the Frog, so he adhered to it’s theme–he took you on a similar ferry to the one in the proposal scene and held up a cheesy poster he clearly had his mother’s help with. It read, 'Will you be the Evangeline to my Raymond and go with me to prom?’ It definitely was the cheesiest shit you’ve ever read, but appreciated his effort and said yes with a kiss to his cheek.
Throughout the night, his mind would trail back to how regal you looked, and he wondered how long it would take you to get out of it with his help and how those shiny legs that he saw you rub cocoa butter into while getting ready would look over his shoulders.
He’d decided that night that you were it for him, sure he’d actually have to ask first, but he’d do everything to make you his one day, even if it may be far away since he was too much of a pussy to ask. But if the moment ever presented itself, let’s just say he already had multiple ways he thought of different ways wine, dine and fuck you in numerous ways over the furniture in your house.
“No. it’s not I ain’t wash my panties yet-”
“I could help-”
“Jack, please just go plug up my phone and shut the fuck up,” you said, flicking your hand in his direction and walking into the bathroom. Jack stood up to look for it but first stopped to watch you walk.
“Hate to see you go, but love watch you leave.” he muttered before turning to search. He knew you left your shit in your pockets often, so the trench coat on your rack was the first place he checked.
Turning on your phone to its lock screen, the battery sat at 49%, and a couple notifications popped up on your screen. Jack wanted to be nosy, so he scrolled through the line-up of little pop-ups.
The first thing that showed were 23 messages from him alone. Below was a Tinder message notification for another person named William, asking for confirmation on the time you’d set up for tonight, 8 pm.
He had no clue who the fuck William was, what you were planning to do at 8, or that you even had Tinder, to begin with, but that shit wouldn’t fly. He’d managed to stave guys away from you in high school, but he’d be damned if he lost you to a man that shared a name with the ugliest prince in the royal family in college.
He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there plotting to snipe this happy-go-lucky ass, rice krispie treat, snap, crackle, pop ass man, but when he looked up, you were wrapped in a towel with your long light ginger wig poking up slightly from the way you had it in a claw clip. You had two black dresses in your hand, presumably for him to choose, but in all honesty, neither of them were something hoy-me-hoy-minyoy ass Phil deserved to see.
And that didn’t sit right with Jack.
“You wearing allat for him, mama?” his voice dropped an octave, and he looked at you genuinely confused with a slight smirk on his face.
Your hands holding up the dresses slowly dropped to your sides, letting the ends lightly drag on the floor. He did this often, confusing you on whether he liked you or was jokingly flirting with you again, but you got the hint of him being serious.
“Yeah I am, did you go through my phone-“ he cut you off before you could finish.
“You’re not going out with him, and you sure as hell wont be wearing something like those dresses for some mediocre man.” he straightened up while stepping closer to you.
When he was close enough, he tilted down bringing his face close to yours, slightly tilting his head again while looking directly in your eyes.
“Just how bad was the dick you’ve been getting that you feel the need to dress like this for some boy that couldn’t make you cum more than once?” his voice rasped lowly and condescendingly. He could see the astonishment from his statements shift to desire from the proximity of his face. Maybe if he kept going, he could get you to kiss him first.
You began to shuffle backwards, you had no destination in mind, you just needed to get away from him so he couldn’t see your nipples pebbling against the soft fabric of your towel and before your wetness could make it down your inner thighs. The hold this man had on you was surprising, and you weren’t sure you could curb the feeling or attraction you had towards him anymore with the ever-building sexual tension in the large space that seems so compact now.
The dresses had long dropped from your slightly shaking hands, and you’d hit a counter behind you. You’d backed yourself all the way into the kitchen, and Jack didn’t stop you. One of the positions he imagined earlier was on the very counter your sexy ass was leaning on.
He trapped you with his hands on either side of yours and his body towered over yours. Now you definitely weren’t a track and field type of person, but you speculated if you could manage your way between his legs to sprint your way back to your bedroom. Your thoughts were halted when his hand raised to your neck to slowly tap around the places he’d grip while fucking you in doggy. If he leaned down, he could kiss you, but first he needed your consent.
“You still want to go out with live-action Spongebob, mama?”
“Fuck no.” It would’ve been a funny joke if you didn’t want to get your pussy pounded 80 ways into next year, so you brought your arm up and pulled him down into a steamy kiss, setting him off.
Jack had you on your stomach with your ass pushed up and in his face, creating a deep arch in your spine, so he could eat you from the back. You remembered him saying he wanted to try it out when vocalizing song lyrics with Druski and Urban. You just never thought it’d be with you.
His lips alone drew two orgasms out of you, and he still didn’t seem like he wanted to let up. You weren’t sure if he was down there for your pleasure or his anymore. One hand groping your ass and holding you up, momentarily spreading if he wanted to reach farther with his tongue, and the other thrusting in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, causing uncharacteristic moans to erupt from the depths of your throat.
“Jack… please..”
He pulled back and kneeled behind you, his fingers rubbing around your clit while he smiled with a beard drenched in your cum.
“All of this is for me? Shit, you sure you ever wanted to go out with Paul?” he said mockingly.
“It was Philip,” you responded exasperatedly. You wanted to continue and call him a dick but were stopped when his large hand slammed down on your ass.
“Aww, you can still talk? Oh, now baby, that just won’t work.” you could hear his southern accent pop a little into his words while he moved to remove himself from the rest of his clothes. His eyes never left your ass, but you were still struggling to catch your breath from the first orgasm.
“Just won’t work.” you looked back between your legs to see what stopped Jack from finishing out your orgasm and caught a long glimpse of his hard dick.
He’d pried his pants from his legs his boxers following suit, and when he stood it bounced back up hitting his stomach as it stood tall.
It was scarily big from what you expected.
Long and thick, with a tip that matched the color of his flared cheeks, bulging veins running up and down with his tip dripping pre.
You assumed he didn’t carry condoms with him since he wouldn’t expect to fuck you while staying, so you let him in raw, a problem you’d deal with later if it ever arose.
(please do not have sex unprotected regardless of your gender expression, signed, a concerned author)
He pulled you back so his hands could find a spot on the rolls created by the position he had you in, you expected him to back out once he saw you without clothes, but if anything he only appeared eager to find his place between your legs.
(pushed in part)
Your brown skin glistened with sweat as he began with slow deep strokes, he may have wanted to fuck you for years, but he wanted to make you feel comfortable. This was for both of y’all, not just him.
You were still mildly disoriented but peeved at Jack’s pace.
“Shit.. Jack.. move faster, please” you begged, bouncing your ass back to meet his thrusts and pull him deeper into you.
His bright blue eyes couldn’t leave the way his dick dragged in and out of you, splitting your glistening folds around him and leaving a growing ring of cum by his pelvis.
“Fuck, Y/N.” he moaned through clenched teeth, speeding up his pace and making the sound of your ass clapping back onto him louder.
“Like this, mama?” he groaned sultrily, grabbing the hair by your scalp and raising you up so he could shift his hand to your neck while the other held you around your stomach.
He kissed your cheek while jackhammering into you. You nodded like it was the last thing you’d do. You prayed that walls weren’t thin because these loud sinful moans falling from your lips would definitely be audible to your neighbors. You were unsure how you’d face sweet old Ms. Mabel if she could hear you now.
“God, Jack… please..” you cried as he pulled out of you to flip your position. He’d moved you onto your back, displaying an extremely attractive amount of strength, and moved your knees up as far as they could get to your chest before pushing right back in.
His pace was merciless this time. One foot up on the bed, letting one leg draped over the raised leg, while he held the other.
His head was thrown back in pleasure, unashamed to let out moans and groans of his own while continued deeply stroking you. He had curls stuck to his forehead at the moment, but that was the least of his worries the pussy of his soulmate felt this damn good.
“Cum for Y/N, give it to me mama,” he said, dropping his leg, planting his feet back on the ground, and moving his hands back to your waist to pull you onto him harder.
You were seeing stars and were damn sure you’d pass out, but you were so close, and your toys stashed under your bed could never make you feel this level of ecstasy.
Your moans raised an octave and Jack leaned over your chest, moving your legs to wrap around his waist while holding your hands above your head. He kissed you feverishly as he felt your cunt spasm around him, he tried to stave off cumming before you, but if you kept gripping his dick and sucking him back in like this, he may just pop one in the next second.
“Shh baby, I hear you,” he whispered into your ear.
“Fuuuuuck..” you let out a guttural moan as Jack nailed in the coffin that was your vagina. The intensity of the orgasm had your cum leaving down the globes of your ass and already feeling the next-day soreness, while Jack pulled out of you and used his hand to finish himself off.
Your glad he pulled because you definitely wouldn’t have made him.
Jack collapsed onto his back next to you while you haphazardly lowered your legs while trying to come back from your visit to God.
“This may be shit timing but, I really, really like you Y/N.” Jack whispered.
“I think I gathered that when I kissed you in the kitchen, Jack,” you replied while trying to catch your bearings.
“Sooo… round two in the shower?” you mumbled as jack used a rag to clean you off.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count:6,277 Summary: The fallout from Ransom’s stunt; Ari has a sit down with a pot stirring associate; Mrs. Barber gives some sage advice while Mr. Barber marks his territory. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Reference to dub con elements. Mild violence and blood. Reference to blackmail/coercion. Threats of violence and death. Mob elements. Jealousy. Unprotected sex. Feeeeeels.AU. 18+ only!
A/N: I’d like to take a quick moment to thank all of you for your incredible support and encouragement after the last chapter. I was very genuinely blown away by the response and engagement and it had me basking in hoe nirvana for like a week, so thank you ❤️This chapter is shorter than we’re used to, a bit of the aftermath, and then wheeew next chapter. If you thought part 11 was wild, I’m a littttle scared to see how y’all are gonna react to part 13, which is the chapter I’ve been most excited to get to Finally, lots of love and gratitude to @drabblewithfrannybarnes for holding my hand with this chapter and also listening to me hoe screech about what’s to come. Love you, hoemate! ❤️
Not to get too serious but the fucked up part of the Ransom x reader ordeal is that Ransom doesn’t quite understand how bad he screwed up. He thinks it’s all part of the forged deal with reader, not recognizing how his actions violated reader’s consent.
Yeah, she enjoyed the act and achieved orgasm but he never received an enthusiastic yes; it was more of consent under duress and it was done in front of someone else, thus violating one of their unspoken rules.
I mean, I’m pretty sure that if Ransom saw reader being accosted by a stranger significantly bigger than her, he’d be by her side faster than a speeding bullet. But unfortunately he can’t see how his actions are akin to what that stranger did to reader in my hypothetical scenario.
I say all that to say this: something about this chapter really made me ponder about how all these characters deal with consent, consensual nonconsent and dubcon/noncon as well as how well some authors are able to portray the different nuances around consent in their romantic/sexual relationships found in their art.
summary: Sierra left, but she didn’t quite leave (you’ll see)
pairing: basically miguel galindo x black!OC
genre: errrr pettiness? fluff, maybe angst
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AN: DO NOT WORRY! I AM CURRENTLY WRITING A FIC WITH FLUFF WITH ANGEL THEN EZ
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“I just don’t understand why I have to go back there.” Sierra huffed, not wanting to move since she was very much pregnant as hell. She didn’t want to leave the comfort of her couch but Miguel was more at ease knowing she was with him at all times with her being so close to her due date. He didn’t want anything to happen to her, but he understood where his wife was coming from when she said that she didn’t want to go back to the clubhouse after what happened to her 4 years ago. The only two people she’s kept up with was Letty and Chucky. They’ve visited her a few times, they came to the wedding, the baby shower, almost everything. They were the only two people she trusted when it came to the Mayans.
“Mi reina, I completely understand why you don’t want to go back, but I can assure you that nothing will happen to you because while I conduct business with Bishop, Nestor will be by your side just as he has been all these years. You have nothing to worry about, just trust me.” He reassured her. She sighed and nodded her head as he gave her a triumphant smile. “Besides, it’d be nice to see you be petty every once in a while.”
“I’m not liable for anything that happens while you’re in the Templo. You know how my mouth gets when I get riled up” She grumbled, slowly sitting up from the couch to slip on her slides. Miguel gave her a kiss on the cheek, and let her have her alone time until it was time to work again. He absolutely knew how much of a hard ass she can get when she gets mad, he’s been on the other side of that on several occasions.
Sierra was 100% sure that Miguel was bringing her out of spite because he liked to brag and that’s just the type of man he was. He took pride in the fact that he finally found love after Emily since he found out Cristobal wasn’t his. He was heartbroken, yeah, but Sierra was there for him when nobody else was, and she was there for him when she told him about the deal that EZ had made with the feds. Of course, she felt like a bad friend, but there was so much betrayal being thrown around inside the Mayans, she didn’t care anymore. Now here she is, 4 years later, married and pregnant by the one man that Angel and EZ had hated more than anything.
She had came to peace with herself and what happened to her a long ass time ago. She didn’t want to harbour any hate for a man that didn’t even deserve her time of the day. She stopped posting on social media because for some reason it had always encouraged him to call her, even while she was engaged to Miguel. She had also known, that Miguel was a completely different breed when it came to loyalty, it was like taking care of her needs was always his first priority and she used to feel so overwhelmed with how much love she had been receiving, but she had gotten used to it.
“It’s time to go mi corazon,” Miguel announced, walking back into the living room with Nestor behind him. She gave the two men a confused look as she watched Miguel carry a bag. He gave her a smile and handed it to her. She smiled as she looked inside the bag to see that it was filled with all her favourite snacks and drinks since he knew she liked to eat throughout the day. Not wanting to waste any time, she pulled out a bag of hot cheetos and ripped the bag open before popping a handful in her mouth.
Miguel grabbed her free hand and lead her to the car where the driver was waiting. He opened the door for her, placing a hand on her back as she got in. After she got comfortable, he closed the door and walked to the other side before settling himself beside her. Out of instinct, Sierra crossed her legs over her husbands, and scooted closer to him. He smiled and began to rub her thighs as the car started to move, Nestor sitting in the front. Miguel rolled up the partition from his side of the car, and began rubbing her thighs higher and higher, making her look at him suspiciously.
“The same shit your doing now is the reason why I’m pregnant.” She grumbled, trying to push his hand away from he only grabbed it and laced it with his other hand as he slowly pulled her panties off with one hand and began to rub her clit slowly in small circles. She sighed and leaned her head back as she tried not to make too much noise because the car definitely wasn’t sound proof.
“You know I can never get enough of you querida, no matter how pregnant you are.” He mumbled, leaning over to place small kisses on her neck and chest. Sierra sighed in content and leaned back on the seat with her sundress hiked up to her belly, making Miguel smile. Maybe a small quickie wouldn’t hurt.
“Miguel just hurry up because you got me horny knowing how sensitive my hormones are.” She complained, trying to unbuckle his slack but he slapped her hand away, and held her legs up by the back of her knees.
“Relax honey, it’ll be a while before we get there anyway.” He stated before eating his wife out like it was her last meal, not giving her a chance to respond properly since she was too busy trying not to moan as she ran her hands through his hair.
Miguel moaned as he felt her drip onto his tongue before pushing her dress up past her. breast so he could have something soft to hold onto. Lately, he had been having sex with her and eating her out more than usual. She tasted sweeter and her pushy was always extremely wet during sex. He let go of her trembling legs, and snuggly placed them on his shoulder so that she would be more comfortable.
He circled his lips around her clit before sucking harshly, receiving a loud moan from her. “Holy fuck! Shit…”
Sierra looked down to her husband over her belly to see him already staring at her with wide eyes as he used both hands to spread her pushy lips as he stiffened his tongue and proceeded tongue fuck her deeper, making her thud down onto the seat and let out another sob as she felt herself coming closer and closer to cumming.
Her mouth fell into a silent scream as she felt her orgasm crash down upon her. Miguel did his best to keep her still as he watched her essence spurt out of her, watching as her legs continued to shake from the huge orgasm. Miguel glanced outside of the moving car for a split second before rushing to pull his slacks down.
“We’ll be there in 5, so lets make this quick mi reina,” He mumbled, kissing his wife on the lips before leaning back up to thrust into her. Sierra gasped and grabbed her husbands hand as he quickly plowed into her as he tried to get her to finish as she chased his own climax. Miguel tried his best not to moan loud because he knew Nestor would give him shit so he stuck with deep breaths and small grunts. Sierra bit onto her lip as she watched her husband thrust harshly into her.
“You gonna let them know who you belong to amor?” Miguel asked, moving his hand to rub his wife’s clit as she came around him. She sporadically and rapidly nodded her head as she tried to push him away but he grabbed both her hands and placed them above her her as he continued his consistent thrusting, now getting to his orgasm as he gave her one more thrust, spilling himself inside her. (I promise I write better smut than this lol.)
“Miguel, we’re here.” Nestor called from the front. Miguel could hear the sound of the front seat opening before he and Sierra put their clothes on. She straightened herself out, fixing her hair while Miguel pulled up his slacks and buckled his pants back.
It had just dawned on her about what she was about to walk into. Sierra sighed, not wanting to see anyone’s face again, not after what happened but she knew she really had no choice seeing as she willingly got into the car with her husband.
Miguel noticed her distress, and comforted his wife, “Hey, if you don’t want to come in it’s your decision.”
Sierra smiled at him and shook her head, “No, I want to. Let’s go.”
The couple made it out of the car, checking their surrounds before a loud voice caught her attention. Miguel whispered to Nestor about keeping a watch on her, the man nodding his head.
“SIERRA! GIRL HEY!” Letty ran up to the pregnant woman and engulfed her in a huge hug, being mindful of her belly. Miguel smiled at the interaction and stated that he was going inside for his meeting with Bishop, to which Sierra smiled and nodded her head before kissing his lips as a temporary goodbye.
“You’re glowing! Miguel really got you out here living your best life.” She complimented, looking at her friend. Sierra laughed and rubbed her belly out of instinct.
“Girl, he is but don’t tell him I said that shit. His ego already big as hell.” She joked, earning a laugh from the younger girl in front of her.
“You wanna head inside?” Letty asked after a small moment of silence. Sierra hesitantly smiled and nodded her head. Letty noticed the hesitance.
“If it makes you feel any better, Angel’s been a shit show ever since you left. Adelita was pregnant and he thought it was his but turns out it wasn’t. So karma’s a bitch I guess.” Letty explained as the two of them walked to the doors of the clubhouse. Sierra gave a small hum at the new information. She had always told Angel that Adelita was suspect but he clearly was too deep in her pussy to see that until it was too late.
“I’m married to a good ass man and we got a kid on the way, I could really care less.” She stated, walking past Letty to get inside with Nestor following closely behind since she was burning up. It was like a record scratch from those dramatically funny ass movies and suddenly all eyes were on her while some where on her belly.
Of course they were doing the same banter just like the time Angel got caught only his little Adelita wasn’t here. Such a shame. She turned to Nestor with a smile on her face.
“Could you get me something to drink?” She asked quietly. Nestor gave her a friendly smile and walked to the bar to ask for some water, returning it back to Sierra as she thanked him and took a big gulp from him. She tried her hardest to ignore the stares but it was getting irritating at this point.
“Are yall gone keep staring or is somebody gone speak?” She asked loudly, scanning the room, and of course the first one to walk up was Angel. Looking past him, Sierra locked eyes with a girl with shoulder length hair, making her squint her eyes at her before the girl broke contact with her and turned around.
“Who knocked you up?” He asked, pointing to her belly before glancing at Nestor who was standing behind him. She smiled at him.
“Not your hoe ass, that’s for sure.” She replied, pretending to pick at her nails as if she were bored with the conversation already.
“Mi reina seriously, did you let Miguel knock you up?” Angel asked, hoping to hear a no, but from the smile on her face he knew it was the opposite. Sad to say, he had thought about coming to see her all the way up until this point, but she clearly was busy with someone else.
“I’ll tell you this. I married the same man who got his heart broken by the bitch your brother constantly fucked. Crazy how their baby wasn’t his but EZ’s isn’t it? Kinda pathetic if you ask me, taking Miguel’s sloppy seconds…so weird.” She spoke, every ounce of venom on her voice. She had time to be petty today.
“Did you come here to insult us? If you did you can fucking lea–”
“How’s Adelita? Y'know with you cheating on me with her and all one would’ve thought that you guys would be a big happy family with her being pregnant. Oh wait, they poor baby isn’t even yours. So not only did you cheat, you allowed a hoe to run game on you. Crazy.” She chuckled, shaking her head at him. Angel knew he should say something, but how could he when everything she’s saying is true. As far as Nestor, the only thing he could really do was try not to laugh, since he was told not to start anything unless he felt like someone was physically trying to attack his boss’s wife and unborn child.
“Seriously Sierra, we get that we fucked you over but chill out.” Gilly spoke from the other side of the room. Sierra looked at him and sighed.
“Gilly, if you knew how much dirt I had on you and every person in this room you would shut the fuck up and keep stuffing your fat ass face.” Sierra ranted. Where the fuck is Miguel?
“Uhm excuse me but who are you? Angel why are you letting her walk all over you?” One of Vickey’s girls asked, standing up to get beside Angel.
“You do know I can put a price on your head and get you knocked off right? Matter fact lemme just…” She trailed off, pulling out her phone to text Miguel but Nestor grabbed the phone from her hand before she could. One phone call and the entire building will be burned to the damn ground with everyone in it.
“He just saved your life. Next time you wanna try somebody, try a bitch that ain’t me.” She hissed, standing up just in time to see her husband walking out of the templo with Bishop, who could clearly feel the tension in the room. Miguel smiled and walked over to his wife as she welcomed him with a hug.
“She wasn’t too much trouble was she?” Miguel asked Nestor, who handed her back her phone.
“Other than the fact that she just tried to get one of Vickey’s girls dead, no, she’s been an angel as always.” Nestor laughed, stepping back from the two of them.
“Why the fuck did you marry her into this shit? You’re too dangerous for her.” Angel fussed, scowling at Miguel who turned around with an amused look on his face.
“Angel seriously shut the fuck up. You just don’t like the fact that I’m married to the one man everybody in this bitch is afraid of because if he’s too dangerous for me then you were as well and yet I STAYED with you and you see where that got me. It took you five years to propose to me while it took him one and a half, and we got married 6 moths later. Like my momma always said, a man knows when he ready to settle down, and you weren’t ready and that’s okay, but don’t try to talk about what the fuck I got going on when you clearly got homegirl in the back over there scared to even say shit with her weak ass but I’m not surprised, you always had to fuck weak bitches because you could never handle a real ass bitch like me. Have a nice life dickface.” She ranted, grabbing her husband’s hand who was shocked at the confrontation. Any other time Miguel would be the first to speak on something like that but hearing his wife do it for him just made his heart swell with pride.
“You handled that better than I would have baby, I’m proud of you.” He told her as the two of them got into the car. Sierra smiled and leaned into her husbands side as he pulled her closer and kissed her head.
“Okay now take me home and give me bath.” She demanded, causing the other man to throw his head back in laughter.
“Angel seriously shut the fuck up. You just don’t like the fact that I’m married to the one man everybody in this bitch is afraid of because if he’s too dangerous for me then you were as well and yet I STAYED with you and you see where that got me. It took you five years to propose to me while it took him one and a half, and we got married 6 moths later. Like my momma always said, a man knows when he ready to settle down, and you weren’t ready and that’s okay, but don’t try to talk about what the fuck I got going on when you clearly got homegirl in the back over there scared to even say shit with her weak ass but I’m not surprised, you always had to fuck weak bitches because you could never handle a real ass bitch like me. Have a nice life dickface.“
(A/N: this is for @fineanddandy’s breakuptomakeup2k challenge. Since Chris’ character in playing it cool doesn’t have a name I’m just calling him Chris. He feels like how I could imagine Chris to be tbh. Like follow and reblog with a comment ✌)
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Chris tossed his head back as he watched your ass bounce on top of him
