#monty de la cruz x reader

Request: Not technically, but a lot of Monty requests were made.

Pairing: Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

Warning(s): Sexual tension seems to be a theme was the Monty Python.

Word Count: 595

Gif: Mine

A/N: Inspired by ‘On My Block.’

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You had gone through the entire day catching glances and stares from nearly everyone at school. Not only did it makes you uncomfortable, but it made you incredibly anxious.

While navigating your way through the cafeteria, you saw Jessica flag you down to her table. You sat across from her and it felt like the cheerleaders beside her silently judged that decision.

“Did you really do it?” Jessica asked immediately. She recognized the confused look on your face and clarified. “Sleep with Monty– did you sleep with Monty?”

Your jaw fell open but your lips remained pressed together, and you swear you could hear someone choke, but it might have just been in your head or you yourself. Suddenly all the cheerleaders were watching you while you processed what just came out of Jessica’s mouth. You cleared your throat and inhaled sharply.

“Jeez, Jess. I’m good, how are you?” You mocked and she rolled her eyes. “Who’s concern is it, anyway?” You had a sour tone in your voice, but it relaid no evident truth.

“Mine,” at least half of the cheer squad scoffed. You scoffed and began to pick at your plate. 

At least now you knew why you suddenly became a supermodel in the hallway. For the rest of the day, you spent it figuring out what you were going to say when you eventually ran into Monty.

Alas, walking out the front doors, you saw him sitting in his car in the parking lot. Gripping your book bag, you marched over to him. Justin, who was sat in his passenger seat, tapped his shoulder and motioned in your direction. When Monty locked his eyes onto you he let out a grin.

“There’s my girl!” He growled. He jumped out of his truck and attempted to wrap his arms around your waist.

You slapped his arms down, which he did not appreciate. "What is your problem?” He bit down, strengthening his jawline. “I will tell you what your problem is– You’ve got loose lips! Spreading a rumor like–”

“A rumor?” He interrupted. “Sweet cheeks, that was not a rumor and you know it.” He gripped your chin and finally wrapped his arm your torso to pull you close to him. 

You shifted your vision down then back up to him, now with less anger. “But you didn’t have to tell everyone,” you whispered to just him.

He brought his lips down to your ear. “I had to let everyone know who you belong to. I claimed you.” His lips traced your ear and you let out a sigh of compliance.

You felt everyone in the parking lot watching the pair of you. Those in their car, those walking to their car, those without a car. All watching you. 

“Justin, get out,” Monty said, straightening up and not taking his eyes off of you. His grasp on your chin loosened as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Excuse me?” Justin barked. Monty snapped his head toward his friend. 

“Get out of the car.” He spoke slowly and clearly, threat dripping on every word. Justin sighed and hopped out, grabbing his bag from the back.

Monty turned back to you and saw a playful grin on your lips. “I’m taking you home, come on.”

You ran around to Justin’s side and blew him a kiss as he shook his head. As soon as your door closed Monty sped out of the parking lot, nearly running over Tyler Down. Like a habit, Monty rested his hand on your thigh and to your house, he drove.

Request: “Can you do more Monty x Tyler’s sister” - @idk888999

Pairing: Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader | Tyler Down x Reader

Warning(s): Sexual tension

Word Count: 651

Gif: Mine

A/N: Hey, Monty is not on my top Boyfriend-To-Be list, but he is the only character I can match with this concept and it was requested.

“Okay, Courtney, but I’m just saying,” you sighed, closing your locker. You tucked your hair behind your ear. “I feel like there is a more appropriate way to integrate that.”

You saw Monty and his friends on the other side of the hall. He locked his eyes on you, making you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“Yeah, but,” Courtney started.

You refocused your attention on her, placing your hand on her shoulder. “You know what? Why don’t we talk about this at the meeting?” She opened her mouth, but you didn’t give her time to reply. “Okay, great. I’ll let Marcus know.”

You left Courtney at your locker while you headed in the direction of Monty. You cocked your head at him, telling him to follow you. You looked into an empty classroom and decided to duck in there. Monty walked in before the door closed.

He caught your waist and spun you to face him. He attached his lips to yours, pulling your hips into him. You reached up to clutch his collar. His tongue dodged in between your lips, but you pulled away.

You sighed. “No, Monty.” You pushed him back slightly, making him let go of your waist.

“What?” He panted. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” His eyes burned into you, waiting for a reply.

You rolled your eyes, taking your backpack off and placing it on the desk behind you. “Well, if you’d let me explain first…” You turned back to him and saw that Monty’s jaw was clenched. “You’ll chip a tooth, babe.” You kissed the corner of his mouth.

You needed him in a good mood. He’s been on edge lately, but you’ve really had a big favor to ask of him that you knew he won’t agree to. That is unless you have payback.

Monty’s shoulders relaxed and he allowed himself to slouch a bit. “What is it?” His tone was softer and less aggressive. He spent more time searching for eye contact than demanding it.

You ran a hand through your hair, inhaling deeply. “It’s Tyler.”

And with that, his whole demeanor shifted as quickly as it came. But he wasn’t angry, he was intrigued.

“He’s been, I don’t know, acting differently,” you started. “Listening to new music, dressing differently, hanging out with new friends-”

“He didn’t have friends in the first place,” Monty interrupted. You glared at him.

“The point is, Tyler’s been acting differently.” You leaned on the desk behind you. “And I know you and your friends give him a hard time, for a lot of things. All I’m asking is for you to lay off a bit.”

Monty leaned into you, placing his hands on the desk to trap you within him. “What do I get?”

You scoffed. “The gratitude of being a good person.”

Monty inhaled the air between his teeth. “Not enough, sweetcheeks.” He put his hand on the inside of your thigh.

“Monty,” you groaned. “Whatever, I don’t need you.” 

You got up and grabbed your bag. You headed for the door, but Monty caught your arm.

“Stop,” he said roughly. “I’ll do it. I’ll lay off.” You smiled slightly and pulled him in for a short kiss. “But if he pisses me off, I can’t guarantee I won’t slam him into the lockers.”

You dismissed him with a playful smack. You pulled him by his collar for another peck. “Come on, I think Coach Patrick will want his room back.”

From the doorway, you saw Tyler in the hallway with his new friends wearing his homemade shirt. He saw you and nodded.

“Hey Tyler,” you smiled. You felt Monty wrap an arm around your stomach and press his body against your back. Monty’s presence made Tyler look down. “I’ll see you later.” 

All he did was nod and walk on. The bell rang and you left Monty for your next period.