kaminari's a loud and outgoing man, like the fucking energizer bunny, but when he comes home and just throws his stuff on the floor without uttering nothing but a low hey babe to you, you already know that he had a long and tiring day at work, so what's better then catering to your baby?
your hands were flat against his chest as you bounced up and down his fat dick, feeling his mushroom tip kiss your cervix with every slam of your hips back to his. kaminari's hands were placed on your hips as he threw his head back into the mattress, letting out a few whimpers. you lean forward and press your soft lips against his neck, sucking and biting as you grind your hips deeper on his dick.
"fuck baby, you ride this dick s-so fucking good," he breaths out while digging his fingernails into your hips. "i got you kamiβ" you kiss his jawline before straightening up again, picking up the pace of your bounces, "let me take care of you"
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Warnings: cowboy or girl idk! vi, saloon girl! reader, protective vi, marking, lil degradation, mostly praise, secret relationship, sex in the back, kissing, tit slapping, lil eating out
Genre: smut
A/n: something short nβ sweet! Hope yβall enjoy ΰ½²ΰΎ
ββββββββ Β· Β·
Your occupation is to look good, sling liquor and keep an eye on the black jack table.
People think youβre too naive for the last drop, like you belong in another place. Vi says you belong in heaven.
βAngelβ is all that hits your ears when her lips are pressed against it. When her leather clad fingers dig into your greedy cunt.
You have to shake that off as you serve drinks. Boobs jiggle as you walk in your lowered corset. A sweet smile spreads across your face when you see Vi and her crew walk through those doors.
Lanterns shading her face as those powder blue eyes land on you. Those fingers youβve known for some time take a toothpick out of her crooked scar ridden lips.
βAngel, a couple shotsβ she says as she took her usual booth. Always happy to oblige your girl, you bring them over.
βYouβre showβn em tonightβ vi mutters as her eyes stare at your breast.
βYou donβt think it looks cute? Everyone here cares about boobs nβ bourbon.β You lean over a little, the amulet youβre wearing (given to you by vi) seeping into the crucifix of your breast.
βI care about fuckinβ that attitude out of your systemβ she whispers as she stands. You stand up straight, βmeet me in the back in fiveβ you whisper as you tap her belt buckle.
That display of affection (and need for attention) had your back pressed against the wall and all your weight supported on her shoulders. Vi on her knees, face deep into your cunt. Eyes never once leaving yours. Studying how youβre now bare breast bounce. Amulet shining in the dark.
She had you so close to release before she pulled away biting your inner thigh, over and over before purple spread onto your brown skin.
βPlease I wanna cumβ you pout as she put you down.
βShut upβ she slapped your tit, causing you to yip. βDid you not hear me?β She slapped harder and you tried to keep yourself quiet. Vi only satisfied when you took it like a good slut with tears pricking your eyes.
βWhen you come back out, whatsβs mine should be covered.β She wipes down any traces of her off of you.
βKiss?β You whisper before she parts, knowing you wonβt see her till deep into the night.
She holds your face tenderly, kissing you soft and slow. Just how you like.
βShit β YouΒ grippinβ me babyβ¦I knew all that badmouthing was justΒ an act β This pussy so goodβ¦βΒ
ObsceneΒ soundsΒ of skin on skin filled the room, echoing through the wide halls ofΒ the palace.Β TheΒ WakandanΒ heat was palpable, emitting sweat from yourΒ poresΒ that ran downΒ your skin, tricking down and mixingΒ at your privates.Β Β
Your ass was in the air, and ErikΒ KillmongerΒ β the new king ofΒ WakandaΒ β was behind you. His hands were firm on your waist, pressingΒ into the small of your back as he thrust into you.Β The carnal act wasΒ set underΒ theΒ golden sunset, whichΒ perfectlyΒ illuminatedΒ the ripplesΒ of the flesh of your ass withΒ every thrust.Β Β
KillmongerΒ had always been ambitious;Β ruthless even,Β and now thatΒ heβdΒ conquered entire lands,Β it was time for him to focus on you.Β
He wanted an heir.Β Β
AndΒ as his bride, you were going to give it to him.Β
Horny was an understatement. Erik took you anywhere and everywhere; once inΒ sacred waters, with your back against stoneΒ walls and one leg aroundΒ hisΒ waistΒ as he held you up, dew from the waterfallΒ tracing the patterns on his back. Another timeΒ he had you on his lap,Β thighs spread as you rode him on the throne,Β right intoΒ the morning sun.Β
And now you wereΒ face downΒ gripping the sheets,Β fully nude except for theΒ antique wedding ringΒ on your finger.Β Β With a sharp smack, you lurched forward, losing your balance.Β
βYouΒ runninβ from me?β HeΒ leered, baring his teeth as he smirked. βYouΒ ainβtΒ never had no dick like this, huh?βΒ
Between moans,Β you shook your head, throat dry as you tried to find the words.Β
βN-NoββΒ
βNuh-uh, none of that mumbling shit,β he cut you off. βLemmeΒ hearΒ it.Β Tell me whoΒ owns this.βΒ
Clamping down on your lip, your chest constrictedΒ as the weight of his words weighed on you.Β The sex was good β painfully goodΒ βΒ and Erik was undoubtedly hot, but your submissionΒ hadnβtΒ come easy.Β Though you had no ties toΒ Wakanda, you wereΒ one of XavierβsΒ mutants andΒ had heard of theΒ destructionΒ heβdΒ caused to those of the nation, simply for disagreeing with him.Β Β
That was whyΒ heβdΒ sought you out; a mutant and a mercenary-turned-KingΒ would make a powerful babyβ¦essentially ensuringΒ the countryβsΒ status for generations.Β
Protection was one thing, yes, but your freedom was far more important, especially when it came to a man like Erik.Β YouβdΒ resisted him at first, to whichΒ heβdΒ replied with a strong hand around your throat and a dagger pressed against your back as he heldΒ you againstΒ him.Β
βYou might be all high nβΒ mighty now, but those peopleΒ ainβtΒ yourΒ friends.Β You belong here with the rest of us.Β IΒ ainβtΒ gonnaΒ let you forget where your real familyΒ is, princess. Never.βΒ
You hated giving him the satisfaction, but you inevitably ended up eating your words.Β
βShitβ¦βΒ youΒ groaned,Β torso heavy as you felt Erik raise one leg, thrusting into you harder. His balls were heavy on your soppy wet cunt asΒ he grunted profanities of his own,Β a thumb lingering dangerously close to your star of your ass.Β βΒ βS goodβ¦So goodβ¦Nobody could fuck me like you canββΒ
βThatβs right,β he hummed,Β voice smooth.Β Sneakily, he pressed his thumbΒ against your hole,Β the pressure sending a tingleΒ through your loins. βSay it again. Say my name this time.βΒ
βE-ErikββΒ youΒ breathed,Β the lower half of your bodyΒ seemingly onΒ fire. βT-This fucking dick is so good, Erikβ¦βΒ
βYou justΒ eatinΒ me upβ¦This assβ so perfectββΒ heΒ sneered, brown eyes ravenous as he spread the fat of your cheeks, admiring the wayΒ your tight cunt swallowed all six-something inches of his cock.Β Β
He wasΒ balls deep now, but he could see his cock glistening with your juices at his base, vein throbbing as he felt himself beginning to lose control.Β His thick blackΒ locsΒ blurred his sight as they fell in his face, unruly,Β forcing him to sit back and let your ass envelop him once more.Β
Each of his bulging muscled seemed to twitch, and youΒ couldβveΒ sworn that you felt your pussyΒ quiverΒ withΒ anticipation as he called out the words:Β
βFuck, babygirl. YouΒ drivinβΒ me crazy.Β βMΒ gonnaΒ fill this pussy up,Β hm?Β YouΒ gonβ give me a baby?βΒ
βYes, w-whatever you want β ugh!βΒ Β
You garbled, unable toΒ comprehendΒ the words that were leaving your mouth. Your walls clenched as his fat tip hit that sensitive spot, sending you crashing downΒ almost instantlyΒ as he came with you with a loud groan.Β Β
Hot and heavy, he shot ropes of white ribbons into your sensitive cunt, languid strokes making pornographic squelching sounds as he fucked it into you,Β ensuring that youΒ didnβtΒ waste a drop. Erikβs grip on your skin was certainly enough to leave a bruise on you tomorrow, combined with theΒ soreness of your ass cheeks.Β
Somewhat uncharacteristically,Β ErikΒ leant down to place a chaste kiss along the small of your back and up your spine;Β chest dense and heaving as he practically collapsed on you, cock still inside.Β
βYouΒ doinβ so good for me,Β mamaβ¦βΒ he cooed,Β briefly glancing at the sunsetΒ in-frontΒ of him, now castingΒ brilliantΒ shadows within the bedroom.Β YouΒ couldnβtΒ see it, but there was aΒ smug gleam in his deep brown eyesΒ thatΒ wouldβveΒ told you instantly that heΒ probablyΒ wasnβtΒ done for the night.Β Β
ββ¦IΒ ainβtΒ gonnaΒ stop untilΒ we have our baby.βΒ
β§ Summary:Β You and Chris visit your family for a cookout during one of his tour stops. β§Β
β§ Word Count:Β 5.8k
β§ Warnings: Black! Reader implied, slice of life, fluff, slight humor, typical family antics, Chris is a family man and your family loves him, pregnancy jokes, slightly suggestive ending(?) β§Β
β§ Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns β§Β
β§ Additional Tags:Β Reader is referred to as Baby, Babe, Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Mr. Bahng, lightly edited, ever since Chan said he had soul food I made this my sole duty to write, potentially thinking of a part 2 or mini series
β§ Playlist: Finesse - Bruno Mars, Summertime - DJ Jazzy Jeff, Feels Like Summer - Childish Gambino, Love - Musiq Souldchild
β§ Stray Kids Masterlist β§ General Masterlist
βI hope you understand the emotional turmoil I just had to go through after telling Felix we were just visiting my aunt and uncle for the day.β
Chrisβs laugh echoed from the roomβs ensuite, followed by a smug, βI mean, that is what weβre doing!β
βOh, of course, how could I be so stupid? Itβs just a nice little visit β and itβs just aΒ coincidence that both of our parents are gonna be there, and some more of my family, a couple of family friends, and a completely out of the blue cookout everyone seemed oddly prepared for!β You huffed out an exasperated laugh as you finished the final touches on your hair in front of the floor length mirror, βChangbin and Hyunjin are gonna be so pissed when they find out.β
The sound of footsteps neared the bathroomβs door before Chris walked through, arms up and behind his head as he fiddled with the clasp of a silver necklace he decided to wear; an amused smile stretching his lips, making his dimples pop with ease.
βFind out what? That Iβm spending time with my girlfriend and family, like any other boyfriend would?β
βThat weβre hiding the fact that itβs a cookout, Chris!β You couldnβt help but mirror his amusement, staring at his reflection with narrowed eyes, βYou know my auntie would love more mouths to feed.β
βAnd you know that as much as Iβd love to invite them, it felt like it would be too much to organize with our managers β besides, the boys planned stuff for themselves, too.β Finally getting the clasp to latch, he dropped his arms as he walked toward you, wrapping them around your waist instead and resting his chin on your shoulder. βAre you really upset that I didnβt check and see?β
Catching his soft, puppy-eyed look in the mirror you pursed your lips, trying in vain to hold your smile back before shaking your head; you could physically feel the tension leave his body as he held you a little tighter.
βNo, baby, I was just messing with you β though I was serious about Changbin and Hyunjin being pissed β Auntie Deb made ribs and thereβs no way they wonβt smell that sauce on us.β
Chris let out a low groan, eyes rolling as he could practically taste the barbeque on his tongue, βI skipped breakfast for those ribs, I hope you know that.β
βAnd I skipped it for the turkey legs, so,β reaching into your back pocket, you took out your phone and swiped open the camera, putting your free hand on top of his while he tucked his face into the crook of your neck before taking the picture. βI guess weβre two sides of the same coin, right?β
βThereβs gonna be turkey legs?!β His voice vibrated against your collar, earning a squeal in response.
βYeah, apparently your significant otherβs world tour is a big enough reason to make them so, surprise!β Patting his hand, you knocked the side of your head against his, βNow, can we get an actual picture before heading out?β
Moving to press a quick kiss to your cheek, Chris lifted his head, pressing his cheek against yours before smiling bright β pulling an equally bright smile out of you as you snapped the picture β followed by a few more with slight changes in the pose.
You pocketed your phone, ready to slip from his hold until he slid his own phone out, the tips of his ears turning a cherry red within the mirror.
βTwo more, yeah?β
Nodding, you let his arm wrap higher around your waist while he huddled closer, both of your faces obscured by his phone in the reflection β snap β while the atmosphere grew warmer by the second.
Turning your head, you caught your first full glance of his face without the mirror and it didnβt take long for his gaze to settle on you either; warm, soft, and twinkling with something that made your heart flutter. Noticing the way his eyes flickered to your lips, you couldnβt help but giggle before tilting your chin up in offering; one he welcomed graciously as he closed the gap with ease.
The sound of the digital shutter came and went, and you were the first to part with a soft breath, his nose gently grazing against yours in the close space.
βI really think we should head out, now.β
Chris went to speak however his stomach beat him to the punch, grumbling loudly in protest of everything that was currently happening, leading to the two of you breaking out into a fit of laughter.
βYeah, okay, thatβs our sign β or else the next one wouldβve been a hangry princess, and I donβt think I can handle that on an empty stomach.β He nuzzled his nose further against yours, pecking your lips quickly before swiftly slipping away from you with high pitched giggles in his wake.
βHey, watch yourself! Donβt make me leave you here, βcause I will.β Gathering your bag and slipping into your shoes, you met him at the roomβs door, watching as he did a mental check of all his things; breaking his focus to give you a devious smirk.
βI donβt think grandma would appreciate that, now would she? What was it she said last time?β Eyebrows pinched in a faux thinking face, he smiled, βOh, right, βWhenever I see her face, I better see yours too, baby baby.β So, youβre kinda stuck with me, little one.β
You scoffed, rolling your eyes yet smiling at the memory you held close to your heart, βThen letβs go, baby baby.β
The drive from the hotel to your aunt and uncleβs place wasnβt too far, yet you both treated the drive as if it were a mini road trip; the two of you singing to the shuffling playlist as Chris drove, while you upheld your passenger princess duties of adding to the queue, pointing out animal farms off the side of the highway, and minding him of route updates seconds after the automated GPS voice spoke. Eventually, the car rolled down the slightly packed street of their home, a spot left empty specifically in front of the house for its esteemed guests.
βThatβsβ Thatβs dadβs rental, I thought they couldnβt make it until later?β Chris spoke β mostly to himself β as he parallel parked, checking to make sure he wasnβt too far out, or too close to the car behind him.
βOh! Right, my uncle asked if there was anything specific your parents wanted to have grilled and I called your mom to check, then she talked to your dad and somewhere down the line it ended up with them showing up sooner and your dad helping out on the grill.β You waved your hand flippantly with a shake of your head, turning toward him, βEven though my aunt really wanted your parents to be guests and simply enjoy, she sorta got over it when your mom said it wasnβt an issue β something about men in the family not taking easy to being catered to.β
His eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly, βWhatβ She said that?!β
You smirked, βNo, I did, and you canβt tell me thatβs not the truth!β
βYouβre gonna be the death of me, I swear.β Chris groaned as your delighted giggles filled the car, βAnd itβs not even like that, we justβ¦β
βMhm? Go on?β
βWe like being useful.β
βOf course, babe,β you cooed, poking his cheek lightly, βwhatever helps you sleep at night.β
He groaned once more as he got out of the car, leaving you to your amused laughter while he came around your side and opened the door. βCome on, before I start getting hangry.β
Without wasting any more time, you got out of the car and slid your hand in his β squeezing it gently β before leading him down the pavement driveway toward the backyard; music and the smell of the grill floating through the air like a lure.
Opening the gate, you were welcomed to the sight of familiar faces β both familial and friendly β before locking eyes with your mom, a wide smile growing on her face as she opened her mouthβ
βY/n! Chris!β
Her thunder was quickly stolen by a small hoard of your younger cousins running toward the two of you, the elders of the bunch exchanging quick hugs and greetings while the younger ones began vying for attention from whoever they could gain it from.
βDid you know Jada met someone when she went to band camp?β Your cousin β and her sister β Amber, spoke quickly as she heard a sharp gasp come from behind her. βSomeone she likes-β
βI did not! Shut up, Amber!β Jada dragged her sister away, making whatever noises she could to block out Amberβs excited ramblings.
βOh, god β Okay, you two gotta tell me everything later, okay?β You laughed as you watched them bicker, turning to see Chris in a riveting conversation with another cousin.
β...and then it was super wiggly! So, my dad said he would take it out and I thought it would hurt, but he let me tie it to my race car and drive it around and then it came out like POP! And it didnβt hurt! Then I put it under my pillow and I got two dollars!β
βWow, Jaden, thatβs so cool! I wish I could get money for my teeth, but none of them are wiggly anymore.β
βReally? But Nana doesnβt have any of her teeth, maybe you can ask her!β
You pressed your lips together tightly, nearly choking on a laugh as the cousins who could understand the context made varying noises of βOop!β and βPfft!β, watching eagerly for your boyfriendβs reaction.
Chrisβs shoulders shook as he held in his laugh, nodding enthusiastically, βS-Sure thing, buddy! Iβll do that, t-thank you.β
Through with their form of a welcome wagon, they all dispersed to allow for the adults to say their helloβs; the first being your parents and Chrisβs mother.
βOh, Chris!β Your mom wasted no time in engulfing him in a big hug, squeezing him gently before holding him at armβs length, βHowβre you? You better be getting some rest on that road, and eating too! You know itβs crazy out there, have you guys been staying in good places? Look at you, youβre getting so big β do they have you working out? Even when youβre so busy?β
βMaβ¦β You chided lightly, though Chrisβs lighthearted laughs curbed your embarrassment.
βIβm doing great, Maβam; Iβm getting lots of rest and Iβm eating regularly β Y/n definitely makes sure of that β and our label and management has been making sure all of our hotel stays have been private and safe.β He rubbed at the back of his neck, a light blush turning the tips of his ears, βAnd, Iβve been trying to stay on top of my daily workouts since weβre moving around a lot.β
βAlright, but if they start running you ragged just call me, Iβll tell βem about themselves real quick.β
βMom!βΒ
Your pointed whine made her laugh as she released Chris, βIβm just messing with you β but, still, keep taking care of yourself, you hear me?β She walked toward you with equally open arms, hints of a taunt still lingering in the smile she wore, βHi, my baby girl.β
βHi, Ma,β stepping into her embrace, you released a breath you never knew you were holding, βI was starting to think you disowned me for him for a second.β
βIf you donβt hush with those lies.β She chided you now, her arms squeezing tighter around you, βLord knows how much I missed you.β
βI missed you too, so much.β
βHow are you? He treating you good? Everything fine with you being on this tour with them?β
You nodded without hesitation, βIβm greatβ Heβs treating me great, Ma. Everythingβs great, the tour has been wonderful so far β hot, but wonderful, and he made sure all of my accommodations were taken care of once we got the green light.β
βGood, as long as heβs treating you the way you should, and youβre feeling good about all this, thatβs all we need to know.β
Over her shoulder, you spotted your dad talking to Chris, easy smiles on both of their faces as they spoke.
With one final squeeze, she made way for your dad to swoop you into his arms as if he was waiting for her to have her fill. βHey, little princess.β
Hugging him back with fervor, you tucked your head against his chest, βHi, daddy.β
There were no words needed in that moment, just the feeling of his embrace and the sound of his heart against your ear.
βHe being a gentleman?β
You laughed, nodding, βYes, dad, heβs taking care of me.β
βAnd you?β
βIβm taking care of myself, too, donβt worry.β
βWeβll never stop worrying about you, you know that.β
Squeezing him a bit tighter, you nodded, βI know.β
With a quick kiss to your temple, he made his way over to your motherβs side before heading back toward their table; giving you just enough time to blink away a few grateful tears as Chrisβs mom stepped forward.
She pulled him into a hug first, holding him for a moment before pulling back with a bright smile, βI feel like Iβve given you a hug every week since the tour began.β
Chris laughed, dimples on full display, βThatβs because you have! Weβve hugged more times these past few months than we have in the whole first half of the year!β
βGood! That means Iβll have a record to beat for the next year, and the years after that.β Her voice was light with a teasing song, her hands reaching up to cup his face, lightly smushing his cheeks.
βMom!β He whined, Korean slipping naturally against his tongue as he βtriedβ to wiggle out of her grasp.
You couldnβt help but giggle at the interaction, watching as she murmured something softly to him before she turned her sights to you; her gaze remaining warm and motherly as she pulled you into her arms.
βThank you for inviting us here, your family is so welcoming.β She squeezed you tight before stepping back, keeping your hands in hers.
βItβs nothing, Mrs. Bahng; it was only right to, my family wanted to celebrate Chris and that included celebrating you and Mr. Bahng, too.β
Her smile grew, her face glowing under the bright afternoon sun as she squeezed your hands once more before going back to her seat near your mother.
βReady for more helloβs?β You grinned up at him, knowing full and well which tables you had to hit first to keep the welcome train going.
Chris nodded without hesitation, smiling at you as his hand reached down to hold your own, βIβve been waiting for this, letβs do it.β
With silent reassurance, the two of you made your way through tables filled with aunts, uncles, and cousins who missed the initial welcome wagon; laughing at familial jabs and sharing quick snippets about the tour life until you reached the final table β grandmas.
βChristopher! Oh, come here!β Your grandmother beamed as she all but dragged him into a hug that he readily accepted, hugging her with almost equal force. βItβs so good to see you, howβs everything?β
βEverythingβs good, Ms. Theresa, Iβm just happy to see you!β Looking at you with a sly smirk, he spoke, βY/nβs been threatening me all day about not coming.β
You gasped incredulously, glaring at him β though the playful glint in your eyes dulled its sting β and crossing your arms, βChris!β
Your name fell from your grandmaβs lips in mock astonishment, letting go of your boyfriend to βscoldβ you. βYouβre threatening people? I thought we raised you better than that?!β
βIt wasnβt a threat, itβs more like a promise I shouldβve keptβ¦β You huff dramatically, sticking your tongue out at the supposed βvictimβ β laughing as he grabbed his chest with a wounded gasp β before snuggling up to your grandmother. βAnyways, hi grandma! I missed you β and your cooking β but mostly you!β
She pinched your cheek as she hugged you, earning a soft squeal, βI missed mostly you, too β and stop bullying Chris, heβs a nice man.β
Hearing the sounds of his snickers behind her, you sucked in a breath and nodded, βOkay, I will.β
Moving from her, the two of you made your way to the final family member sitting comfortably in the chair of her walker.
βHey, grandma,β you spoke carefully as you leaned down to hug her, her arms coming up gently to pat your back while a soft kiss was pressed to the apple of your cheek.
βHi, baby baby β how you?β Your great grandmother cooed, a relaxed smile set on her wise features, eyes set on you with unbridled focus.
βIβm doing good, been busy traveling and allβ¦β Your lips pulled into a small smile as you tilted your head slightly, βI got someone special here to see you.β
Blinking at you, she turned her head to look up at Chris, eyes squinting slightly in the process. You laughed to yourself as you reached up to pull her glasses from resting on the top of her head, perching them delicately on the bridge of her nose.
βMiss lady, if you wear your glasses you can start to half see someone!β
βI can see just fine!β Shooing your hand away, she blinked a few more times before her face lit up, the peaceful smile she once wore now bursting with joy. βChris β come here and give me a hug! I outta beat your butt for not coming to me first!β
Chris laughed, bashful and pitched, as he leaned down for a hug, βIβm sorry, grandma, we were saving the best for last!β
βMhm, you better have.β Gracing his cheek with a kiss, she pulled back, staring at him a little longer, βYour hair wasnβt always this long, was it?β
βNo, Maβam, it was really short last time, I started growing it outβ¦ in May? Yeah, early May.β
βThatβs good, thatβs good, youβre getting bigger too β itβs all that sun β you got a little tan, donβt you?β She hummed happily, patting his cheek, βMeans youβre healthy; look at you, my baby baby.β
Your great grandmother couldnβt see the blush taking over his ears, but you had the perfect front row seat and you were loving every moment of it as you carefully fixed a strand of his hair.
βYeah, grandma, and he wouldnβt stop talking about how much he couldnβt wait to be here.β You teased lightly, causing Chrisβs bashful smile to grow as he stood straight and tugged you against his side with a retaliating squeeze. βI couldnβt wait either, Iβve been craving momβs mac and cheese for days!β
The elderly woman nodded, careful eyes studying you, βMhm- You ainβt pregnant, are you?β
Chris choked on his own spit, falling into a coughing fit while you frantically shook your head, already feeling the eyes of anyone who overheard now burning holes into your body.
βNo! No, no, no, nothing like that, grandma! Iβm just hungry!β
βRespectfully,β he added once he caught his breath, blush highlighting his face yet an easy, comfortable smile settled on his lips, βIβd like to marry her first, grandma.β
His addition didnβt make things any better for you as a chorus of βOohβs and a flurry of encouraging βOkay!βs floated around, embarrassment hotter than the sun beating down on you.
βFoodβs ready!β
You couldnβt have been more grateful for your auntβs call, taking it as your opportunity to duck out of the conversation with Chris in tow.
Music danced through the warm summer air, the delighted yells and squeals of children playing interjecting like unnecessary adlibs, and conversation flowed with ease amongst your family.
You and Chris sat at the opposite end of your parentsβ table, several paper plates occupying the space in front of you filled to the brim with meats from the grill and sides from several foil pans.
βIβm so sorry for what youβre about to witness.β You spoke as you hastily gathered a few braids into a quick ponytail, eyes set on your first target of interest; the baked macaroni and cheese.
βSweetheart, weβve been together for years-β picking up his fork, Chris began to pile on some collard greens, β-and Iβve seen you demolish a seafood boil in under 45 minutes with no gloves, nothing can scare me away now.β
Huffing out a laugh, you rolled your eyes, βThank you so much for reminding me, Channie, I definitely needed that.β
He bumped his shoulder with yours, a smug smirk pulling at his lips, βAny time, baby.β
With that, your unofficial mukbang began; from collard greens to potato salad, candied yams to cornbread, mac and cheese, pasta salad, corn on the cob, ribs, prime rib roast, and turkey legs, it was definitely a cookout.
You werenβt sure if either one of you took a proper breath while eating, not one word said save for the sounds of delighted hums and euphoric groans from every bite taken.
Chris was the first to stop for a breather, a non-oily hand gripping his red solo cup for dear life as he took heavy gulps, sweet tea effectively quenching his thirst. βOhβ¦ my god.β His eyes shifted over to you β your eyebrows furrowed with unbridled determination as you bit into a rib β and he laughed heartily. βWorth the wait?β
Humming in affirmation, you went in for another bite without hesitation, the perfectly cooked meat practically falling off of the bone.
He chuckled, wiping his hands with a napkin β despite mentally preparing to dig in again β until he felt a tug at his shirt, too low to be from one of the adults. Turning, he looked down to see a pair of wide brown eyes staring right back at him and his heart soared.
βTianna!β
The three-year-old smiled brightly, any air of nervousness now gone at the squeal of her name as she squeaked back in equal excitement, βChannie!β
Lifting her with ease, he sat her in his lap and wiggled, earning a high pitched laugh in return. βHi! You look so pretty, I like your dress,β he cooed, helping her smooth out her jean overall dress before tugging at the ruffled yellow sleeves of her undershirt. βDid you eat already?β
She nodded happily, leaning back as if he were her personal lounging chair. βYeah, I ate mac and cheese and a hot dog, and drank juice.β
βWow, that sounds like it was really good, Tia β what else did you do today?β
The young girl took off on a colorful recollection of her morning, from brushing her teeth with her older brother to a detailed explanation of the childrenβs show she watched before needing to get dressed; she especially mentioned a certain fox plush she wanted to bring for the car ride over.
β...but mommy said it would make the others sad that I didnβt bring them too, so foxy stayed home.β She finished with a quick huff, winded from her own storytelling as her small hands drummed against his arm almost rhythmically.
Chris hummed thoughtfully, βOoh, well maybe next time you can bring FoxI.Ny next time, yeah?β
Tianna nodded out a small, βYeahβ, as she looked around the table, taking in the people and things that occupied the space.
Making sure the young girl was secure in his lap, Chris went back to his plate, peeling off a piece of his turkey leg before popping it into his mouth.
βChannie? Whatβs that?β
βHm?β Peeking down, he saw her tiny finger pointing at the turkey leg, βItβs turkey.β
βLike thank-giving?β
He chuckled, nodding even though she couldnβt see, βKinda like thanksgiving, yeah; you wanna try some?β When she nodded, he hummed, βOkay, well, letβs ask Y/n if you can have some, okay?β
You perked up at the sound of your name, swallowing down the last of your potato salad as you turned toward your boyfriend, only to internally melt at the sight of your youngest cousin in his arms. βTia Mia! Where have you been, I missed you so much!β
She smiled, baby teeth on full display as she kicked her feet, βI was talking with Channie!β Her head turned to look at the man behind her β pointing for extra measure β before looking back at you with a soft pout, βUm, can I please have some turkey?β
βTurkey, hm?β Shifting your eyes to the man above her, you held back the laugh that bubbled within you; his face was wrapped in an expression that screamed whipped, his eyes twinkling in a silent plea and his own plump lips set in a puppy pout. βOkay, fine, but only if you give me a kiss for not saying hi to me first.β
With an excited nod of agreement, you leaned down for her to press a quick kiss to your cheek, just for you to take her tiny face in your hand and smother her chubby cheeks in kisses and noms, her laughter coming out in high pitched squeals.
βSay hi to me first next time, and Iβll get you ice cream, alright?β You laughed after pressing a final kiss to her forehead, relenting as her small hands attempted to push you back.
Breathless and glowing with joy, she turned back to see Chris peeling a smaller piece of turkey off the leg before handing it to her, murmuring a small βChew carefullyβ as he watched her eat.
Your heart bloomed at the sight, admiring their comfortable bond despite the mere handful of times Tianna actually met him in person; she had him wrapped around her tiny finger and he was none the wiser.
βChris, you want me to hold her while you finish eating?β
βNah,β he shook his head as he pulled his plate closer to his right, out of reach from the young girl before he picked up his fork, βI got her β you finished?β
You huffed out a laugh, looking at your graveyard of plates, βIβm so finished, if I even look at another rib I might explodeβ¦ I might take some back to the hotel, though.β
βY/n! Auntie Deb made strawberry shortcake!β
Your head snapped in the direction of Amberβs voice, spotting her and a few others starting to gather near the dessert table; a weary, yearning sigh vibrating from your throat.
There was a hearty laugh β warm and familiar β and you looked back at Chris with a pointed glare; not that he was paying you any mind as he fed Tianna some of his mac and cheese.
βDonβt even try to stop yourself, baby, go get it.β
βItβs not a case of βI shouldnβtβ, itβs a case of βdo I do it nowβ, andββ
βThereβs banana pudding, too!β Your uncle called next, amusement threaded through his voice.
This caught Chrisβs attention, his eyes snapping to yours with determination burning behind his irises, βBaby.β
There was no hesitation as you rose from your seat, gathering your empty plates and his singular finished one with a nod, βHeard you, Iβll see if thereβs containers.β
The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays through the trees in the still warm air; the backyard slightly emptier from family members making their journey back home. The plates that decorated the still occupied tables were dotted with traces of whipped cream, icing, fruit juices and stems, or ice cream as whatever was left of the main courses were brought into the house for safe keeping.
You laughed at the conclusion of a story Jada was telling, thoroughly amused as your other cousin, Miles, began adding in moments from his side of the situation; glancing beside you to see Chris smiling softly, one arm stretched across the back of your chair while the other wrapped securely around Tianna.
The small girl had fallen asleep in his lap after finishing a small bowl of chocolate ice cream and a rather large strawberry, her cheek smushed against his chest with the evidence of her sweet ending staining his white t-shirt.
He caught your gaze, eyebrow raising slightly, βYou okay?β
Nodding, a small smile curved your lips, βYeah, Iβm good-β turning your head to the sky, you sighed before looking back, β-should we get ready to head back to the hotel?β
βDo you wanna leave now?β His questioning expression shifted into a soft stare, tilting his head, βWe can stay longer if you want, I donβt mind.β
Of course, he would leave the decision up to you β knowing full and well how important spending time with family was while living so far away β and although part of your heart ached to stay, it was getting late, Chrisβs parents had already left, and he had an early morning schedule for rehearsals.
βItβs okay, I feel like if we stay any longer Iβll be knocked out just like Tia.β You reached out and brushed your fingers against her fluffy, curly ponytail, βBesides, if we leave now weβll avoid the meltdown of her seeing her favorite person leaving.β
βYeah, so you better make sure you give her a kiss goodnight before we go, or else you wonβt be the favorite anymore.β Chris grinned before standing up, cradling Tianna and bringing her to Miles who waited with open arms.
βYou guys are leaving?β Amber frowned, watching as you stood with a long awaited stretch.
βMhm, gonna hit the road before it gets too dark outβ¦β You hugged Miles and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Tiannaβs forehead, before tiredly dragging your feet toward her and her sister; leaning down to pull them both into a hug. βI promise to come visit again soon, we can make a cousins weekend out of it!β
Both girls nodded begrudgingly as they held your arms, Jada wishing you both a safe drive back while Amber whispered a playful βOr just fly us out to South Korea!β
Giving Chris time to get his own goodbye hugs in, you both made your way into the house for the remaining farewells; exchanging more hugs and well wishes, while adamantly reassuring your grandmothers that six containers of food was more than enough for both you, Chris, and the horde of men back at the hotel.
βBe safe, you two!β Your mother called from the couch, βTell the boys we said hi and we miss them.β
Chris nodded, dimples on full display as he fixed his fold on the reusable bags containing the to-go boxes, βWill do, maβam.β
Opening the front door for him, you waved at your remaining family with a full heart, βSee you later! Iβll text when we make it to the hotel.β
Slipping out before your grandmother could suggest taking yet another to-go container, you and Chris secured the food in the back seat of the rental before setting off on the road once more.
The drive was quiet β comfortable, 2000βs R&B floating through the speakers as you focused on the open highway ahead until you felt something brush against your left hand. Looking down, a small smile curved your lips as Chrisβs hand slid its way under yours, prompting you to intertwine your fingers with his before squeezing it in earnest.
βDoinβ okay?β
Glancing up, you caught his warm, yet inquisitive, gaze before it snapped back to the road and your heart swelled; a warmth settling over you like a blanket on a cold night. It was just one day, not even a full day, and yet it was a moment in your life youβd treasure forever; a moment you would have never gotten if he hadnβt insisted on you joining him for the North America stretch of the tour, taking his own free time fine tuning the schedules and small details so not even management could deny his request.
There was nothing you needed to worry about, from accommodations and tickets, to concert seating and exclusive access after the show, Chris had it all figured out; all that he asked of you was to blow him a kiss if he managed to spot you in the crowd β and you did, every single time.
βYeah,β your voice was soft, your thumb stroking the side of his finger slowly, βI just love you.β
He made a noise, a huff of a chuckle while a small smile tugged at his lips, βI thought youβd be sleepy, not sentimental, baby.β
βI can be both, Christopher!β Lighthearted laughter filled the car, and you let out a small breath, βBut no, really, everything that youβve done for me β everything you continue to doβ¦ I think it just hit me how much you love me, and I just hope that you know I love you just as much β even more, but we both know youβd argue the opposite.β
βHey, of course I know you love me! I feel it every time you check on me throughout the day, every time you remind me to take a break and eat an actual meal that isnβt a protein shake with supplements, and in the times when I can only say goodnight over the phone even though I know youβd rather have a kiss and an arm around your waist.βHis tone was raw and honest, leaving no space for argument as he continued, βI knew this would be the best chance for us to see your family together, but there was no way in hell I was flying you out for one day knowing Iβd just make you stick around for the rest of the stops.β
Chuckling lightly, he shrugged, βBesides, I mightβve had this planned since management started scheduling for the tour.β
You gasped β shock, astonishment, and unmitigated gall dropping your jaw as you stared at the side of his head, βYou did not!β
Chris simply grinned, raising your hand to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. βIf thereβs a way to bring you wherever I go, you can bet Iβm gonna find it because I love you.β
βGod,β you sighed dramatically, letting your entwined hands fall back to your thigh, βI might just have to give you a baby for that, I canβt even lie.β
βOh my god, babe-β His bashful, high-pitched squeaky laughter only spurred you on to continue your teasing rant.
βYouβre responsible, reliable, great with planning, my family loves you, the children adore you β either youβre getting me pregnant, or Iβm getting you pregnant, thereβs no in between.β
βIβm gonna choose to ignore everything youβre saying for my own sanity.β
βAnd he cares about his mental health? Yeah, youβre getting twins.β
βWhat?!β
Melting into lighthearted giggles, you lifted his hand to grant him with a kiss as he did to yours β stomachs full and hearts even fuller as the dulcet tones of Musiq Soulchild floated through the speakers.
Epilogue
βI canβt believe I let her convince me to take so much food with us.β
βI mean-β
βChris.β
βItβs not too bad, though!β
You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched him carefully readjust the takeout containers in the mini fridge; amazed that he was able to somehow fit all six in such a small space, yet mildly annoyed that all of the leftovers had to be finished within the next day.
βSee?β His head turned to meet your analytic stare, nodding his head toward the fridge before closing it with ease. βTold you itβs not bad β now weβve got food for lunch and dinner, and thereβs plenty for the kids if they want some, too.β
βOh, what ever would I do without you, Mr. Bahng? How can I repay you?βΒ
Taunting in a southern drawl, you bent down to run your fingers through his hair, only for him to push himself to his feet and wrap an arm around your waist with a smirk.
βIβm a simple man, Miss, a kiss would do.β
An airy hum floated past your lips, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders as you pulled him down for a simple kiss; lips grazing each other in the lightest of pecks before you settled back with a small smirk. βThere, that work for you?β
He held you a little tighter, dipping his head to brush his nose against yours, βMaybe just one moreβ¦β
You giggled, suppressing a shiver from the feeling of his breath fanning against your lips. βOne more?β
βWell, there were a lot of containers β Five more should balance it out, yeah?β
βFive?β Scoffing out a laugh, you ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, βHow about this, cowboy β we get ready for bed, and Iβll kiss you as many times as you want. Sounds like a deal?β
Grinning devilishly, Chris snuck his fingers underneath the raised hem of your t-shirt, tracing nondescript shapes and relishing in the light catch of your breathing.
(A large blurb based on my experience playing genshin and cause I lost my 50-50. However this is a raceless, bodyless, genderless post so anyone can read and all are encouraged to read.)
Well here it was! They could finally claim his C1 after so long! He could finally be close to them! No longer would he sit on the sidelines while they played with Ganyu and Kokomi or Ayato... Cyno... Diluc... Scaramouche... Kaeya! NO! None of them would be of any use to her anymore! She'd never have to take him out of her team.
Of course They'd have to build him a team... But They already had everyone they need for a hyperbloom team! Nahida, Shinobu, and to his Chagrin... Kazuha... though he couldn't fuss too much as they've had Kazuha long before he was even released into the game. Though if that didn't work they could always use fridge... But he'd want her to use Ganyu for that! No way was he about to let Kaeya onto his team to steal his players attention away!
They'd stroll through the lush mountainside of Fontaine together... visit Catherine in the court of Fontaine after their daily run... He'd even get to eat their delectable cooking! And maybe... maybe They'd even put him in their serenitea pot! Oh how he longed for that moment!
But there they were pulling on Zhongli's banner. At first he reasoned that they were going to put Zhongli on his team as there were a few team comps with the two of them together and it wouldn't be out of the question for them to have a mostly 5 star team... they have had one before... but then he remembered that one of those teams needs furina which they unfortunetly didn't have. What was going on?
Were they... trying to replace him? WHY? He was- He IS the best unit in the game! He's SS ranked! He has complex lore! He was drop dead gorgeous (their words, not his)! They've said he was their favorite on multiple occasions! He figured it out as they were doing some stealth and let me tell you, it started to pour. Attempt after attempt it rained, and rained. It splashed onto the ground like there was no tomorrow. Some NPC's started to whisper and worry that his tears would singlehandedly flood Teyvat.
The player was nearing they're 10 pull and he knew what he needed to do. He was sure they were about to pull a 5 star and he would make sure it wasn't Zhongli. He looked at the 7 standard five stars when his gaze fell on Mona. PERFECT! This would surely send them a message. After all Mona was Hydro too so he knew they'd obviously get the message that a certain someone wasn't happy with them.
He sauntered over there with a fire in his eyes. "Miss Mona," He put on a calm voice, "how would you like an all expenses paid trip to Fontaine?" He smiled politely at her.
"Monsieur Neuvillette! How generous of you to offer! I-I couldn't though..."
"Nonsense! Of course you can! A five star hotel and penthouse suite, private Michelin chef, I'll even take care of your rent for you for however long you decide to stay." He sweetened the pot more and more; circling her like a hungry vulture sizing up it's prey.
"Wow... okay then!" She grabs his hands in thanks.
He reeled back. "Not so fast. I need you to do something for me first."
He face fell in shock. "Oh! Yes of course..." She knew it was too good to be true.
His voice dropped into a sinister husk. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the golden star that would soon be falling down into the players hands. "All I need you to do is ruin our players 50-50 pull on Zhongli..." He whispered into her ear.
"That's it?" She looked up at him skeptically.
"That's it." He nodded, pushing her toward the star a bit.
"OKAY!!" She nodded excitedly and hopped on right as the player pulled.
He looked longingly at their crushed face and smiled symapthetically. "Sorry darling... but you're only allowed to have one dragon Daddy in your life."
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you were picking up a few stragglers from the clothes youβd brought upstairs when you noticed a breeze on your back. for some reason, your pants didnβt fit like before.
you walked back into your shared bedroom and stripped of all the clothing besides your bra and panties. you sighed when you saw how wide your hips had gotten, how the cellulite on your legs was so noticeable, and how your face started to look older.
tears welled in your eyes. maybe having another kid was a bad idea if this is how you looked after one. you canβt help but see the way your stomach got pudgier and how your arms got thicker. eventually, the tears started to flow. you sat on the floor, holding your face in your hands. gojo walks in, a cheery smile on his face, that was until he saw the state his wife was in.
βbaby, babyβ¦whatβs wrong?β gojo asks, pulling you into a hug. it takes you a while to respond, but once you catch your breath you canβt help to look at gojo. βiβve become so different since we first met. iβve gotten chubbier, my face looks so differentβ¦β you ramble, the tears flowing out like water from a dam. βoh babyβ¦β gojo mumbles, rubbing circles on your back.
gojo lifts your face up and smiles. βyou getting chubbier doesnβt bother me at all, in fact itβs kinda cute. seeing how your body has changed from our daughter, seeing how strong youβve becameβ¦β gojo says, smiling. βand your gorgeous face!β he grins, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead. βit just shows how much life youβve lived. i canβt wait to see how it wrinkles up when weβre old.β you sniffle, the tears starting to stop. before gojo can start his rant again, your 5 year old walks into the room.
βwhy are you guys on the floor?β she asks, her eyes curious. βmommy just needed a hug.β gojo smiles. βoh! i drew this for you and daddy.β she says, holding the paper out to the both of you. you grab it and tears well up once again. it was a poorly drawn yet thought out picture of the three of you. an arrow pointing to you that read: βmy very pretty mommy :)β you beam at the drawing bringing her in for a hug. βi love you!β she says, hugging the two of you back.
"I'll sell on the streets the day hell freezes over."
I really should've kept my mouth shut.
If I'd known where I'd end up a week later, I probably would've wished for a billion dollars instead. Maybe bought a private island somewhere and disappeared. No customers. No problems. No random ass gangsters showing up in my flower shop asking dumbass questions.
I still don't know how I got here.. That's a lie, yes I do.
One minute I was selling to my usuals, minding my business, and the next I was standing face-to-face with some bald head thug named Rio.
Which, by the way, definitely don't sound like a name for a drug dealer.
He don't look like a Rio.
He look like a Christopher.
Maybe a Christian.
Definitely not no Rio.
But that's beside the point.
Before I get to rambling, let's go back to where this all started.
I looked up from my phone and immediately wanted to roll my eyes and slap the source of the voice. The guy standing in front of me looked like he was about to pass out.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"I-I said can I get an eighth?"
He was tall-ish with buzzed blond hair that 100% came from a box dye kit. He looked nervous and couldn't keep eye contact for more than two seconds. I looked him up and down. Then I looked around my flower shop. Buckets of fresh flowers lined the walls. The scent of roses and damp soil hung in the air. A customer was browsing tulips in the corner.
Then I looked back at him.
"I don't sell to randoms. Sorry."
"I'm not random. Your friend told me about you-"
"That still makes you random."
He paused and stared at me blankly.
"I don't know you. Therefore, you're a random."
"Right... sorry."
He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like an insult before turning around and leaving. The door closed behind him.
Selling had never been part of the plan. I started growing for myself, told one friend about it, and then that friend told another friend.
Then another...
Then another...
And now I somehow had regular customers and enough extra money to keep my business afloat. Life was weird but the money was enough to make me not care too much.
I picked my phone back up but the bell rang again.
"Excuse me, miss?"
I looked up with a smile already prepared.
Please be buying flowers.
The man standing across the counter definitely didn't look like he was there for flowers.
But maybe he was.
He was tall. Really tall with dark eyes and a clean buzz cut. A bird tattoo stretched across his throat though it was half way hidden under a black button up. And he looked calm, i wish i was as unbothered as him. only one could wish.
For a second, I wondered who the flowers were for. Lucky girl.
"Hi," I said. "How can I help you?"
His eyes settled on me.
"You're Y/N, right?"
"Yeah. That's me."
He nodded once.
Then smiled, small and polite. Somehow that made me nervous.
"Need somethin'?"
"Actually, yeah."
His eyes drifted around the shop. The flowers, the shelves, the customers, and then back to me.
"I need to talk to you."
And that's when i felt like i had to throw up. it could've been that chicken salad i had earlier but i doubt it, it could be because he fine as hell.
"About what?"
"A little side business."
A million things started running through my mind. I wanted to keep my face calm but with the feeling that my heart was gonna shit itself out i couldn't help but chew on the softness of my lip before replying.
"What side business?" i don't do well under pressure and maybe lying wasn't the best option in this situation but it's too late now.
He tilted his head slightly like I'd just said something amusing.
"Really?"
I swallowed a lump down my throat and thought to myself, 'i'm such a bad liar'
"Really."
For a few seconds he didn't say anything and just looked at me. The silence made me want a hole to appear in the ground and swallow me. Then he nodded.
"Funny thing, ma."
My heart skipped a beat.
"Some of my customers stopped calling."
Oh..
Oh, no..
"They found somewhere cheaper."
His eyes never left mine.
"Took me a minute to figure out where."
I suddenly became very interested in the flower arrangements behind him.
Then he smiled again.
"There you are."
Of course, the attractive customer was here because I accidentally stole from him AND he was a drug dealer, could my luck get any worse? That island with a billion dollars sounds like heaven right now.
I laughed nervously but the sound came out weird.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Mm."
Another silence only this one felt worse. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans.
"So..."
I pointed vaguely toward the display shelves.
"...would a seventy-five percent discount on flowers help?" He stared at me. Just stared. Like I'd said something that required serious evaluation from a higher council.
Then, slowly, that almost-smile returned.
"You think that's funny?"
I blinked. "...No?"
It came out like a question. Which was embarrassing. Love that for me.
He exhaled through his nose, like he was deciding whether I was stupid or just brave in a really inconvenient way.
"Seventy-five percent," he repeated.
I nodded once. "Yeah. In this economy..."
Silence.
I could feel my soul trying to leave again.
Behind him, someone reached for a bouquet of lilies and I almost cried from jealousy. Must be nice to have a normal problem like choosing flowers instead of whatever this was.
Rio finally shifted his weight. Not aggressive but still scary because he was calm, calm people always made things worse.
"You been busy," he said, not a question.
My throat tightened. "I sell flowers."
A moment of silence passed, then lightly-
"Sure you do."
My face probably showed how scared i was but in my defense it was probably the only thing i hadn't lied about in this entire conversation so it could be the only thing saving me from being thrown in a van right now. I tried to make eye contact again but failed miserably and decided to just look at my shoes. "People like arrangements."
His eyes flicked briefly to the counter. To the register. To me again.
"Mm."
That one sound felt like an accusation and a receipt at the same time.
I leaned slightly on the counter, pretending I wasn't actively considering relocating to another planet.
"So," I said again, because apparently I enjoy pain, "are we good? Or are you here to... not be good?" I looked up at him again.
His mouth twitched but it wasn't quite a smile this time, more like he found something mildly entertaining but wasn't going to tell me what it was.
"You always talk this much under pressure?"
"No," I said immediately.
Another lie.
"...Yes."
The only true thing i've said and that finally got him. A real smile formed on his face this time, small, quick, and gone almost as soon as it appeared but somehow that made it worse. Maybe becauseΒ now he wasn't just scary, he was comfortable.
He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on nothing, like the shop was his space too.
"I'm not here to mess up your little business," he said, trying to relax or calm me down.
I didn't relax because that "little" was doing a lot of work in that sentence.
"I just needed to find out where my product went."
There it is. Of course he said it like that. Like I was a missing inventory report instead of a person standing in a flower shop trying not to pass away.
I cleared my throat. "Right."
He watched me, waiting for something else to fall out of my mouth like word vomit, so I did what any rational person would do under pressure.
I lied worse.
"I don't know what you mean."
Long pause.
He tilted his head again, slower this time. Like I was a puzzle he already solved but was letting sit there just to see if I'd admit it.
"Yeah?" he said softly.
That one word hit different. Not loud. Not threatening. Just certain.
And that was the worst part.
My fingers tapped the counter once. Then stopped.
"...Look," I said, voice a little quieter now, "if this is about pricing or competition or whatever, I can just- I don't know- stop selling or something."
The second I said it, I regretted it, because his expression shifted. But it wasn't with anger, no, it was with interest. And that was so much worse because that meant i wouldn't get peace and quiet to myself for a long time.
"Stop?" He said almost like i was joking, i wasn't.
I nodded quickly. Too quickly. "Yeah. I mean- I didn't mean to mess up what you got goin', it just kind of... happened."
A beat.
Then he straightened.
"'Kind of happened,'" he repeated.
I nodded again, like repetition would save me.
He looked around the shop one more time. The flowers. The soft light. The customers pretending not to listen.
Then back at me.
"You don't look like someone things 'just happen' to."
I let out a short breath that was almost a laugh. "That's because I'm very unlucky."
Silence.
Then a small hum escaped his throat like he was considering that. Finally, he stepped back. Not leaving. Just resetting the space between us.
"Here's what's going to happen," he said.
My eye twitched in irritation because i just wanted to be done with this conversation as soon as possible and be done with seeing him for the rest of my life but clearly that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"You're going to keep your shop open," he continued.
I blinked. "...I am?"
"Yes."
I waited for the trap, it didn't come immediately.
"But," he added, "we're going to adjust how you operate."
There it is.
My brain screamed. My face probably displayed that.
"I operate with flowers," I said carefully.
A pause.
Then that faint smile again.
"Mm. We'll see."
And then he did something that made my entire nervous system glitch-
He turned like he was done with the conversation, like he already owned the ending of it. Before he left, he glanced back once.
Not long, just enough.
"You're gonna want to stop pretending you don't understand," he said.
Then he was gone.
Bell jingled.
Door closed.
And my legs finally remembered they existed.
I grabbed the counter before I fell into it.
"...I hate my life," I whispered.
Behind me, a customer coughed like they hadn't just witnessed emotional warfare in aisle one of flowers and bad decisions.
A/N: omgosh it's my first story since my old wattpad account from like 2021-2023!!! i had to make a new one bc my old one got deactivated.. but i also made this note to say i don't have auto uppercase on so that's why some stuff starts wit uppercase and sum stuff doesn't bc i have to do that on my own and i be forgetting soo.. also i do write for a black fem reader kindaaa but i haven't really gotten to a part where i can describe the baddie but trust ima get there. leave me some tips in the comments and some advice!! let me know if Rio is out of character or not and if ts is cringe or ass.