Warnings: Implied smut, NSFW writing, heated make outs, etc.
161. Â âNot in public!â
195. âYouâre a pervert.â
199. âBeg.â
211. âDo that again.â
I was inspired by a couple fics I've read in the past and used them as references :)
Havenât written this fine man in a hot minute <3 sorry this is long overdueâŠrequests are closed this is just one of the requests from my inbox â„ïž
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You heard a whine from Oscarâs side of the bed. Sighing heavily you ignored his whines for attention drifting back into slumber.
Oscar groaned in frustration as he laid on his back next to your sleeping form. It was one of those nights where his mind was running a mile a minute. He has been awake for almost an hour now much to his annoyance. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to force sleep but no avail, his mind was wandering from the tensions on the block to where Cesar might be.
Oscar shifted wrapping his arms tightly around you, pulling you up against his bare chest. He buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.
You stirred in his embrace, awakening groggily and slowly due to the new feeling of Oscarâs warm breath on your neck.
âOscar?â you murmured tiredly, shifting closer to the warmth his body created.
âMm,â He hummed against you, his voice rough from not using it for hours. He was tired, so fucking tired, but the way his train of thought couldnât come to a stop kept him wide awake.
âBaby, go the fuck to sleep.â
âI canât mamacita,â Oscar responded, his voice muffled. He breathed in the faint, sweet smell of the perfume he had watched you put on the day prior.
âStare at the wall or something,â you mumbled tiredly, growing increasingly conscious by the second.
âTried. Doesnât do shit. Mindâs on overdrive.â
âWhatâs keeping you up?â
âCanât stop thinking.â
âAbout...?â
He breathed, âEverything. The block. Cesar and his friends always getting into trouble. The new youth stirring up fear. Hell, even Ray's on my mind. God, everything is so shitty right now.â
You turned, gently holding his jaw as you pushed his face away from your neck to look directly at him. You met his eyes. He looked older, the stress of what was happening was only aging him faster.
âAy, papi. Life is shitty.â You yawned, stroking his chin with your thumb.
âDamn right,â Oscar commented, trying to hide his slightly amused look, loving every minute of the attention you were giving him.
You rolled your eyes, seeing right through his act, âGreat, Iâm awake now.â
He watched you with glinting eyes that matched his now apparent spirited expression, âMn, well, in that case.â He mumbled, he pressed a small, fleeting kiss to your lips - which was immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.
You knew what he was doing, but if you didnât respond and give him the attention he craved it would hurt him more to think you didnât even care. Â
âI have something else in mind we could do.â Oscar flashed you an elfish grin his eyes filled with lust and desire.
âYou need to sleep,â You said, even though sleep was the last thing on both of your minds.
Oscar pouted. Watching him turn over and pull the covers over to his side dramatically you rolled your eyes. There was no way to win except giving in.
âYouâre a pervert, Oscar Diaz,â you mumbled, craving his lips on yours nonetheless, âBut God - do that again.â
You were met with silence.
âCome on,â you now whined.
âOh, now you want to do this?â Oscar asked.
âI just want to offer you the stress relief you desperately need.â You said as innocently as possible. You were tired, yes, but who would turn down lazy sex with Oscar? Not you.
Turning over to see you and your amused smile, Oscar didnât hesitate. Â
You could feel his lips twitch up in a small grin as he fully pressed his mouth to yours. His teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, causing you to moan lightly.
As the kiss turned into more of a heated one, Oscar rolled over to hover above you, straddling your waist. Sliding his hand down your side he cupped the back of your knee, bringing your leg over his hip. Chest to chest and hips to hips, you reached an arm around him, feeling his prominent shoulder blade.
âBeg.â
âBabe please,â you breathed, closing your eyes. Arousal rushed throughout your entire body.
He moaned against your lips in response. Sighing happily into the kiss, you squeaked when his hand traveled up the back of your thigh to grab your ass. Dropping your hips down, Oscar pushed his up making you squeeze your knee against his side.
âI didnât know you were in such a mood?â You asked with a smile.
âI didnât know you were,â he slipped a hand between your thighs, watching for your reaction to his touch.
âWhat time is it?â You softly breathed as he kissed back down your jaw.
â1:36, I think,â He murmured against you.
God, it was late, or early...?
âDo you want t-â You asked before you were interrupted by his lips making it back to yours.
âHell yeah. Iâm always down for morning sex.â He pulled away with a smile, removing your shirt.
âWell, technically, its not morning sex.â You said in a matter-of-fact tone.
âWhatever you say gorgeous,â Oscar responded, as he placed his mouth to suck on your bare chest.
You moaned, rolling your eyes back to your head. You trailed one of your hands down his torso, palming him through his boxers making him shiver and needy for your touch.
Oscar leaned over you to open his bedside drawer to reach for a condom. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when his fingers met with an empty box.
âThat canât be right.â He mumbled, grabbing the box.
âWhat?â You questioned, mirroring his expression.
Oscar flipped the box over as if doing so would make more condoms generate. It didnât work.
You heard him curse under his breath, raising your concern, âbabe, whatâs wrong.â
âWe got no condoms left,â He huffed.
His statement resulted in you groaning in frustration, you couldnât help but feel embarrassed, considering you brought that box a week ago and it had already run out.
Oscar threw the empty box across the room in annoyance.
You ran your hand through your head and sighed, âWell, if thatâs the case, letâs go back to sleep.â
âMamas, I canât sleep now.â He said, gesturing to the raging desire that was in his pants.
âWell, I donât want to get pregnant.â You argued
Oscar sighed, getting impatient, âWell, we can go to the store right now and-â
âWhoâs we? Iâm not going anywhere. Especially not in public!â
âFine, Iâll go by myself.â
You hummed satisfied with his answer, pulling the bed covers closer to your hide frame.
He looked at the clock.
2:01.
He huffed putting on his shirt and shoes, getting ready to venture in the cold of the night. Your body pressed up against his and sex were on his mind, and he knew when he came back you were so going to get it.
Request: I love your blog!!!! đâ€ïž Can I request a story about the reader finding out that Oscar has been cheating on her and somewhat using her. But once sheâs gone realizes just how much she did for him and how much he actually loved her?
Word Count: 1731
A/N: Please donât ask for a second part ;)
AND: I have a very hard time to write about forgiving someone after theyâve cheated. From personal experience, I would NEVER EVER forgive a man who has cheated on me. Either they cheat or they donât. They donât sometimes do it and sometimes donât. If they cheat once, theyâd cheat again. Remember my words.Â
And PLEASE, LOVE YOURSELF! Be worthy and proud. Even if itâs hard. Even if it feels like youâre never gonna be okay again. You will.Â
Amen.Â
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Oscar had been behaving rather oddly the past days. He was always in thoughts, seemingly in a different world. Above that he would hardly speak to you, all he would say was hey and goodbye and the occasional question how your day had been. Nothing less, nothing more.
Naturally, it worried you. You were worried that you were drifting apart, if you had done something wrong, if he thought that your relationship wasnât enough, wasnât fulfilling anymore. So, the need for a clearing conversation was inevitable.
When you came home from work on Friday, a bottle of red wine in hand, you were ready to face it, face the elephant in the room. But seeing as Oscarâs car wasnât parked in the driveway, your impatience was going to be put to the test. Biting your lip, you sat on the couch waiting for him to eventually come home.
When there was no sign of him shortly after midnight, you went to bed unsatisfied, clenching your teeth so hard you were definitely going to wake up with the headache of your life in the morning.
You heard Oscar come home around 3am, stumbling through the door and falling onto the bed with his clothes on, immediately drifting off to sleep. He stank of alcohol and cigarettes and you scoffed, wishing it would all be as it was at the beginning. Â
Opening your eyes again in the morning you smiled at the warm sun shining through the curtains of the bedroom. Suddenly you remembered the knot in your stomach from last night, which aggressively gave you a signal to notice it again. You and your headache rose from the bed and picked up some fresh clothes from the drawer on the side of the bed Oscar was sleeping in. The sound of his vibrating phone made you turn around and while Oscar didnât seem bothered to wake up from the sound, the name of the contact that had sent a message caught your eye.
Mari.
Mari was your colleague at work. Why would she be sending Oscar texts?
You knew it was wrong. You knew you shouldnât do it. But curiosity took control of your actions along with a hint of jealousy, like a dangerous cocktail.
The phone was in your hands and the message said it all.
Last night was amazing. Canât wait to feel you inside me again, Papi :*
It was so obvious you couldnât believe it. You had introduced them. You had been so naĂŻve to think nothing could happen. You had trusted them.
For a couple of minutes, you just stood there in the sunshine, almost like in a spotlight, holding the phone in your hand, your stare switching from the sleeping Oscar to the device in you hand and back. Your body was paralyzed but your mind wasnât. Thoughts were running wild, nasty ideas for payback appeared and vanished again. So many emotions fought for dominance- sadness, disappointment, self-pity, but in the end they all ended in anger.
As quietly as you could, which was difficult due to the fury that was building up inside you, you packed your belongings together and sneaked through the front door. You needed to leave this house, this man, this part of your life. Tears dwelling up in your eyes when you stood on the front porch with your bags packed and the door closing behind you.
You didnât want to hide in your own apartment because you knew Oscar would turn up on your doorstep sooner or later. So, trying to remember the last place you had felt safe, you knocked at your parentsâ door.
Both your Mum and Dad were surprised to see you with bags over your shoulder but instantly invited you inside. Once you were in their arms, you allowed your tears to fall freely. Your parents had accepted Oscar as your boyfriend, but they have never really liked him.
A part of you never wanted to see him again. Yet, another part wanted to show up at his house with an axe, destroying all his belongings and throwing the most painful insults you could think of at him.
In the early afternoon hours, Oscar seemed to have noticed the lack of your presence, and your things, because he began calling you. He called, texted, sent voice messages. Not a single minute passed of him trying to contact you. So, not wanting to hear his poor excuses, you turned off your phone, throwing it onto the bed. Oscar and you had had bad fights before and you had always forgiven him, but this time it was vastly different. He had used you, he had abused your love and your trust. Chewing on a big spoonful of ice cream, you came to the conclusion that he had never loved you. You do not cheat on and betray a person you love. You just donât.
The next day you had to drive by your house to get some fresh clothes. You did not expect Oscar sit on your doorstep, rings under his eyes, smelling of sweat and cheap beer. He jumped when your car door closed and rose to his feet, swaying a little. Instantly, he approached you with two big footsteps, attempting to wrap his arms around you.
âFuck off,â you said with a force, loud enough to make the neighbours hear. Trying to avoid looking into his eyes, because you knew it would soften you up, you marched past him and stormed inside your house, slamming the door shut behind you. Your heart was beating violently inside your chest, when you looked down on your chest you could literally see it. Sighing, covering your mouth with your hand to silence the sobs while tears were falling freely from your eyes, you sank with your back against the door.
âPlease, amor,â Oscar pleaded through the closed door, âlet me talk to you. I know youâre angry and I deserve it. But please letâs talk about this. I love you!â
Lie, you thought.
And letting your anger take the best of you, you opened the door, slapping Oscar across the face before he had the chance to react.
âLiar!â You shouted, not caring about anything but letting your emotions surface.
âYouâre a cheating bastard and I hate you! All you did was use me, everything that comes from your mouth is bullshit! I donât ever want to see you again!â
With these words, looking in Oscarâs surprised and also hurt face, you slammed the door shut again. The feeling you were witnessing after your furious outburst was amazing, superior. Clenching your fists, you were proud of yourself.
âPlease,â Oscar said once more from outside, âIâm so sorry.â
He didnât deserve any more of your words. You had said everything you needed. You were done with him.
Oscar, on the contrary, wasnât done at all. He tried. He really tried his best to win you back and you had to admit, you were flattered. Every day when you came home from work, some kind of present was waiting on your doorstep. Flowers, chocolates, a necklace you had forgotten at his place, letters. He wasnât a man of many words, but in those love letters he was able to express his feelings, his deepest thoughts. You knew he was sorry and he was apparently honestly regretting what he had done, but still it wasnât enough to make you forget about everything. It wasnât enough to patch up the hole in your chest, the wound he had caused by ripping your heart out. Wounds like these donât heal due to words on a paper, even if they are honest and sincere.
After a couple of weeks, you felt ready to face him. After the grand effort he had made, you thought he deserved a talk.
As usual, him and the other Santos were sitting in front of his house, drinking beer and smoking weed. Once Oscar made out your figure approaching him, he rose to his feet, straightened his clothes and harshly told his homies to give you some privacy.
âMami,â Oscar smiled, cautiously walking closer to you. He was obviously fidgety and precarious, not knowing what to expect from this encounter.
âHey Oscar,â you replied, taking a quick look around. The front yard looked shabbier than usual, and Oscar didnât look like his usual self, either. There were dark shadows under his eyes and his shirt was straining against his belly, but maybe you were imagining things.
You looked up into his expectant face. âOscar, I came to tell you that I appreciate what youâve been trying. And I think itâs only fair on you if I tell you that Iâm not ready to forgive you. I donât want to raise false hopes. I need time. Please give me some space.â
You hated that your palms got sweaty and your pulse was speeding up, but you calmed down a little when you realized this was a natural reaction of your body in a stressful situation like this.
Not losing eye contact, you waited for Oscar to speak.
He gulped, âIâll give you anything you need. Even if itâs gonna be hard for me. Iâm not gonna lie, I feel like shit but I deserve it. I shouldâve treated you better, I wish I could turn back time, Ma, but I canât. I love you and I am so sorry Iâm such a dumbass. I now realize what Iâve done wrong, and how good you are for me, how important. Iâm  here, waiting for you to forgive me.â
Tears were actually dwelling up in his eyes and your first impulse was wanting to hug him, but you remained where you were stood.
âThanks for that, Os. Please stop contacting me from now on. If Iâm ready to talk again, I will come to you.â
It was almost unbearable for you to say that. You missed him, too, of course you did. After all the time you had spent together, everything youâd been through, this was the hardest thing to do for you ever. But it had to be done, and it felt right.
Leaving Oscar standing there, a stray tear rolling down his cheek, you walked away and did not look back, ready to spend time with yourself. Ready to practice self-care, ready to be alone, ready to relearn to love yourself.
Request:Â One where you are coming home late from work to spookyâs house and you see the kiss. You leave before he can explain it to you? Angst to fluff please!
Word Count: 591
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You could barely keep your eyes open as you were sat on the bus coming home from work. You have had to work overtime again, missing to join Oscar and his friends on the funfair. What would have given to just drink a beer with him, letting him buy you popcorn or candy? Your thoughts drifted off and you nearly missed your stop, shouting at the bus driver and asking him to stop last minute.
Limply, as fast as your tired legs would allow it, you walked down the street towards yours and Oscarâs house, wondering if he would still be up. Heâd probably be waiting for you, a cold beverage and a massage ready.
Approaching the building, you already saw his car parked in the driveway and your heart skipped a beat. He was home. Next thing you saw was your boyfriend speaking to Monse, one of the youngsters. Oscar looked handsome as ever, you thought, and quickened your walking speed a little.
All of a sudden, totally unexpected, Monse was up on her toes and pressed her lips against Oscarâs. You stopped like a deer caught in the headlights, your felt light-headed as all the blood sank to your feet. You couldnât believe he was making out with a child right in front of the house, for everyone on display.
The keys in your hand dropped to the floor, making a cluttering noise. Monse and Oscar looked straight at you, surprised, caught red handed.
âShit,â Oscar muttered, gently shoving Monse away, âMami, itâs not what you think it is!â
The blood was quickly being pumped back into the rest of your body as you clenched your fists in fury. Tears were dwelling up in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. Turning on your heels, you only heard muffled voices and calls behind you.
You didnât get very far because Oscarâs strong hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you. He tried turning you to face him, but you werenât having any of it. Forcefully, you pulled your arm out of his grip and continued walking.
âWait, please!â Oscar yelled, and you heard his footsteps getting closer, âshe just kissed me, it was damn inappropriate! I was just about to push her away, I promise!â
You stopped and eventually turned around to see Oscarâs pleading face.
âBut you mustâve given her some sort of signal, otherwise she wouldnât have done it!â You snapped, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
âNah, Mami, I was just being nice. She misunderstood. I would never have kissed her. I love you!â
He carefully came a few steps closer and you stayed put, sighing deeply.
âYou sure?â
âOf course Iâm sure. I would do nothing to hurt you, Ma.â
He had now reached you and wrapped his arms around your frame. You let it happen, realising it was the only thing you had been craving for the whole day.
âSorry, I didnât want to overreact,â you muttered into Oscarâs shoulder. He stroked soothing circles over your back and pulled away to look at you.
âItâs fine, itâs kinda the normal reaction when you see your man being kissed by someone else, eh?â
He smiled, wiping any leftover tears away from your cheeks.
You nodded in response, smiling, before sinking back into his arms.
âCome on, letâs have a late night snack. I made fish tacos earlier.â
Hand in hand, you slowly strolled back to your house, discovering that Monse, and also Jasmine who had been in the car, were long gone.
what type of music do you associate with spooky? like which songs? iâm curious, love your writing!
That is a good question. Iâm kinda in the middle between Mexican rap and Reggaeton. I think the soundtrack of OMB fits perfectly. Bang Data is a great band which suits him in my opinion. Maybe something from J Balvin, too. I hope this answers your question!
Request:Â I know it sounds weird but can you do a imagine weâre y/n sleeps over at oscars and gets her period and sheâs embarrassed cause she made a mess and she has no tampons or anything but he ends up being really sweet and taking care of her like with cramps and cravings and stuff
Word Count: 844
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A weird feeling in your lower stomach woke you up. At first you though it was just a dream, but it wasnât. The cramps came with sickness, next thing you noticed was the bad headache. You sat up, placing a hand on your forehead to check if you had a fever, but your skin was cold.
Oscar was still sleeping next to you like a baby, his face looked so peaceful and calm, not one frown or wrinkle to be seen.
Removing the blanket, you couldnât believe your eyes. You were lying in a pool of blood, your pyjama shorts were ruined and so were the sheets. You mustâve gotten your period in the middle of the night without noticing.
For a minute, you just sat on the bed, not knowing what to do. Probably, the best thing to take care of first was to stop the bleeding to avoid making an even bigger mess.
Silently, you tiptoed into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You threw your shorts and panties into the bathtub and rinsed them with cold water. Blood was disappearing in the drain like someone had been dying in the tub. You carefully cleaned yourself next, washing off all the stains, feeling slightly better already.
When you were drying your body, a knock on the door made you jump so hard you almost hit your head on the ceiling lamp.
âPrincesa, you alright in there?â Sounded Oscarâs worried voice from the other side of the door.
You looked around yourself, most of the mess in here was gone, but he mustâve seen the giant blood stain on the sheets!
âYeah, Iâm good,â you lied, desperately running a hand through your hair. You had no tampons or whatsoever with you and, obviously, Oscar wouldnât have these kinds of things laying around in his bathroom either.
âIâm gonna go get us breakfast, do you need anything from the shops?â
Your pulse slowed down. He would be going out.
âNah, I donât need anything, thanks!â You yelled back, on the inside freaking out at being so stupid. Of course you needed something. But you couldnât possibly ask him to bring tampons. God, no.
âAlright, Iâll be back in 15!â
âOkay, see you later!â
As soon as you heard the front door slam shut, you opened the bathroom door and peeked outside. What you saw surprised you utterly. Oscar had removed all the bed sheets already, a look into the kitchen told you that the washing machine was running.
You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment and were sure he would not return to you. He would probably meet with his friends and tell them all about your accident. All the great times youâd spent with him were forgotten, gone, just because you werenât keeping track on your ovulation circle. Stupid!
All you wanted was leave, get out of here. So you finished cleaning your clothes and tried your best drying them with a hair dryer, stuffing toilet paper into your knickers to catch the blood. You hurried into Oscarâs bedroom and collected your things, ready to head out the door.
Just as you were about to push down the door handle, Oscar came in. You looked at him as if you had just seen a ghost, all the colour vanishing from your face.
âHey,â Oscar said, smiling, âI brought some stuff that might help you.â
You frowned while he placed the bags, one containing your breakfast, on the kitchen counter. From the other bag he took out a pot of ice cream, cookies, painkillers and-
Tampons.
You couldnât believe your eyes and in a nanosecond all the blood returned to your face, making it turn beet red.
Wordlessly, you grabbed the tampons and disappeared in the bathroom, taking care of what you had to do.
When you returned, Oscar was neatly placing the breakfast on the table along with coffee and a glass of water for you to take a painkiller. Still not saying a word, you took a seat.
âFeeling better?â Oscar smiled, taking your hand from across the table.
You nodded, sighing deeply. âThank you so much, Os. And Iâm sorry about the mess. I was just so embarrassed, I wouldâve cleaned it all up myself, honestly!â
âDonât worry, Mami. Iâve taken care of it. As you can see.â He chuckled deeply and started to dig into his food, encouraging you to do the same.
Your cramps were gradually decreasing thanks to the painkiller and Oscar insisted that both of you spent the whole day on the couch, eating ice cream and cookies and watching Netflix. He prepared you a hot water bottle and stayed by your side all day, massaging your head to cure your headache. While the hot water bottle warmed up your front, Oscar laying behind you did the same to your back with his arms wrapped tightly around you to tell you it was all okay. All your fears and worries were being washed away like the blood in the bathtub from this morning.
Request:Â Can you do a Oscar imagine thatâs kind of like a smutty Cinderella? Minus the evil step mother and step sisters? So the readers a waitress and has loved Oscar for a while and one night works up the nerve to go to a santos party. The power goes out and her and Oscar have some alone, romantic, sexy time together and she leaves for whatever reason, your choice, and Oscar is trying to find her. Instead of a glass slipper he finds her because he left a big hickey. Please write this Iâm begging!
Word Count:Â 2152
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You would always watch him from the corner of your eye whenever he came in to pick up his order. He never stayed in to eat, he always took the food with him. A burger, chili fries and a horchata. You thought it was an interesting combination of food and drink, and secretly wondered if it was some kind of hangover dish for him. Or after-sex? You tried shaking the latter thought away by concentrating on sorting the cutlery, yet it remained in a part of your mind.
At the same time as thinking about how handsome he was and imagining him without a shirt on, you would not get out a single word when he was around. You completely lapsed into a hopeless silence. Luckily, you didnât have to take his order yet, because miraculously you always had something to do in the back when he showed up.
After work, you had to go past his house, the front garden packed with Santos, and every time you wished you could master the courage to just attend one of those parties.
Saturday night the latest Santos party was so crowded and noisy you could hear the blasting music in your bedroom with the windows closed. Your favourite drink in hand, slowly getting comfortably tipsy, you mentally scanned your closet for an outfit to wear IF you finally were brave enough to just go and have a good time. Youâd probably go with high waist, curve-hugging jeans and a tight top to show off your figure, with either heels or sneakers- you werenât sure.
Having a nice outfit in mind, you suddenly stood up and looked at yourself in the floor length mirror, saying loudly and clearly,
âYou can do this!â
Drowning your drink and not wasting another single thought, you got dressed until you wore the exact outfit you had been imagining, and strutted down the street towards Oscarâs house.
You had to admit, you were a little overwhelmed once you stood in front of the Santos residence. You didnât know one single person here, what on earth were you thinking? Shaking your head, you turned on your heel, ready to head back, when you heard a familiar voice behind you.
âHey Mami, where you going?â
He couldnât possibly mean you. He just couldnât. There was no chance.
Slowly, you turned around, trying your best not to make a fool out of yourself. Oscar Diaz was looking directly at you, taking a deep drag of his cigarette with one corner of his mouth pulled upwards.
âYou wouldnât want to miss this party, would you?â
And this was were the night of your life began.
Oscar seemed genuinely interested in you, your work, family background, life goals- and during beers and tequila shots you forgot asking yourself if this was all just a dream. You sat together on a worn-out sofa, chatting for what seemed to be hours. At first you had been tensed, awkward, uncomfortable, but now, it felt like you had known him for ages.
What happened next didnât go as planned. Everything went dark and silent from one second to the next. The power was out.
You gasped, automatically clinging onto Oscar right next to you.
âDonât worry, Ma,â he whispered dangerously close to your neck, âIâll go and turn the switch back on.â
In a flash of a moment you were afraid he would leave and never come back. So you stood up after him, grabbing whatever was in reach, turning out to be his arm, âIâll come.â
He chuckled lowly and managed to take your small hand in his, leading you through the corridor, knocking into a few people on your way. Using his phone, Oscar managed to switch the electricity back on. Everyone was cheering and the music continued.
Oscar, to your surprise, didnât make any move to return to the party. Instead, he kept hold of your hand and opened the door to his left. Confused, you looked between the now opened bedroom and him.
âWant to escape the party for a while?â
How could you possibly say no to that?
He gently pulled you inside his bedroom and closed the door behind him. The room smelled masculine, yet clean and fresh. White sheets were neatly made on the bed while a few pieces of clothing covered the floor.
Your eyes scanned the room with curiosity until Oscarâs hand found its way to your cheek. He turned your face towards him and without a warning his lips brushed against yours. You couldnât possibly say no to that, either, and kissed him back with no hesitation. His lips were soft, yet demanding, when his big hands grabbed your waist. Oscar walked backwards and gingerly dragged you with him until you both landed on the bed. It all happened so fast you couldnât think straight, you couldnât even think about if you actually wanted this to happen. Well, sure you wanted him, but like this?
His lips on your neck distracted you from your thoughts. You were already in your underwear, so was he, and before you could protest he was leaving a big hickey on the sensitive skin of your neck.
âWhat are you- I have to work tomorrow!â You tried pushing him away in the process, but there was no use. He had a strong grip around you.
âDonât worry Mami. I just had to mark you.â
You chuckled at his choice of words and sat up to straddle him, running your hands all over his smooth, exposed chest. His hands fell onto your hips while you were beginning to grind against his hardening member. He felt amazing between your legs already.
You bent forward and one hands of Oscarâs sneaked behind your back to open the hooks of your bra. The piece of clothing fell to the floor while Oscarâs gaze fell onto your breasts. He pulled you closer and kissed you deeply, his fingertips toying with your erect nipples. You gasped at the sensation, feeling the wetness between your legs increase.
Oscar seemed impatient, so he moved on the bed so you were underneath him. You couldnât figure out if he was drunk, or how drunk he was, and actually you didnât want to know.
He didnât waste any time however getting rid of his pants, and yours. His dick was rock hard and already twitching in your hand when you touched it, wrapping your fingers around the full length. Oscar moaned at the feeling of your cold hand pumping up and down his cock and his eyes fluttered shut. He enjoyed the moment until he really could not wait any longer. He grabbed a condom from under his bed and positioned himself between your legs once it was on his dick.
When he was finally inside you, you were struggling to breathe. It felt so good your heart started beating out of your chest instantly and crazily.
Oscarâs forehead knocked against yours while he fucked you into the mattress like the was no tomorrow. You loved the sound of his hips slamming against yours, his muffled moans against the heated skin of your neck and also the danger of being discovered. There was a party in the other room, after all. Altogether it was so bloody exciting.
âYou feel so good, Mami, but I think Iâm too drunk to be able to finish,â Oscar muttered, slowing down his pace.
You kissed him softly, as if to thank him for his honesty.
âIâll finish you off though. How do you like it?â
You smiled, âjust keep going, yeah?â
Oscar nodded, smirking, and picked up his rhythm again. Once he started, you knew  you wouldnât last much longer. Along with the excitement of the situation and the hot man inside of you, you came quick and hard, walls clenching around Oscarâs cock.
Breathlessly, your head hit the pillow as a feeling of incredible tiredness overcame you.
Oscar kissed your lips and pulled away to clean himself off. Enjoying the aftermath of your orgasm and the drowsiness, you wondered what would happen next. Would he ask you to leave?
The answer came prompt and unexpected. Oscar lay back down next to you and placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest.
You allowed yourself to close your eyes, almost dozing off into a peaceful slumber.
Suddenly, it hit you. He had been using you. Using you for sex. All he wanted was get into your pants, and silly naĂŻve you had let him. You shouldâve known better, he was Spooky Diaz, after all, and he had a reputation you were aware of. You had to leave before you would lose the last tiny bit of your dignity, here in his bed, between his messed up sheets.
When you were sure he was fast asleep, you silently collected your belongings and rushed out the door, stumbling over empty beer bottles and other peopleâs future hangovers, heading home.
Oscarâs POV
He didnât understand why she was gone. Was he that bad in bed?
She mustâve had another reason, a proper reason. But how could he find her? She hadnât told him where she worked, just that it was some diner in town. And of course she didnât leave her number.
Usually, Oscar would just forget about his one-night-stands, but about her he couldnât stop thinking. The way she had smiled at him, the way she had touched himâŠ
Hunger finally made the Santo get out of bed. He took a shower and threw on his signature clothes before heading out, calling Cesar on the way if he wanted anything.
Entering the restaurant, he decided to keep his sunglasses on because of the bright lights only adding up to his hangover.
He waited in line amongst the other customers, checking his phone for any missed calls. He knew it was stupid, but secretly he hoped you had been calling or texting him. For him, it was an odd feeling.
When it was eventually Oscarâs turn to order, his eyes fell on a female with her back facing him, concentrating on the task she was carrying out. She was wearing a scarf, which struck him as weird, since it was more than 20 degrees outside. When she turned her head, it moved and exposed a giant hickey on her neck. It hit him like a lightning. It was her, it had to be. He remembered the hickey he had left on her skin during a heated moment, and how much she had been complaining because she would have to work the next day.
âCan I take your order?â She employee suddenly said, making Oscar snap back to reality.
âYeah, no, I want to speak to the girl over there, in the back.â He pointed his finger directly at her and the employee in charge of the orders frowned.
âSheâs on kitchen duty.â
âI donât care,â Oscar took of his sunglasses, adding, âI know her, ask her to come, yeah?â
Your POV
You jumped when your colleague tapped you shoulder.
âSomeone is asking for you,â he muttered, acting weirdly.
âWho?â You asked, puzzled. Your colleague just pointed at someone behind the counter.
Fuck.
As soon as you realised who it was, your heart skipped a beat. What on earth could he want?
Gulping, your mouth suddenly dry, you put your things down and walked towards him. He smiled when he saw you. It wasnât his usual, cheeky smile though. It looked almost as if he was nervous.
âHi?â You asked, clearly uncomfortable.
âHi. Just wanted to check on you since last night you dropped of the face of the earth.â
âCheck on me?â You rolled your eyes, signifying for him to follow you outside.
âOscar, what do you want?â You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You were acting all cool and confident, but on the inside your pulse was racing out of uneasiness.
âI told you. I was disappointed when you were gone this morning. You couldâve at least left your number.â
âWhy?â You honestly didnât understand why he was doing this. And your behaviour in turn made him uncomfortable, too.
âListen,â he sighed, âI would like to see you again. I mean that. I donât know what youâve heard about me, but not all of it is true. Last night, I felt we really connected. And I donât mean only in bed.â
You had to grin at his last line and the atmosphere instantly brightened up.
Oscar smiled, âwhen do you finish work? Iâll take you out for dinner. To show you Iâm serious about this. We can⊠talk.â
You thought about his proposal for a minute. âYeah, okay. I finish at five.â
âCool,â Oscar smirked and put his sunglasses back on, âsee you later, Mami.â
You chuckled and watched how he entered his car, shooting you another smirk when driving past you.
