It’s hard for anybody to be in a relationship with somebody who is as equally as stubborn as you, but that’s what you got with Coco. The two of you were very different people, but have the same kind of stubbornness, but Coco is somebody who is broken from all the things he endured from his life from his mother to being a sniper to barely claiming his daughter and trying to mend that relationship. This often led to arguments and breakdowns that led to things that shouldn’t be said and tonight was a breakdown.
“I hate you, Coco!” you yelled as the two of you were panting in the living room after an intense screaming match. The two of you stormed away from each other, you to the kitchen and him to his bike outside.
It was getting closer to 11pm when you decided to go to bed even though you were still angry at Coco so you laid in bed with your back facing the door and Coco’s side when you heard the door open and close. After a few minutes, Coco walked in and undressed before getting in the covers with his back towards you too. Just another night of getting into bed angry at each other, but there was a feeling in Coco that knew that everything will be alright because he knew he was changing for the better.
The next morning came and you were sitting on the chair with your cup of coffee when Coco walked into the kitchen and made himself a cup too. He sat down next to you and sighed, “hey. I’m sorry for what I said last night. I just want to let you know that I am changing for the better, but I just need time to show you that I’m worth it. Worth all the fights we been gettin’ into,”
You nodded, “I’m giving you time, Johnny. I’m sorry for saying the things I said last night too. It’s just you can be a difficult person and when you don’t work or anything, you go off on me when I don’t even deserve that shit. You’re gonna break soon and that alone makes me nervous,” you rubbed your temple, “because every time you break, you say something that involves my insecurities and past,”
It was a month later when another fight broke out and you were sitting on the couch while he sat on the floor with his back on the wall. He felt far away to you, but you were in the same room and that felt like the end of your road with him so you stand up and go into the bedroom and grab a bag to pack a few clothes in so you can stay a few nights with your best friend.
When you come back, you set your duffel bag behind the couch, “it seems like we’re at the end of the road,”
“I’d be better alone anyways,” Coco stared at nothing in front of him, but he knew it was just his pride talking because you and him can see that he’s a wreck as it comes out when he’s vulnerable.
Now it’s been a couple weeks and you were still staying with your best friend while Coco would go back to the empty house and think about all the mistakes he has made just wishing he would erase it. He was scared of you and how you were able to get so close to him, but now he was gonna do whatever it takes for you to stay with him.
Nobody really knew this, but the two of you were engaged and you kept the ring around your neck because you never really liked wearing rings as it bothered you a lot. That didn’t change much of the arguing because the passion that the both of you had had led to those ‘passionate’ conversations that were just the two of you just yelling at each other.
You always had him at the edge of his seat trying to analyze everything, but you knew that he was trying to find the better part of himself because he was tired of being so depressed about everything. He was searching for something that he thought was right in front of him and it probably was, but he was stubborn and thought there was something more. Even though you were stubborn, you weren’t as stubborn as him as you tried to tell him that it was in front of him.
Finally, he agreed to go to therapy for you because it’s worth it if it was going to make him the man that was worth it for you. You had been there through his worst moments and it was starting to hurt both you and him from the weight that made it hard for him to open up.
“I’m sorry for all the stress I put you through. I just want you to know that I love you to death,” Coco whispered to you as the two of you laid cuddled up to each other at night.
“I love you to death, mi amor,” you lightly kissed him as the two of you lost consciousness in each other’s arm.
Oh boy, oh geez… I have no excuse except that I WARNED ya’ll I was gonna do this. PLEASE comment and let me know what you think. Also, these are pretty decent lengths, and I’m kinda proud. Anyway– lemme know what you think about this one! Bye!
(No Nick; I couldn’t get into it for him, sorry!)
Headrush definition: a sudden feeling of intense pleasure or euphoria
warnings: STEAMY, all smut, creampie, unprotected sex, anal sex, oral sex, dirty talk, orgasms, biting, dick sucking, squirting, hints of yandere behavior
Billy Russo: It was always the last orgasm that had Billy’s head swimming with pleasure. He took great pride in his ability to cum again and again with little to no rebound time; Billy was a soldier, a Marine, a sniper,so he had incredible control over his body. And yours. The first time he came in the session, Billy came on your stomach, grinning at the sight of his glistening cum on your soft skin. He leaned over, his long fingers stretching over your flesh, spreading his seed over you like a lotion, rubbing himself into your skin. The second time, he came on your ass before quickly flipping you around, sticking his dick in your mouth, and cumming down your throat. The last orgasm he got as you rode him. Billy sat back, dark eyes trained on you as you bounced on top of him. Your breasts were jiggling up and down in a blur of movement, and his hands gripped your thighs hard. He wanted to see his fingerprints on your skin later. You were moaning loudly, so prettily, and Billy arched his hips, groaning when he felt you clench around him in response. He knew what was coming next. He felt the tightness in his balls first, the telltale trigger before he bust. His hands, far from gentle, lifted from your thighs to slap down on your hips as he took control of the pace. Billy enjoyed lifting you up from his dick, leaving the tip in before slamming you back down over and over again until the room was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans, Billy’s deep grunts, and the wet slapping sound of your body on his. His eyes were still open, watching you, even as he felt the shift in his perspective. He was cumming, he was cumming again, inside of you, and fuck, it felt good. “Shit,” he hissed out, his head falling back against the pillows, “shit, fuck….” He felt himself twitch inside of you, still cumming, and he sighed. This was it. This was the best fucking feeling in the world. He watched as his cum started to leak out of you, dripping down onto his cock, still seated inside of you, and he felt his brain go fuzzy with pride. You were his. His. Only he could have you like this, only he could claim you over and over again and again like this, like he’d just done. As you trembled and shook above him, Billy reached out and pulled you down onto his chest, holding you close. You were his. Only his. And he’d be damned if he let anyone take you away.
Logan Delos: Logan would never tire of fucking you. God, it was like every fucking time was the first time. You always surprised him, no matter how well he knew you, no matter how well versed he was in the language of your body, you always found a way to make things new and exciting for him. Logan had you on your knees with his dick in your mouth and his hands on your head, dictating how deep and fast you took him. He liked to change it up, to go from fucking your throat so fast, there were tears in your eyes to slowly pushing his whole cock in your mouth, grinning as you gagged at the thickness. He had started this round talking a lot, telling you how pretty you were and how sweet you looked when you swallowed his cock. He’d made a point to compliment the fullness of your lips as you took in the fullness of his cock down your wet, warm throat, and it was as he was pulling out, playfully slapping your cheek with his drenched cock, that you said the words that took him over the edge. “Fuck Logan,” you gasped, and Logan felt a thrill go down his spine at the brokenness of your voice. He did that. He probably bruised your goddamn throat… “Logan,” you were holding his dick now, kissing it as you spoke, “you can do anything you want to me.” Logan closed his eyes and reminded himself not to cum yet. When he opened them, you were staring up at him with those pretty, innocent eyes. But he knew the truth. “Anything, huh?” He asked, taking hold of your head and pushing it forward, helping you swallow his cock, “So I can fuck your face, sweetheart?” You nodded, and Logan both felt and heard you inhaling through your nose, preparing for him. Fuck, he loved how willing you were. “What if,” he continued, pulling your mouth off of him with a “pop” as he thumbed at your swollen bottom lip, “I wanna put a plug in your ass and fuck your pussy till I’m empty?” “Yes.” He grinned, “You’d let me do that? What if I want to fuck you in the ass?” Your eyes fluttered close, “Yes, Logan, please…” Logan was done for. You were too good, too perfect, he could hardly believe you were real, and you were real.He took hold of his cock and pumped it, pushing it against your open lips. “I want you to swallow,” he said, and you did. You did because you were a good girl, hisgood girl, and Logan wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jax Teller: There were many, many things that Jax loved about you, but it was the way you looked when you took it up the ass that ruined him for other women. There were no other women anymore, just you. And you were more than enough. Jax had you in the classic face down, ass up position; they were throwing a party downstairs, so you didn’t have to worry about keeping it down. No one could hear you two over the music, so Jax was able to indulge in your moans and whimpers and cries, and fuck–you almost sounded as good as you felt. Almost. He had both hands on your hips, pulling you back to him slowly. Jax loved this, loved feeling the way your tight asshole curved around him, loved the breathy cries that came out of your sweet mouth as you rubbed your cheek against the cool sheets, deliciously full. He grunted as he continued pulling you back, grabbing handfuls of the soft, fatty globes of your ass. His rings pushed indents into your skin, and his mouth fell open when he felt himself push in another inch. He liked taking it slow; he had prepped you properly, of course, ate your pussy until you begged him to fuck it, fucked it, made you cum, and then used it for lube as he ate your ass, but he still liked to take his time. Your ass was so tight, and Jax was so big, so the stretch, fuck,the stretch was incredible, it was like nothing he had ever felt before, nothing either of you had felt before. And yet, that was the case every time he fucked you in the ass like this. It was always unbelievably unique, every time. Jax opened his eyes when he finally felt his pelvis bump into your ass; god, he was stuffed inside you so tight, Jax thought he could die then and there happy. It didn’t take long for him to start to move, and then he was fucking your ass, hips slamming into your bouncing ass as you moaned against the bed. Jax could feel his orgasm building, feel the rush in his dick, head, and heart, and he opened his eyes to look at you. His dick was absolutely packed in your ass, and he lifted a hand to smack it down against your asscheek, and then, fuck, you were cumming, and he was cumming, inside of your asshole, spreading your asscheeks so he could get in as far as he could. Jax stayed there, pressed against you, for another minute before he pulled out, chuckling at your whine. He watched his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, leaving a wet puddle beneath you. Smirking, he reached out and smacked your ass again, chuckling again at your gasp. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he leaned down to kiss the center of your back, “I love you…”
Coco Cruz: Coco had never considered himself a morning person until you. He had been an early riser, yes, but not necessarily a morning person. But then he discovered how pliable and sweet and eager to please you were first thing in the morning, and Coco was hooked. He had your head in his lap, sucking his dick as he fingered you lazily. Coco had woken you up with kisses that had turned into you, voice nearly a whisper, soft from sleepiness, saying to him, “Can I taste your dick, baby? Please?” And how could he say no to that? Coco sighed as he watched you; your eyes were closed as you took him in, one hand wrapped around his dick, stroking the length of him while you sucked on the head like a lollipop, and your other hand was cupping his balls, gently but firmly rolling them around in your little hand like you knew he liked. You were always eager to please Coco, but your dedication to the task always seemed different early in the morning. You were more submissive, and god, it drove Coco crazy. He grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your head up, and he could have cried with the way you looked at him. There was nothing but love and devotion in your pretty eyes. Shameless, Coco dragged you up to him, kissing you deeply. He rolled on top of you, tongue swirling around in your mouth, and mentally wondered how he got so fucking lucky. “You feel so fucking good, huh,” he gasped, grabbing your thigh and lifting it, opening you up for him, “Fucking sucking me so goddamn good. Almost fucking came, baby,” he kissed you again, this time harder, fiercer, humping against you, his dick was hard as a rock and wet with your drool and his precum, and Coco groaned, annoyed, when his dick slipped away from your soaking pussy. “So goddamn wet. Just from sucking dick. Sucia,” he grinned, kissing along your jaw, “Gonna let me cum in you?” “Yes,” you answered, nodding as Coco continued to tease you, “Yes, baby, yes, cum inside me., please, please, please!” Coco didn’t need to be told twice. He slid into you quickly, all the way, and you both gasped as he filled you. Coco had you cumming immediately, and that alone was enough to have his head swirling with emotion. He came too, grunting as he slammed into you two, three, four times as his cock drained itself inside your pulsating walls. He laid on top of you, resting his forehead against yours, and smiled. “Hey,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, “I fucking love you, baby. I love you.”
Angel Reyes: Every time he heard the click of the polaroid camera, Angel swore his dick twitched. He could feel the wet spot on his boxers, could feel his dick, hard and leaking, straining against the black cotton. He was aching to touch himself, or more accurately, to have you touch him, but the wait was necessary. Angel sighed, content, as he looked over at you. You were naked, on your back in his bed, legs spread wide, so wide that he could see how wet you were. There were photos littered all over the bed and floor, as well as discarded boxes of film. Angel made sure he didn’t miss a moment. “You are so goddamn perfect,” he sighed out dreamily. “Angel,” you whined, gripping your knees and spreading your legs wider; Angel got the message. He handed you the camera and dove in, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he stuck a finger inside of you. You were still so tight; it took a while to get you loose enough for his dick, but Angel didn’t mind. It gave him more time to worship you like you deserve and please you like he needed. You were moaning, both hands in his hair, as Angel ate you out. His dick was weeping pre-cum, and Angel had to hump against the mattress for even a bit of relief as he lapped at your delicious pussy. He heard the camera click above him and grinned; you were taking pictures like the good girl you were. He couldn’t wait to see them later, look back at the images of him touching you, holding you, eating you, and soon–fucking you. He wanted to feel your mouth, but he didn’t have any more patience to wait. Angel made you cum twice with his mouth before he sat up, taking the camera and pointing it downwards, taking a picture of your waiting pussy. He grinned down at you, “Before…” Angel pushed into you, your legs opening up eagerly as you took all of him. Angel loved stretching you out, he loved how your pussy would quiver when he fucked you; you had told him that he was by far the biggest man you’d ever been with, and you hadn’t been lying. Your mouth was open, a deep, wordless moan working its way from your core as you shivered beneath him. Angel took the next picture; a perfect polaroid of his thick, veiny dick inside of you, stretching you open like a pro. It didn’t take long for him to cum, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of joy that came from fucking you. He came a lot, pumping you full before pulling out and releasing the considerable last of his load on your stomach, painting you in his cum. The resulting picture he took stays in the back of his wallet and the front of his memory every single day.
Miguel Galindo: You were intoxicating. You were an addiction. You were perfect and precious and priceless, and you were all his. Miguel was draped on top of you, as close as can be, watching you as you came undone on his cock. He had already made you cum three times already; once on his tongue as you rode his face, then again when he fingered you, and a third time when he turned you around and ate you from behind, leaving a particularly harsh bite on your left ass cheek just because he can. Now he was on you, inside of you, memorizing the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and how your sweet, plump lips fell open as he rocked against you. Miguel held your hair in his hand, keeping your face towards him, nose to nose with him as you shuddered and sighed underneath his hard, firm body. His other hand was gripping your hip, and every few seconds he would swipe his thumb against your heated skin. God, Miguel could watch you like this for hours. You were so utterly broken, so drunk on him, it made him feel like a fucking king–no, like a god. He was the one who made you feel this way, he was the one who you allowed to see you like this, to feel you like this. He was the one you belonged to. Miguel eyed you softly, even as his dick pounded into you, making you claw at his back in ecstasy. His mouth was only inches from yours, and he leaned in closer, breathing in your desire and swallowing your sweet, breathless moans. “Say my name,” he growled, the hand in your hair going to grip your jaw, gently shaking it so your eyes would open and land on him, “Say my name, mi amor. Tell me how good I make you feel.” You obeyed instantly, as he knew you would, and Miguel closed his eyes as you sang his name, “Oh, Miguel, fuck, fuck Miguel, yes, Miguel–” you were chanting his name now, over and over and over, and oh god, Miguel could feel your pussy clenching around him, and then he was cumming, he was cumming inside of you, hot spurts of cum releasing deep inside of you and raining down your warm walls. The way you said his name had Miguel shaking, it had him weak, it had him desperate. He needed you, he needed to hear you say his name like that for the rest of your lives. Slowly, he kissed you, his tongue moving against yours. He didn’t want to pull out yet. In fact, he wouldn’t. Miguel smiled against your lips; you were still muttering his name as your orgasm subsided, and he was determined to get you screaming it again.
Johnny Tuturro: Johnny could fuck you 100 times a day, and still want more. He had lost count of how long the two of you had been like this, wrapped together, rolling around in bed. It’d been a couple of hours, at least. You swallowed his dick after dinner, underneath the table while Johnny watched until he came. You had licked it up, cleaning him with your tongue, and Johnny had thanked you by picking you up, placing you on the table, and having you for dessert. He’d started with his face between your legs, getting those sharp cheekbones of his wet as he shook his head from side to side, making sure to taste every last bit of you. He had laughed, smacking your thigh, when you came. But he wasn’t done there; Johnny had turned you over, positioning you on the table on your stomach, legs spread, ass up, as he ate you from behind. It wasn’t long before he had been taking his clothes off and pushing into you, making you push up off of the table. Johnny wasn’t sure how long he’d had you on the table, but he didknow that you came twice before he was pulling out, picking you up, and tossing you on the couch. You rode him there, and Johnny had kissed and tweaked at your nipples as you bounced on him, telling you how fucking pretty you were. And God, you were. Your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen from kisses and his dick and from biting–both your bites and his–you were beautiful. He had almost cum on the couch, so he turned you over and had you ride him reverse cowgirl for a while, reaching around to pinch your nipples until he had you squirming on his dick, cumming again. Your legs had turned to jelly then, so Johnny had picked you up and carried you to bed, where he kissed you softly and slowly while he touched you all over. Johnny loved kissing you; he sucked on your tongue as he groped your breast, and all it took was two skilled fingers curling inside of you to have you cumming again. And then he was inside of you again, and he was calling you baby, and you were mewling and gasping and moaning, and Johnny felt your pussy damn near suck him in, and he knew what to do. He took two fingers, the same two that had just made you cum, and strummed them on your clit. He grinned, hips still slamming against yours, as he watched you howl with pleasure. You screamed his name out, and Johnny nearly sobbed when he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. You were such an angel, you were crying. You were cumming and crying on his dick, and then–oh!You were exploding, suddenly Johnny’s dick and fingers were drenched, the sheets were drenched, and Johnny fell on top of you, toes curling as he emptied himself inside your dripping pussy. Neither of you spoke for a while, you just held each other, and Johnny closed his eyes as he cuddled against your heaving chest. Soon, he would get up and clean you up, take care of you. But for now, he was happy to float in time with you, still inside of you, warm and loved.
Rio: “Fuck,” Rio groaned, his voice deep and low in your ear, “That’s so fucking good, ma.” He was on top of you, hands on your ankles, keeping you wide open for him as he broke you with his dick. Your eyes were closed, Rio knew he had lost you to the ecstasy long ago when he first started working you over. He took his time with you, kissing you deeply while gently caressing your curves, holding you in his lap, both of you fully clothed, for what felt like long, torturously delicious hours before he had slowly started to undress you. Rio treated you like a gift, unwrapping you with great care, those long, talented fingers teasing and pleasing you mercilessly, brushing against you here, rubbing against you there. His kiss had worked its way down from your mouth to your neck and collar as he cupped one of your breasts, and you balanced yourself in his lap, one large hand of his gripping your ass–still covered by your underwear, as he kissed you senseless. Rio could feel you melting against him, could feel you becoming weakened from his touch. Still kissing you, he leaned forward, lowering himself on top of you as you laid on your back. You were naked save for your underwear, and he slid them off of you easily, taking a few extra minutes to finger you, smirking into your mouth as you moaned against him. You were soaking wet, his fingers were coated with your juices, and he knew there was no need for any more foreplay. He had to have you now. And so he took hold of your ankles, spreading your pretty legs wide so that he could look down at the glossy mess that was your pussy, all for him. It was almost enough to make him bust early. Instead, he slid inside of you and dedicated himself to making you as needy for him as he was for you. Rio loved having you like this; he watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, and he could hear the wet, slick sound of him pushing in and out of your pussy with each thrust. You were so wet, so good, Rio cooed when he noticed you trembling. “Oh, yeah, mama, yeah,” he praised, “that’s fucking it. Got your body shakin’ like it’s supposed to,” he leaned down, kissing at the side of your face, releasing his grip on your ankles to hold you close to him. His eyes were glued to you, watching the way you came undone because of him. “Give it to me,” he whispered, his voice nearly hoarse with desire, “Fuck, baby, let me have it–yeah, just like that…” He groaned as he felt your shaking intensify; you were cumming, and he pushed into you deeper, enjoying the way your pussy clamped around him. Rio came with you, a strangled moan erupting from his lips as he burst inside of you, filling you up until he was shaking too. He held you close, lips dropping lazy kisses to your forehead as his eyes fluttered close, “Don’t fucking move,” he said softly, “wanna fall asleep inside of you… I’ll fuck you again in the morning, yeah, champ?”
Please let me know which boy was your favorite, if you had a favorite! And come on, which headrush did you like the most? Anyway thanks for reading, I’m gonna run off now and hopefully come back to some comments and maybe even some of you lovingly calling me a bitch/slut ;3
Oh boy, oh geez… I have no excuse except that I WARNED ya’ll I was gonna do this. PLEASE comment and let me know what you think. Also, these are pretty decent lengths, and I’m kinda proud. Anyway– lemme know what you think about this one! Bye!
(No Nick; I couldn’t get into it for him, sorry!)
Headrush definition: a sudden feeling of intense pleasure or euphoria
JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ x black! Reader / SPRING PROMPTS!
A/N:since I don’t/didn’t write nearly enough for him. *sigh* that’s all I’m going to say on that. My sprint prompts were intentionally supposed to be fluff but…WARNINGS; mentions of mental health, drug habits, some fluff, language, and dark times! Sad times!
Using: #11. fresh baked bread + #12. Walk in the woods from the spring OTP prompt list.
Track listened to while writing?
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They always say you don’t have enough time in the world. Most usually think the opposite and unconsciously live life like it’s any other day, that it’s limitless yet it’s anything but. For the last week it felt like there was just something weighing on your chest and your gut was telling you that time was running out. You tried to blame it on your clinical depression but this was different.
At the start of the new week you started to pay attention to everything more. How everyone in the house was on the go, you always at the bakery at the crack of dawn, preparing breads and pastries with your small crew for the morning rush, Letty doing instacart and showing up whenever she wanted or whenever her piece of shit boyfriend decided to pick her up, and with Coco…he was always on call. To you it just felt like none of you were spending enough time together lately and you wanted to change that.
Well…you attempted to.
The electric dough mixer down at the bakery decided to break after just spending $800+ on it a month ago—thankfully you had warranty on it so another one was being shipped out to you free of charge while the delivery service took the broken one off your hands. Bad news? It was on delay since apparently all the bakers wanted this dough maker so you had to wait two weeks for it. Which also means!! You all had to use your hands more, since there were only three available table top mixers.
“If the work becomes too much, just shut down for a few days, mamita. You deserve it.” Johnny suggested one night, the both of you sitting on your bed as he rubbed at your shoulders.
You leaned into his touch, reaching one hand up to rest against his hand, “Only if you take a break from the club.”
“…we’re not doin’ that tit for tat shit. And I already took a long enough break, don’t you think?” He stopped massaging you for a moment.
Sighing you answered, “yeah against your will, we all know you’re dealing with a disease.”
“Let’s,” he started to raise his voice and lowered his tone and softened his touch, “not go that route tonight. It was just a suggestion, you’re clearly stressed out and could use a break. And I’m trying to get back on track so it sounds like we all gotta do what’s best for us.”
You hummed, too exhausted to argue with your boyfriend for the night and slowly moved from his grasp. Coco’s intense eyes watched your entire being as you slid over to your side of the bed, reached into your night stand to tie your headscarf over your hair.
“Okay.” You finalized, reaching to toss the covers back as you rested underneath them with a yawn.
The man watched you for a moment before he got off the bed to flip off the light switch. Once beside you, he tangled your legs together and pressed his forehead in between your shoulder blades. Once you felt that you began to slowly close your eyes until he asked, “is it though?”
“I’m willing to spend time with not only you but letty. Our family. We have to find balance for each other here and you don’t want to call your health condition what it is…fine. You only want to share that at meetings? Oh-kay . We’ll do that your way but that’s part of life, we have to make time for each other. So…y’all let me know when we can fit into our busy schedule’s.” You mumbled, “goodnight.”
Johnny huffed out a breath against your back but tightened a hold on your waist for the night.
It was a Wednesday when Coco told you Marcus encouraged him and others to head out to Oakland this weekend and of course he took that opportunity. Coco could see that you were disappointed that he would be leaving and Letty seemed indifferent since she could always find something else to get into. Although the both of you shared deep conversations (only when Letty felt like being vulnerable that is) you knew that half of that was for show.
Although you knew this trip was for good measure, you had that sinking feeling sitting in your gut again. You were tight smiles as Coco talked about how good this would be to honor their fallen brothers yet you couldn’t help but to feel selfish about it.
“What’s your weekend, plans?” Coco asked, as he shifted you from the mirror as you finished twisting a section of your hair into a final knot.
He shuffled through drawers.
Pressing your tongue into your cheek, you breathed out a laugh and exited the bathroom. Coco shortly followed after you, tossing a arched tattooed leg up onto your bed to moisturize.
“What’s up your ass, huh?”
Your eyebrows raised as you glanced at him from over your phone. Facing your body in his direction, you turned your eyes into slits, “did our conversation two days ago not mean anything to you?”
The long haired man furrowed his brows, “you mean everything to me, you’re basically the other side of my heart, so yeah any conversation means something.”
Chewing on your bottom lip you deeply inhaled at that. You’d be a fool if you said those words didn’t make butterflies float around in your belly but you were more of a actions kinda person. Talking about the fairytales were always peaceful and it was always tough to get there but lately it felt like you were getting off track again.
Everything was becoming a routine rather than a necessity.
“So…you’re going to Oakland.”
He dipped his head, “I’ll be back early Sunday morning. You know it’s for a good reason.”
“Which I get…but it doesn’t feel right. Why can’t you honor your brothers here? Close to home instead.” You softly said.
Coco moved around the bed to plop down beside you, “‘Cause Marcus saw what efforts I’ve been putting in for this club. He trusts me to go out there and bond with another charter by paying our respects to something we share in common, the lost of family. I can’t pass that up. I know you understand that, right?”
“Of course I understand,” you huffed, “it’s a given when you get involved with someone in a risk taking club but sometimes I just wish you would put this family first too…what if you lose us?”
Instantly coco gripped your hand, getting you to meet his gaze. “Hey, I don’t ever want to hear you talk about that possibility. I don’t want to go back to that thought either, I had enough of that shit back on the mm.”
He searched your eyes which held worry in them. With his free hand he gripped your chin and ran his thumb gently over your brown skin, “I hear you though. As long as I got you and you got me, that’ll never be a lost. I even got plans for the both us tomorrow…oh yeah, I forgot to mention you’re taking a personal day from the shop.”
Coco watched as your frame brightened, almost like that special flower that needs the night to grow, at the news; despite the darkening bags that sat underneath your eyes. It was your turn to grip Coco’s now bare shoulder, “where are we going, johnny?”
“It’s a surprise, mamita. You better rest up.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to your cheek.
“How do you expect me to sleep when you just told me I get to spend time with my best friends tomorrow?”
Coco laughed pinching your chin, “you’re so fucken cute, mamita. I’m just happy that I can make a piece of my heart happy too.”
Pressing your lips to his, you pulled back while knuzzling your bulbous nose against his crooked pointed one.
“…Think you can help put me to sleep?” You questioned, caressing a finger against his bare waist.
His famous lopsided smile appeared on his lips, “I’d be honored to.” Before he pounced on you.
Letty wasn’t home by the time the two of you headed out. He sent her the address and told her to meet the two of you there if she wanted to be part of this moment and she sarcastically sent back some emojis in her typical teenage fashion. The two of you rode out of santo padre for at least half an hour and stopped on the side of the road, just for coco to blind fold you.
“So I know this is one of your kinks and everything bro but um, couldn’t we have discussed this before? I’m still trying to hold onto these lash extensions considering that money’s tight.” You responded, trying to loosen the hold on the back of your dome.
One thing about Johnny Cruz? The man was definitely heavy handed.
“We’re another ten minutes out, it won’t be that long. You can handle it, I promise.”
“I guess…” you trailed off, turning your head to where the passenger window would be.
You convinced your long time boyfriend that taking your car over his bike would be best, just in case Letty wanted to ride back home with you two. If you would have known you’d be off-roading a bit you would have saved your sweet Hyundai hatchback the trouble. Your eyes went wide as you felt the car rocking from side to side and thought you were on the verge of a car accident but Coco’s laughs and squeeze to your thigh gave somereassurance.
Once the car was in park, you sighed touching your chest before fumbling to unbuckle yourself from the car. Coco assisted you out of the car and stood in front of you to take the blind fold off.
Flinching at the partly cloudy sunlight you glanced around the man to see nothing but huge trees, dirt, and the smell of evergreen.
“Where are we?”
He didn’t answer your question, reaching forward to grip your hand, “Want to go for a mini hike?”
“Is that why you wanted me to wear these itchy ass gym pants?”
His free hand slid down your side before reaching backwards to give it a nice smack, “yeah…they’re also my favorite on you.” He winked while you shoved him back playfully.
“Nah, I just wanted you to be comfortable and enjoy the view. C’mon.” He led the way, intertwining his hands with yours.
The walk through the woods made the both of you feel at ease, despite you being clueless on the area ,you felt safe with the guy you’ve known since you were seventeen and it blew your mind to still be standing here after everything the both of you went through.
It truly was a blessing.
You felt yourself wanting to be closer and pulled yourself underneath his arm as you slowly walked through the woods, simply enjoying each other’s company. After a moment you found yourself looking up, feeling much smaller underneath the trees that stood above the both of you. You were chilly underneath the spring air and coco always felt cold but the weight of him surely blocked that feeling out. A white butterfly flew by your eyes, pulling you from the sky while the birds chirped along with each step you both took.
Once you approached a white bridge, you stopped to peer out at the lake to your right.
“…what you think?” Coco asked after a moment of white noise.
Blinking you looked at him, “there’s swans here?”
“Huh? Oh yeah they’re were fuckin’ annoying the last time I came out here so don’t get too excited about ‘em, they might turn up missing.” The braided-haired man glared at the green water while you snorted at the irritation on his face, “but I wasn’t talking about that. I’m talking about the house.”
The what?
Coco easily picked up the confusion on your face and lifted his chin in the direction of the said house that sat over and back from the water.
“Let’s go.” He smiled at your speechlessness and tugged you over the bridge and down a slope and over to what appeared to be a deep- red single family home.
Your eyes kept wandering around, the large plot of dirt that covered the driveway had you in awe. Even if you could afford multiple cars, it would take plenty to fill this lot but any parties hosted here you were sure everyone could fit here…as soon as you figured out another route to get here that is.
“That makeshift garage over there that Gilly fucked up, we can store the bikes and of course your car there, especially when we get those sandstorms.” Coco casually said before carrying on to the white picket fence that boarded the home.
He undid the latch before leading you into the front yard. A white door contrasted against the darker tone of the house and another covered by a Spanish lace black steel security door. There were large and medium sized windows on each corner of the house and to your left a white gated area (which also seemed to hold a chicken coop behind?) followed by a pathway in between.
“Want to head in?”
“Johnny…don’t play with me.” You started with a inhale, “what is this?”
He lifted his shoulders nonchalantly, “A house. Our house if you want it to be.”
Clenching your eyes shut you shook your head, “we can’t possibly afford this. How much is this? Is it renting or to purchase?”
“It’sours mamita.” He pressed, gripping your forearms, “don’t stress, I got us. Remember months ago you said we needed our own space to grow together and it’s bigger than what we have now.”
Yes you liked the idea of having something new for the three of you, to grow better. It may have been what you needed but the both of you knew Johnny wasn’t the best when it came to money and that was before the dr*g habit swerved in.
“It’s got enough space for us, two bedrooms until leticia actually means what she says when she wants to get the fuck out, and two bathrooms. Our own laundry area, more storage space, a extra living space, our own lake.” He listed with his fingers.
You interrupted, “what is this madness, Florida?”
Coco snorted as he continued, “and the kitchen? I know you’re gonna love it. Me, Gilly, and Creeper just finished the floors the other day. Mind you it still needs a shit ton of work but I’m down to do it for us, you know?”
Your silence was beginning to make Coco anxious as his hold on your hand became fingers linked with yours instead.
“Take me inside then, show me what we’re working with.” You waved him forward.
It was his turn to beam at you as he gripped both sides of your face to kiss you. Smiling into the kiss, he gripped your hand and fished his jean pockets to find the key. As you stepped into the home you always kept in mind that the living situations here always required dim lighting since majority of the homes were built in the 1950’s and up. You were met with tile floors with a rug rolled off to the side, you weren’t sure what this open space was truly meant for but it could work for what it seemed like it was made for, a nice entrance way: coat racks, benches to put your shoes on your way out, large mirror against one wall, a runner on the floor, a large circle table with a floral arrangement, with possibly a nice light feature installed to brighten it up.
Excitement began to show on your face as you briefly touched the walls.
“This was originally a dining area? The kitchen is up to the right and the living room is right across from it.” Coco explained, “listen to me sounding like a preppy ass real estate agent.”
“If you were, maybe my room would be even bigger.” A voice called out making the man roll his eyes.
Easily recognizing the voice you followed it, glancing over at the carpeted living room which had a wood oven tucked in the corner, you entered the kitchen instead to find Letty leaning against the counter. The counters were on the lighter side, tan and looked fairly new. Your eyes immediately went to the floor and you were in love. Clasping your hands together you looked back at Coco who causally shrugged his shoulders.
“You did this?!”
“Mostly, yeah. The refurbishing the cabinets were a real pain in my ass though.” He commented.
“You did that!” You looked over at the white fridge, “I apologize to you Nene but as long as it works I don’t really care!”
Letty snorted as she also looked over at the fridge herself and then went over to the oven, “so what’s the verdict, y/n?”
“Oh I want it. It’s going to be a commute to work once we actually live in this but it’s a new beginning and I think we all need it.” You answered, still looking around, moving to peek at the indoor porch area?
“Are you sure?” Coco asked.
You stared out the window located in the indoor porch and felt a smile appear on your lips as you thought about the new memories that will be made here. Spinning on your heels you kept that smile on your lips as you held your arms out and tossed them around Coco’s neck.
“I still need the details about how this all went down but I’m too happy right now to worry about it.”
“Good,” he pecked your lips, “I don’t want you to worry about a thing anymore.”
“I love you, Johnny.”
“I love you too, even when you’re being all gushy and shit.” He smiled down at your lips which you smacked with a roll of your eyes.
“Alright enough of this romance shit, let’s eat this over baked bread which coco wanted me to bring here for you. Don’t worry before you even ask, yes it’s fresh…I think y/n!” Letty shoved her way in between you two; holding a charcuterie board?
Shaking your head at the girl you peaked down at the board spotting some type of cheese you wouldn’t be eating, grapes, salami, and your favorite: pumpernickel bread waiting for you.
“Did you call this over baked bread, leticia?” You pulled a large piece apart and shoved it into your mouth as the girl nodded, “it’s supposed to look like this. Just extra melanin to it, nothing wrong with that.”
“Well when you put it that way, of course not.”
“This is one my top favorite breads. Keeps you full since it’s heavy, slightly on the sweet side and made with sourdough and ground rye. Originally from Germany too.” You summarized as you held out the other piece to share with Johnny who tossed it into his mouth.
Letty widened her eyes and spun away, “and here I thought I dropped out of school.”
“Yeah…we’re gonna discuss that soon too.” Coco addressed, making the girl slightly frown at him but said nothing more, not sure if she really believed that.
You felt your own brows raise at that statement but the smile of your face out-beat it. You went over to the counter touching the material before grabbing another piece of bread.
“Did you show y/n the haunted part of the house, coco?” Letty grinned, lightly elbowing you.
Choking a bit, you peered at Coco who glared at his daughter who bit back a laugh.
“It’s not haunted.”
“Gilly thinks it is too.” Letty added, “it’s definitely eerie. You’ll see what I’m talking about soon, I’m sure.”
“Uh uh, now I don’t want to finish that part of the tour. I told y’all my grams is a preacher and she always told us any evil can latch onto you and that’s the last thing I need.” You did a cross motion over your chest.
Letty hummed, “isn’t your dad also a pro-golfer? Damn girl you should have brought a club with you then.”
“Letty shut the—stop talking! She’s kidding, matter of fact we’ll all go and see it’s not even that bad. We got to walk through there to get to the laundry room anyways.” Coco waved you along but you weren’t budging. 
Coco sucked his teeth and charged over to the both of you, grabbing the both of you and going out the other door which led back to the front yard. Down the first narrow pathway you went—against your will, which led to another wooden gate leaving coco to unlatch that as well before turning to the right which led to the supposed haunted area. You spotted a light switch to the right of the house and cautiously stepped forward with Letty’s arm holding onto yours.
Coco was up ahead, sliding some doors open to show what would be the laundry area. When he looked back at the two of you, he sucked his teeth.
“Could you two move any slower?!”
“Hey!” You called out, “I’m putting my faith in my girl here…this area is giving Jason voorhees.”
Letty exclaimed, “see!”
Once you got next to the man, you stood in silence for a bit eyeing the laundry area and slightly nodded your head before leaning towards the dark haired man.
“Ki Ki Ki, ma ah ma.” You muttered the famous theme song making Coco pull his body away from you in pure annoyance, while you and Letty both shared a laugh.
“Alright then,” Coco sniffed before he latched onto your wrist.
Oh no.
“Wait!” You pleaded, “I don’t think I should be man handled right now, I just ate. Can we do this a little bit later when my bread digests?”
Coco shifted his eyes, thinking about it. “No. you’ve been talking shit so it’s two strikes and you’re out.”
‘That’s not really how it works…’ you thought.
“What did I do?! I didn’t say anything negative, just that it’s giving Florida and camp crystal lake combined! You need to talk to your daughter and her smart mouth. I love our new home because it’s ours! I’m super thankful. So whatever idea you got stirring in your Scorpio brain just forget it, let’s finish the tour, papi.” You attempted to plead your case but there was no going back when you became coco’s target.
He latched onto your thighs and flipped you over his shoulders with ease. Letty followed after the both of you, phone out recording the whole ordeal as Coco wrestled you to ground and legit sat on you.
“Johnny!” You screamed, “Get off me! You’re getting grass in my hair.”
“You got those Bantu shits in you’re fine,” He dismissed, “Letty get the hose.”
“I think the fuck not.” You mumbled as your self-defense class skills came in handy as you wrestled with the man you loved.
Now sitting on coco’s chest, you scrambled as he bucked to get you off him. Letty tossed you the hose and now it was your choice to turn it on and when no water flowed through, you frowned.
“Ha! The water hasn’t been turned on yet but I could always throw your ass into the lake out back.” He explained.
“And you’ll never see me again if you do.” You rolled your neck down at the man.
Coco kissed his teeth, “you ain’t goin’ nowhere, you’re mine.”
“You promise?”
“Obviously. I’m letting that perfect ass crush our heart right now for nothing.” Coco slightly wheezed, making you roll your eyes as you leaned over to kiss his lips.
That’s when he flipped you two over, but you didn’t seem to mind as much with his tongue fighting for entrance pass your lips and him hitching your legs up and over his hips.
“Ugh! I thought we were gonna get a beat down but it looks like it’s headed The Kim k and Ray J route so I’m outta here, gotta cut the cameras!” Letty scowled going back to her phone while you laughed and you were pretty sure Coco flipped her the bird.
He muttered against your lips, “ours is better anyways, much better! Those two don’t even know what a true masterpiece is.”
“Johnny, shut up!” You covered his mouth while he winked at you and Letty scrunched up her lips as she went back inside and far away from you two.
He laughed, pecking your lips again but not without lightly nipping your bottom lip before he moved to sit beside you. He searched his jeans for a cigarette as you rested your head in his lap.
“Tell the truth, you like it, you love it, or you not feelin’ it?” He said around the stick in his mouth.
Which you snatched from him and lightly tugged on one of his pigtails to grasp his attention, “I love it, you said it’s ours. Its home and you’re here which is where I want to be so it gets a stamp of approval from me. Also I see so much potential here so I’m sold, that’s all.”
“Way to narrow it down, simp.” He teased.
“Just had to be clear.”
“Crystal?”
You gasped while he winked at you.
That whole day played in your mind constantly after you got the worst news of your life. It was forever embedded into your mind along with lifelong memories that bled into your brain. It was too painful right now but it wouldn’t stop even when you closed your eyes, he was there. His voice, his touch, his longing stare…except this time he wouldn’t be coming back and you didn’t know how to stomach that. First you were incredibly sad but more angry than anything and that only amplified once you caught angel fucking Reyes zipping up his pants inside of your house.
It didn’t take long for you to peek and see Letty curled up on a arm chair staring blankly at the tv, for you to go into full attack mode.
“Y/n.” The taller thick bearded man started, raising his hands in surrender, “it’s not—
You clenched onto a golf club by the door and dropped everything else you had in your hands. All you saw was black as you began to frantically take deep breaths, “For as long as I’ve known you, I didn’t think you could stoop this got damn low. You are a shit stain and I’m gonna swing until your big ass head deflates!”
The amount of fear that actually appeared in Angel’s eyes was evident as he began scrambling around the house while you banshee screamed; swinging everything in sight, hoping it would catch your supposed “old friend” on his way out.
“Y/n!” Letty yelled, “stop!”
“Don’t you look at her and don’t you dare come by here again, you hear me?! I’ll kill you! And I hope Johnny haunts you even after your death.” You managed to catch a nice swing to his shoulder as Angel struggled to get the door open.
He yelped, “Ow, fuck! That hurt!”
“Get the fuck out of our house!” You got another hit to his lower back as he finally got out of the house.
With one last chuck, the club left a dent in the front door. Panting you turned to Letty who eyed you, unsure what to do.
“The hell was that?!”
Your eyes flicked up to the girl who almost straightened up at your appearance. It was almost sinister with the way you stared at her, holding your hands out as you slowly backed away from the clueless teen. Stumbling into the bathroom, you locked yourself in there and turned on the shower. Struggling to get a grip you held onto the counter for a moment, your head was pulsating and it was getting harder to breathe. Snatching a towel off the rack, you dropped to the floor and curled up into a position and pressed the towel to your mouth as you let out some screams which quickly turned to sobs.
Letty sat right by the door, head in her hands as she could faintly hear you in pain. It would now just be the two of you picking up the pieces to be each other’s person now. The common denominator would always be Johnny Cruz but Letty always felt like her time was limited with him, she’ll always think about the what if’s but at least she knew what she had. No doubt it sucked and it would always hurt but at least she still had you. She hoped that gave her dad—her coco some peace in his final moments.
Time is not always on your side but sanguinely you conquer it with the life that you choose.
Whose body was on Taza’s bike ? Was it a Mayan ? Was it the Son they killed in season 2? Is that Coco that Ez is punching ? Why are the Mayan charters going to war ?
Warnings: 18+ sexual content, yall already know what it is by the title lmao
A/N: I read this HC for JJK the other day that I swore I saved so I could link it here for credit/inspo and i can’t find it Once I read it, all I could think about was how the boys would be if they called you while they were indulging in some self love and you didn’t pick up for whatever reason…and here we are Also it’s the first time getting to write for Mayan Manny and let me just say it’s the first of an eternity
Warnings: 18+ sexual content, yall already know what it is by the title lmao
A/N: I read this HC for JJK the other day that I swore I saved so I could link it here for credit/inspo and i can’t find it Once I read it, all I could think about was how the boys would be if they called you while they were indulging in some self love and you didn’t pick up for whatever reason…and here we are Also it’s the first time getting to write for Mayan Manny and let me just say it’s the first of an eternity
He starts sweet about it
He pauses his movements, trying his best to hold off until he hands up
But hearing your voice on the messaging system
It makes him throb
“Hey babe. It’s me…uh,”
His hand is moving like it has a mind of it’s own, and he chuckles into the receiver, letting you in on the activity
“I miss you. A lot. I just keep thinking about you.”
He’s quiet for a moment, his brain seemingly unable to focus on both the pleasure and putting together a sentence.
“How beautiful you are. How good you smell. Fuck, I miss your smell. Especially your hair.”
His fist is pumping faster, eyes fluttering closed as he imagines you, all beauty and smiles
“I miss how you grip me. How you have to use both hands. How your eyes look when you watch me.”
His hips are moving too now as he pictures your body, bare and all his
“I need you so fucking bad. I can’t wait to be back home with you. This ain’t cutting it.”
He trails off for the most part then, just letting you hear him moan and hiss, saying you name until he spills over his hand, chest sweaty
“Fuck, mama.”
He catches his breath and tells you he loves you quickly before the time runs out, hanging up and chuckling at himself, only able to imagine what type of voicemails you will leave him next time he doesn’t answer
He’s quiet for the first couple of seconds when he hears the beep
Then he makes up his mind
He’s vulgar from the start, talking dirty with no prelude or warm up
Stroking himself harder so you can hear it over the phone
“Miss you so much, mi reina. I’m so fuckin’ hard for you. I can’t think about anything but that perfect pussy. I’m gonna fuckin’ rail you when I get back home.”
He stops talking for a little, bring the phone down by his hip so you can hear the obscene sound of his hand pumping
He’s purposefully more vocal
Knowing that if you can’t see him, he’s going to let your ears paint the picture for you
“So hard and thick, baby. All for you. You got me fuckin’ throbbing and you ain’t even here.”
He’s picturing you
How he had you bent over the kitchen counter
Hands gripping the granite as he plowed into you from behind
“Wish you were here. I’d fuckin’ wreck you if you were here.”
He’s cursing and growling as he comes, his seed collected across his stomach
And for a second, he can almost trick himself into thinking he feels your mouth on him cleaning it up
But then he’s left alone with the silence again, his voice softer now.
“Hope you sleep well, princesa. Talk to you tomorrow.”
He’s playful
The first thing coming after the beep being a deep laugh
“Why you not answering the phone, mama? What, you don’t wanna talk to me no more?”
He keeps stroking himself lazily, no match for how much better it feels when you do it
And he lets you know that
“I’m sitting here in bed, thinkin’ about you. Figured I’d make myself come before bed, but it wasn’t the same without you. Now you’re not even answering the phone.”
He laughed again, but he wasn’t mad
It was late, after all
He kept tugging at himself, rambling off as he did
“Bet you look real cute, all curled up right now. You holding my pillow? Cuddling into it because you miss me? Bet you are.”
He picks up the pace, squeezing himself gently just like you do every now and then
“I wonder if you touched yourself before bed too. Maybe that’s why you’re asleep so deep you didn’t even hear my call.”
He groans at the thought, picturing you in your bed, legs spread
“Ain’t the same though, is it mama? Nah. It’s better when it’s me doing it. Just like it’s better when it’s you doing it.”
He doesn’t say much from then on, just letting you get an earful as he comes, cursing and growling
He’s laughing again then as he cleans up, looking forward to your call in the morning
“I’ll talk to you later, mama. Maybe I won’t pick up either, let you have your turn.”
He’s a little huffy about it at first
He finally found a couple minutes to himself, stashed away in the bathroom, and now you don’t pick up
“Hey, uh…I just wanted to see if I could talk to you. I needed to hear your voice.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds more, wondering to himself if he should just hang up and try again later
But things have been so busy and he’s so hard
He doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance so he sighs and keeps talking, knowing he’s already there
“Was gonna see how you were doing, maybe get some phone sex going, but since you didn’t pick up, I guess it’s just me huh?”
He strokes himself firmly, not trying to make it feel like you since he knows he can’t
“I fuckin’ miss you, chiquita. I wanna be with you. This shit is taking to long.”
He huffs, eyes closed as he strokes himself
“I wanna be inside you so bad. Can’t fuckin stand it. We still got a couple more days.”
He decides to stop giving you the run down and instead just lets you listen, not doing a whole lot more talking
He finishes with a strangled groan of your name, breathing deeply as he tries to slow his heart down, still not feeling satisfied
“I’m gonna go, call me back when you get this. I’m gonna call again tomorrow night too, make sure you pick up this time.”
He’s not upset
Disappointed sure, but he understands
It’s late, and he’d be asleep too if it weren’t for the throbbing ache in his boxers
That was the only reason he was calling at a time like this
And part of him wants to just leave it along
But the bigger part of him knows that he could still bring himself pleasure while making sure you know how much he missed you and relied on you for relief
So he does
“I miss you so much, beautiful. Wish I could have you here with me. Or be there with you. Either way.”
He’s another that doesn’t even bother trying to make it feel like it’s your hand, lest he disappoint himself even more
“I just want to feel you there. Laying on me, like you do. When you put your head on my chest and stick your hand in my boxers.”
He groans, imagining the feel of your soft and warm fingers, how they wrap around him
“Miss your voice too. You gotta make a longer voicemail greeting. Give me more to listen to.”
He leaves it at that, letting the voicemail run in the background while he scrolls through his pictures of you
Cursing as he stops on the one he had taken of you in the bath, skin wet and glistening, bubbles barely covering his favorite parts of you, that warm needy look in your eyes from both the massage and wine you’d had prior to the picture
His orgasm almost catches him by surprise when it comes, your name and ‘I love you’s” being chanted over the phone before he finally hangs up and drifts off
He contemplates hanging up
But a little old fashioned phone sex never hurt anybody
So he stays on the line
He’s quiet for a good while, just thinking about you before he remembers it still recording
“Hey, babygirl. Sorry i’m calling so late. You’re probably asleep already. I just can’t stop thinking about you.
Definitely tries to make it feel like it’s your hand
“I miss you so fuckin’ bad, pretty girl. Can’t wait until I’m home.
Might even hang up and call back so he can hear your voice again
He feels a little foolish at first
Not used to having to resort to using his own hand
He’s used to having you right there, never having to be separated from you if he doesn’t want to
But he’s got business and you’ve got a family matter to attend to
So finding himself hard and lonely in your shared master bedroom has him calling you for some relief
He’s all huffs and eye rolls when he calls you twice and it goes to voicemail
He knows you’re safe
He send two of his best with you on the trip
But that doesn’t do anything to help the raging throb he feels as he thinks about you
Your voice over the greeting enough to have him reaching into his briefs and finally let the voicemail start recording
“I thought we talked about how I would let you go without me, but you needed to make sure to answer your phone? Remember when we agreed on that?”
He huffs quietly, not liking the feeling of being out of control
“I miss you. I want to hear your voice. And not over some stupid fucking device. I want you here with me.”
“Wait until you get home. Wait until I get my hands on you.”
He just lets you listen for the rest, letting you hear him groan and curse until he finishes
