Request: Helloo, just wondering if you'd be up to write a little angst? Maybe about the reader having been with Richard for a long time, therefore, being with Aaliyah for a long time so they're kinda like a parent, but something happens and then something like "you're not her parent" comes out so the reader gets kinda hurt abt it? I leave you with the rest (that is if you wanna write it, but thank you anyway!)
Word Count: 1,841
Warnings: Blood? Aaliyah gets hurt and has to get stitches, Angst
Note: Hii love I hope you like it! Also ofc I am always down to write angst, i love it lmao. Also, shout out to everyone in my group chat that helped me with this, i love all of you angels wowow and thank you so much. Also, JFEKJDSKJ poor Aaliyah okay? I would literally die if she got hurt. And I am sorry for the wait love, but I hope you like this.
You loved Aaliyah, even though she wasn’t your biological daughter, you loved her like she was. The whole morning was the two of you eating breakfast on a blanket in the park before deciding it was time to play games.
The little girl was faster than you imagined, her little legs seemed to carry her farther and faster than your legs allow you to. You tried to catch up to her but your attempts seemed to only slow you down.
“Aaliyah wait for me, baby!” You shout out to her. But your words only fueled her little legs to move faster. She turned the corner of the playground and you saw as one foot gave out underneath her and she fell against the sharp rock. You could hear her wailing as you reached her, bending down and seeing the blood gushing from her little arm.
“Y/N!” She cries out to you. You inspect the wound which was deep. Panic was running through your body, wrapping your arms around the little girl and carrying her towards your car. Everything was happening quickly, and all you could think about was the injured child in your arms.
“It’s going to be okay baby,” You whispered in her ear, trying to reassure the both of you guys. You gently put her in the seat and buckling her in, giving her one of her extra shirts to put over the wound. You could hear her cries, it hurt your soul to see hear like this, hurt.
“Aaliyah, hold this here. Okay, baby?” You told her, she nodded and then you hopped in the car, speeding down the streets towards the closest hospital.
“Hi sunshine,” The doctor greeted Aaliyah, pulling her arm so she could inspect the wound. It was a deep cut and needed to be cleaned and stitched up. “We’re just going to clean this and put it back together. And while we do that, we have a little surprise for you,” The doctor gently tells Aaliyah before pulling out a teddy bear from a children’s drawer. She handed it to the sniffling girl who mumbled a quiet thank you.
“She is going to be fine. She just needs a couple of stitches.” The doctor explains to you. You let out a sigh of relief, wiping some tears from your eyes and nodding to her. You pull out your phone and called Richard, but the ringing would just keep on going until you got voicemail. So you called the next person you could think of.
It rung a couple of times until you could hear the familiar voice. “Aye Y/N! Que pasa?” You could hear the bubbly voice of the young boy.
“Hey, Erick. Is Richard there?” You aks. He mumbles something about Richard recording something in the booth.
“Tell him it’s an emergency.”
“Shit. Que paso?” Erick asks, he stood up from the couch and knocked on the window that separated him and Richard. Once Richard heard it, he pulled the headphones off and asked Erick what he wanted.
“It’s Y/N. There’s an emergency,” He tells him. And that’s all you heard before you could hear the concerned voice of Richard, talking to you.
“What happened?” He asks.
“Aaliyah’s getting stitches. She fell babe, and you should be here.” You inform him. He doesn’t say anything and just hangs up the phone.
You turn back to Aaliyah and the doctor. She begins the process, cleaning the wound before injecting the local anesthetic to Aaliyah’s arm. You held her other hand and placed kisses on her temple, trying your hardest to comfort her. You just wished you had never taken her to the park, that way she would be happy and uninjured. The guilt consumed you when you looked at Aaliyah, cheeks stained from the tears. When it was time for the stitches you made Aaliyah look at you, telling her a story about a princess. It was a stressful process but she was strong and she got through it. Now that you weren’t as worried as you had been earlier, the guilt came crashing down, like a wave almost drowning you. Aaliyah was hurt because of you, you shouldn’t have taken her to the park and you could have avoided this. But you tried to not show it, instead focusing on the girl. Before you knew it, Richard bursts in immediately pulling his daughter into a tight hug and whispering sweet words to her. You understood how worried he had been, I mean it was his baby that got hurt.
“Look at you, Aaliyah! You are so strong and I think that calls for some ice cream,” You tell her. Her eyes lighting up at the mention of ice cream. She nods quickly, almost forgetting about the incident and wrapping her arms around her father’s neck. Your eyes search for Richard’s but he just avoids you, holding tightly onto Aaliyah as the three of you got into the car. While he was buckling Aaliyah in, you shot the boys a quick text, telling them to meet you at the ice cream shop. They would all love to cheer up Aaliyah and spoil her with love. The car ride was silent, and you knew it was because Richard worried a lot about his baby, and Aaliyah getting injured hurt him too. You just needed to make sure he was okay because Aaliyah was fine now, just stitched up but she was good.
“Are you okay?” You ask him. He gives you a short nod, turning into the parking lot of the ice cream shop. The boys stood outside, waiting for you to arrive so they could all greet their baby girl and spoil her with love. As soon as they realized you were there, they rush to Aaliyah’s side, pulling the door open and unbuckling her before attacking her with hugs. They all greeted her and smothered her with kisses on her cheeks.
“Hey guys, take Aaliyah inside, here’s some money for ice cream,” Richard tells the boys. Zabdiel looks over at you, making sure you were good, he only nodded at Richard’s words when you signaled that you had this. Both of you knew just how much Richard cared about his daughter and how protective he got over his family. He was obviously going to ask what happened and he had every right to know. Zabdiel takes the money before ushering the boys inside. You looked over at your boyfriend who had his eyes focused on the keys that sat in his lap.
“What happened?” He asks you. He needed to know what happened to his love, the light of his life, his daughter. He just wanted to know how you could have let his baby get hurt.
“I took her to the park, and she slipped. Her arm was cut on some sharp rock.” You tell him. You scrunch your nose at the memory, wishing it had never happened at all.
“Why?” He asked. He wanted to know why you took her to the park instead of staying home and watching movies like you usually did when he was at the studio.
“Because you were at the studio, and I thought it would be nice to spend some time with her at the park.”
“Why? Just why did you think it was okay to take her out of the house?”
“Because Richard she doesn’t want to be cooped up. Plus I have known her basically her entire life,” You try to explain your reason. You understood that he was mad and worried but you already felt guilty enough. You watched as he rolled your eyes at your words.
“Yeah. But you aren’t her parent so you had no right, she isn’t your daughter Y/N. You should have just kept her home until I got back” He snaps at you. And you could hear the anger in his voice, and you understood it because he was a dad. But he didn’t have to snap at you like that. Your heart drops at his words, your chest constricting as you breathe in. You already felt bad for what happened but Richard was right, you weren’t her parent and because you took her out she had to get stitches.
“You’re right. I’m not,” You whisper. Both of you sit in silence for a moment. You try your hardest to keep the tears out of your eyes. Yeah, you weren’t Aaliyah’s parent, but she grew up with you and you both each loved each other so much. You just didn’t share the same blood but it didn’t matter, because it seemed like you had bonded with each other, she was like a daughter to you. “Go inside. Go be with Aaliyah.” You tell him, pulling the handle of the car door and stepping out. You quickly grabbed your bag and jacket from the console in the middle.
“What are you doing?” He asks, watching as you grabbed your belongings and left him alone in the car. He quickly followed you, unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out of the car.
“I’m going to get my car from the hospital. Don’t worry. Go be with your daughter.” You answer. You grab your phone from your bag, you pulled up the app and requested a ride, not daring to meet Richard’s eyes because you know that you would break down.
“Y/N-” He starts but you put your hands up which stopped him. He didn’t want to hurt you or push you away. It just came out, and he shouldn’t have been so blunt and harsh about it. Accidents happen but he was just so worried about his baby girl that he forgot what you must be feeling.
“Please. Just go make sure she’s okay and happy,” You tell him. He nods at your words, knowing that if he stopped you it would make things worse. You needed space from him at the moment and he understood that. You leaned against his car, counting down the two minutes until your uber arrived, you could hear Richard’s footsteps fade as he left you in silence and walked into the ice cream shop.
“Papi,” The younger girl called out standing up in the booth as soon as she spotted her father walking towards them. The four other boys followed her eyes and turned to see Richard by himself as he pulled himself into the booth.
“Y Y/N?” Zabdiel asks, wondering where his closest friend was. Richard let out a heavy sigh at his question, rubbing his hand against his face before looking up at his bandmates.
“It’s my fault but she left.” Richard answers. The boys all looked at each other, knowing that whatever you guys discussed was not good and it was obviously about what happened to Aaliyah. They shifted their eyes from each other over to Richard and Aaliyah, who leaned against her dad and ate her ice cream. The atmosphere of happiness and love was now tense, all of the boys wondering what was said between the two of you.
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Request: Can you write about Christopher getting super drunk and you guys are best friends, and he just keeps telling you 'i love you ' and you're like 'ok chris 😂' but then he pulls you close and is like 'no.. I really love you y/n' and you're thinking 'oh shit, he doesn't mean it - he's drunk. But FUCK I love this pendejo too...' By: @my-only-angelle
Word count: 1236
Note: I freaking loved this request omg!!!! And I hope you guys like it too!! You saw the boy dancing, the way his body moved the music, and the way his hair gently bounced with each of the movements. He looked so happy, so relaxed. Even with the blaring music, you could still hear him laugh with the other boys, it was a contagious laugh which passed to all of the other boys. You couldn’t believe how much of a goofball he was, but he was your goofball of a best friend.
You leaned back in the lounge, pulling your phone out as you mindlessly scrolled through your social media. You had gotten a bit tired from all the dancing the boys had made you do, and you wanted to go home and snuggle up in bed but you promised Christopher that you would come to the club with him, but you didn’t drink so you would be his designated driver.
“Nena vamos a bailar,” You could hear Christopher whisper in your ear. He was behind you, wrapping an arm around you so he could reach your phone, wrapping his hand around yours before snatching it from you and placing your phone in his pocket.
“Chris, I’m tired.” You whined, throwing your head back on his shoulder.
“One dance,” He responded, wrapping both arms around you. You groaned knowing that he won because you would always cave to the requests of your best friend. He unwrapped himself from you, helping you out of the lounge and leading you to the dance floor.
The boys all greeted you with a smile as you joined them, bouncing to the beat of the music and moving your hips. You could feel Christopher step closer to you, placing one hand on your waist as you continued to dance, it was normal for the both of you to dance like this at clubs. And before you knew it, the song was over.“Time to go home Chris.” You told him, smiling at him as you grabbed his arm. The boys each said goodbye to you, giving you sweaty hugs and kisses on the cheek before letting you and Chris go.
The both of you walked back to the car, with your arms intertwined so the both of you wouldn’t slip. As soon as the boy leaned his head against the headrest in your car, he was out like a light, you knew it was because of the alcohol and exhaustion of all the dancing. You stood there for a moment, admiring your best friend. You gently shut the door so you wouldn’t wake him before walking back to your side and driving home.
“Chris,” You call out to him, gently shoving his shoulder so he would wake up. You got home safely but now the problem was waking Chris up to get him into the house. He groaned at you, turning his head to the other side and pushing your hand away. You laugh, shoving him harder. “Despierta!” You shouted at him.
“Aye nena. You never let me sleep.” He whines, pulling himself out of the car and onto your body. You almost fell over but you managed to regain your balance as you grabbed his arm, leading him into your house and up to your room.
You tell him to sit on the edge of the bed while you get his clothes ready for him, searching through your closet for the extra clothes he left at your house. You managed to find a pair of grey sweats and a white shirt, handing them to him. He softly smiles at you before letting you leave to change in the bathroom.
You had a glass of water and aspirin on the nightstand by his side of the bed before deciding to crawl next to him, pulling the blankets up to your face for warmth.“Y/N,” He whispered, grabbing your attention before you were pulled to sleep. You turn your head to look at him, his warm brown eyes were already on yours, comforting as they always were. You sent him a soft smile, turning your body to face him, laying your head over your arm. “I love you.” He added, raising his arm and wrapping it around your frame.
“Chris, go to sleep.” You responded, bringing your free hand up to his face, adjusting his hair so it was out of his face. He always managed to get sweaty when both of you were in the same bed, and you knew the hair would eventually stick to his face.“No. I love you.” He dragged out. You laughed at him, moving your hand down to your chest. Chris kept his eyes on you, he loved it when you laughed, it was his favorite thing about you.
“De verdad. I love you.”
“Okay, Chris. I love you too, but we should go to sleep. We are bo-” You started but you cut yourself off when you felt Chris’ grip tighten around your waist, rapidly pulling your body to his.
“No, I really love you Y/N,” He said, and you knew it was true. His voice held so much endearment as he emphasized every word. But he was drunk and he could just be saying that because he was drunk right?He analyzed your reaction. Your lips were slightly parted in shock, your eyes wide at his confession, and he knew he couldn’t take it back. It was mostly the liquid courage but he also felt like it was finally time to tell you.
“Chris, you’re drunk.” You reasoned, your hand moving from your chest to his.
“Nena, it’s not the alcohol.” He started. “I love you so much. You are the most supportive person I have in my life, you are the kindest and most understanding. I love it when you laugh, it lights up my life amor. I love it when you take care of me because it shows that you care for me. I treasure all of these moments with you. I know I’m drunk but I have had these feelings for so long. Te quiero Y/N,” He confessed. He removed his arm from your waist and used that hand to place it along your jawline, running his thumb over your cheek. You bit your lip, trying to find the right response for him. You knew you loved him too but you were scared. What if this ruins you guys? What if he doesn’t mean any of this? He is drunk. But you couldn’t deny it, you loved this man so much.
“Chris, I’m scared.” You mumbled, trying to shove your head deeper into the pillow, wishing it could swallow you so you could hide.
“Why?” He asks. His brows were furrowed in confusion, and confusion etched on all of his features. Why would you be scared?
“What if this ruins us? What if you don’t really love me?” You question in a soft voice. And that almost broke his heart.
“Nena, I promise whatever happens we will still be us. And I do really love you. Te lo prometo,” He mumbles into your face, nuzzling his against yours. You begin to laugh against him, pulling away from him and noting his once again confused face.
“I love you too...pendejo,” You confessed against his skin. At your choice of words, he pulls away and both of you begin to laugh.
“I may be a pendejo, but at least you love this pendejo.”
warnings: it has a lot of fluff and i thought it was cute and there is some making out
word count: 683
note: this is the first thing i am posting on my blog which i created like 10 mins ago. I hope you enjoy whoever reads this!
They were a mess of tangled limbs and light kisses. The golden rays danced across the room and onto their skin as they smiled at each other.
“Baby, we have to get up.” She whispered, running her fingers through his brown and soft hair, it was her favorite thing to do whenever she was alone with him, and she knew he secretly loved it too.
“Five more minutes mi amor,” Chris responded. He used his arm that was wrapped around her waist to pull her closer to him. He focused his eyes on her, her eyes filled with sleepiness, her hair was a disheveled mess but he had never found her more beautiful than he did that morning. He moved his fingers so they traced the skin on her hips causing a light giggle to escape her lips.
“We both know that those five minutes will turn into spending the whole morning in bed.” She mumbled as she moved to place a quick kiss on his lips before lightly placing her lips over his jawline and down to his neck.
“It will if you keep doing that.” He responded, grabbing her cheek so she could look up at him. He chuckled at the look she had, it was so pure and filled with love, she held her lips in between her teeth as she waited to hear more from him. “Te amo princesa.”
“Te amo mas baby.” She responded, smiling at him before moving up to his face, she stared at him for a second before she leaned down, their lips melting together. Their kisses were rarely ever this soft and sweet just filled with bliss and love. He pulled away, turning them over so he was on top of her, holding his body up with one arm while his other hand caressed her face.
He smirked at her before peppering kisses all over her face, first on her nose then he moved to her forehead before moving onto her cheek and jawline. Giggles fell from her mouth at his goofiness.
“Vamos a hacer desayuno.” He says, moving off of her before sitting up on the edge of the bed. She shook her head before sitting up on her knees moving towards her boyfriend. Her hands settled around his shoulders, giving him a nice massage as he let out a sigh of relief.
“Five more minutes.” She whispered in his ear, lightly kissing his ear. He groaned before turning around and throwing her back onto the bed. A smile gracing her face while he held a smirk.
“What happened to ‘baby get up’?” He asked hovering over her body, hands roaming around her waist lifting her shirt so he could feel the skin on her hips better.
“I wouldn’t mind starving and staying in bed all day with you.” She answered, pulling his face down to her, pulling him into a kiss. Her hands somehow managed to get under his shirt, running up and down his back as they pulled away for air. “But to be honest, pancakes sound really good right now.” She added as he groaned letting his head fall onto her neck.
“You’re a tease baby.” He grumbled before getting off of her once again and walking downstairs. She bit her lip before sliding on one of his hoodies and following him to the kitchen. He had already managed to get out most of the ingredients. She leaned against the doorway focusing on him as he grabbed a bowl and began to mix. She loved moments like these, where they were both vulnerable to each other, where they were both alone with each other and filled with adoration for the other. She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist before laying her head on his back, wanting to stay like this forever. She lived for the blissful mornings.
“Mi amor.” He said and she could hear his chuckles as he continued to mix, the way their heartbeats seemed to become in sync. “Are we going to stay like this forever or are we going to eat?”
You still remembered everything about him, the way his eyes lit up every time he sang one of his songs, the way his face would twitch up into a smile when you told him that you loved him, or how his skin felt underneath your fingertips when you traced it in your usual sleepy daze. You missed him so much, sometimes the pain was too much but you knew that it was for the best. He told you that this road was the best for the both of you, and you listened because you just loved him too much.
“Amor!” You shouted, tightening your arms around his shoulder to ensure that you wouldn’t fall off his back. You could feel the vibrations of his laughs as he continued running. He pushed you up to get a better grip on your thighs trying to protect you both from falling and from the boys that were chasing you.
“Cariño, if I slow down the boys will win!” He responded, trying to pick up his pace. You shook your head as you looked over your shoulder to see Erick and Christopher catching up to the both of you. You giggled, turning back to your boyfriend and leaning down to his ear.
“They already did.” You whispered, removing one of your arms from his neck and pulling a water balloon from your pocket. You smirked while you raised the balloon in the air and popped it over his head. You could feel him abruptly stop and let out an audible gasp. He grabbed your thighs and swung you over his body, both of you standing face to face. He pulled a face of mock hurt, pouting as you laughed at your adorable boyfriend.
“I love you and this is what you do to me?” He questions as the boys reached you. You look over to see Erick leaning on Christopher as they both burst out into laughter.
“I’m sorry Zab. It’s just Erick and Christopher offered to make me lunch,” You answered. Your boyfriend crossed his arms, staring you down.
“Wow, so food is more important? I could have made you lunch!” He jokingly argues. You laugh at the way your boyfriend was playing. You nodded at his question before wrapping an arm around his waist.
“I love you though.” You whispered, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips. He leaned down, but didn’t let your lips touch.
“Me too. But did you think I wouldn’t have known what you were up to?” He questions, pulling away before you felt the cold water that was dumped on you. You lift your shoulders as your jaw dropped. Your boyfriend was so sneaky sometimes. And you could hear the laughs of Richard, Zabdiel, and Joel to the side.
“Payback sucks doesn’t it Y/N?” Richard taunts as you lunged at the boy, ready to get him wet by giving him a hug.
You always treasured that memory. That day was one of your last few days with your boyfriend, and you hadn’t even realized it. You grabbed at your chest, letting the tears flow as the pain from the heartache ran through your body, hitting every vulnerable nerve. You hadn’t just lost your boyfriend that day, but you had lost all your best friends as well.
The reggaeton blasted from the speakers, it was almost deafening but you didn’t care. The alcohol was pulsing through your body and dampened your inhibitions. You ran your hands over your body as you leaned your head back on Zabdiel’s shoulder, you could feel his hands grip onto your waist and lead your movements.
“Cariño, the things you do to me,” He growled into your ears, pulling your body closer to his. “We should head back baby.” He suggested going back to the hotel. At this point you were already putty in his hands, alcohol had taken over your mind making everything fuzzy and you just nodded. He moved his hands from your waist to your hand, trying to lead you off the dance floor safely.
As soon as you both got back to the hotel and into his room, you threw yourself on the bed. You sat up as your boyfriend stepped into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He sighed before rubbing his face. You furrowed your brows at his actions, watching him step into the closet and come back out with one of his hoodies and a pair of your sleeping shorts.
“Go to bed cariño,” He whispered into your ear, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face. You nodded at the boy, quickly listening and slipping out of your skin tight dress and into the clothes he gave you.
What you didn’t know about that night, was that it was your last night together. And you should have realized that when he held you a little too tight or when he kept whispering ‘i love you’ into your ear, rubbing his hands over your back. He loved you too much, so much that he knew he had to let you go. This life wasn’t for you, watching him meet thousand of girls, spending half of his time in another country, living his dream. He knew it hurt you sometimes, and it was time for him to let you go, he needed to let you go so you could have the life you wanted.
Zabdiel lay his face in his hands, sitting on the edge of the couch. He missed you so much, he just wanted you back but he knew he couldn’t do that to you. But God he just wishes that he could be selfish for once, that he could have just held onto you.
He raised his head as the boys walked in, looking at their friend who was obviously hurt. They all knew how much you loved each other, but it was true, this life would have taken a toll on you, it already had. Erick and Joel placed themselves next to Zabdiel, patting him on the back, a reminder that they were there for him, a reminder that it was all going to be okay.
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His head dipped down to place a light peck on your neck, the hair that fell over at his movement tickled your neck. He felt you shiver underneath him, his grip pulling you closer. He smirked, the light becoming an open mouth kiss until he was sucking that same spot. You let out a sigh at his action, moving your head to the side to give him better access.
“What were you saying mamacita?” He asks as he hears your sigh. He pulled himself away from your neck and pushed himself away from you. You groan, turning on your heel to face him. You both could see the lusts in each other’s eyes.
“I could do better,” You responded. You weren’t going to give in easily, you knew that’s what he wanted.
“Show me,” He whispers, a smirk across his face calling your bluff. You shrug your shoulders at him before unbuttoning your blouse. His eyes traveled down to your chest as he did so, the shirt barely hanging off your shoulders and the only thing in the way of him seeing your breasts was your lace bra. You smirked at him, watching his reaction as you slowly slipped your blouse off your shoulders and let it hit the ground. Your hands ran up your stomach and ran it over your covered breasts. He groaned at your actions, he wanted you naked, underneath him and screaming his name. You reach your hands behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra, but his hand reached out and stopped you.
“No.” He told you. He took a step closer, pressing his body to yours, your chests touching. He licked his lips as he looked down at your chest before looking back into your eyes. “Let’s go to your room.” He whispers. You nod moving your arms from your back towards his wrists. You guide him to your room. And once you were in there, he pressed his lips to yours. He grabbed onto your hips as he was doing so, pushing you backwards until the two of you fell back onto your bed. He pulled away, grabbing the back of his shirt and slipping it off. You watched as his muscles seemed to flex at his movements, you looked down his chest wanting to kiss down it. He picked you up and moved you closer to the head of the bed, you opened your legs allowing him to place his hips between them. You place a hand on his neck, pulling him down towards you. Your lips met once again this time you ran your tongue over his bottom lip and he let you in. Your tongue seemed to clash as the two of them fought for dominance, you pulled your tongue back and let his explore your mouth. He pulled away from you, the both of you guys breathing heavily. He dipped his head down, placing open mouth kisses along your jawline and around your neck.
“Chris,” You moaned as he began to suck on your neck, tongue running over the spot while doing so. Your hand ran up his back and neck, tangling in his hair. He continued to place kisses down your neck and along your chest above your bra.
“Sit up.” He ordered, pulling his body away from yours. You almost groaned at the loss of contact but you did what he said. He wrapped his arm around your back and undid your bra, pulling it off you arms and pushed you back into your position. He stared at your chest, taking in the beauty of your breasts, but he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over your nipple while one of his hands played with the other one. He pulled away and began moved his kisses down your stomach until he landed right above your jeans. He sat up and undid the button and zipper on your jeans, he slowly pulled them down.
You wanted to rip them off but he was taking his sweet time, eyes trailing from your stomach down to your thighs. He placed both of his hands on your thighs, looking back up at you. You nodded your head at him as you opened them for him. You wore lace underwear and he could see your wetness through them. He leaned down, pushing your underwear aside and running a finger through your folds. You let out a light moan at his actions.
“Damn baby, you’re wet,” He commented. He pulled his hand away and you wanted to whimper. You wanted him, you wanted him more than you have ever wanted anything.
“Chris please,” You begged. He obliged, placing his mouth down, he ran his tongue over your clit, slow and teasing. Your hands somehow found themselves back in his hair, tugging at it gently to let him know you needed more. He slipped one long finger into you, pulling in and out slowly. And you groaned.
“Stop teasing papi,” You told him. You were almost breathless because of him. He knew what he was doing to you and you couldn’t hide it. He inserts another finger at the name, and picks up his pace, flicking his tongue over your clit more often. He couldn’t wait either. At this point he just wanted to be inside you, he wanted to fill you up. Your thighs seemed to tighten around him as you neared your release. He was fueled by your moans and the raising of your hips as you tried to get more, and he did so, finally inserting a third finger into you and working you to your orgasm.
You laid breathless, Chris slipping off your underwear as you tried to catch your breath. Chris peered up at you and slowly crawled back up to you. You could taste yourself as he placed his lips on yours. He pulled away, you could feel his bulge through his pants and against your crotch. You moved your hands down his chest and unbuttoned his jeans, and he kicked them off. When he was back on top of you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped him over.
“Your turn,” You whisper. You avoid his lips and pepper kisses along his jawline. Chris laid back and let you do your work. You sucked on the different parts of his neck, and biting each one. You wanted to mark him, make sure he never forgot the first time. You stopped for a second, admiring the tattoo on his chest. You traced your finger over it before placing a light kiss on it. He watched as you did so, he almost melted at your action. You placed kisses along his chest, moving down, your fingers slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers, ready to pull it down.
“Baby,” He called you, he leaned up on his elbow but his free hand came up to place on your chin. You looked up at him, wide eyes full of lust, he shook his head. “Tonight is about you,” He told you. You didn’t move, grabbing his finger that was on your chin and licking up the side of it, keeping your eyes trained on him. He leaned down, picking you up and flipping you over. He got off the bed, walking over to his jeans and grabbing a condom from his wallet. You watched as he slipped his boxers off and slip the condom on. He smirked over at you, kneeling on the bed and laying his body over yours. He placed a kiss on your lips, his eyes asking for permission which you once again granted. He positioned himself at your entrance, pushing himself in. You let out a gasp at him, gripping on his shoulder.
“Mamita,” He moaned into your ear. “You feel so fucking good.” He placed his head in the crook of your neck, sucking as he fastened his pace. Your nails dug into his back as he did so, letting moans fall from your mouth.
“Faster papi,” You ordered. He slipped on hand down, one finger playing with your clit as he pumped himself in and out of you faster.. “Fuck,” You slip out of your mouth.
“You like that mami?” He asks you. You nod and he raises his head. You were getting close and he knew it. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he went deeper. He seemed to fill you perfectly.
“Chris!” You screamed, he looked down at you, watching as you writhed underneath him. You eyes were shut as you neared your climax.
“Look at me,” He ordered. You opened your eyes immediately finding his brown ones. You rolled his hips against his as he seemed to push deeper and hit your spot. You let another moan at his actions, feeling your orgasm wash over you.You both kept each other gazes as you came and he felt your walls clench around him. A moan and a string of curses left his lips as he came after you. Your legs were trembling from your two orgasms and you dropped them from his waist, he pulled himself out of you and discarded his condom. He flopped over on the other side of the bed, arm outstretched towards you, inviting you to rest your head on his chest. You did so, rolling over towards him, an arm sprawled across his chest while his arm traced patterns over your shoulder, the both of you in silence until you fell asleep.
Author’s Note: Okay soo shoutout to @cloudfiveclub @spider-zab @lovingonzabdi for helping me and giving me feedback 💖 you guys are real ones for helping so thank you my angel babies.
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