pairing: Armando Aretas x Reader
word count: 1,045
notes: I apologize for any typos. There are mentions of weapons (guns, knife). This kind of takes place in Bad Boys, it's a specific scene, but then it veers from that. Enjoy the read!
“Zwwaaayy- Looooo,” you sauntered up to him with an arm wrapping around his shoulder. His body tensed at the sudden contact. “I heard that Taglin is about to come into a lot of money, and I want in,” you whispered softly in his ear.
Zway-Lo nods his head slowly, before slowly looking at you. You pat his shoulders before you take a few steps, without looking back you take your knife from its holster around your thigh and throw it precisely in between his legs. “You know how to contact me” was all you said as you walked out of the building.
Zway-Lo: time:00:00 location: Miami Harbor
You made it to Miami Harbor, an hour before the scheduled meeting time, scouting the place out, learning the entrances, exits, and any security. As you were scouting the loading dock, the click of a gun grabs your attention, you slowly turn your head and there he is Lee Taglin himself. “y/n hands where I can see them, I’ve heard all about you”
Your hands slowly make their way up “Good things I hope” you say with a cheeky smile. One that he didn’t take lightly to, he grabbed both your wrists placing them behind your back and zip tied them together, his gun never leaving you, as he looked away to his men giving them silent orders.
You turned your head counting the men, clearly outnumbered you knew you’d have to wait for your opportunity to escape. Taglin turned back to you, a hand grabbing a fistful of your hair “You y/n are just what I needed to sweeten the deal, come on” he says before letting your hair go and pushing you forward.
His gun stayed hovering behind your back, as you all walked onto the loading zone of the harbor “on your knees” he says, “and don’t do anything stupid.” Taglin left, and another man replaced him with a gun hovering behind your head. You knelt there for 20 minutes before everyone had come, you watched as people piled in, you saw Zway-Lo look at you and the men behind him,
But one man had you enticed, he walked in carrying himself with a predator-like demeanor, intimidating to most but intriguing to you. As you analyzed him your head slowly tilted to the side, he was around 5 '10 maybe taller, his skin a deep bronze, and when you realized his physique was strong, muscular, and intense, your eyebrows raised ever so slightly. You could tell just from his haircut and the way he dressed he kept things efficient and he himself was just intimidating.
You watched the clattering of the metal falling, and the money falling to the ground, the exchange from him and Taglin.
“This is what you get to keep” tagline said pointing at the man
“What did you say, we had a deal”
“Renegotiating, oops” Tagline said as he shrugged his shoulders and pulled out a gun pointing it at the man. Taglin’s men shifted all their guns to that one man.
“I’ll even throw in the girl,” Taglin said, as one of the men pulled you up off the ground and shoved you into the man. Your shoulder pressed against the man’s chest, his hand instinctively wrapping around your waist lightly helping you as you regained your balance. Your eyes glancing at him and then to the men behind him. Just as quickly as you high kicked one of Taglin’s men in the head, he pulled his karambit knife and finished the rest of them. “Oops” was all he said.
As Taglin was choking on his blood, the man grabbed his head “come here, look at me” the man pressed the gun to Taglin’s head and boom “ I don’t renegotiate” he said before he dropped the body and stood up. He looked at you, his eyes scanning you. He whistled to one of his men, he whispered something into his ear. His henchmen then lightly guided you to the empty space outside of the loading zone.
You stood there with his henchmen, overhearing the mumbles from the others, you stared up at the stars awaiting his return. You heard his boots as they clunked against the pavement “leave us” he said to the henchmen. You looked at the man, a gulp falling down your throat, up close he was even more handsome, his facial features are sharp, symmetrical, and his strong jawline framed with his groomed goatee, and his freshly cut hair.
He watches you analyze him and says nothing, he walks behind you, and you feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, his height overbearing you. “Relax” was all he said “What’s your name?” you ask ,as he cut the zip ties that bound your wrists together. “Armando Aretas” he says, placing his knife back into his holster.
You turn around facing him, eyebrows furrowed. “Aretas? Isabel never told me she had a son” You look up at him, his eyes returning the confusion, neither of you says anything just looking at each other, gauging the other.
“How do you know my mother?” He breaks the silence. The wind from the sea breezes against your skin, goosebumps forming on your arms.
“She does business with my father, I’m Y/N Ramirez" you say shivering, using your hands you run your arms, hoping the friction warms you up. He notices, and starts guiding you back into the harbor building. “Stay here,” he says. He leaves you instructing each of his henchmen. You watched as a few more of his men appeared and disappeared as they carried the bodies out.
The clunking of Armando’s boots catches your attention as he approaches you. “Come with me” was all he said to you before walking past you expecting you to follow him.
And you did, you stayed a few steps behind him, the gravel crunching against each step you both took. He stopped in front of a motorcycle, and he grabbed his jacket, holding it open for you. You slid your arms through. “Where are we going? You asked. “Somewhere we can talk in private,” he says as he zips you up, he places his helmet on you, before grabbing a spare and placing that one on himself.
to be continued...
a/n: I've had a story about Armando sitting in my drafts for months now, this isn't the one, but every time I reread it, something is missing. So I wrote this instead, which is essentially the first part of it. We need more Armando fanfics, Jacob Scipio is so underrated .a
I honestly got writer's block, and stopped writing mainly because of that, and life got busy for me too. I write for fun, so I will upload when I can. I usually hyper-fixate on a character and try to write all my ideas for them, but once that hyper-fixation has moved on, it's hard to write with the same motivation/passion.
Sage was partying late at night in a different club. She was shaking it with her girlfriend until around 3 am that's when the facetimes calls and texts from him started.
Rio mamas
Rio are you good
Rio ma hello
Sage checks her phone and gives him a thumbs up
Rio types bet
Sage as she mid dance saw rio walk in with mick one of his guys she ran out the club
Rio mamas slow down damn
Sage no
Rio caught up grabbing her arm
Sage winced hi mi amor
Rio dio mio woman you scared me
Sage sorry
Rio picked her up throwing her over his shoulder
Sage riooo put me down baby come on this ain't funny
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The Gift
Here we go.....
6:16 am…You opened your eyes. The world outside your vacation home was hushed by a thick blanket of fresh snow covering the furniture on the balcony and the trees across the ravine. Through the second floor master suite windows you could see the sun was not quite beginning to color the sky. The 6ft wide gas fireplace at the foot of the bed, encased in stone from the floor to the ceiling was still on. The flame was set on low, causing a soft, flickering light on the walls and just enough heat to keep the chill from all the glass in the room at bay.
Rio had slept with his arm locked around your waist and his face buried into the back of your neck ever since you slipped back into bed from your two am dash to the bathroom. The heat from his body against your bare back felt like home. Your eyes drifted closed but you knew returning to sleep was not likely. Your early rising couldn’t be avoided on your first day away - your internal clock still doing its job.
Feeling your movements, he began to stir, holding you tight against his nakedness. “Happy birthday, angel,” he murmured. “It’s your day.”
With a sigh, you squeezed his arm, thinking that the sleep-soaked version of his raspy voice was your favorite sound. Rolling over onto your stomach, you scooted back close to him, resting your head on the edge of your pillow with your arm tucked under it. He propped himself up on his elbow while you trailed your fingertips over his face, letting them come to rest where the shadows in the room highlighted his jawline.
He mirrored the soft, closed-lipped smile that touched your lips as you spoke, “Happy birthday to me.”
Taking your hand, he kissed it and rolled toward you and pressed a warm kiss on your shoulder. Sliding the covers down a bit, he traced over your shoulder blade and dipped down your spine - first with his fingers, then his palm. Closing your eyes, you relaxed into the feeling, humming out a sound as he dropped intermittent kisses on your exposed skin.
“Still thinking about getting that tattoo?” he asked, tracing a circle just below your neck. “It’ll look good here.”
Kissing the spot, he smiled against your skin when you giggled. Moving on, he traced more shapes on your skin, dropping warm, open-mouthed kisses along his fingertip’s path. “Or here.”
He pushed the covers down more, stopping just above the swell of your butt cheeks. You twitched as he trailed his finger from one side of your waistline to the other. “Plenty of real estate down here, too.”
The long, leisurely strokes of his hand over your back coaxed another deep sigh out of you. Reaching for the remote, he turned up the fan on the fireplace for more warmth to fill the room and pushed the heavy comforter down to the tops of your thighs. His firm, broad strokes on your skin now roamed lower, going across your two enticing globes of flesh.
Eyes closed, you mused, “I’m definitely not getting one there.”
“You sure?”
“Big time.”
Hearing his soft exhale of a laugh, you smirked, looking over your shoulder at him. Rio’s eyes were soft, smokey, teasing - his hand still in motion. Every stroke intended to bend you to his will. Shots fired.
“C’mon darlin’.” He lowered his eyelids, leaning in to nip your soft skin. “How you gonna tell me no, when I ain’t even ask yet?”
Dropping your head back onto the pillow, you laughed softly, heat rushing up your neck. It had been a while since he had loved on you this way and your hips shifted, undulating under his touch. You could feel him moving closer, his chest leaning on your arm tucked under your pillow, his breath warming your face.
“Hey.”
Lifting your head again, you were face to face, noses almost touching and he leaned in closer. His first kisses were warm and soft - his bottom lip plush on yours. The gentle nudging of his tongue that came soon after was laced with need. Where as yesterday’s lust had been sharp and able to be satisfied quickly, this morning’s tryst was calling for something different. He rolled you effortlessly, and your head sank into your pillow as his slow kisses deepened their intoxication. His hand on your cheek slid into him holding your jaw. Keeping you captive to his kisses, his licks, his suckles. He was in no rush.
Despite your nakedness, he still felt there was too much separating your skin from him. He sat up to push the covers all the way down, letting them slide halfway off the bed, a portion puddling on the floor. And from there, on his knees, he paused to drink in the sight of you. His woman. You on erotic display, on a canvas of bronze silk sheets.
He wasn’t the only one taking a beat. Your eyes trailed over his body from his neck tattoo to the saint pendant resting on his chest to the trail of dark hair framing his thickening length. Letting you get your eyeful, he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. His work didn’t keep him from his athletic lifestyle and dedication to the boxing gym. Fully naked, his slim physique flaunted the treasure trove of secrets that hid underneath the hoodies, t-shirts and straight leg jeans. His thighs were hard and toned, waist tapered - his arms and chest plates, beautifully defined. Backlit by the gold-tipped orange flames in the fireplace, he blinked slow, waiting.
Caught up in the lust that only he brought out in you - you sat up, reaching for him, dragging him up your body and back to your lips - loving the heat of his growing erection pressed into your abdomen. Never breaking your kiss you rolled to the side, needing more. Flinging your leg over his hip, you clung to his head with both hands while he traversed your neck and chest, leaving tender spots behind from the breath-stealing, hard sucking he was doing. Your mouth dropped open when he went lower, nipping at your nipple, rolling his tongue over the tip just the way you liked. Dragging him by his ears up from where he was latched onto you, your open mouth was waiting, needing one more kiss. His tongue slashing against yours along with the way he was grinding his hardness into your thigh, shot flames of desire through your veins.
Breathless, you looked into his eyes while you took his hand and put it between your legs, holding it there to cup you, moving it against you - letting him feel the hot slick escaping. He looked down to where you had connected your bodies and immediately his face transformed - softening, growing flush.
“Babe.” Your voice, a bewitching whisper, demanded that he bring his full attention back to you. “I shoulda brought my tiara…you coulda told the world you fucked a queen.”
Rio’s tongue appeared instantly to wet his lips so you knew you had hit your mark. Feeling your hand press his down harder between your legs, he swallowed hard. His dark eyes were bottomless pits of lust and his dick pulsed. He loved it when you dropped your natural babygirl ways and let your dirty girl come out to play.
“Nah,” shaking his head he frowned, matching your tone. “You don' need that shit to sit on this throne.”
“No?” Pushing his shoulder back hard to pin him down, you climbed up to straddle him high up on his torso. Holding his jaw in your hand, you silently demanded his eyes again. “Why not?”
“It’s already yours, ma.”
His hands slid down your back to grip your butt, squeezing, gently pushing you down more, wanting to be inside you, but you were not finished. You pressed your hands into his chest to stand up and slowly came back down, effectively wiping the one-sided smirk from his face by positioning yourself into a squat above his now fully erect member, with your thighs spread wide, hovering. Rio stared, slack-jawed at your apex. It was both a tease and a threat. He ran his hands over your calves, needing to touch you in some way to keep control of himself during the game. Watching you take his dick in your hand, he fought the urge to arch up.
“Eyes up here,” you whispered.
You held his gaze while you drug his sensitive tip back and forth through your slippery folds, letting him feel the dip of your opening, daring to tease. He struggled against letting his eyes flutter closed, breathing hard through his nose with every pass. Rolling his shoulders back, he moved his grip to your hips, feeling how your skin was already coated with a light sheen of sweat.
The second your dark haven swallowed his tip, he turned his head to the side cursing softly, unable to watch anymore. But you? You had the opposite problem. You couldn’t stop watching him - the way his collarbones stood out as he tensed, how the muscles in his neck and jaw tightened. The way he had to tuck his plump, bottom lip in to stop any more sounds from escaping him. His pleasure being under your control thrilled you to no end, revving your arousal up several notches, sending another wave of suffocating heat over your body.
Sinking lower on his hardness, it was impossible to breathe. Your swollen canal was parting around him, coating him with your liquid love. Receiving him, caressing and fluttering, forming a tight hold on the slightly oval shape of his shaft. It was pure ecstasy for you both.
“Mmmmm, my throne,” you moaned.
“Yeah?” His raspy voice was so tight it sounded like his vocal cords may snap. “Come on,” he urged you, digging his slim fingers into your hips even deeper. “You were made for it. Made for me.”
Sliding down on the last bit of his length, you let out a high cry and that was all the invitation he needed. Sitting up, he took some of his control back, wrapping his arms tight around you while you rocked, rose and fell - adjusting your position, establishing your rhythm. Joining you in the push and pull of your passionate dance, his breath was hot on your chest and neck,.
“God,” you gasped in appreciation. Your head tipped back, a thick moan falling from your lips, “God, baaaabe.”
With your arms draped over his shoulders, you drug your nails up his back and up into the hair at the nape of his neck rolling a shudder through him. Using your palm under his chin, you pushed his head back to bite down on the left wing of his neck tattoo, dragging your tongue across his Adam’s apple to suck on the right side of it to his strangled moan. He pulled away only to capture your mouth in a searing kiss. Needing more of your pleasure-rocked sounds, Rio cupped both your breasts, dragging his palms over your nipples. He strained up to tongue and suck on your ear lobe, loving your trembles and the gasps you sucked in. The new flood of juices wetting his thighs and your tunnel’s reactive spasms were his erotic reward - but also yours.
Your pleasure was cresting, toppling over the edge without any warning to him save the long gasp you inhaled and the path your nails tore across his shoulder blade. His eyes clamped shut, one long arm wrapped around you and the other cupping your ass to hold you tight against him as your tunnel collapsed on him. A second later your milking spasms and fluttery cries, set him off. Releasing a long low groan, his body jerked hard - his hold almost crushing with each convulsion that wrecked his body as he filled you with rolling bursts of his thick cum, rasping out your name.
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Still perched in his lap, you shifted to wrap your legs around him. You closed your eyes, holding him tighter while you came down, knowing your bodies would stay connected even while his dick softened. Even in your undone state, you still needed him. His skin, his arms locked tight around you, his smell - the security of him. The essence of him.
Christopher…
From your fog you mouthed his name against his ear. His breath was hot on your sticky chest and neck as he dropped kisses on your still tingling skin. The only sound was the hum of the fireplace’s fan and you both gathering your breath. There was no talking between you, but unhurried fingers trailing and lips brushing over skin in the quiet aftermath carried a tone of reverence. All time was lost while looking into each other’s eyes between the slow, soul-connecting kisses you gave each other’s lips…and cheeks…and chins…and necks.
The sun had begun its lazy winter rising to your whispered declarations of love as Rio’s dick began to return to a swollen masterpiece once again. The landscape outside your balcony doors reflected the sunrise in the snow, showcasing the colors. But its beauty was left unappreciated by you both between your low moans and hums of pleasure as he grew harder, filling you up. The slow rolling motion of your hips planted new seeds of connection, watered with panted promises of loyalty. With every hushed vow you were reinforcing your forever - re-dedicating your hearts to one another as you clung to each other, bodies twisting and arching to new levels of ecstasy.
It wasn’t long before Rio’s hands on you were asking for more - needing it. He exhaled a low, growling sound with each grinding buck up into you. Panting into your mouth, reestablishing his hold when sweat made his hands slip. You sucked hard on his neck, bruising his fairer skin intentionally. You bit down on his shoulder, desperately reaching for your second release’s arrival. Your nails dug into his sweaty back as he pushed you on with the raspy voice you would always hear in your sweetest dreams.
“Ma, you got me so damn hard.”
“Mmmm, you know I like that.”
“Goddamn, angel! You feel so fucking good.”
Every inch of you was tipping toward the mindless abyss that only Rio took you to. Thighs burning, shaking from the effort to keep up with his body’s demand. Rio grit his teeth, loving the way you were making his spine twitch but he still had something for you.
Dragging his mouth from your lips to your jaw, he rasped out, “Fuck! Lean back, baby. Lemme do the work.”
Obediently leaning back on your hands with your elbows locked, you let him take over completely, toes curled in anticipation. Seeking better leverage, he tucked a foot under his ass lifting you higher into his lap while pulling your hips into him. Bent back this way, the root of his dick was angled to scrub across that spongy spot just beyond your entrance. The spot that no man had found before him. He kept his strokes short for you, rocking just an inch or two. Your mouth watered as your head fell back, abandoning your body to his flawless massage. Minutes later you were gripping the fitted sheet in both fists, questioning the wisdom of letting him have his way.
There!There!There!…you chanted, begging him not to stop. Each deadly nudge had you swathed in heat, it was all sensation now. you could barely keep your eyes open. You felt like your body was reaching for a higher peak than ever before and you didn’t know if you would survive it. You could feel yourself trembling, your stomach muscles jerking but were helpless to stop it. Rio was biting his lip, frowning in concentration, knowing you were almost there. The overwhelming tease of a coming release with each perfect drag of his shaft had you babbling incoherently. Your center was coiled so tight it was almost painful…and then it snapped loose. A low-pitched wail scraped up your throat, bursting from you as your body seized, holding you captive for less than a second before the rush of sensation stole your voice. Your walls gushed and spasmed, clutching at his length forcing a deep groan out of him. Wave after delectable wave of pleasure crashed through you, overloading your mind. Lights flashed behind your eyelids and your whole body shook violently from the depth of your orgasm.
His body did as it pleased now, pushing you further by lengthening his strokes for his own pleasure. His hips snapped delivering relentless, deep power thrusts to the sound of his name pouring from your lips.
Your next full body spasm rendered you mute. Unable to hold yourself up another second, your arms went limp and your elbows collapsed but Rio caught you, holding you in place to finish fucking up into you. He was fully caught up, overwhelmed by the input to his senses. The feel of you, the smell of you, the sound and sight of you made him deaf to your cries. His strokes turned savage, battering - satisfying the urge for possession of you. His sacs tightened as his sweat dripped onto your chest. Fuckfuckfuck! His hips stuttered as he followed you into bliss with a single rasped out goddamn, before his back arched and you felt the pulse and heat of his release deep inside of you. Rio cursed through his spasms, shaking in your arms wrapped loosely around him.
Completely spent, Rio let you fall back gently, coming with you to rest on the soft security of the mattress. Dislodging from you, he rolled you both, draping the disheveled comforter over you both. On his side, he held you tight to his chest, dragging his lips up your neck, needing the salt from your sweat, the oxygen from your pantings. Needing to trace your lips with his fingers and kiss you again and again from a feeling beyond the possession he sought just moments before, from beyond love - it was from knowing you were bonded. You had chosen each other with your eyes wide open and now you were bonded so deeply that even as you lay there welcoming sleep overtaking you…each of your heartbeats and remaining shudders were synchronized.
I love you, angel.
His voice penetrated the satiated fog surrounding you - soft, breathy, honest. Your heart fell off its rhythm for a single beat in reaction. Without opening your eyes, you squeezed him even tighter.
A/N: Okay! Thank you for your patience...my brain decided that Part 3 was a complete rewrite. Part 4 WILL NOT take this long to update *crosses heart* Thank you for reading! I'm loving y'all's comments! 💜💜
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The Gift
Here we go.....
11:16am…Freshly showered and pajama’d, you sank into the couch in front of the fireplace where Rio had banished you to while he busied himself preparing your birthday breakfast. Despite your protest, he insisted that you leave everything to him and take some time to check your birthday messages. With delicious smells wafting from the kitchen, you snickered through watching the hilarious dance video your employees sent to you. You teared up reading the beautiful birthday messages from your three ride-or-die best friends in your chat. Then choosing to skip the dm’s you knew were waiting for you on social media for now, you began a facetime call with your mom.
A few minutes in, Rio’s voice floated over your head, “Hey, mom.”
Appearing from behind the couch to deliver your spiced tea, he sat next to you. You took the mug, rolling your eyes to the heavens as your mama’s eyes lit up.
“Good mornin’, Christopher! How are you, sweetheart?”
Rio ignored you nudging him with your elbow, taking your phone from you. Per usual, you instantly became the third wheel as she turned all of her attention to her favorite son-in-law. He knew your mom loved him to death and he soaked it up.
“I’m good. You taking care of your self over there?”
“I am. Glad to see to see you slowed down a little for this trip. You need breaks, sweetheart. You work too much.”
If she only knew how much, you thought, sipping your tea.
“C’mon now,” Rio’s mouth tilted up on one side, familiar with the lecture. “I gotta stay on this money, your daughter’s got expensive taste.”
“Nope!” You interjected. “Leave me out of this!”
“Too late,” he murmured.
“Mm-hm.” Nodding her agreement, your mother’s smile brightened. “And I hear you’re spoiling my baby just right.”
Rio glance at you was soft and smokey. Wetting his lips, he kept his eyes on you while he answered, “That’s my job.”
“And he’s good at it,” you commented over the top of your mug.
Your mother’s eyes twinkled and you both knew exactly what was coming. “And speaking of jobs…anytime you wanna work on getting me some grandbabies--”.
“Mamaaaa!” You groaned while your mother and Rio shared a smile.
“Hush child! I’m just letting the man know that my birthday is coming, too.”
“That’s a helluva gift you’re asking for, mom.” Rio shook his head just once, accustomed to her prodding him about having children. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Babe, don’t tell her that!”
Your mother threw up her hands in innocence, “That’s all I’m asking.”
Your father’s voice boomed in the background, “Woman, leave them kids alone! They’ll figure it out just fine when they’re ready!”
“Thank you, daddy!” you hollered back.
Your father’s face appeared over your mother’s shoulder, eyes crinkling on the sides in mischief while your mother fussed over his interruption. “Hey, baby. Happy birthday. You having a good time?”
“The best.”
“Then we’ll let you get you get back to it. Talk soon, alright? Chris?” Giving a conspirator’s nod of understanding, he smiled softly, “Good to see you, son.”
Rio smirked knowingly, giving your dad a nod of thanks in return. “For the save.”
“Any time.” Disappearing from the screen, his voice rumbled, “Say good bye, woman.”
Your mother’s eyes followed her husband before swinging back around to you. “Tuh! Acting like he’s the boss of me. You betta go on with that!” she hollered over her shoulder, winking at you. You burst into giggles as she grinned into the camera. “Alright, I better go see what that man is doing. I can hear him in my kitchen! I love you. Bye, baby. Byyyyyye, Chrissss!”
Handing the phone back to you, Rio’s smile lingered, he truly enjoyed your family. “Bye.”
“Don’t forget my present!”
You leaned back into the couch smiling while Rio made his escape. “Oh lord, mama! Bye!”
On his way to the kitchen with a tilted smile, he chuckled quietly. “Moms is wild.”
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After a sumptuous meal of a spinach, bacon and mushroom quiche, with crispy, roasted rosemary potato fingerlings, you were sprawled out on the couch between your husband’s legs, finishing off a fruit bowl while a soccer game played in the background. Full and happy, you were almost dozing off when Rio stroked your arm to rouse you.
“Hey…we gotta get dressed. I wanna show you something.”
“Noooo,” you whined, not wanting to leave the cozy warmth of his arms. Shifting around to look up at him, you caught the focused look on his face. “Wait…what kinda something?”
“If you wanna see it, you’ll get up.” With a secretive smile, his Adam’s apple dipped in a chuckle at the look of suspicion you threw at him. Sitting up, he granted you another sliver of information to motivate you. “You gotta dress warm, yeah? Wear your boots an’ whatnot.”
Sitting all the way up, you prodded for more, “We’re gonna be outside?”
Unfortunately for you, Rio wasn’t having it. He swiveled his legs out from around you and stood up. “Maybe.”
Watching him head for the main bedroom, you scrambled to get up off the sofa and followed him. “Soooo…is this another birthday present?”
“It’s your only birthday present.” Amused by your confused expression, he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead, nose and finally your lips before peeling off his shirt and tossing it on the bed. “C’mon.”
Tugging your pinky finger with his, he walked you to the closet with him. Pulling out his clothing selections, he laid them on the bed while you watched, waiting for him to explain himself. With a smug expression, he started dressing, completely ignoring you.
“Babe.”
“What?” he said, spraying on his cologne.
“Baaaabe,” you pressed.
Slipping his chain over his head, Rio released an exhale laced with faux impatience. Coming back to crowd your personal space, he rolled his shoulders back and planted his feet with his eyebrow cocked. “Wanna go get your real gift or not?” Immediately pressing a finger to your lips, he continued. “Yes or no, mama? And don’t ask me no more questions.”
Knowing he caught you about to do exactly that, you pressed your lips down on an embarrassed smile, rolling your eyes comically. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled back to kiss his finger, mustering up an apologetic look that had his cheeks raised and his eyes shining.
“Okaaay, yes. No more questions,” you relented. “How long do I have to get ready?”
Rio tucked you in tight, cupping your butt cheeks with both hands, giving them a pat. “Fifteen tops or I’m dragging you outta here. So hurry up.”
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Holding hands on the short drive, you were filled with curiosity and excitement. Rio turned down an unmarked dirt road to a gravel driveway, then drove up an even rougher road to an opening between the dense trees. Slowing to a stop, he parked on the edge of a large, flat, treeless area.
“This is it.”
Looking around at the snow covered area, you turned back to him. “What is ‘it’?”
Rio took your hand again, his expression unreadable. “This is a lot is for sale.”
“Okay.” Looking out the window again, you nodded, still confused. “Okay, so we’re buying land in Canada?”
“No. You are.”
Your wandering gaze snapped back to his face. “Me?”
Without answering, Rio got out of the truck and came around to open your door. Holding out his hand to you, he jerked his head back softly, summoning you. “C’mon. Lemme show you.”
Walking you to the front of the truck in the biting cold, he leaned against it, allowing you both to appreciate the warmth radiating from the still-running engine. Shifting to stand behind you, he pulled you back to his body to talk over your shoulder.
“So we’re at the right corner of the property, yeah?” Extending his arm fully to your left, he said, “It goes from here to where those trees get thick again.”
“Okay,” you said following his direction with your eyes.
“And then--,” pointing straight ahead, he continued. “It goes all the way back to where those trees are with the yellow tape.”
You squinted, rubbernecking to see through the thick expanse of trees for dots of yellow. Giving you a squeeze, he continued, indicating the flat portion you were standing on. “Now, this part right here? They took down 13 trees to get this level. It already has the approvals for all the water and electricity shit. The trees they cut down were sent to a lumber mill. All you gotta do is decide how you wanna use it. It’s all you.”
With eyes wide, you scanned over the parcel again. The freezing air was already limiting your ability to breathe and now your heart was fluttering like crazy. You never expected anything like this.
“It’s so big,” you whispered.
Rio made a low sound in his throat of agreement, “It’s over six acres.”
“Six acres?” Standing up straight, you turned around in his arms, searching his face. “Seriously?”
He nodded just once, confirming, “Happy birthday, angel.” The tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks were rosy from the cold, matching the blush on his plump bottom lip. His expression was serene and unmasked - exuding the deep love he felt. “The papers are at the cabin. It’s yours as soon as you sign. My name ain’t on nothing.”
This could be something wonderful, you thought. Turning your head to look at the lot again, the ideas and possibilities were flying through your mind. Memories of the wonderful times you had at your grandparents’ tiny riverside cabin when you were young brought a smile to your lips. Our babies could have those kinds of memories, too.
It was a dream come true that you didn’t know you had. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder about the particulars. “How did you get all this done without putting your name on paper anywhere?”
He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I made sure it was done right.”
“Mm-hmmm…” Aligning your body flush with his, you placed your hands on his chest. “And who taught me to never enter a deal if I don’t know all the details, Mr. Olivar?”
Rio looked down into your teasing eyes with pride and adoration. Your business acumen was one of the things that drew him to you. It turned him on that you knew how to hustle, make things happen. His ego didn’t require him to be the only boss in the house and you were a BossWoman by definition. Flashing a glimmer of his tilted smile, he traced your cheek down to your jaw. You leaned into his touch, watching as his eyes closed briefly - his long, dark eyelashes fanned out on his pale skin were beautiful. Wetting his lips, he nodded slowly, leaning down for a kiss - a light press.
“Aight, fair,” he rumbled against your lips. His hand was now inside the collar of your coat, slowly squeezing and releasing the back of your neck, relaxing you while his voice swept your remaining questions away. “On paper, it looks like you got a great deal, yeah? You even, ah… got a loan online for it.”
“Oh, I did?”
“Somethin’ like that,” Rio smirked.
“Okay…sounds good but--”. You paused noting the way he pressed his lips into a straight line and the slight tilt of his head. “What is it in reality?”
Rio’s dark eyes lost their playful sparkle and darted away from your face, settling on something over your left shoulder. His jaw tightened and ticked a couple of times. This kind of pause was familiar to you. He was deciding how much truth you needed to know, so you waited, knowing that pushing him never helped. His eyes slowly came back to your face, warm again, followed by two slow blinks as his face relaxed.
“The real,” he finally began. “Is he’s a friend of a friend, of a business partner. I caught wind he was liquidating to get outta the game. We met up and made a deal.”
Your ears perked up, “A deal?”
Rio studied your face - reading you to see if that piece of information made you uncomfortable before saying anything more. Satisfied that he could disclose the rest, he continued. “I paid him a slice in cash so the listed price would be lower. Made it more attainable for you and he don’t have to pay taxes on the full amount. Win-win, yeah? If anybody looks into it, it all looks normal. He advertised it for two weeks as a fire sale. Had other buyers come out and look at it an’ everything.”
Your smile got wider with every sentence. This is the brain you fell in love with.
“So,” he paused to wet his lips. “What do you think? It could be anything, ma. Your escape, your money maker. Your security. Your legacy.” His voice lowered in register, softening his rasp. “It’s yours, angel. It’s clean. No matter what, one can take this from you.”
No matter what happens with me…he didn’t say it but you heard it all the same.
This was your gift. Legitimacy. Always ahead of the game, he was giving you the opportunity to set up something in your life that his business dealings couldn’t ruin. Something for you and your future children that was protected. Quietly and purposefully, separating you from him for your safety and security. It was thoughtful and intentional, and your body responded to it just as much as your heart.
Overwhelmed by the care in his plan, your voice was barely above a whisper, “It’s incredible. Thank you.”
He cupped your jaw, lifting you closer. “What I say about thanking me?”
Looking up into smokey eyes, you cupped the back of his neck, drawing him down. “Stop telling me what to do,” you murmured.
Turning your face up a fraction more, your mouth met his. Lips stiffened from the biting cold soon turned warm and pliable as your kiss extended - softer as your kiss deepened, growing more heated. The thick layers of coats between you kept you from getting to him the way you wanted to. Frustrated, you reluctantly broke the kiss. The way Rio’s arms stayed clasped around you with his eyelids lowered told you that he wanted more, too.
His voice was a thick rasp as he dropped a kiss on your forehead. “Ready to go?”
Nodding, you grudgingly pulled away from him and headed for your side of the truck. Settled inside, you held your hands in front of the vent as he turned the heater to full blast. Putting the truck in gear, Rio drove forward to make the u-turn to leave.
Mid-turn, you twisted in your seat, turning fully towards him, settling your hand high on the inside of his thigh. “Chris, stop the car. We forgot something.”
“What?”
Letting his question hang in the air, you held his questioning gaze, letting him read your mood. His eyes dropped down to your mouth, watching as you ran your tongue over your top lip before you answered. “The back seat.”
As the heat infused in those three words hit his brain and nuzzled themselves into his lap, he wet his lips, adjusting in his seat a bit as your hand slid higher. You let him run his dark eyes over you in silence, raising your temperature even more. His chest jumped in a low, filthy chuckle, “The back seat, huh?”
Running your hand further up his thigh to cup his what was yours, you pressed your lips down on a sultry, smile. “Yeah.”
“Bet.” He cocked one eyebrow at you, taking your hand from between his legs and lifting it to his lips without ever breaking eye contact. “Whatever you want.” His sparse mustache pricked your knuckles as he spoke, “I mean, it’s your day, right?”
Letting you go, he put the truck in park, flashing you a look so dark, so devious - you knew immediately that you had lost the upper hand. Sitting perfectly still, Rio looked you over as if trying to decide where he would start, then leisurely unfastened his seat belt and sat back to unzip his coat. Oh shit. You clenched your thighs together while he freed his arms, both terribly aroused and slightly fearful of what you had just let loose in him.
His grating rasp instantly flushed you with heat from head to toe, as he reached for you, “I got you.”
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You drive into the elementary school parking lot and spot his G wagon right away. He smirks halfway out the window as you pull up alongside him, window to window without having to get out. His eyes look you over lazily, as he tries to hide the fact that you look good - you always do these days.
“Hey sexy, heard they upgraded your whip. Must really be putting these criminals through it” he flirts. It’s just Rio being Rio.
“Christopher” you greet him with much less charm shutting your car off and removing your seatbelt. You adjust your mirrors to be aware of your surroundings and take your gun off your hip locking it in the glovebox.
“I don’t know why you want to work a job where you need that. You should be put up somewhere, out the way” he continues full of shit. He’s handsome, charismatic and your chemistry is unmatched. You send an exasperated eye roll off in his direction and he chuckles. His smile disarms you.
“I mean baby if work is that stressful we can park in a back street and get it in” he proposes, his one track mind fully tuned in.
“Glad you’re enjoying yourself Christopher” you smile pleasantly ignoring his advances. “If I quit, who's gonna keep you out of jail?” You ask him. “Your partners are courting informants. Their operation is pretty much compromised. You need to untangle yourself from them fast” you share and he nods looking pensive. You check your mirrors again and see kids running through soccer drills. When you turn back to Rio he’s already watching you.
“Can you do me a solid? Kick up a fuss somewhere else? Make a big stink?” He asks.
“You know I can't, I'm just passing along information. You helped me so I’m returning the favour” you remind him.
“How fast do I need to be untangled?”
“Expeditiously. Is that a problem?” You ask.
“It’s no problem, mama. You know I’m always ready.” He says sitting up straight.
You nod, “good, if I hear anything else I’ll let you know.”
“Preciate it” he nods. You get out your work phone and look through your urgent emails that have been sorted by your assistant.
“Where are you coming from all dolled up?” He pries.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smile without looking over at him.
“Lunch at the new restaurant Elsie’s. You kept it light with a chicken Cesar so you probably really wasn’t feeling the guy” he says forcing you to turn. This time his head is against the back of his seat as he looks through his dash instead of at you. Pleased with his reconnaissance. “You don’t have to do all that Mama. He won’t know what to do with you. You know those squares like to throw fits when you dump them. Don’t make me have to kill him” he says, maintaining his aura of nonchalance. His eyes meet yours for a moment effectively communicating that he’s not playing. But your world isn't his. He has bigger fish to fry.
“I don’t need to be babysat, I can handle myself and I know what I need better than anyone else” you assert and he scoffs. You hear a shrill whistle and see the kids lining up in front of the coach and start the car. You watch the kids run off the line and hit the button to open your trunk. Your son comes barrelling down the hill tossing his soccer bag into the trunk.
“Hi mom!” He shouts.
“Hi baby” you smile as he runs over to his father’s trunk getting his school bag and another one.
“Bye dad, see you next week” he says walking between your two cars as Rio gets out to hug him tight. You catch a hint of his cologne. The woodsy, leather smell with hints of bourbon used to drive you wild.
“Bye, kid. Love you, listen to your mom alright. Do all your homework and don’t try to cheat her on bed time. Don’t make her call me.” Christopher says being stern.
“Ok” your son tells his father as Christopher takes the bags, tossing them in the trunk for his boy before getting to the passenger door. Your son hops in right beside you.
“Mom, you look gorgeous.” he gushes.
“She had a date,” Rio says, blowing up your spot.
“We’ll talk when we get home say goodbye to your father” you tell your son as you shift gears into drive.
“Bye dad” he says sitting back,
“Bye Sonnie” Rio says and you turn to watch the perfect mix of the both of you fasten his seatbelt. Sonnie smiles at you through the rearview mirror as you pull out of the parking spot. You smile back as he connects his phone to the car.
“How was practise?” You ask him.
“Good, dad has a new house.” he says.
“Does he?” You ask, having missed the memo.
“Don’t get upset, we didn't stay there yet. I just got to see my room - it’s huge and so is the yard.” Sonnie says and the excitement in his voice makes you happy. Reality gnaws at your nerves, you hope to God that Rio is being smart and not doing anything to jeopardise his freedom. A huge house means his earnings have to be legit.
“That’ll be good for your soccer drills” you smile being positive for Sonnie.
“Right, dad thought of that. He thought of everything” Sonnie says.
“Well I’m happy for him” You smile.
“There’s space for you too, and my brothers and sisters” Sonnie continues as you stop at a red light. You turn to the back seat with a raised brow. You know good and well your problem of a baby father was not just flirting with a baby on the way.
“Does your dad have– don't answer that” you stop not wanting him in the middle of the mess that had started the day you met his father. A smart woman would have never spoken to the criminal that pulled her out of a warehouse before it went up in smoke, again. The gun to your head should have been enough to terrify you more than his eyes and raspy voice intrigued you. It was the first time you went into the station and lied about what happened. Several comrades were down, internal affairs later discovered that they were all dirty cops, making the masked man a vigilante.
The next time you saw his face it was without the obstruction of a ski mask. It was after a girls night gone wrong. One of those nights where friendship implodes because someone’s drinking too much, and the other person's too thirsty. You were at the quiet bar in need of a respite from the girl drama. You were two whisky sours in when he pulled up a chair and smiled to tell you you looked better outside of your work uniform. You took in his features for the first time, eyes lingering on the bird tattoo on his neck, a poor choice for a criminal. Or was he? You still weren’t sure. He smirked at the recognition in your eyes and then his lingered on your lips. There were a hundred questions on the tip of your tongue and none of them made it out.
“You know how to play pool? I win, I get to take you out” he said before you could respond.
“I’m fine thanks” You responded nursing your drink.
He’d worn you down eventually though. The next time you saw him after leaving the bar that night was on a detective's wall a few months later. Misguided loyalty had you back at his bar. You were seated for no more than twenty minutes before he appeared at your side. You ended up following him to a back room where you told him what you saw at the police station. It was how your relationship persisted for the next nine months. Favor for favor until one night he finally taught you how to play pool.
You shake your head pulling yourself out of the trip down memory lane.
Brothers and sisters.
Sonnie’s words replay on a loop in your head. You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Rio. It’d been years since you’d had sex. The flirting never died though, neither did his requests for family. But there was always another woman that piqued his neverending curiosity. Always some opportunity that jeopardised your career and his freedom. He’d never come outright to confirm or deny his illegal dealings but where there’s smoke there's fire. You know better than to think he’s fully innocent with all the times something about him has floated through the station. You manage to push the thought of him shacking up with someone else to the back of your head as you prepare dinner, help Sonnie with his homework and then put him to bed.
You’re sitting on the front step when Christopher’s car rolls onto the boulevard parking in front of your house. He hops out and meets you on your porch. You don’t speak heading inside. He follows silently as you cross from the front of your home into the back for more privacy from prying eyes.
“Whats wrong?” he asks, sitting on the picnic table. You look up at him with folded arms. “You know I’ma handle it, what is it Ma?” he asks, sitting forward.
“You’re moving?” you ask.
“That’s what you’re mad about? It’s closer to his school. I can be around more” he says and it all sounds like a nightmare.
“You and his brothers and sisters?” you ask and he jolts noticeably before his posture stiffens, his signature smirk slides into place – a spark in his eye follows. He’s the cat that got the creme; you're the rat in the trap. You try to calculate your misstep as his smirk grows into a smile. He can’t help himself, he's so tickled. He’s in a checkmate and you don’t know where you’ve made a misstep.
“Me and my children” he nods with unnecessary cruelty.
“Sonnie thinks I’ll be staying there too, please don’t sell him dreams” you sigh and he shakes his head.
“You said we could get back together when I’m a hundred percent out. I’ll be there by the time the house is finished. Then you can sell this one or put it up for rent and get your back blown out most nights. Don’t worry, our bedroom has soundproofing - I know how you like to get loud” he says and you scoff taking a step back.
Your brain short circuits before rebooting and you look up at quite possibly the most delusionally insufferable man on the planet. He grins before having a laugh at your expense. You fold your arms too stunned to speak.
“Be for real Christopher, I’ll be more mad about you lying to me than you telling me you’re having a baby” you sigh. He steps down from the bench so your arms are touching his chest. He takes a finger tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his.
“My dick hasn’t been in you so you can't be pregnant. Lets go upstairs to practise” he says his voice low, seductive and raspy. You shake your head and push him away, resisting the electricity his proximity and bedroom voice sends through your body.
“We both know if Sonnie went to your place talking about brothers and sisters you wouldn't be so civil - stalker.” you state changing the subject.
“When our son talks about brothers and sisters he’s talking about our kids. Stop playing with me.” he says with nonchalance. You search his eyes for a lie and find none.
“Mom?” You hear and rush inside.
“Sonnie?” You ask, seeing him in his PJ’s.
“Dad?” he asks, looking behind you. You turn to see Rio coming in and turn to Sonnie lighting up with hope. You regret calling Rio instantly.
“I went to sleep in your bed with you and you weren't there mom” Sonnie says turning his attention back to you. “What are you doing in the backyard dad?” Sonnie questions.
“It’s spring, I forgot to check the deck to make sure the skunks don’t try to nest again.” Rio says lying so effortlessly, it’s scary. “We’re all clear buddy and you're too big to be climbing in your mama’s bed” Rio says, stepping around you to pick Sonnie up. It’s ridiculous because at eight, Sonnies are more than half of his fathers size, but you watch as your boy smiles dangling as his father takes him up to his room.
“Can dad read me a bedtime story?” Sonnie asks.
“Since he’s here” you sigh, refilling your carafe and bringing it up to the lonely primary bedroom. You rest it on the bedside table and head into the bathroom with all of your necessities. With Rio under your roof you lock the door knowing he has no boundaries and take your shower, then do the skincare that’s aided your genes at maintaining a youthful face in spite of a stressful job and personal life.
You step out lotioning your hands and see Rio sitting at the bench on the foot of your bed. You half expected it. He stares and you let him, it’s not something he’s witnessed in years. The intimacy of being in your space, seeing you undone, vulnerable and ready to sleep without him.
“I’ll walk you out” you say slipping your feet into your house shoes.
He nods, smiling. “You still use the oil I used to rub on your stomach when you were pregnant and after?” he asks. You nod instead of telling him that the stress from work and coparenting schedules have you stress eating your way into a few more tiger stripes.
“Stop objectifying me Christopher” you say knowing his eyes are glued to your figure as you descend the stairs ahead of him. You stand at the door and he takes his sweet time.
“End whatever you have going on with the square. Our house will be move in ready in two months.” he says.
“Goodnight” you say, opening the door.
He steps out the house turning before you can shut the door on him. His head dips to kiss you goodnight and he stops millimetres away from your face. You look at him and see he’s looking upstairs. You turn and the whites of your son's eyes grow in the dark as he scrambles back into his bedroom shutting the door.
“He’s bad just like his daddy” you groan as Rio laughs.
“Don’t do my boy like that” Rio says and you smile, shaking your head.
“Nite” You sigh.
“Night mama, now that cat’s out the bag I’ll be by with the blueprints so you can design the layout of your closet and pick the colours for our bedroom” he says walking down the driveway and to his car.
You shake your head shutting the door out of your depths with Sonnie and his pappy.
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Did you know you were waiting for your son to get into your car? Or was that a nice surprise? I never did baby daddy Rio and a bunch of you asked. So here it is 😉
Girl, you took us on a ride with this last update. I'm wondering if we'll get more of their backstory... I mean it seems like there's a lot of love there or at least there was....
re: Cop & Criminal
Hope you liked it 😊 I tried to do something new in terms of the premise.
How they got together? Favour exchanges over time, quid pro quo, mutually beneficial, leads to friendship then to hooking up. Push and pull, they get together and the reader gets pregnant. They're both happy and scared. Baby comes, they're excellent parents.
As far as the break up? Basically they broke up because of Rio's secrets and the readers trust issues. Rio was trying to protect her by omitting certain truths and it blew up when she got sent a picture of him smiling in a certain red heads face.
So Rio had and lost his family and he's never gotten over it. Neither of them are completely over it really.
Summary- Spending Christmas morning with Rio and the girls.
A/n: I MISS CHRISTMAS!! I've been in a holly jolly Christmas mood and never got to release Christmas fics last year so I don't care y'all getting it now!!
CW-SFW, fluff, kissing, wholesome, some humor, I also do name insert({#1}, {#2}) for the twins so you can imagine whatever names you want, Spanish from Google Translate (unfortunately).
Navidad or Christmas—that one day of the year when families and loved ones come together to celebrate the gift of being together. It was a beautiful experience, especially with you and your husband, Rio.
Rio wasn't a big holiday guy before he saw his girls. When he laid eyes on them, he fell in love with everything he never thought he would have. You and the girls changed his outlook on many things, so much so that Christmas became something he looked forward to, just to see the smiles and lights in his family's eyes.
Everyone came to your house for Christmas. Why? Because you two always went above and beyond. From decorations to food, it was top-notch every year. Rio handled all the finances, and you took care of all the ‘pretty things,’ as he called them.
That year, you decided it was just going to be you two and the girls. No special guests—just your small family, cozy and private. You had spent every previous Christmas with family, but you felt it was time to stay in with your man and the girls.
The sun slowly rose over the snowy town, light streaming through blinds and curtains. The house was quiet with the hum of the AC and the fridge cycling. You were wrapped in Rio's arms, head buried in the pillow as he kept a strong hold around your waist.
The house was calm and peaceful, but it was Christmas morning—that definitely wasn't going to last long.
“MAMA, PA!” The twins' feet could be heard running toward your room, squealing with energy. They burst in, slamming the door against the wall and running on either side of the bed. One tugging you, the other tugging Rio.
“Wake up!” they yelled in sync, stomping excitedly and impatiently.
“Come on, mama, we gotta get up," Rio’s voice still rough from sleep, whispering in your ear.
“Five more minutes," you muttered under your breath.
“If we wait five more minutes, they'll be jumping on us," he grinned and pressed his lips to your ear, gently caressing your smooth brown skin.
“You're right," you giggled, sitting up and looking at the girls, who didn't seem willing to wait any longer.
“Okay, okay, we're coming. We'll meet you downstairs!” Rio shooed the girls, who wasted no time rushing down the stairs, shoving each other like football players.
“Slow down!” you yelled after them, climbing out of bed and slipping into your slippers. Rio did the same, and you both headed to the door, where he stopped you.
“Hey,” he said, turning your body toward him, “Feliz Navidad, mi vida.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands rubbing your arms affectionately.
“Merry Christmas, baby," you smiled, feeling content as his warmth spread through you.
“Te amo," he tilted his head down and pressed a warm kiss to your neck.
“Te amo," you replied, arms subconsciously wrapping around him.
“Mama, papa!! Hurry!” The twins’ squeal cut your moment short. You looked at each other and laughed before heading downstairs.
The girls were already sitting crossed-legged by the Christmas tree, jittery and unable to sit still.
“Now?” they asked.
“Not yet, just a second," you answered while making coffee.
“Now?” they asked again a few minutes later.
“Not yet, mi amor," Rio replied this time.
“Now?!” They couldn't contain themselves, full of thrill and suspense, just having to wait was nearly impossible.
A warm smile spread across your face. Their nagging was usually annoying, but seeing their excitement was irresistible. You remembered being a kid on Christmas morning, unable to control yourself while staring at your gifts, wondering what was inside each one, and if the biggest one was yours.
"Okay, now," you said. The girls sprinted under the tree and grabbed the first present they saw. You and Rio sat on the couch watching them rip the paper apart to get to the goodies inside.
“LEGOS!” {#1} shouted so loudly Santa could hear her.
"MAMA, I GOT THE NEW DOLL! OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU!" {#2} exclaimed, dramatic and extra as always.
The sounds of ripping paper, squeals, and Christmas music filled the house with pure joy. A smile on your face that you couldn't wipe away, warmth and pride filling you as you watched your girls.
Christmas was that day of joy—one day that couldn't be spoiled, a day dedicated to pure happiness from dawn to end, and you were more than happy to give your girls that feeling.
“Mommy, I can't fit this hat! Can you?" {#2} said, holding her hat toward you. Before you could reply, Rio stepped in.
“I don't think so, baby. Mommy's head is too big," he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear.
“Rio,” you playfully gasped, pushing his arm, "Really?! That was mean of you!"
“I'm joking, just joking," he chuckled, earning an eye roll from you.
“But he's right, mommy can't fit it," you admitted reluctantly, and she skipped back to her presents.
As the girls kept tearing their presents and bragging about what they got, you prepared Christmas breakfast so that once they expended all their energy, they could refill on cinnamon rolls, fruit, eggs, and more—then spend the day playing.
You were rolling dough when two arms wrapped around you, and suddenly, warm breath brushed your neck.
You felt his smile against your skin as he pecked your neck and gently massaged your thighs.
“I have a surprise for you," he said, piquing your curiosity. You turned your head to look at him.
“I thought we agreed only the girls would get gifts this year," you said, confusion and curiosity mingling.
“Yeah, I know. It’s small. I couldn't resist getting you something," he said, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.
He held it out, and you opened it.
A necklace—a heart-shaped locket, gold, delicate, with the girls' initials on the front and yours and Rio's on the back. Inside, there was a family photo on one side and an infinity symbol with all your initials on the other.
“I thought it was a nice idea—maybe a little cheesy, like a Hallmark movie, but—"
“It's beautiful," you interrupted, kissing his cheek.
Rio, the big, tough man most are intimidated by, blushed a little. You could see it.
“Thank you, I love you," you said, smiling even more widely.
“I love you too," he replied, helping you put the necklace on.
Navidad or Christmas—that one day of the year when families and loved ones gather to celebrate the gift of togetherness.
The one day when only love and joy filled every home.
You head into your mothers house with your sister on your heels. It smells like freshly baked goods. The ooey gooey kind that are behind the glass tiered shelves of overpriced bakeries. Your mom had worked in one for many years, her second job to provide the extras for her two girls. Cops kept the store safe, were regular customers and kept the tip jar full. You noticed how your Ma’s eyes lit at the sight of them. Maybe it was then that your brain subconsciously decided to join the academy. It sure as shit wasn’t to tote guns and save the world. Nor was it to be in life threatening situations. There were perks to being the baker's daughter and the little girl so many OG officers had watched grow up. They had a vested interest in your progress and development and so much of the hazing and toxicity evaded you.
“Mommy,” Sonnie says, rushing into your arms.
“We’re playing manhunt but I saw your car and wanted to say hi. Theo and I are the last one’s standing” he bounces and you hug your nephew Theo.
“Okay baby don’t cheat by being in here - have fun” you smile kissing the top of Sonnie’s sweaty head.
“Have your friends come by for some sugar after all that running” Your mom hollers at her grandsons who are already out the door.
“The kids are outside again, the world is healing” your sister says, washing her hands behind you. You laugh heading into the kitchen to see the assortment of treats on your mothers island. You pick a classic cinnamon sugar donut that’s still warm and tastes better than the ones at the fair.
“Mom, why do you insist on giving the kids so much sugar?” your sister says biting into a chocolate chip cookie.
“Hush, I want to talk to your sister before they come back,” your mother says.
You pause eating the donut to look up at her. “About?”
“That man of yours and the big house you’re moving into” Your Ma sighs.
“Y/N you have a man, you think Rio’s gonna just let you move his son in with another man?” your sister asks.
“I don’t have a man. Ma’s talking about Christopher, apparently he bought a house for us. He told Sonnie about it and now Sonnie’s all excited.”
“Us? It hasn’t been us in a long time” Your mom says staring a hole in your face. She’s the real detective. Disarming you with freshly baked goods only to pounce when you least expect it.
“I’m just explaining what he told me.”
“Are you gonna move in?” Your sister asks.
“No.”
“Why not?” she groans, your sister is Rio’s biggest cheerleader in your family while everyone else is more skeptical - for good reason.
“Did we forget the photo I got sent of him staring in a red-head’s face like he was in love?” You ask, remembering the humiliation and heartbreak of getting a text from your cousin telling you your man was at the bar, then came the photographic evidence of what he’d been doing. They say good girls who don’t go outside get cheated on. They never lied. You’d been cuddled up on the couch with Sonnie who was asleep. Rio denied all allegations, claiming the proof wasn't what it was. Claiming it was business. But he was and is a master liar – the trust had been broken.
“No, but I also remember how he was when you were pregnant, getting you everything you needed, helping you get around, how patient he was, how he’d come in and rub your back and feet. You gave that man hell and he just took it in stride. I have a husband and the man calls me when I he has to go to the groceries to replace the houses staples for fuck sake- Sorry mama. Christopher’s always there no matter what, he’s present, makes sure you’re comfortable, he never misses Sonnie's milestones or important events and you still love him so live a little” she says.
You swallow the lump in your throat. Your mother is more indifferent to your child's father. She treats him well because he treats Sonnie well. Unlike your sister you didn’t do things the right way, there was no engagement or wedding before Sonnie. There was no meeting of the families and the lack of tradition didn't sit right with her. Neither did Rio being on the other side of the law.
“Ma, tell her to give the man another chance, don’t you want more grandchildren?” Your sister asks pretending to be pregnant by motioning around a nonexistent round stomach. Your mother’s silence stretches on.
“I want the two of you to be safe and well taken care of. I don’t think Christopher has his life set up in a way to do that without conflict. Your sister being with him is a huge risk.” Your mom says and your sister sighs, fanning Ma off.
“Move-in, play in his face, sit on his face, get yours and then leave if you want to. If it doesn’t work. But get yours and let that man take some of the weight off your shoulders. You’re you, I know you already have everything set up for the worst. You know me - I don’t play about you. You have me and you have Ma. Fuck it” your sister says in your ear.
Your mother watches her girls shaking her head. “Don’t be like mom, nearly sixty and pretending to be celibate while getting cracked by Mister Rogers a few times a week. Live out in the open” your sister says and you watch your mother freeze like she’s been caught stealing. The tips of her ears get more color and her swallowing goes shallow. She looks to the left, shaking her head.
“Your sister tells stories” she snaps dismissively and you’re a hundred percent sure she’s lying. She grabs a covered tray of pastries taking them outside.
“Mr Rogers?” you whisper.
“Mhm, you know my husband installed the security system. Imagine my surprise when mom gets a late night visitor that leaves in the morning. Ole’ girl stands on the porch in a robe tiptoeing to kiss him and everything” Your sister says making a disgusted face and you shake your head amused and disgusted as you picture it. You both shake your heads making faces like you’re eating lemons and laugh. When your mom comes back for the second tray she glares at your sister still flustered.
“Mom make that man make an honest woman out of you, stop giving the man the milk for free” your sister continues, giving your Ma hell and you shake your head laughing. Your phone buzzes and you see a PDF of the home's blueprints. You click around and end up in a 3D render. You exit out of it overwhelmed by the possibility of what if.
“Quit that dangerous ass stressful ass job and come work with me or work for yourself as a PI. Go home to your babies every night and give your rose toy a break” she teases.
“You’re HELL, STOP” you warn laughing as you hold your hand up threatening to slap her. She may be older but you’re taller, with a better wingspan. “I’ll consider what you said” you sigh and she relaxes.
You and Sonnie head home after sunset, he’s pooped from all the running and already showered. Like clockwork he falls asleep in the car. You prepare mentally to haul his dead weight into the house when you spot his fathers car parked. Relief washes over you as you park and get out. Rio strolls over to get Sonnie out of the car. No words are exchanged as he follows you into the house heading upstairs with his son. When he comes back down he steps out, only to return with a bag. He starts taking things out, colour swatches, granite and marble slabs, wood colouring and a brochure with different designs for the kitchen and bathrooms.
“I had a long day, I can’t think about this or go back and forth with you right now” you sigh.
“Tell me about your day then” he says, being patient. You take a container out of your bag and push his favorite of your mothers pastries over to him.
“Ahh you went to see my hater’s federation” he smiles while digging in and talking about your mom.
“You weren’t stalking me today?”
“I don’t need eyes on you when you’re with our son. It’s when you find yourself working and playing that I tag myself in” he says without apology. There’s so much history between you. So much love for him that's still there. You’ve run the list on paper and in your head more times than you care to admit. The pros and cons almost always equaled out. His shady dealings and penchant for lies kept you resolute in your decision to stay broken up.
“Alright, I can tell you’re not in the mood. Look over what I sent when you can choose what matches and works. I’ll be out of town for the next two days. We can talk when I get back” he sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Where are you going?” You ask.
“To pick up Abuelita and see the family.”
“You don’t want to take Sonnie?”
“Nah, they’ll be down in a few weeks. My cousin is doing big things” Rio smirks.
“Nick?”
“Nah, beautiful not Nick.” Rio says closing the distance. “I didn’t get my kiss the other night”
“You sound like a corny teenager” you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t going to kiss you.”
“You know I like when you find yourself being mean to me. Makes the begging sweeter when I’m inside you” he says turning you on. You hate how your body reacts to him. You cut your eyes creating distance. It’s what your sister didn’t account for. There would be no playing in his face when he’s the game maker. You walk to the printer and hand him Sonnie's finalized soccer game schedule.
“Safe travels” you say hoping he leaves NOW but he doesn't. His hands graze your shirt before holding you by your waist. He invades your space, his cologne aromatherapy, casting a spell on your good sense.
“This isn’t a game to me, this is our life and I’m not playing. Never was … getting set up took longer than I expected. I’ve stayed away so you should know that me applying pressure means things have changed and your conditions are being met.” he says with eyes as earnest as your sons when he speaks with conviction. You’re close to being putty in his hands.
“Who was she?” you ask using your trump card. He lets go like clockwork, giving you space you would have otherwise begged for. He sighs deeply backing you and you head back into the kitchen resetting for the night. You wait to hear his footsteps leading out of the house and for the door to close. You wait for the tension to leave your house with the man causing it but nothing happens. The quiet stillness from him charges the atmosphere.
“It was complicated, she was a partner in my business. We had history but I hadn’t touched her in years. She found herself there trying to seduce me back into business. I played into it but I didn’t touch her, didn’t kiss her. I never cheated but you don’t believe me” he says with your back turned to him. The explanation is far too flawed leaving too much room for questions and conflict for it to be the lie he’s come up with after so many years. You decide to contemplate it being the truth.
“We’re great coparents and Sonnie is well adjusted-”
“Don’t logic me, this isn’t about that” he says, the frustration in his voice causing it to rasp.
“Didn’t I tell you I had a long day?’ you ask.
“Let me fix it” he says and you want him to. You want him to, so badly. To follow you into your bedroom and turn the tension into pleasure. To ease the frustration into release. To feel his body on yours, to feel him sliding into you as his mouth claimed yours hungrily.
But there were a hundred ‘but’s’.
“I’ll see you when you get back, we can talk then” you tell him and his nostrils flare. He nods and leaves, giving the door a slight slam. You lock up behind him. Drawing in a few deep breaths against the door. It takes too much mental fortitude not to want to call him back in, to set fire to the boundaries you set into place.
You’re about to spiral when your phone chimes. You open the message to a photo from your sister from the surveillance camera at your moms front door. You see your mom with her arms wrapped around Rogers with a robe on and house slippers. You smile.
Please tell Stella that you can't get your groove back during booty call hours. At least make the man take her out, sheesh.
Seester
You laugh at the two stalkers in your life and mull over what's next for you and Rio as you look at the swatches for the house.
THREE
You head to your office after a long morning debrief and consider putting in your resignation to work with your sister or on your own. Lately things have been increasingly more and more tense. You turn on the television and see the reason for all the turmoil in the office. The election for Governor. Well, if the polling is correct - the new governor. His crime crack down plans have everyone scrambling to adjust. Beause of plan for an overhaul that’s bound to follow his election with all the policy changes. You change the channel not interested in seeing his rehearsed smile and photo ops with babies.
It’s Sonnie’s days with Rio so once you’re off the clock from working overtime it’s just you and the house alone. You could show up at your sisters but sometimes seeing her with her family makes you want one of your own.
Your alarm chimes as you finish up organizing your investigations and you lock everything up before heading home. You’re in your car when you get a call from Rio.
“Hey baby, how was school?’ You smile knowing it's Sonnie and not his father.
“It was fun today, we’re going to do a recital so I need to practice my instrument and get an outfit for the assembly.”
“Sounds fun, are you excited?”
“Yeah, dad made fajitas. There’s enough for you if you want to come over and have dinner” Sonnie says.
“Sonnie you can't just invite me to your dads house,” You tell him.
“Why not?” You hear Rio say and roll your eyes changing course to his loft.
“Dad doesn’t have a problem with it,” Sonnie says.
“Okay, I’ll be there in half an hour” you say.
“Lets wait for mom” you hear Sonnie say excitedly.
“Alright, you don’t get an extension on bed time so go shower” Rio tells him and you hear him running away.
“Abuelita made spicy hot chocolate cookies, you want me to get vanilla ice cream?” Rio asks knowing it’s your favorite combination.
“It’s fine thanks, I’ll have them alone” you tell him.
“Yeah whatever, I don’t want to hear ‘it’d be so good with ice cream’ it should be delivered before you get here” he says after mocking you. You smile freely in the car where he cant see.
“I’m on a diet, Rio, today's not my cheat day” you tell him and he kisses his teeth in the phone. You can’t help but smile some more.
“Are you in nun training camp, diet, no liquor, no sex, what are you doing?” he asks.
“What if I am?”
“I got your fucking nun costume, i’ll be the cardinal, come see me in my chambers” he says making you laugh at his wild antics. It feels good to laugh after the day you’ve had.
“You’re stupid” you tell him.
“I miss your laugh,” he says. “I miss us Y/N” he says, sighing. Somehow the truth seems safer over the phone.
“Me too” you whisper but the silence tells you he caught it.
“I’m sorry for making decisions that lead to you looking crazy in front of your people.” he says and it hits different because he’s never accepted responsibility before. “Trust me I regret even looking in her direction because it cost me my family but we’re older now, and in a few weeks I’ll be what you asked of me” he says. You allow the words to settle over you.
“Ok” you sigh. “Rio?”
“Yes baby?” he asks and you shake your head, taking the exit.
“Can you look into someone for me?”
“Who?”
“Jeff Rogers”
“Your moms little boyfriend?”
“So I’m the last to know?” you laugh.
“I need to know everyone with access to my son's homes. Ole boy has a couple baby mama’s and likes stolen merchandise. Nothing else, no debts - he’s clean. You’re safe, our sons’ safe” Rio says.
“Thank you” you tell him and he stays on the phone for the rest of your drive silently.
His loft smells amazing when you walk in and Sonnie rushes into you. You bend to hug him tight.
“I missed you a lot today,” he says.
“I always miss you” you smile, kissing his cheeks. He takes your hand after you exit the bathroom bringing you to the table. Fajitas sit sizzling in the middle of the table. Rio started cooking when you were pregnant and was something of a natural. His body thanked him for it too. Eating better and hauling around furniture, car seats, groceries made him bulk up from his naturally slim physique. He’d never be big but the lean muscle was an extra special sprinkle. One you noticed he was getting back.
“Tell your mom what you told me about your friend in music class” Rio says tapping Sonnie on the shoulder with a mischievous smirk. Sonnie's expression brightens.
“Okay so mommy, Josh plays the tuba right and there’s this part where he needs to do two big blows. It always squeaks instead of sounding smooth.” Sonnie explains.
“Okay” you nod as his father makes his plate.
“So Josh … dad that’s too much vegetables!” Sonnie interjects.
“What’d abuelita tell you about gratitude?” Rio asks.
“Thank god for the food we’re blessed to eat and pray for the less fortunate.” Sonnie recites making you smile.
“You were telling me about Josh” you remind and he perks up again.
“So Josh is annoyed that he always has to try over and over again. He didn’t even want the tuba, he wanted to play the piano or the drums. It’s his part and he ate beans that gave him a tummy ache.” Sonnie says, pausing to laugh and hold his stomach. “When it was his turn he farted so loud the teacher said bravo” Sonnie says laughing so hard there are tears in his eyes. You look at Rio who is no better and shake your head.
“HE POO’D” Sonnie yells and you cover your face, losing it at the two of them and the idea of the child coming up with such a flawed plan. “And he got in school suspension. Then the principal came to talk to us about mischief” Sonnie continues laughing.
“And I thought private school would be boring,” Rio laughs, shaking his head. They both laugh and you do too because of how boy humour works. Sonnie takes a deep breath as you fix your food. “Mom, you don’t get it. Everyone stopped and then Emily screamed EWWWW” he continues bursting into a fit of giggles. “The teacher's eyes went big like in the cartoons and she turned red like a stop sign when she saw” Sonnie says, fighting for breath.
“Sonnie I get it, I want to eat without thinking of your classmates' shenanigans” you laugh and he continues to do the same thing.
“Abuelita woulda tore my ass up if I did something so stupid. Where do kids get this shit from?” Rio asks, thoroughly amused.
“The internet is full of good pranks” Sonnie says and you shake your head.
“Well you stick to spectating.” You tell him and he smiles.
“Ok mom” he sighs, laughing to himself some more. “How was your day?” He asks.
“Nothing special until now, I get to be entertained by a laughing storyteller” you smile
“Don’t forget dads cooking” Sonnies smiles.
“It’s very good Chris” you smile.
“Come by anytime” he says.
You keep your eyes on Sonnie who smiles watching the two of you showing all of his little teeth. You feel guilt for not giving him this more often.
“What else happened?”
“Mike was sad, his parents are getting a divorce. I told him it would be okay. But he said his parents won’t do stuff together like we do. He said his dad has a new girlfriend” Sonnie says.
“Every situation is different, baby. Sometimes people don’t get along and divorce is good. The alternative could be arguing all the time and two unhappy people.”
“Did you and daddy argue all the time?”
“No” Rio says before your shock wears off.
“So why don’t you have a ring and call daddy your husband, why do we live in different houses?” He asks. You thought you had more time.
“Because that’s what we decided was best for us as adults for the time. Maybe we can talk about it when you’re older but right now it doesn’t matter because we’re family and we show up for each other. You know your mommy calls me for anything and I call her too. We’re a team.” Rio says taking the lead.
“Daddy, do you get annoyed sometimes when she calls you?”
“Nah, your mother doesn’t annoy me. Look at her.” Rio says, making Sonnie smile.
“You know some of my friends whose parents are married aren’t nice to each other like you guys are. Parents are hard to understand” Sonnie reflects.
“People are difficult to understand baby. Just tell your friends that whatever happens between adults has nothing to do with the kids.” You smile and he nods.
“Okay” he nods, turning his attention back to his food and giggling again at the tuba sharting incident no doubt. You finish your food and you load the dishwasher as Rio sets up the projector for a movie. You join them on the sectional and somehow you and Sonnie both end up leaning on his father. His cologne and body heat has you out like a light. You forgot how much the open concept loft feels like home until Rio’s waking you up. You check the time and see it’s after eleven. His eyes are sleepy too as he pulls you to the bedroom. You hear him in the bathroom and relieve yourself in Sonnies. Your stomach is full and so is your heart as you watch Sonnie sprawled across his full sized mattress.
You pad back to Rio’s room and see a toothbrush and one of your old night dresses out for you. You take a quick shower and reenter the bedroom to see an empty bed. You yawn getting in and wait for him but he doesn't come. Frowning you hope it’s not business and find him on the sectional.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sleepy.
“Why are you out here?” You ask, unable to fathom that the man that can't stop making passes at you is opting to sleep on the couch.
“Boundaries” he yawns.
“Shut up and come to bed” you groan, padding back into his room. He follows as you hug your corner. He gets in and pulls you back against his body.
“Shh” he says before you can protest.
Peace and sleep come faster than ever.
You wake up first, well rested and perfectly comfortable in Rio’s arms. He behaved last night and somehow that means more than anything else. You hold his arms against your body and his hold tightens silently. A kiss lands on your shoulder.
“I’m gonna get up and make breakfast” you whisper letting him go and it takes him a moment to release you. You get ready for the morning remembering when Sonnie was first born and this was your home. It was perfect in size, one floor making recovery easy. You pad out of the bedroom where he’s still asleep and look in the fridge to see what’s on the menu.
You whip up French toast and cut up some fruit relieved Rio isn’t feeding your son junk all the time. When you’re finished Sonnie smiles at you sleepily.
“Mommy you’re still here” he says and you bend to kiss the top of his head.
“We both fell asleep and it was late to drive home,” you explain.
“I’m happy you stayed, I think sometimes daddy gets lonely. You like alone time but I don’t think he does. You have auntie but when we’re together he’s all alone” Sonnie whispers. His emotional intelligence and empathy makes you proud.
“Then he needs hobbies and good friends,” you smile. “I know you want your daddy and I to get back together but I don’t want you involved. We got together without you the first time. We can do it again if it’s meant to be alright?” You ask and he pauses thinking it over before nodding.
“If you don’t get together can we spend more time together just the three of us at home. Not like at amusement parks and the movies?” He asks.
“We can” you nod and he hugs you tight.
“Thank you” he smiles and you make him his plate. He sits and you head into Rio’s closet hoping to find something that fits.
“Your clothes are still in your drawers” Rio says appearing behind you.
“Dusty?” you ask as reality pulls at your heart strings.
“Nah,” he says, opening the drawer. You find a pair of pants and a shirt to wear and smell them. “Abuelita came by and did the laundry to prepare for the move.” He says glazing over the fact that he’s never gotten rid of your things.
“Aren’t you going to miss this place?” You ask, stepping into the pants.
“I don’t miss places, I miss you” he says, holding your gaze.
“I looked over the swatches for the house and made my selections. I’ll send them to you when I get back home” you swallow meeting him halfway. You can feel the change in him, the fact he didn’t initiate sex last night was huge. The kind of respect and maturity you never expected. Rio had always been the man to take all the shots. Something about this version of him is unnerving, your heart races in anticipation as he showcases his newfound patience. You know when the two of you make it to bed together there’ll be no going back with how he’s about to put it down.
He smirks, stepping back like you’re thinking out loud.
“At least you know baby, acceptance is the next step” he whispers, kissing your cheek before leaving the closet. You shake your head wondering how he reads you so well. You try your best not to smile as you slip on a top and head back out to the kitchen with your boys.
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Authors note: Hope you enjoyed the domestic bliss and backstory. I decided to put two and three together since you guys seemed to like part one.
What are you doing in this situation?
Do you believe Rio's changed and a family man now?
Kind of, his actions show it.
Not sure.
YES! Him trying to sleep on the couch solidified it for me.
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PERSONAL
Tucked away in a grand hotel suite just outside of Detroit with your boss’ men standing guard, you still felt exposed, vulnerable. Hearing the low whizzing sound of a keycard in the door froze your breath in your lungs. You focused on the sound of the lock disengaging, the click of the door closing, and the movement of air a single set of footsteps made, their soft swish getting closer until a slim silhouette appeared. Rio.
Your boss had entered the dim space quietly on purpose, not wanting to wake you if you were sleeping - disappointed to see that you weren’t. Casually standing with his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the bump-out the room had for separating the dining area from the living room where you sat.
Sitting stiff on the couch, you had already lowered your eyes to the floor. You had been working for him long enough to know that even in the near dark, he was scanning the room, taking in the secrets it offered. It was too late to hide that you were sitting in the exact same place as when he left that morning. The living room of the suite was draped in shadows because you hadn’t gathered enough energy to get up and turn on the additional lamps when nightfall hit. The food he had delivered sat uneaten on the coffee table. And if he looked into the master bedroom, he would know that you hadn’t taken a soak in the tub like he suggested, or napped in the perfectly made bed.
The soft click of the light switch he touched seemed too loud - the light, intrusive. His dark eyes, surrounded by even darker eyelashes made you feel…something. And you weren’t ready for that, not yet. You needed to stay numb. Numb was safe. No…numb was control. Without it you’d have to feel the ache in your chest from the screams you hadn’t let out. Or acknowledge how badly your head ached from lack of sleep. Sleep you were avoiding to dodge the nightmares you knew were waiting for you. Your eyes burned from the refusal to cry. Hidden under your clothes, the abrasions and bruises on your body throbbed in time with your heartbeat - unable to heal because there was no rest for your wrecked nervous system. Your body’s ability to function normally was suspended, waiting for the one thing that would allow you to settle and reclaim your peace.
From your peripheral, you tracked Rio’s feet crossing the room on his customary glide. As he stood next to you, you didn’t have to look up at him to know he was taking off his armor - placing his gun, his phones and his watch on the table. After your stillness, his movements seemed to spark the air in the room - low vibrations surrounded him as he sat down and centered himself one body part at a time. His head dipped left and then right. He rolled his shoulders back, extending his arms out, and interlocked his fingers while cracking his neck. With an exhale, his slim form relaxed and spread, taking up more space - but still he was careful not to let any part of him touch you.
Leaning back on the sofa you shared, he interlaced his fingers resting his hands on his stomach, crossing his legs, ankle over knee, swiveling his head your way. Concentrated on you, he pressed his lips together in a firm line. He hated the stiffness in your posture and the blank look on your face, but he also admired it. You were stronger than he’d ever imagined. It was impressve. Your silence was a wall built incredibly thick and tall. Behind it, you protected not only your true self but also any details of what you had personally endured during the 48 hours that you were with them.
The quiet you had found solace in all day, was now unsettling. You didn’t ask it out loud, but the question hung heavy in the air between you just the same…Did you find them?
Over the last five days, Rio had used every connection he had and paid out thousands of dollars for information. Getting you back and revenge were worth every penny. Anger swelled up in Rio’s chest remembering the state you were in when he located you. Your mental detachment, your robotic answers to his questions, the way you wouldn’t let anyone touch you. Looking at the remenants of it on you now made him feel reckless, vindictive. It made him want to go back in time to before he had spent the day exacting savage punishment on the stupidest man in Detroit and his cohorts - just so he could do it all over again.
Even as Rio had washed the evidence of what he had done from his face and hands and changed his clothes, he had wished that he could have extended his time with them. But the news of their retribution had to circulate quickly - a warning to anyone who wanted to try the same betrayal.
Killing them was necessary for business, for his name. Doing it himself? That was personal. That was for you.
The bastards didn’t suffer enough.
With Rio’s eyes going over you, you fought to keep your heart rate even - proud of accomplishing the feat. It was the one thing you had left that was fully under your control, and no one was going to make you tip over the edge - not even him. Not until you felt like it was safe to fall apart. When you felt like your life was yours again.
“You won’t see them again.”
His raspy voice sounded muffled to your ears. You lost the thread of control you had just moments before and your heart rate skyrocketed, pounding painfully in your chest. You turned your head slightly, covertly watching his mouth, needing to hear more. Needing assurance that the men whose faces still grinned and taunted you when you closed your eyes, would never appear from the shadows.
Silently, Rio reached over and gently traced his thumb over the discolored marks the handcuffs had etched into your wrist. His frown increased feeling the lumpy evidence left behind of their crimes against you.
They definitely didn’t suffer enough.
“No one will see any of them again.”
This time his voice wrapped around you like smoke, burning sage - penetrating your mind, clearing, cleansing. The shuddering breath you sucked in made Rio take the risk of holding your hand in both of his. He trailed his fingertips over your knuckles, allowing you to see that his were swollen and red, and that some had broken skin. Letting you see that he had done the job himself.
It’s done? You thought you said it out loud, but in reality your lips had just fumbled over the letters, your actual voice stayed caught in your throat. The two words forming in your mouth felt foreign but you tried to push them out again. You swallowed to wet your throat before speaking this time.
Your voice was rough from nonuse, and husky from the need to believe him. “It’s done?”
"What’d I say?”
This time you forced yourself to lift your eyes to his. His tone was firm but his face was void of the self-assured expression that normally resided there.
“I'd never lie to you."
No, he wouldn’t…not about this.
Taking in an audible breath, you pulled your hand away. The blood pushing through your system felt heavy, slogging, forcing it’s way through your veins. As you allowed your body to come back to life - dizziness crept in and nausea began working your stomach over. You felt the pinpricks of your pores opening and sweat coating the surface of your skin. You gripped the tops of your thighs to try to stop your hands from shaking, biting your lip as hard as you could. You were losing control faster than you expected, faster than you wanted to.
In that moment, you hated knowing how perceptive a man Rio was. You didn’t want him to see what was happening to you - to see your weakness. Feeling his eyes on you, you wanted to get up and close yourself off from him in the other room. To hide, so you could hold your head up high when you went back to work again. You tried to take a steadying breath positioning yourself to get up, needing desperately to break down in private, but you knew your legs weren’t going to hold you now. Your mind was momentarily incapable of the simple task of putting one foot in front of the other. Overwrought, your body could not be trusted to assist you in your escape.
The ticks sounding off from the huge art deco clock on the wall, marked each second passing by. With a noisy, shuddering inhale, your shoulders began to come down from where stress had them locked up unnaturally high. Against your will, relief made the stiffness in your posture weaken. And with your spine no longer supported by fear and rage, you began to sway - slowly tipping toward where his weight dipped the sofa cushion you shared.
And for a moment, Rio put down his position as your boss and opened his arm to make a safe space for you to land against his side.
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His Lesson
Manny saw you arrive but remained seated at the bar, letting you come to him. Angling himself in his seat to face you, he enjoyed watching you navigate around all the bodies squeezed into the clubhouse. His eyes went over your outfit with appreciation. Tracking your movements had him tucking his bottom lip behind his teeth and slowly releasing it, tilting his head as his fingers traced the shape of the beer bottle he held. Every time someone stopped you to say hello, you could catch a glimpse of him over their shoulder and the slow curling of the corner of his mouth made your lips twitch, pressing down on a secret smile of your own.
When you finally got to him, he stood up, taking your hands to pull you into him. “Hey, mamas,” he rasped out.
You never got a chance to say a word in return. The kiss he greeted you with was smooth but possessive. Longer and deeper than his normal kiss hello, especially considering you were in a packed-out room filled with his brothers and party people. As he ended the kiss, he held you close, his hand still cupping your neck and ear.
Aware of the crush of bodies around you, you darted your eyes to the crowd and back to him. With an embarrassed smile, you pressed your hand into his chest, washed in both a self-conscious heat and a sensual one.
“Manny--”, you started.
“What?” he murmured, his face just centimeters from yours.
The look in his eyes and the gravel in his voice snatched the words from your throat and he was kissing you again. Shamelessly, seductively - releasing a quiet groan into your mouth that made your fingers curl, crumpling his cut in your fists. Cupping your jaw so you could not escape him again, he asked you how you were and if you missed him, as if you could formulate a coherent thought between the soft nudges of his tongue to your lips. You had missed him terribly while you had been visiting your family and his hands trailing up and down your back was making it far worse.
“Let’s go,” you whispered, falling further into his dark eyes.
A ghost of a smile touched his mouth while he traced your lip with his thumb. “Can’t, Reina. We got a visiting charter in the house tonight. It’s gonna be a while before I can just disappear.” His Adam’s apple dipped in a silent chuckle, seeing the disappointment on your face. “Mmm…I know, Bella. We’re gonna have to wait, but listen…” Leaning near your ear, he let his heated rasp slide down the side of your neck, as his hands slid down to lift you up tighter to him by your butt cheeks. “I got you though. I promise you that.”
Your knees went weak from his dark vow. But across the room, someone chose that moment to call out Manny’s name, and just like that, the spell was broken.
“Be back,” he said, stroking your cheek and pressing another warm kiss on your lips.
When he returned to your side, it only got worse. Or was it better? Truth was, Manny was handsy with you on any given day. But not seeing you for almost a week turned him into an octopus. There was no escaping his touch - teasing, possessive, needy. As the night went on, he held conversations while tracing your waist, playing with your hair, and laying his long ass arm around your shoulders so he could trail his fingers over the tops of your breasts.
Every time you playfully pushed him away, he tugged you right back to him. His hands took up permanent residence on your ass, occasionally following the seam of your jeans between your butt cheeks. His errant fingertips dipping as low as he could get away with without having you pinch him to remind him you were still in public. At one point, he had turned your body just enough to hide how he was palming your breast and toying with your nipple from the room, while silencing your protesting lips with an innocent-looking kiss.
“Manny, stooooop,” you whined, trying to peel his wandering hand off of you once again. Your core was beginning to ache from his constant teasing attention.
Letting loose a rumbling chuckle, he dipped his knees, grazing his lips and stubble up your neck to your ear. “What, mamas? Thought you said you missed me.”
Oh my God, you thought, shrinking away, ducking your chin down to suppress the spray of tingles his move released all over your body. “You know I did…but you’re being mean.”
Looking down at you, he wet his lips, giving you three slow blinks. “Ion know what you’re talkin’ about.”
Frowning, you wanted to fuss at him but the smoky look he was giving you had you melting instead and he knew it. Sucking your teeth at him, you flopped your head into his chest, whining, “Yes, you doooo.”
His deep laugh made you smile, too, and he wrapped his arms around you again, wiggling you to make you look up at him. “C’mon, now. I ain’t mean. Since when is it ‘mean’ to touch you? Hm?” Running his hand slowly up and down your back, he continued, raising his eyebrows. “Is this hurting you? Huh?”
You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips down on your smile, not wanting to give him an inch.
“No?” Giving your waistline a squeeze, he trailed his fingertips up your side to cup your face. “How about this?”
Standing up straight with his arms low and loose around your waist, he gave you a sultry smile. His eyes sparkled with devilment. “That sounded like somethin’, bella…but it wasn’t pain.”
He wet his lips, leaning in, then denied you the kiss you expected. Instead, he floated his lips down to your neck, opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on your tender skin. Oooooh shit. It was your well-known weakness. Your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth watered and a moan escaped, mixing with his low chuckle vibrating against your throat. He let go to flick his tongue on the tender spot he created and switched sides of your neck, biting down and sucking to his heart’s content. The noise of the clubhouse dissipated as he increased the suction, sending rolls of pleasure through you. You gripped his back as your kitty pulsed and neither of you had to check to know you were leaking through to your panties at that point.
Embarrased by the reaction he had just elicited from you, you buried your face in his cut and giggled out, “I hate you.”
His name being called again was the only thing that saved you from getting more of his torment. Watching him leave you once again, you ached for him, unable to stop the flutter and clutch deep within. Free to move around the room as you pleased, you hoped chatting it up with some of the women you knew would shake off the lingering feeling of his lips. And hands. And tongue flicks. Lawd, nothing was helping. Distracted from the conversation around you, you started fanning yourself to calm down, when it hit you. Two can play this game. Excusing yourself, you headed for the bathroom to level the playing field.
0.o.0.o.0
When you found Manny, he was sitting at a table with a couple you didn’t know, Canche and Otero. Manny smile was angelic, happy to see you and offering you his lap. Sitting down carefully, you greeted everyone, not really wanting to join the conversation. As soon as you were settled, he placed his hand high up on your thigh, sneaking a swipe over your sensitive vee with his thumb, making you twitch before you crossed your legs. Manny’s devilish side was showing once again; he purposely kept his attention on the speaker, pretending not to feel your eyes on him. His cheeks were raised a little too high for it to be just because of an amusing story.
Oh, it’s like that? Game on.
“Were you looking for me?” You adjusted in his lap and he squeezed your thigh as you kissed his cheek warmly. Pulling back, you glanced at his cheek, wincing, you apologized, “Sorry, babe. I got you.”
Smiling casually, you wiped your lip gloss from his cheek with your thumb, letting your index and middle fingers linger under his nose. It only took a second for Manny’s lips to part in disbelief as the familiar scent hit him. Pussy. Your pussy. His pussy.
His eyes snapped up to yours, silently questioning. The fuck?
Your face was a picture of innocence. You blinked twice, your expression questioning his - then you smiled, cracking your gum, arching an eyebrow playfully. What?
Are you serious? Manny’s eyebrows flashed, bouncing together in a quick frown, not wanting to call attention to the silent communication you were having.
You ran your fingernails over his sparse beard, the joy in your eyes contradicted the daring game you were playing with him. Letting him get another good whiff, you leaned to whisper, “I told you to stop playing with me.”
“Sooo, what?” His eyes darted toward the other people at the table and back to you. “You handled it by yourself?”
You held his gaze, tracing his neck tattoo. Denying him your answer just long enough for his frown to flash across his face again, urging you to answer. “What else could I do?” You shrugged, shifting to get up, but Manny was not having it. His hold on you tightened enough to keep you right where you were.
“Aye.” He gave you a quick squeeze, his dark eyes demanding the truth. “For real?”
With a smile, you pushed him further by peeling his hand from your leg, softly imprinting your next words on his jaw with your lips. "I'd never lie to you."
Pulling back, you looked him in the eye and put that same lust-scented finger in your mouth, using it to swirl your gum. Then, taking the entire digit in, you closed your lips around it. Drawing it out slowly, releasing it with a quiet pop. The other people at the table were forgotten as you licked your lips clean, holding his stare with one of your own until you saw the tips of his ears begin to color.
Manny gave the table a quick glance. “Let’s go,” he rasped out, quietly.
“Where? Outside?” Your questions came out sultry, pulling him in. “Now?”
His dark eyes turned smoky, and he wet his lips. “Yeah.”
“Mmmm.” Leaning closer, you cupped his jaw as if to kiss him, hovering. Your soft smile spread into a grin before you delivered the final blow. “I don’ really need to now, babe.”
Taking advantage of his surprise, you quickly jumped up, crafty in offering to get more drinks for the table. Manny’s eyes glittered, challenging your win. Knowing he was still watching, you put a little extra swing in your hips as you walked away. Lucky for you, or maybe not so lucky, the throb in his lap kept him from getting up and marching you out the door like he wanted to.
Waiting for your order, you caught a peek at Manny over your shoulder. Through the room’s smoky air, you could see the dangerous shine in his eyes. A sneaky smile crept up on your lips, imagining how your little lie was going to make for a very wild night later. You were definitely going to pay a delicious price, but for now, he deserved to think he had missed out.
Smart as he was, the Mayan still had lessons to learn about women.
content warnings: 18+ mdni. season 2 euphoria setting. mentions of drugs and its usage. mentions of relapses. jules mention. profanity. smut with plot. oral sex (both receiving). scissoring. soft top!rue. rue’s a squirter. overstimulation? praise. wc: 3.2k. rue bennett x black!fem reader.
from riri: currently off that rue pill, i’m addicted fawkkk. season 3 has inspired me to write for this sexy girl again. enjoy! send rue recs if you see this!
you walked into the party high out of your mind. it was new year’s day. you told yourself you wouldn't do any more drugs for the new year. you were doing fairly well until a mishap happened a week prior and you relapsed.
now, it felt like you were walking upside down.
even though you felt like you were floating, you wanted more drugs. you dragged your body against the wall, watching teenagers jump up and down to the music.
you stumbled across a room that was empty. you pulled yourself in there, locking the door. you pulled out your small stash of drugs. you pulled out a couple of xanax, as you laid out a paper towel and laid the pills on top, using your phone to crush them.
as you bent down to snort them, the door opened. you looked up to see a light-skin curly head who quickly disappeared saying a quiet,“sorry”. you shrugged, you could've sworn you locked the door but oh well.
as you bent down again the door opened, the same girl appearing. she had a smug look on her face, "what are you doing?"
you snorted the power before looking back at the girl. "what does it look like i’m doing?"
"if you tell me what drugs you're doing, i’ll do the same." the smug look stayed on her face. you thought about it for a minute, then shrugged. "sure. but lock the door." rue quickly closed the door and locked it. she walked closer to you, "what you snorting?"
"xanax."
"you look out of it already." rue chuckled. "that’s because i am." you bent down and snorted another line. "what's your name?" you asked. "rue. yours?"
"y/n but call me y/n/n." rue nodded. she slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "you smoke weed?" she asked you as you sat down beside her. "do i? i love weed. you got some?"
"hell yeah i do, you know how to roll?" rue asked.
"don't tell me you have weed on you but don't know how to roll." you laughed, before holding your hand out, "give it here." rue laughed, grabbing the weed from her pocket. "my dealer usually rolled it for me but he stopped giving me shit, so yeah."
"sooo.. where did you get this from?" you asked inspecting the weed. "i stole it from him." she laughed. you shook your head with a laugh, rolling the weed anyway. rue watched your every move, then she pulled out the lighter. you put it to your mouth and rue lit it. you took the biggest inhale you could, then you passed the blunt to rue.
"so, if you don't mind. how long you been a druggie?" you asked, taking rue by surprise causing a choked cough to come from her body as the smoke slipped from her mouth. "damn, my bad." you laughed.
"no you’re good. it just took me by surprise, i’ve been doing drugs since i was 14."
"how old are you now?" you wondered. "i’m eighteen." she answered, before putting the blunt back to her mouth, taking another puff, then passing it to you, "what about you?"
"well, the first time i ever did something is when i was thirteen. i smoked weed. didn't really do anything bad until i was fifteen and i’m eighteen now as well." rue nodded. "what made you do drugs?" you followed up.
rue got the blunt back, "my dad got really sick, i used to help take care of him and there were so many pills available, so one day i got curious and i popped one and never stopped after that. it got worse when he died so." rue blew out the smoke with a shrug. "i'm sorry man." rue shook it off, "it's okay, 'cause to be honest even if he were here i would've still been the person i was today."
"i was around drugs my whole life. i guess it’s just in my genes. my whole family did some type of drug in their life.” you spoke, “i’ve seen all types of drugs.”
"you ever tried fentanyl?" rue asked causing you to look at her like she was crazy. "oh i haven’t gotten that far yet. i'm not trying to kill myself that easily. i’m too scared, i’m trying to get high, not die… have you?!"
rue laughed, "i have once, but it wasn't on purpose, my used-to-be dealer had this creepy dude named mouse come with it and he made me take it. i did what he wanted because he was scary as fuck." she laughed, "it was honestly the best high i ever had but i won't try that shit again." you scoffed, "you are something else, rue rue."
“not the first time i heard that.”
the two of you got to know each other more and more as time went on and the both of you finally got up and left the party as it ended. you two were now walking down an alleyway, high as a kite.
"you wanna know something, rue rue?" you asked, becoming comfortable with the girl when it’s only been a few hours. the feeling was mutual for rue, already comfortable with you and also enjoying the nickname you gave her.
"yeah, what?"
"i was actually clean for 60 days before i relapsed." rue looked at you., "what made you relapse?" you sighed, "i had a girlfriend. her name was bri, she left me." rue stopped which also made you stop. "why’d we stop? everything good?"
"yeah, everything is fine. keep going." what you said also triggered a memory back into rue’s head. the remembrance of her relapse when her girlfriend, jules left her while she was at her lowest. "she just up and left me, without an explanation. i woke up and i was blocked on everything. i later found out she found someone else, someone better."
"i was doing better just for her.. and she up and fucking left. that triggered everything inside of me and i relapsed. i was mad at myself because i was doing so good but when i did it once i realized how much my body missed it and i went back to doing it every day."
"you wanna know something too?" rue asked. you looked at the taller girl and nodded. "that’s exactly what happened to me. i had a girlfriend, jules. i thought she was the love of my fucking life. se did a lot together and i loved being with her. she was the only thing that made me not want to do drugs and to better myself and i was actually doing that for her and then one day we planned to go somewhere but i backed out last minute. i thought she would've stayed with me but she didn't, i watched her as she got on that fucking train and leave me with no damn regrets. it wasn't even her leaving that made me so upset. it was the fact that not once when she was down there did she think to text or call me, check up on me. none of that. that’s when i relapsed." rue confessed.
you gave rue a sad smile, grabbing her hand, rubbing it in reassurance before speaking. "i’m sorry, rue rue. you didn't deserve that. you’re a nice person. fuck her for that." you both laughed at the last part.
"i saw her before i walked in on you. she looks like she's doing just fine without me so." rue shrugged, "i guess i’m going to be fine without her too."
"that’s the spirit, rue rue." you patted her back. rue gave you a genuine smile. you began walking again and rue noticed that you were shivering. rue instantly took off her burgundy jacket and wrapped it around you. you looked up at rue and gave her a sweet smile. "thank you, rue rue."
"so.. i kinda don’t wanna go home tonight.. is it possible if i could stay with you tonight?”rue asked, and you quickly nodded your head. "yeah- yeah, course, i didn't wanna be alone anyway."
“you live alone?" rue asked.
"no—yes. it's complicated. my mom lives with me kinda. she stops by twice a week to drop me off money, god only knows where she got it from. then she leaves. sometimes she stays the night for 'quality time'." you shrugged.
"oh."
"yeah.. my house isn't too far, let's hurry." the two of you picked up your pace and made it to your house in 10 minutes. you got her key and unlocked the door.
"sorry if it's messy. i try to tidy up every day but i got lazy today." you chuckled.
the house was very nice and tidy. it smelled like cherry blossoms. "your house is pretty." you smiled. "thank you." you locked the front door. "my room is down here." you led rue down the hallway.
"i have clothes for you. if you want to take a shower. thre are two showers so you can wash up in here and i’ll go in the other room." you walked into the closet and brought out clothes for both of you. "the towels are in there. extra toothbrushes are in the cabinet. i'll be back." you gave her a smile before leaving the room.
rue walked into the bathroom that was connected to your room. she looked into the mirror and smiled. another level of happiness entered her body as soon as she met you. she had someone she could finally relate to.
someone who finally gets her.
it has only been 5 hours since the both of you met but rue felt like she's known you much longer than that. she ran the shower, waited for it to warm up, and took off her clothes.
she stepped in and let the water run through her face. another smile crept onto her face. you kept circling her mind.
and it was the same for you. rue was different, her emotions felt genuine and you haven’t felt that in a long time.
rue stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her tall body. she got the new toothbrush and took it out of the package.
she brushed her teeth and dried off. she put the clothes on that you gave her, retrieved her dirty clothes and walked out of the bathroom. she jumps slightly as you were already in bed.
"sorry i startled you." you giggled, "you can put the dirty clothes right there. i’ll wash it for you tomorrow morning." you said and rue nods.
"woah, where are you going?" you asked as rue began to leave the room. "to bed." she laughed. "sleep with me, rue rue. this is a king bed, we both have plenty of room."
rue laughed, a hint of nervousness there, while heading over to the bed. she climbed in, you turned on her side to look at rue. "did you have a nice shower?" you asked. "yes, i did. you?"
"it was fantastic." you laughed.
it was quiet for a bit before you spoke up again. "rue rue?" you called out. "yeah?" she responded. "can we cuddle? i’m cold." rue looked at her, a flicker of nerves in her eyes and smiled, "of course, we can."
you got closer to rue and laid your head on her chest and rue wrapped her arms around you. "you’re warming me up already." you mumbled, feeling rue’s body move as she chuckled.
the two of you were quiet for about 10 minutes, just enjoying being in each other's arms. "i just wanna thank the universe for letting, rue rue walk in on me snorting xanax." the high was now beginning to wear off of both of you.
"and I thank the universe for letting me walk in on you snorting xanax."
you looked up at rue who looked down at down. "has anyone everyone told you how pretty you are, rue rue?" you asked with low eyes. "..not really." she said shyly. "wow, people get to see your beautiful face every day and they don't tell you how beautiful you are? those people are losers." you spoke.
"i could say the same for you, y/n." rue smiled and you smiled back. you then took a big inhale, taking in rue’s scent. "you smell good, rue rue." you mumbled taking another inhale.
"well, it was your soap." she laughed. "i know i know, but it doesn't smell this good on me." you reasoned. "it smells like a whole different scent on you."
"you’re lying.”
"nah, i’m being for real." you laughed.
rue looked down at you, you were barely awake. you felt her gaze and opened your eyes. "y/n?" rue asked. "hmm?" you hummed.
"can i kiss you?"
that question seemed to wake you up. you nodded your head and rue quickly conjoined the both of your lips together.
rue grabbed you by your waist, pulling you on top of her. you grabbed onto rue’s face to deepen the kiss. rue's hand explored your entire body, from your waist, to your ass, and your inner thighs.
rue held onto your ass with a tight grip, causing you to groan into the kiss. your tongues fought in dominance while you rocked your hips against rue, itching for any type of friction.
rue broke away from the kiss to catch her breath. both of you took heavy breaths, your eyes were full of hunger, ready for more. rue took that as like a sign and flipped you two over.
rue got the hold on your hands and put them above your head as she kissed your neck, leaving marks all over. rue then began to suck lightly at your pulse causing a soft moan to escape your mouth.
rue sat up, looking down at you. you looked vulnerable and desperate, wanting and ready for rue to do anything with your body at this point. rue began to remove her shirt and then yours, your titties now free and in view for rue to see.
rue stared down at the beauty before speaking "do you really want to do this?" rue asked. you looked at rue and nodded. rue looked in your eyes and could tell that you was being 100 percent serious.
rue nodded and began to kiss your stomach, going farther up each kiss. once she landed on your left breast, she wrapped her lips around your nipple, giving it a slight tug before letting go, making a 'pop' sound. she did the same with the right before going up to your lips to give you the sloppiest but most affectionate kiss ever.
"you’re so beautiful." rue whispered.
rue then went down near your legs, removing your shorts. she spread legs and kissed your heat through your already damp panties, causing you to squirm with small noises leaving from your mouth.
rue rubbed your clit through your panties. rue was enjoying the teasing, she loved seeing you squirm over her touch.
"rue, please.. no more teasing."
rue smiled, then slowly removed your panties. "only because you said please." rue’s tongue then met your folds, immediately humming at the taste of you. instantly, your squrirming became worse, causing rue to hold your thighs in place to keep you still. it’s been a while since you received pleasure from someone, and boy did you missed this feeling.
"fuck." your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you grabbed rue by her curls, pushed her face more into your wet pussy. rue began to plunge her tongue in and out of your tight hole, making you go even crazier.
"jesus, rue, just like that," you encouraged her, feeling the knot in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a long time. rue latched onto your clit, tracing a-z, sending you over the edge.
"i’m gonna cum, rue. you arched back as your legs began to shake. "give it to me, baby. give it all to me," she encouraged as you creamed in rue’s mouth.
you laid limp on the bed, twitching as rue cleaned you up. rue then stood up to remove her bottoms. "got a little something left in you for one more round?" rue asked. you weren’t sure if you could but you knew rue needed pleasure just as much as you so you nodded your head.
rue spread your legs once again, positioning herself where her wet heat hovered over yours. rue could’ve came right on the spot just by just feeling your pussy on hers. rue starting rocking her hips, her lip tucked behind her teeth. "shit." rue cursed as she leaned her head back.
you were still sensitive but you felt your body preparing for another orgasm. "this feels so damn good." rue said out loud but more to herself.
just like you, she hadn't had sex in a while, so this feeling was long overdue. the only sounds in the room were the both of your moans, your pussies rubbing together and your bed slightly creaking and sliding across the floor.
rue picked up her pace, resulting in the both of you to close your eyes. "just like that, rue just like that." you whimpered as your hips met rue’s grinds.
"i’m almost there." rue let out, her rocking before sloppier and rough, making the bed fully scoot across the floor. "i’m cumming.. i’m fucking cumming." rue moaned loudly as she cummed all over your pussy, you finished right after her, cums mixing as you helped each other ride our your highs. rue collapsed onto the bed, taking deep breaths. yeah, she needed that. that euphoric feeling that everyone girl should feel.
a feeling that was sometimes better than drugs.
rue closed her eyes but opened them again when she felt a hand on her inner thigh. "you deserve a second orgasm don't you think?" you gave a tired smile.
rue couldn't form words, but her actions spoke for you, opening her legs as you lazily crawled between them. rue knew that it wouldn't be long until she came again by the way you were eating her pussy.
"just like that, fuck." she pushed your head down into her pussy as she leaned her head back. you traced your name onto rue’s clit personally claiming rue’s pussy to yourself. you then stroked your tongue in rue’s wet cunt.
"keep that shit up, baby. i’m so damn close."
you followed her orders, and not even a minute later, rue was squirting onto the bed, spurting onto your face, "oh, shit." rue said grinding onto your face as she rode out her high. she dropped her head back and her mouth formed an 'o' shape. rue’s body went limp and you crawled and collapsed on top of rue’s naked and warm body. "that surprised me." you spoke as you got the cover and covered the both of your bodies.
"me too, i’ve never done that before." you laughed. "well, what can i say? my tongue can work miracles."
"oh, shut up." rue’s childish giggle appeared.
it didn't take long for you guys to fall asleep. you were both pretty worn out and the high that still lingered in your bodies made it easier to fall asleep.
you guys don't know why the universe set it out for rue to walk in on you but you’re glad it happened.
Deleted scene from chapter 15 after their talk on the couch when Manny came home from fighting Denny....
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Mia kissed his lips again, then his chin, playfully tugging the sparse hairs there with her lips. With a lazy smile, Manny tucked his arms under his head - extra time with her was all he needed, but she had other plans. Feeling his silent chuckle bounce his chest under her, she carefully traveled lower, not wanting to aggravate any injuries he chose not to tell her about, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses here and there, then across his stomach to the forming bruise on his side. The lower she went, the more often he swallowed back the sounds wanting to escape him. The more often he adjusted his position, the more frequent his blinks. There was no ignoring the growing heat creeping up his neck to his face. As she perused his torso, his breath hitched a few times and his nose ring glittered from his nostrils flaring as he tried to get a read on her mood.
Raising his head, he tucked his lips in while he watched her give him two more long laps of her soft tongue, tasting him. “Bella?”
Looking up at him, she completed another lick near his navel, relishing the clean taste of his skin after his shower. “Hm?”
Manny had been wondering if she was being sweet or if she knew what this was doing to him - the look in her eyes gave him his answer. Sitting up, she gave his shorts a firm tug. Obediently, he raised his hips slightly to help her get them off. Dropping them on the floor, Mia ran her hands up his thighs to his boxers, biting her lip hard, her eyes never left his body. The shadowy print of his dick lay to the right, now stirring from where it was originally resting heavy against his thigh. Dragging his eyes from where her palms were burning into his skin, he looked up long enough to study her face and was rendered mute. It had been so long since she looked at him like that. Like he was the most delicious thing she had ever seen - like she was going to devour him. It wasn’t until that very moment that he acknowledged mentally how much he needed it.
Mia’s eyes shifted up, locking with his before running a teasing finger along the thicker fabric of his hemline, then under it. Manny twitched involuntarily, unable to continue to play it cool and leave his hands under his head. Catching it, Mia did it again. Her expression? Pure sexual devilment. When she dipped her head down, her mass of curly hair kept him from being able to see what was coming next. Unconsciously, he held his breath, waiting.
“Goddamn,” he rasped out as she dragged her face over his length.
Even though he couldn’t see what he wanted to, he still watched her head move and swivel. Her soft cheek and the bump of her nose had him frowning, fighting to let her do what she wanted. Clenching and unclenching his fists at his side, sucking in tiny breaths as if he was afraid of making too much noise and breaking her concentration. When she turned her head to the side and ran her mouth up his firming shaft, her breath hot through the fabric, he couldn’t help but palm her head. Squeezing slightly as her teeth grazed his tip, then tongued him gently on the path back down. Caught in the swirl of sensation he had missed so badly, he let his head loll back again. Mia. He wasn’t even sure if he said it out loud before sucking in a hiss loud and long, flexing his fingers in her wild curls on the verge of pulling her and her torturous teasing away.
Raising up enough to make Manny let go of her, Mia prayed he didn’t try to touch her. She could feel her vee throbbing out of control, the evidence of her state of arousal was already escaping the confines of her swollen nether lips, making her panties cling to her - still, she tortured him and herself. She ran her fingernail over his growing hardness, helplessly tented and rising under her spell, just to hear him hum out a yearning sound, dark and low in his throat. Seeing that his leaking pre-cum and her saliva had left dark spots on his boxer briefs, her mouth watered with the need to taste him without the separation. Carefully pulling them down, she released him. Jesus. Both times they had reconnected, it was in the dim light of her room. And in the shower that night, he had stayed behind her, not to mention she had been practically running from him. But this time it was different. There, in the living room with all the lights on, with him sprawled out under her control, she was mesmerized by the sight of him. Manny’s chest rose and fell sharply as seconds went by, with her lust-filled eyes going over him as if she had never seen his dick before.
As she slipped into place between his legs, he reached down to push her thick hair back, needing to see her take him in…needing to see it all. Gripping his base, she prepped him with sloppy wet licks, following with her slick lips engulfing his head. Manny’s jaw went slack, watching it and feeling it was surreal. The hot, wet sensation caused every muscle in his body to seize up, pushing the air from his lungs in an audible, shaky exhale.
Releasing him for a moment, she kissed his shaft and bit down on his thigh, “Is this okay?”
Are you fuckin’ serious?… he thought, but Mm-hm’d his assurance anyway, preparing for more.
Doubly determined to send him to heaven, she went slow, adjusting her position, wetting him even more, opening her mouth wider, reacquainting herself with his size. Swallowing the familiar tang, he left on her taste buds. Finding her rhythm while he lost himself, his mouth agape, his eyes locked in on her every move. It had been a long time but by Manny’s memory, she wasn’t missing a step. How many times had he stroked himself off thinking about the things she was doing right now? The way she was drawing muscle twitching swirls on his hips between soft squeezes and digging her hands under him to be able to grip and massage as much of his tight butt cheeks as she could, drawing him up into her mouth. Everything she did was meant to send him flying and it was working. Mia could hear his heavy breathing over her salacious slurps. Delighting in his raspy, mumbled curses and his hands in her hair, unwittingly guiding her. All of it was sending her confidence soaring and causing her own arousal to increase tenfold.
Manny tried to keep watching but he was spinning out quick and dropped his head back again. “Uuuugh.”
Mia pushed his leg off the couch to spread him open, and with her hand firmly planted on his inner thigh to keep him in place, she gripped his rock-hard dick in her hand and dipped down to mouth and tongue his balls while she stroked him. Her up and down motion was only interrupted by her need to lap saliva on his shaft to keep his sensitive, stretched skin slick.
“¡Sannnta mierda! ¡Como eso!” he growled out between his teeth, frowning with his eyes closed. “¡Joder, sí!” (Hoooly shit! Like that! … Fuck yeah!)
His chest was still heaving when she returned to his throbbing dick, opening her mouth wide to take him back in. Her body flushed in heat as he jerked twice, twisting his back in response to her hot mouth closing around him again.
“Aaaaah, espera--…fuck! W-wait, bella,” he gasped, gulping down air as he swallowed to wet his throat. “Wait a second. Waitwaitwaitwait.”
He held her head firmly with both hands, keeping her from moving, but Mia would not be stopped, not this time. She smiled inside, hearing the way he moaned, panting and cursing as she tongued as much of him as she could within the limitations of his grasp. Her saliva began to pool and leak as she worked her jaw. She caressed up and across his stomach lovingly as she held him captive with her plush lips, gently tonguing the bit of his shaft she could reach, rolling her tongue over his tip again and again. Her kitten licks under his rim rippled a shudder down his back, locking the muscles of his abdomen underneath her palm and he loosened his hold.
Mistake? Maybe.
Taking advantage of the moment, she gripped his base to take all of him into her mouth, catching him off guard. He stiffened and groaned low when she gagged, and her throat closed around him. She was sending him off the edge so fast he couldn’t help his hips rising or his fingers digging into her hair. When she swiveled her head on the upstroke, he bucked with his heavy-lidded eyes locked on her in disbelief. “Shiiiiiit!”
His outburst thrilled her to the core, causing her to flutter and pulse deep within. She moaned in response and the vibration slammed his eyes closed.
“Fuuuuuck, mama that shit’s too good.” His hips rose up slowly, his abdomen and thighs tightening. “I’m comin’! Fuck!”
Proud of making a man as self-controlled as Manny give in to pleasure this way, Mia hollowed her cheeks in response to his cry, mercilessly increasing the suction that had him gasping and groaning as he came. As the first of the rolling bursts of cum hit the back of her throat, hot and thick, her eyes watered and she had to remember to breathe through her nose. Manny quietly groaned and cursed in erotic agony as her throat constricted with her swallowing motion - his abdomen caving in, curling him into himself with every spasm.
As she slowly raised her head, dragging her lips up his sensitive shaft centimeter by centimeter, her tongue laved under his still leaking tip. Manny strained against his twitching muscles to see what she was doing to him, needing to see how she was loving on him so well.
“Mmmm, bella.” he rasped out, as another rolling tremor hit him. “Mmmmm-mm-mmmm!" Despite him swallowing to wet his dried-out throat, his growling chuckle was like gravel. "You know you’re killin’ me, yeah?”
Mia let him go, but not without giving him a few more licks for him to hiss and twitch over. Even as he caught his breath, one hand stayed tangled in her curls. Looking down at the naughty tilt of her slanted eyes, Manny wiped the shine of her saliva and his liquid pleasure from her bottom lip with his thumb. He watched transfixed as her tongue followed along the same path, then, holding his hand, she licked his thumb clean before pressing kisses to his palm.
Staring into her deep brown eyes, he caressed her cheek, “Damn, I missed you, mamas.”
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LET'S CHAT: WHY REMOVE THIS SCENE?
I took this scene out because y'all I had done 2 FAT chapters of smut and this scene was 1.8k before it was even done!! Where this stops was going to be a chapter break, aka there was going to be more to this, but I just stopped. It was going to end up being another whole chapter, possibly two (smh...I know I know...who cares, right?) I'm sorry y'all.
Listen...I solemnly swear to NEVER put a chapter limit on myself EVER again!! So anyway, in keeping with my goal number of chapters, I nixed it figuring I'd use it in a different story of theirs later on (cuz lord knows there is more coming for them) But y'all...Auntie DD thinks you deserve it now!
Right before the scene where they went to the grocery store ....
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The parking lot outside Manny’s apartment was quiet when he pulled in. Mentally wired but physically spent, he trudged up the single flight of stairs to get to his door. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he felt displaced. Surrounded by all his belongings, the space still didn’t welcome him in.
After a shower, he sprawled out on his bed. With a slight frown, he lay looking at the ceiling fan spin on the lowest setting, irritated. He had only gone back to his apartment after the run because it was almost three o’clock in the morning, but it wasn’t where he wanted to be - where he needed to be.
20 minutes later, he was quietly letting himself into Mia’s house. The smell of it alone, twitched his lips up in a faint smile. The air shifted around him, the carpet sank under his feet. The stove light from the kitchen gave shape to what would have been just shadows in the living room. The chair that he hung his cut on and tucked his boots under. The couch where he fed his daughter. On autopilot, he placed his keys on the end table. This was the feeling he wanted. He was welcome. He was home.
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“Mia…Mia?”
Her brain acknowledging his raspy voice before she fully waking up kept her from being startled. He stood on the other side of the bed facing her. Raising her head from her pillow, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Manny?”
“Hey.” Sitting on the side of the bed, he rolled his neck, “I didn’t want to wake you…but I didn’t wanna scare you either.” His mouth twisted up in a small smile and he raised his eyebrows, “We both know how that could go.”
With an embarrassed smile, Mia sat up. Manny teased her about the morning she caught him in the kitchen and drew down on him all the time. “Shut up.”
Mia flipping her covers back stirred the air, and the fresh scent of Manny’s soap and lotion wafted her way. “You went home?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. His eyes had adjusted to the dark of her room. He could see her face clearly. “Is it cool? You know, that I came here?”
Mia watched him roll his neck again. Remembering how he was always tense after a run, she swung her legs around to plant her feet on the floor in lieu of an answer. “C’mere. Sit down.”
Manny came around to her side of the bed and sat on the floor between her legs. As soon as Mia placed her hands on his shoulders, his eyes closed. She spread them out, cupping and squeezing. Rolling his muscles under her palms. Feeling her slide her thumbs up the back of his neck, made his mouth water and his eyelids tremble. Mia gave a little chuckle at the growling sound he released. She damn near finished him off with the head and ear rub that followed. He had forgotten how incredible it felt - how perfectly it worked. Her hands were magic.
She gave his shoulders a pat, “There. Done.”
Getting up he sighed low, stretching, “Thanks mamas.”
Her soft smile, her hands, her love was why he needed to be there. She yawned hard and he felt bad for disturbing her sleep.
“You want me to hit the couch? I could get Zee when she wakes up.”
“No,” she flopped back on her pillow, pulling the covers over her with her eyes already closed. “She should be down for a awhile.”
Manny certainly wasn’t going to argue with her, not with her bed calling him the way it was. He didn’t say another word, circling around to the other side again and crawling in. As he settled, placing his hand behind his head, Mia rolled towards him and her hand on his chest made him focus on her. Her face was soft, her eyes were closed and her breathing even - she was fading fast.
“Nite,” she murmured, snuggling in a little closer. “I’m glad you’re here.”
She’d never know that he smiled big enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes. I’m home.
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LET'S CHAT: WHY REMOVE THIS SCENE?
Mostly, it was because I was being highly critical of myself and trying to follow the little rules I had set for myself to execute this story. I think I wasn't really ready to end this story either, so I was convinced that I would end up creating another chapter or just make the Epilogue too long. Are there rules about that? I don't know. But my ever-critical brain fought me to the ground. But complete transparency? This is one bit that, as soon as I posted the Epilogue, I wished I hadn't removed it.
Okay, what do you think? Should I have left it in?
After Manny’s scene on the couch with Zarria when he woke up from his nap....
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Mia dumped a cup of laundry detergent in the washing machine, eyeballing how much room she had left. Figuring she could get in a few of Manny’s things, she called out for him.
“Manny!”
She had left him playing with Zarria but peeking out of the kitchen, she saw he wasn’t in the living room. Slipping past her daughter playing in her playpen, she went to the hallway bathroom - the door was ajar. No Manny. He wasn’t in Zarria’s room either. Her brow creased as she headed to her bedroom. There, she found Manny standing at her dresser, pushing things around in her jewelry box. Her frown increased as she watched him poke around, and she quietly stepped closer.
“What are you doing?”
Manny froze, then angled his body toward her, thumbing toward her bed. “I came in to make the bed back up but then, ah--.”
Mia glanced at her perfectly made bed, then back at him. Folding her arms across her chest, her expression was guarded. Her eyes flicked from his face to her open jewelry box and back again. Manny figured there was no point in lying.
“I was lookin’ for my ring.”
Mia’s eyebrows knotted in confusion, “Your ring?”
“Your ring…the one with my name on it.”
Mia knew exactly which one he was talking about. She had a solid sterling silver ring that crisscrossed her finger like an X and his name was engraved on one stem. Shit. She bit her lip, averting her eyes, “It’s not in there.”
Manny eyes flashed surprise, hurt, then offense before he erased all expression from his face before he spoke again. “Oh,” he clenched his jaw tight. “Aight…so you tossed it out?”
“No,” she said immediately. “Of course not.” This was not the conversation she wanted to have with him but she also didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Tired to the bone of having to think, she huffed out an exhale, “I put in with some stuff I boxed up for Zee. I…thought she would want it.”
“Cuz you don’t?”
Mia cut her eyes at him, not wanting to get into it. “Stop.”
Agitated, Manny’s brows dipped in a frown, his rasp tight, “Naw, answer me.”
“Manny, stop!’ Mia snapped. “Why are you even asking? I wasn’t going to keep wearing it. We weren’t togeth--”. She stopped mid-sentence to get a hold of herself. Part of her wanted to explain but something about being forced to made her deeply angry. You can question anything you want except how I choose to be a mother to our daughter!
“You know what? Fine. Last month, I had it made into a bracelet.”
Manny tilted his chin up and Mia was all too familiar with the three slow blinks that followed. Manny’s eyelids lowered in suspicion, stoked her irritation even more and turned her tone uncharacteristically sharp. With a loud exhale of frustration, she continued, “I was gonna give it to her when she got older, so she’d have a piece of you…of us - of our story, Manuelo. We’re her fucking parents. She needs to know that she’s here because we loved each other. She needs to hear it. She needs to see it. But telling her isn’t enough! She has to have that proof that she’s not a mistake!”
Mia almost made it through her outburst without any emotion in her voice betraying her but lost control at the very end. The sting of coming tears choked her when Manny’s expression softened again. ‘…We loved each other.’ Those four words, even said in anger, swept the tension from his body. In the heavy silence , he gnawed on the inside of his cheek. He was tired and hungry and stressed, and he had let his emotions run high for a moment. Mere seconds, but how much those seconds would cost him was yet to be determined. Mia was shutting down right in front of his eyes.
Regret had him running his hand over the back of his neck as he took a step towards her. Holding out his other hand, he reached for her wanting to apologize. “Aye, Bella. I ain’t meant to come at you like that. I don’t kn--.”
“Forget it.” Worn out by the emotional ups and downs of her day, of the week, Mia pressed her palm flat to her queasy stomach, clearing her throat. Looking him dead in the eye, she made her voice as flat as possible. “I was looking for you to see if you had anything that needed to be washed cuz I have room in the load I’m about to do. So, do you?”
Letting his extended hand fall by his side, he kept his tone light, “Naw. I’m good…thanks.”
Wanting to get away from the conversation altogether, she turned to leave. “Mm-hm.”
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LET'S CHAT: WHY REMOVE THIS SCENE?
I took this scene out because I felt like delving into their parenting styles - Mia's coming from a happy household and having both her parents versus Manny's singular mentality about what his family needed, was something that would take ALOT of words to properly cover. Throughout the story, I had moments showing that they were raised very differently. I made them different on purpose but with so much going on in the main plot of this story, I felt like there no room to branch out into this element of their relationship. (It hurt my heart to take it out cuz I said ALOT about how Mia thinks about her daughter and children in general, and how her "protection" for their child had a different focus than Manny's did.
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