Breezyy

“EZ, what–.”  You don’t get to finish the question as he turns, hands still gripped in your hair, as he pulls you behind him out of the bathroom.  The rest of the lights are off, plunging the house into darkness, but you follow the clomp of his boots, the clink of his wallet chain, as he drags you from the light of the bathroom, dripping wet, into the even darker bedroom.  Your towel is ripped from your fingers before he tosses you on the bed forcefully enough that you bounce on the mattress.  Adrenaline rushes through your veins, setting every nerve on high alert.  You know he’s not going to hurt you, but the silence, the look on his face, you know he’s got something else in mind.  You lay before him, nude and glistening in the moonlight, the fact that’s still fully dressed sending shocks of eroticism up your spine.

He stands there, looking at you for just a moment longer before he drops to his knees at the side of the bed.  He’s almost frantic, pulling at your legs until they are over his shoulders, his mouth descending on your water-warmed core with forceful, hungry licks, lapping at your entire pussy.

“Jesus, fuck,” you pant, legs turning pliable in his grasp as he devours you, fingers dug into your thighs as he eats you like a starving man.  Your body is limp, but when his tongue finally parts your folds, pushing the button of your pleasure, your spine goes ramrod straight, arching your mound further into his face and your hips start to rotate on their own accord, moans falling from your lips only to be matched by the sloppy sounds coming from between your legs.

Your heels dig into his spine, urging him forward as you roll against his face.  Sparks begin to light behind your eyes, his urgency and desire fanning the flames of your arousal, pushing you to the top in a whirlwind of want, but before you can reach the peak, he adjusts, moving lower until he finds your weeping hole, penetrating you with his skilled tongue, lapping at your walls as his teeth graze over your already sensitive lips.

Ezekiel Reyes excels at a lot of things, but his game in the bedroom is unmatched.

“Fuck, EZ, you eat that pussy so good.”  The words tumble from your lips, raspy and low enough you wouldn’t even be sure he’s heard you except for the snarl that rumbles from his chest as he redoubles his efforts, tongue plunging into you even deeper, swirling around your entrance as sparks ignite the powder in your belly, your orgasm taking you by surprise.  He feels you flutter against his face, but he doesn’t stop, still stroking you with ferocity through the shockwaves of your orgasm until you whimper, legs falling limp in his grip.

Your chest is heaving as you try to recover.  He stands and you can just see his hand run down his face, over the hairs of his chin, all surely sticky with your juices.  The unbuckling of his belt fills the quiet room between your panting breaths, but he still hasn’t said a word.  He bends down, gripping your hips with his big hands, practically lifting you completely as he jerks you to the edge of the bed.  Denim meets your hips, as he’s just drug his pants down far enough to pull his dick out, still fully dressed in contrast to your stark nakedness.  His hands slide up the smooth skin of your legs until he grips your ankles, holding both your legs against his chest, lips pressing soft kisses to the arches of your feet.

You brace for a punishing entry, but instead of thrusting into you, you feel his hot tip nudge at your lips before sliding up through your wetness and over your already sensitive clit.  “Oh,” you gasp as he starts to rock, slow and steady, dragging the ridges of his cock through your spit slick folds, back and forth, back and forth, gently fucking into the tightness he’s created with your thighs.  A few times, he pulls back too far, his tip notching at your opening, pulling a gasp from your lips, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you, but then he angles his hips, sliding back through your slickness again, your body racked with tremors.

Your arms are still useless at your sides, sprawled out into the expanse of sheets, but your head is pressed back into the mattress.  His strong arms have your legs locked, your hips pressed into the bed, holding you still, as he continues to stroke you into a frenzy.  “EZ, please.”

The words fall from your lips, the chant in your head finally making its way into the air between you, repeating them over and over again like a prayer.  You’re not above begging at this point, but you can’t tell if your words have any effect on him, his face still shrouded in darkness.  

When he notches at your opening again, you can’t stop the whimper that falls from your lips, however, this time, he plunges forward, impaling you on his cock so hard and fast it knocks the wind from your chest.  His hands tighten on your ankles as he pulls your legs from his torso, holding your hips in the air as he fucks into you, even harder and faster, each slap of his hips feeling like he is trying to count the vertebrate in your back, pushing himself deeper and deeper until you are clawing at the bedsheets.

He redjusts, releasing your ankles, letting your legs flop against his shoulders.  It’s all you can do to hook your ankles over the cords on muscle, keeping them in place as tears start to form in your eyes from his punishing rhythm.  Suddenly, something cold touches between your legs before vibrating to life.  “F-fuck,” you stutter as EZ works the head of your vibrator in circles over your swollen lips and clit, never missing a beat as he continues to pound into you.  

Your eyes roll back in your head, sobs choking in your throat as he moves the vibrator lower, ghosting over your stretched hole until it meets his dick.  The vibrations run through his hardness, turning him into your own living vibrator, his hips still pistoning forward, pushing the bulbous head on and off your clit.  Your entire body shudders, everything becoming too much as your third orgasm hovers just on the edge, your body too over stimulated to allow you to fall over the edge.

“Who’s pussy is this?”  The first and only words EZ has spoken, growled in the darkness, punctuated with the exertion of his body.

Your mouth works, throat tight, as you try to suck in enough air to answer him.

“Who’s is it?” he snarls again, impatient for his answer.

“Yours, it’s yours, EZ, my pussy is yours.”   His demand and your answer forces your orgasm from you, showing the first chink in his armor as his movements stutter, feeling your walls spasm around him as you choke on your pleasure.  Once the last pulse of your orgasm flutters through you, your body finally gives up.  You lay there, completely limp, unable to move as he continues to rut into you using your spent body to find his own release, burying his hips against you, filling you with the ropes of his pleasure.

You manage to mutter, “Yea, EZ, fill that pussy up,” before your eyes slide shut, relaxation pulling at every fiber of your being, demanding that you succumb, but you hold out, waiting for him to collapse beside you on the bed.

Instead, he straightens, pulling out of you and leaving the room, gently pulling the door shut behind him.

The click of the door echoing in the room as your eyes popping open in confusion.  Mustering up the last dregs of your strength, your push yourself up on the bed, feeling his cum leaking between you legs - the only sign that he was even in the room with you just moments ago, fucking you within an inch of your life.  You manage to make it to your feet, knees wobbling as you grab your discarded towel to wipe yourself off before shakily making your way to the door.

You squint, pulling it open, as you fall against the frame, eyes burning from the illuminated house.  Finally, you’re able to focus on EZ, standing in the room, fully dressed, looking perfectly put together.  “Hey.”

You blink at him as he stands in the middle of the room, acting like nothing has happened. 

“What happened?”  His question is perfectly innocent, right down to the perfect inquisitive tone of his voice.

“‘What happened’?” you parrot back to him.  Your mind is still dick drunk, slowly trying to catch on to whatever game he thinks he’s playing.  “Were you not in the bedroom two seconds ago?”

Finally, there’s a crack in his facade, the deviant twinkle in his eye that gives him away.  “Nope.  Why?”

If he wants to play it, you can play, too.  “Well, I don’t know what truck just rolled through here, but I wish I got the plate off it.”  

He tucks his chin to his chest as he finally takes a step forward, coming to stand in front of you close enough that you can smell yourself on his breath.  “Why’s that, querida?”

You give him a shrug.  “Just wanna keep my eyes open, watch out for another drive by.”

He finally cracks a smile, shoulders shaking with a silent laugh. “Drive by dicking, huh?”

You tangle your fingers in his shirt, tugging him back into the bedroom.  “Something like that.”

***IF YOU LIKE THIS, PLEASE REBLOG IT SO OTHERS CAN ENJOY IT TOO!***

Inspired By:

From the moment Rio found you angrily wiping down the kitchen counters, there had been nothing but tension. For the first ten minutes, he was oblivious to the fact. He was too busy answering texts and was very clearly preoccupied with business. Taking a moment to notice your anger, he asked the one question that would set you off. “What’s wrong, mama?”

No, he wasn’t a mind reader, but how could he not know. You had only been asking him to try to make time for you for months. Three nights in a row, Rio had made empty promises. There were failed dinner reservations on night one. Surprisingly, he’d managed to make your movie date the second night. Only Rio had left you thirty minutes into the film to finish it alone. Supposedly some business needed handling, and it couldn't wait. He urged you to stay and enjoy it. Mick would get you home safely. Tonight consisted of a failed candle-lit dinner (also his idea). Rio had called minutes after you had taken the meal out of the oven. “Go ahead and eat without me. I’m not sure what time I’ll be there. Sorry, mama.” All these things led to the argument that was taking place in the middle of your spacious kitchen.

“There's always a business trip to take. Always an issue with something that only you can solve. You constantly have to run behind that thirsty ass bitch of a stalker you call a business associate. All because said associate is constantly fucking up the plan. You’re never here! I get more dick from my vibrator than I do my husband!”

“Is the problem I’m never home, or do you just need some dick? Are you touch starved mama? Feeling needy, a little neglected?”

Rio was starting to pluck at your nerves in the worst way. It was kind of backfiring, the conversation began to aggravate him. He hated when you complained about him working too much.

“It’s all of the above ni-you know what I’m tired of repeating myself. It’s clear you’re not listening and don't give a fuck, Christopher.”

“I’ve been listening.” 

“Listening to respond. Not to understand me, Rio!”

“You’re tired of saying it. I’m tired of hearing it, darlin’.”

Typical Rio fashion. Feelings closed off. Always the calm and collected sarcastic asshole. I’m trying not to swing on this man. Jesus, give me strength.

“That’s all you have to say? Of course, 'cause you’re incapable of showing emotion. Jesus, Rio. I’m trying to fix the disconnect between us.” 

“All we do is argue about the same shit. How many times I gotta explain it, mama? I’m running an empire, I can’t be out here just sitting around. What you want me to do? Leave it on Mick and the rest of my men? All it takes is for one thing to go wrong. If I ain’t there to fix it, you know what’s gonna happen? Everything goes to shit and I get knocked ten steps back. I’m not letting anything fuck up the business or my money.”

“I’m not letting anything fuck up the business or my money. Bullshit excuses. I know what I signed up for, Christopher,” you mocked him.

“Then act like it. There you go with that mouth. Watch your tone, ma.”

His voice had turned cold and there was fire burning in his eyes. Rio was giving you all the signs that you were skating on thin ice. Any other time it would be enough to get you to back down, but not this time. You were sick and tired of coming last to everything, especially that thirsty ass housewife.

It was one thing to take a backseat to the business. You loved his work ethic and understood that he was busy. However, it had been a month and a half long stretch. Rio, coming home at all hours of the night. Not even having time to eat a little breakfast and talk in the mornings. The fact that it had been so long caused doubt to creep into your mind. If he wasn't fucking me, then who in the hell was it? You had never known him to ever go without sex this long.

Popping up to visit him at work was out of the question. Months prior, one of his rivals had attempted to snatch you from the grocery store parking lot. The assailant had no clue that Mick had accompanied you. He was in the car waiting, as the idiot tried to approach you. Poor bastard never even saw Mick coming. Rio had lost his shit.  Doing his best to keep you protected, he wanted you as far away from the business as possible. There was also the fact that he switched warehouses so frequently. You couldn’t even attempt to ignore his rule about keeping a distance. The desperate housewife could come up there anytime she felt it necessary though. He doesn’t give a shit about her. It’s your safety he’s worried about. Your thoughts were battling with one another. The negative side winning. The thought of her being there pissed you off.

“Are we going to keep going back and forth over nothing? Are you ready to tell me what’s really bothering you?”

“For a successful businessman, you’re pretty damn stupid. I’ve just sat here and explained it for the hundredth time! Sometimes I honestly can’t fuckin’ stand you, Rio.”

By the time the last word fell from your lips, Rio had made his way across the room. Inches away from your face he rasped, “the fuck did you just say to me? Your brain short circuit, mama?” Giving you a chance to walk your previous statements back, he waited, hoping you had come to your senses. You were seething with anger at not getting through to him. There were also those thoughts of him and that woman spending time together. The time that he should have been spending with you. Let’s not forget the nonexistent sex life. You were feeling unheard, neglected, pissed off, horny, and…jealous? Were you jealous of Beth? That thought alone caused your anger to rise. You were in the mood to choose violence.

“Look, I know dotting little Elizabeth jumps every time you tell her to, but not me baby. Keep waiting for me to retract my previous statement all you want. I said what the fuck I said, Christopher.” 

The fire was still burning in Rio’s eyes, but his smoldering glower had morphed into a smile. Now smirking he closed what little space was left between the two of you. Hand circling your throat he pushed you up against the wall.

“And there it is. Finally, the truth comes out. You jealous, mama? Is that it?”

“Jealous of what? That basic bitch, get the fuck out my face, Rio.”

He’s not dickin’ you down sis! He gotta be slanging it somewhere. Two, almost three MONTHS! He brought it up. Actually, no, you did.

“Since we're on the topic. Are you sleeping with her?”

“Stop playing with me, Y/N,” he snapped. “What do you think I do at work, ma?”

“We don’t have sex, Rio. Your ass can hardly be satiated. I can barely recall the last time you knocked me down. So, tell me, who’s been satisfying your needs?” 

Gripping your throat a bit tighter, he chuckled. His lips grazing over the top of yours, he whispered, “do you honestly think I would risk losing you over a quick fuck, ma? I see lack of sex makes you delusional.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, keep digging yourself a deeper hole, ma. Keep running your mouth, and I’m gon’ fill it up.”

You so desperately wanted to moan at his words, but you were too stubborn to give in. If only he knew how badly you wanted to drop to your knees. Take him down your throat and let him have his way with you.

“I’m not interested in community dick.”

“The fuck did I just tell you?”

You rolled your eyes still not believing him.

“I’ve been snapping at people left and right. The smallest inconvenience has been getting everybody's head knocked off. That being said I think it’s safe to say that I’m just as irritable as you are. The difference is you wear your heart on your sleeve, ma.”

“No, the difference is you've been handing out my dick.”

“Now who’s being stupid and not listening? I like you being jealous though, it’s cute, baby.”

Placing his hands at the sides of your neck, his lips covered yours in a hungry kiss. Tongue swiping across your parted lips, he asked for entry. Being stubborn you did your best not to grant him access. Trying to push him away from you, he pulled back giving you a mischievous smile. 

“I don’t know why you fighting it, ma. Know you ain’t do all this fussin’ just to end the night without me filling you up,” he teased. Pressing his lower half against you, a gasp fell from your lips. The feel of his growing erection made you pant and rut against him. His name fell from your lips.

“R-Rio, we’re not done talk-”

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his body. With your back pinned to the wall, he groaned as his dick rubbed against you once more. “No more talking, baby.” Pushing your nightshirt out of the way he slipped his hand past the lace of your panties and circled your clit. Whimpering, your head fell back against the wall. He removed his hand long enough to slip your shirt over your head and toss it to the floor.

“Rio, seriously. Let me-.”

Grabbing you by the throat, he pulled you into another searing kiss. It was lewd and erotic as he ground his hips against yours. He was so hard that you knew his jeans were becoming more uncomfortable by the second. His erection bumping against your soaked core caused you to gasp.

“Chrisstopherr. I-.”

His hands gripped your neck tighter as he growled through clenched teeth, “Shut. Up.” 

His hips rotated into you again as your eyes rolled back. “That turn you on, mama? Love it when I shut your ass up? Choking you got you so wet, darlin’. Look at the mess you’re making on daddy’s pants, fuck. Let’s get these off of you, yeah,” he groaned. Without putting you down his dominant hand ripped your panties off. Your lips fell open to complain, but before you could get a word out his fingers penetrated your mouth.

“Pretty sure I told you to shut up. Suck. Get them nice and wet for me.”

He had all but shoved his fingers down your throat. Loving every bit of it, you took his fingers' knuckles deep. Swirling and sucking like the good girl he wanted you to be. The more you sucked, the more aroused you both became.

“Good girl,” he praised as his free hand groped your breast.

The smug look on his face annoyed you and you started in again once he pulled his fingers from your mouth.

“No, you're not doing this right now. Put me down so we can finish this discussion.”

He shook his head no, “why can’t your bratty ass just sit back and shut up,” he rasped as his wet fingers trailed back down your naked body. “Gonna make you regret not listening to daddy.”

His fingers were back in you before you could give him a smart-ass rebuttal. Slipping two fingers inside your channel. Rio reached for that sweet spot that could instantly bring you to tears. He plunged his digits deep enough, tapping it repetitively forcing you to cry out.

“Fu-stop, I’m not done talk-shit! Don’t stop! Oh my god. Yes!”

He felt your walls tighten around his digits. Just as you were about to fall apart all over them, he removed his hand.

“Rio!”

“Did I say you could cum? I don’t remember you asking for permission, mama.”

Not giving you time to respond, he plucked you from the wall. Rio carried you over to the dining room table. Still gripping your waist, he used his free arm to swipe the dinnerware and place settings onto the floor. Your back slammed against the table just as the dishes collided with the floor. You wanted to bitch about the broken items but decided against it.

“Don’t say a fucking word, Y/N. This is what you wanted right? I’ll buy you a new set, just shut up and take this dick.”

His palm glided across your chest, stopping to press you flat against the surface. Standing between your soaked thighs, he used his free hand to unbuckle his jeans, pushing his clothing low enough to let his thick member spring free. His girth glistened with precum as he dug inside you. You were overwhelmed with sexual bliss and went slack-jawed at how full you felt. Not able to form any words, a whimper fell from your lips. 

“Ain’t been in you that long. I already got you speechless, darlin’.”

His hips circled in and out of you, the strokes becoming deeper. The feeling was overwhelming and he felt you trying to slide back for relief. Gripping your thighs, he shook his head as he pulled you in and thrust harder.

“Naw, where you going? Ain’t no running, mama. Thought you wanted this dick.”

“Rio, it’s too much. Please, baby.”

Your pleas fell on deaf ears, as he spread your thighs wider. His hands moved up to your waist and he started to fuck you harder and faster. You started to whine as his signature crooked grin formed on his face. He tossed his head back, biting his lip as he felt you grip him tighter.

“So fuckin’ tight, mama. This still mine, right? This my pussy?”

It was almost impossible to answer with him constantly tapping your g-spot. Your nails scraped against his T-shirt. You tapped his abdomen, taking a deep breath. The words tumbled out of your mouth.

“Yes! You know it is. Take this shit off,” you demanded clawing at his shirt. “Need to feel you.”

Rio sank the deepest he could.

“Feel that, mama.”

This bitch thinks he’s funny.

“Fuck, Rio,” you cried out. “You know what I mean,” you mewled.

His hips continue to pound into you, as he slid his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Rio bent down, letting his lips ghost yours, “that better, mama,” he whispered.

You pulled him closer shoving your tongue into his mouth, as he fucked you through the kiss. Rio’s hand slipped between the two of you, his index and middle finger drew slow circles into your clit. The tremors in your thighs signaled that you were close.

“Daddy,” you cried out, scratching his back.

“I know, baby. It’s been too long. Let go, mama. You gon’ be a good girl and squirt for me? Hmm?”

His hips were slamming into you with brute force. So much that you felt your body slide up the table. Rio took notice and laid a hand against your abdomen to keep you in place. The weight of his hand had you gasping. The crooked smile graced his face once more,  as he pressed harder. Leaning in, he growled, “you feel that shit? You like getting them guts rearranged, sweetheart?”

“Oh, shit! Yes, I love it so fucking mu-ah! Shit, I’m cu-ahh!”

Your body started shaking uncontrollably. Your release was so strong, that you did in fact squirt. Rio pulled out, letting his ringed fingers rub you through it. Your hand found its way around his wrist, as you tried to pull him away from you.

“Too sensitive, daddy.”

He pushed your hand away, grabbing you by the throat. His lips crashed into yours as he continued to rub into you. Another orgasm hit you instantly. It was so strong that tears were rolling down your cheeks. Pulling away from the kiss he groaned, “I don’t give a fuck about you being sensitive. I’ma make you come as many times as I want, baby.” Rio sat down in the dining chair and gave you an order, “come sit on this dick.”

Stroking himself he watched as you carefully made your way to him on wobbly legs. He snatched you by your waist pulling you down onto his long rod.

“Ohh, fuck,” you whimpered, as he slapped your ass.

Giving you just a moment to adjust, Rio gripped your behind.

“What you waiting on? Ride me, mama. You get one chance to do it right,” he instructed, smacking your bottom again.

You bounced on him vigorously at first, but the two previous orgasms had zapped all your energy. Taking him in fully you sat in his lap rocking back and forth. His hand grasped your chin as he spat, “I really be trying to give you a chance, ma.”

His hands grabbed hold of your soft globes as he lifted you. He held you at the tip for a moment.

“Gonna make you regret trying to take the easy route, darlin’.”

Sliding you back down, he started to jackhammer into you. Pressure started building in your core, as you threw your head back.

“No, please. Fuck, oh fu-Christopher. Can I come? Please, daddy.”

“I should make your little bratty ass hold it, but fuck I’m close. Go ahead, come for me, bitch,” he growled.

Rio knew a little degradation would be just the thing to push you over the edge.

“Christopher,” you shouted, as you fell apart for the third time that night.

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, as he fucked his way to a release, “fuck,” he groaned, painting your walls. He massaged your back, helping you come back down. You pulled back and smiled at him lazily. He bit his lip as his hand reached to brush a strand of hair from your face. Rio kissed you until you both pulled apart breathless. He was about to offer to carry you upstairs for a relaxing shower, but a loud knock on the front door interrupted him.

“Who the fuck is beating on the door like a madman?”

Rio handed you his shirt as he pulled on the bottom half of his clothes. He swiped his gun from the countertop. Whoever it was, was now knocking and ringing the doorbell like a crazy person.

“Where’s your purse?”

“Kitchen counter.”

“Get your gun and go hide in the pantry. Do not come out. I will come to get you. I don’t know who the fuck this is, but better safe than sorry. Go!”

“No, I want to stay with you.”

“Not now, don’t do this now. Get your ass in the fucking pantry.”

“Okay, damn!”

You pecked his lips before doing what he said. Retrieving your gun from the luxury handbag, you slipped into the pantry. You were able to hear the conversation with the person who had interrupted aftercare. Making out the voice, you grew irritated. Exiting the pantry, you bounded over to the front door. Not giving a damn about the glare on Rio’s face, you snapped.

“Why the hell were you knocking on our door like the damn police? What the fuck, Mick?”

“Aye! Relax. Chill, mama. I wasn’t answering my phone and some business needs handling,” he replied as he backed you away from the door. You had been waving your gun around full of attitude. “Give me this fucking gun before you shoot somebody! I taught you how to handle this shit safely. Could’ve sworn I told your ass to stay put. I’ma deal with you later. Go upstairs and get cleaned up. Coming to the door half-naked. Why can’t you just listen? Anybody else would’ve gotten shot for disobeying an order. Yet here you are steadily trying my fucking patience.”

Aware that you had struck Rio’s last and final nerve. You decided to do as you were told. Rolling your eyes at a smirking Mick, you left to make your way upstairs.

Gathering items for you both to shower, Rio entered the room.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I got upset, we were having a sweet moment. Then your henchman showed up, killing the vibe.” 

“I know, but we’ll have to discuss your listening skills later, mama. I got to slide,” he replied.

He was sitting at the edge of the bed in a change of clothes. Rio was too distracted with lacing up his shoes to notice the disappointment on your face.

“Later? You’re leaving?”

“Didn’t I just tell you there are some things I gotta handle?”

“Just gonna fuck me and leave, huh? Should I even bother waiting up?”

“You just nagged me about our sex life. Did I not just blow your back out? You know what, I’m not having this argument with you again. I don’t need this shit on my mind for what I’m about to go and do. Can we not have static for once, mama?”

The fact that he still doesn’t get that it’s not just about the sex. Either he just doesn’t care, or there’s no getting through to him. I’m drained at this point. I just love him so much it hurts. He’s not wrong though.  I should let him leave with a clear head.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” you walked over to him and gave him a tight hug and kiss. “Come back to me safe, papa.”

He wrapped his hand around your jaw, pulling you back to him, “Give me one more, mama.” Chuckling, you kissed him long and hard.

“If it’s not too late, call me on your way home. I’ll have your dinner warmed and ready when you get here. Love you, baby.”

Rio nodded his head, as he smacked your behind and pecked your forehead. He whispered in your ear, “I’m doing the best I can, mama.” With that, he made his departure.

 You showered and did your nightly routine. The next couple of hours were spent lying in bed thinking about your relationship. For months you had been trying to communicate that there were problems in and outside the bedroom. You were running out of ways to express that.

How many times can you beg someone to hear you? Why is it so hard to get him to show emotion? It’s not just a lack of intimacy. He’s not present. Even when he’s here, his mind is somewhere else. Yes, I know what I signed up for, but something’s got to give.

Letting out a sad sigh, you pushed the negative thoughts out of your mind. Just as you were about to close your eyes, a text came through. It was from an unknown number and the contents of the message made your heart shatter.

Part two in the works! Hope you enjoyed it lovelies🥰. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated🥹💓.

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

Gif/Photo credit: @goldengunplay (gif in mood board).

Tag list:

@nightlywords7 , @amorestevens , @4everbrookemarie , @crimsonheart01 , @rio-reid-whoreee , @mrsmontanalol , @blessedboo , @fandomcitysstuff , @drinaj , @laricebabe , @sunshine-flower , @sunnyfleur23 , @lemmewritesomeish

@catxo , @kayla1blog , @naughtyslashers , @skelly-baby , @being-worthy , @superhoeva , @realhotgurlshit , @peaches007 , @adg1115