From Dusk Till Dawn pt12, bishop x f!reader
| bishop x f!reader | notes: Watch episode 7 season 3 euphoria… I tried to give Bishop the most identity I could based off the connection between Ali and Bishop:) | warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, desk sex yum, almost caught, drugs, death, Laurie and her...crew, Alamo overall, angst, fluff, emotions, etc. | mdni18+ | wc: 4k |
.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲
Ruby Bennett.
A girl that came in the summer with a cascade of trouble inside your workplace.
Tall, curly hair, boyish clothes and always wore black converse.
That’s all you knew about her. Until she texted you. Saying she wanted to meet, have a talk.
“Why would she want to meet with you?”
“Remind me again, who gave her my number?”
You and Bishop stood in Big Eddy’s office. He asked for a favor before going away for work.
“She lied. Told me it was for something else.” He mutters, looking inside the safe. You were sitting on the desk, passing through files that was filled with information of every worker from Silver Slipper. “Here.” You speak once you find a file, Tina’s, and Kitty’s files.
Bishop closes the safe, making his way to you. He towers over you, reading the file. “Katherine.” He reads out loud. He takes the file out your hands, going to put it away. While Bishop did that, you went to find yours, only to see it wasn’t there.
“How come I’m not here?”
“I have it.”
He makes his way to you, taking the files out your hands to put them away. “Since when?” You ask, moving the chair to face him. “You’re always so curious.” He expresses, now in front of you. He was wearing a dark purple button shirt that match with his black pants, prayer beads on his hands.
You roll your eyes to him, looking at the clock, 7:12am. “Where is it that you’re going again?” You stretch your legs towards him, manicured feet interlocking with his. “Mexico.” He answers while looking down. His eyes trace your legs, takes in the short pajama shorts you had on with a black tank top.
“I’ll miss you.” You mumble, sitting up. Your hands slowly make their way to his belt, you see his eyes shot right to you. “Won’t you miss me?” You ask in that desperate tone you’d only give him. “I’m missing you already.” He answers, observing your hands play with his belt. Now unbuckling it, Bishop grabs your wrist. “Won’t have time.” “I’ll make sure we do.”
You open the button of pants, taking his dick out. It was half hard, you left kisses on his exposed pelvis and down his dick, leaving it wet before taking him all. Bishop looks up to the door, thankful he locked it. His gaze falls back down when he hears you moan. He sees your eyes are closed, lips hollow with each suck.
“Yeah…it tastes good, puppy?” Bishop groans, his hand going on top of your head, slowly guiding you. Opening your eyes, you hum around him, the low vibration making Bishop feel more pleasure yet. His mouth is agape, quiet groans coming out of it.
You start whining when you go deeper, gagging when his dick hit the back of your throat. “Good girl— good girl, baby. Suck it.” He praises. Once you pull out, you wipe all the saliva that had gathered on your mouth. Standing up, you interlock lips with Bishop, his hands quickly finding your jaw.
He pushes you until you reach the back of the desk, sitting down on top of it. His hands pull your panties and shorts away, moaning at just seeing how wet you got. He pulls your hips until your leg hands on his shoulder. “What are you doing?” You whine when you feel his fingers spread you open. He’s not doing anything, just spreading your lips seeing your pussy flutter.
“Look how pretty you are.” He praises, his thumb pushing against your clit. Your eyes roll back, your hand finding his wrist. He takes this as I sign to fuck you. Grabbing his dick, he pushes himself, almost too easy with your slickness. “That’s it baby. Take all of it.” Bishop groans, his hand gripping your leg while the other gripped the side of the desk.
Bishop could swear your moans would get louder each time he thrusted into you. Needier, breathier, more lustful. “Baby— Baby— Don’t stop.” You pull Bishop towards you, crashing your lips together. All the moans and whines meeting his groans and low moans. “Feels so good. This pussy is suffocating me…” Bishop groans against your lips.
His hands go to your tank top, pulling it down to expose your bouncing tits. He places his mouth down to one of your nipples, sucking it. It only makes you moan harder. Your legs are now wrapped around his back, almost trapping him so he doesn’t slow his movements.
Bishop knew you were getting close when he hears your pussy get wetter. The creamy ring on his dick dripping on him. “Gonna cum, baby? My little slut’s gonna cum on this dick?” “Uh-huh, Oh my God, I’m gonna cum!” He goes quicker, harder, ignoring the desk slightly shaking and some things falling from it.
“B! You in here?”
Almost too loud of a gasp escaped your mouth. But Bishop is quicker, his hand gripping your mouth shut. Not the first time the two of you have been on this position.
It was Big Eddy. He was back apparently. “Bishop!” He calls out again. You’d never felt so much fear, your eyes looking at Bishop who was quietly looking over the door. That’s when his eyes go to the small window that sat in front of the desk. His hand goes to the blinds of the window, slowly pushing one down.
There stood Eddy with a walking aid, looking around the club. His eyes go towards the door, not moving but looking at it. “Motherfucker.” Eddy mutters, walking away. Bishop scoffs, waiting for him to walk to the exit before going back to you.
He doesn’t think twice before starting his thrusts back again. Your orgasm coming back. “Cum with me…please B. I want to feel it.” Feel it. Bishop hears nothing but wedding bells and the pearly gates. He realizes that’s what you’re doing, you’re holding your reach waiting for him to cum.
“You’re so good for me. No one deserves this pussy.” “No one— Daddy, no one.” You hiccup, grabbing his face. “I love you.” He whispers, his movements losing rhythm. A smile appears on you, “I love you.” “Say it again.” He begs, you don’t have to be told again. “I love you.”
Bishop bites your neck when he cums, too lost on his own orgasm he ignores your cries. He just growls to your neck, grips the back of your knee hard. Your own legs couldn’t stop shaking, well, your whole body. His cum was already leaking out of you, but Bishop kept pushing himself in.
“Baby…” You whine, hands going over his head. He’s breathing hard, his head landing to your chest. “Can’t believe I won’t see you tonight.” He whispers. Suddenly you frown at the idea of Bishop not being in your bed at night. You didn’t even know why he was going away. He pulls out quietly sliding your panties and shorts back up.
He moves towards the couch, buckling himself and putting his coat on. “Where do you keep it?” “What?” He turns to you, but you just roll your eyes at his question. “My file.” You speak.
Bishop doesn’t say anything yet, he goes to get his keys out his pocket and grab your hand, leading you outside. “Home.” He finally answers, opening the door to you. “Whatever Rue asks you; you tell me.” Bishop adds, now moving his hand to your arm, a soft grip.
You hum at his words, “I’ll just tell her you have a crush on her and see when I can set the two of you up.” You joke but he only rolls his eyes, that makes you laugh. Inside the car, you look back to see a small suitcase, flowers beside them. “Who are those for?” You ask, seeing Bishop look back.
“They’re not for Maddy. If that’s what you’re asking.”
“You’re not funny, motherfucker.”
Bishop smirks, starting the car to drive away to leave you at your house. “A family member.” He says. That makes you think more, you wonder how close Bishop is to his family. Considering his father and brother are deceased, he would bring up memories of his mom. “Will I ever meet them?” He turns at your question. “Will I ever meet yours?” He pushes, always asking another question but never answers.
“If lucky. And if you take me to Florida, sure.” You answer. His hand finds your thigh, slowly caressing your skin. “That’s where they are?” “My grandparents, yeah.” He looks over at you, seeing your eyes wonder out the streets.
Bishop doesn’t know much of your family, doesn’t know if you’re close with your parents as close as you are with your grandparents. He doesn’t know if you have siblings or if you’re an only child. Even though he’s curious, he never pushes. He doesn’t want to push questions that could upset you. He can’t keep doing that to you.
“I’ll miss you.” You say after a moment of silence. At a red light, you lean over to kiss his cheek, then the side of his mouth before finally turning his head slightly to find his lips. “I’ll miss you more.” He whispers.
Bishop must think about going away with you.
Now or never.
꧂
Rue had told you to meet her at a diner at 12pm.
Taking advantage of the club being closed until night, you made your way to the location.
She spots you the moment you walk in, waving to you at the end of diner. You give her a small awkward smile once you sit in front of her, “Rue.” “Lola.” She smiles, “Sit! Please.” “Yeah, okay, calm down.” You mumble, taking your sit.
Just then the waiter comes in to take the order. Once the two of you order, you’re the first to talk. “Well, I’m here.” “Yes. Yes, you are.” You can tell she’s nervous over something, over you. She looks like she’s regretting asking you to meet while also looking like she has something to confess. Rue clears her throat.
“Tell me about you.”
“What for?”
“Just talk while I find a way to explain why I’m here with you.”
Your eyes widen to her expression, suddenly feeling off about why you were here. Not wanting to poke the bear any deeper, you just talked to Rue about anything you could find.
It was a good idea you talked for a while to let Rue control over herself. The minute the food came to your table, Rue talked. And she talked a lot. She talked about everything. Rue told you about her own life growing up, her actions and consequences and how she ended up working with Alamo. You wanted to say you had no words, but more importantly you finally had all the missing pieces to your puzzle.
“…So…you became a teenage drug addict when your father died. Overdose, rehab, relapse, repeat. Your friend, Fez, worked with Laurie; she had a bag of drugs that cost money, you lose that bag because of your ex, Jules. Years pass, Laurie traps you to become a drug mule. One day, you go drop drugs at Alamo’s— you meet, Alamo. Tish dies because the drugs had fentanyl…”
All while recapping everything Rue had told you, she was just nodding along.
“…Alamo’s like, ‘Oh let’s see if God actually brought us together’. Shoots and apple over your head. You work with him but Laurie and her white supremacists— drop a pig, pig dies, Alamo sends Bishop to kill a bird—” “Paladin, rest in peace.” “The robbery. That happens because of the bird. And now, they want to team up to get drugs from Mexico, covering it up with saying that two dancers are going to go get plastic surgery done.”
“Bingo.”
“…All while you’re working with the DEA, so they catch both teams?”
“Yes.”
You almost didn’t want to believe her. But the more you were thinking about it, the more you wanted to believe her. The it hits you, she’s telling you, why you? “Why would you tell me?” “Because this is like about to happen, ok? And I already tried to explain to Maddy, but she doesn’t care about how bad Alamo is and my other friends don’t believe me. And truthfully you— well you’re smart. Probably one of the smartest girls from this work. You’re tolerable…Lola, I know you believe me.” Rue expresses, and she was right.
Its why Bishop is going to Mexico. It’s why he asked you to help him find Kitty’s and Tina’s file. “Oh my God.” You say, feeling all the dots connect with each other, but then the dot drops to your heart. “You’re working with the DEA.” “Was that not clear?” Rue furrows her brows, but you just shake your head.
“So, if they catch Alamo he’s arrested?”
“Yeah, and like, G, Big Eddy and Bishop—”
“Bishop can’t go to jail!” You yell too loud. Too loud tables turn to you. Rue grabs your hands, seeing you get short breathed. “Hey, hey, why would you care for Bishop? Thought you hated him.” She asks you, but still, your heart is beating fast, tears welling up. “Why would you tell me this?” You move your hands to your head, trying to calm your breathing.
Looking down your lap made you not notice a man had approached the table. “Rue, who is this?” The voice makes you look up. A tall man, cigarette hanging from his ear, brown eyes and a smile. “Ali, this is Lola— well, her stage name is Lola Bunny. Lola this— this is Ali my sponsor.” What the fuck is going on? He sits down beside Rue, still keeping a calm posture to him.
“How you do, Lola?” He asks you, “Been better.” You reply instantly. That makes him laugh, looking at Rue then back to you, “What’s this Bishop who can’t go to jail?” You sigh deeply, then deciding to drink from your cup of water. “He works with us.” You mumble, hearing Rue scoff, “Yeah and he fucking threaten my mom.” Both you and Ali look at her, “What?” You say in union.
“He threatened my mom, told me this story about Sweet and the snake taking it to the vet—”
“That story is fake.”
“Does it matter? He talked to her, Lola. He found her and talked to her.” Rue finishes her sentence, but you just shake your head, “He’s not gonna do anything.” “No, but Alamo will.” “I feel left out.” Ali chirps in, his finger pointing to you. “The question is why; do you not want him to go to jail?”
What was the point of keeping a secret anymore. Now with knowing that Rue was working with the DEA, you had no other reason to lie or hide secrets. “He’s my boyfriend.” Rue instantly laughs, almost as if she was in a live audience of a sitcom, “Are you serious?” She instantly asks when she’s met with how quiet you got.
You shrug at her, “Before you came in. Since— May, if this year.” You start to recall. “And I love him. And he loves me. And now you’re going to snitch on Alamo and that’s going to take Bishop down with him too.” Your breathing still comes out hard, unbelievable to say the words coming out of your mouth.
“This…Bishop, is he black?” You look at him, thrown away with how vulnerable you got about your relationship with Bishop. “…Yes.” “Tall? Quiet? Two dreads and always carrying prayer beads?” You nod to his description. Ali lets out a ‘huh’ sound, reaching for a small book, passing through pages.
“Owen Monroe. His brother.”
“What?”
“If Bishop is the man we’re both thinking. Then yeah, his brother…I was his sponsor before he passed.”
Your heart sinks, you feel like you’re finally seeing the world from a bigger perspective. “You know Bishop?” You ask making him nod. “Called Bishop his whole life because he always took charge; at least that’s what his brother told me. His name is Dean, though.” Dean. Bishop’s name is Dean.
“When’s his birthday?” You quickly ask, making Ali chuckle, “You love the man but don’t know his birthday? Not even his name?” Rue raises her hand in the air, “I still don’t understand, you’ve been with Bishop this whole time?” You roll your eyes at their questions. “Yes. And no, I don’t. Love is a unique thing.” You mutter a small defense.
Ali keeps chuckling low, “You’re funny. I always remember thinking that man’s future woman must be a strong drill to finally find the diamond inside himself. Glad to know it’s you.” Your heart warms at that. You did let Bishop open to you. The two of you proved your love for one another.
Rue clears her throat. “Lola, I’d like your number. Just in case something happens.” Ali hums, “We stay in contact? That’s what you want to do for the mission you still haven’t explained to me?” Rue rolls her eyes to him, “I’ll explain it at your place.” She looks back at you, desperation on her eyes. “Please, Lola. You know this is for the better. You know Alamo is not a good person. Think about yourself.”
Think about yourself. That makes you look at her. Fear and anxiety go through your body. What is to happen? You kept thinking why. I mean why. But you also knew you had to be smart. You thought about Tish, Angel, everyone else. This is the life you need to get out of. You pull your phone out your pocket, handing it to Rue.
“I’m putting a lot of trust in you, Rue.”
“I swear, Lola. You’ll be fine.”
Rue’s plan was for you to and Ali to stay in contact just in case anything happened. A pretty simple task but you accepted it so you could actually stay on the inside of Rue’s plan.
By night, you made your way to the club, sitting down to start getting ready. “You’re a little late, no?” Magick pokes your arm. “Does it even matter?” You point to the empty office, as if you and Bishop weren’t there this morning. “I’m anyways going to quit.” The room erupts when you say that. “I know you lying! You’re the perfect bitch for this place.” One of the dancers told you but you just shrug. “Imma do it before they fire me.” You mutter.
Kitty walks in, a box of ice cream on hand. “What’s wrong?” “Lola wants to quit.” Midnight frowns, but she pulls you close. “You can’t leave without me you know that right?” That makes your giggle, quickly hugging her, “I’m taking you with me.” Magick groans to that, “Se está haciendo. Debe de estar en regla o algo.” “Am not.” You mutter.
“Well, in other news.” Kitty clears her throat. “I’m getting a new booty!” She turns around to shake her butt, the other girls cheering, you along. After talking a while one of the dancers asks her how much they were charging her.
“Alamo’s covering it.” She answers, “At what interest?” One of the dancers asks, but Kitty just shrugs, “I don’t know.” You turn to her, eyebrows raised, “What the fuck you mean you don’t know?” You ask, now understanding why Rue called you one of the smartest girls in there.
The conversation keeps going, warning Kitty onto her trip to Mexico. Even though you already knew what was going to happen, you kept telling yourself it would be over at some point.
꧂
Now back on your empty house, and after a long shower and comfy clothes, you find Rue’s contact.
Stay safe.
That’s exactly when you get a call from Bishop. It doesn’t take you long to answer. “Hello, lover.” “Hi stranger.” Bishop answers, feeling warmth and calmness go through his body when he hears your voice.
It’s hard not to smile when hearing him. His tone is so different when it’s just the two of you. “Are you already in Mexico?” “Mm-hmm” He looks out the cheap motel he was staying on. You turn to your stomach, “Is it nice?” Bishop looks around for a moment. Knowing he was in a criminal part of the country, surrounded with dealers, prostitutes and other people that were there for bad businesses.
“Would be better if you were here.” He answers. You giggle, catching his small attitude. “You saw Rue?” He changes the subject, now walking over to the window. “Yeah. Just ate lunch and then she went with her sponsor, said they were going to eat pancakes but, I had to work.” Bishop hums, letting you know he was listening. “How was work?” “Chill, Kitty said she was going to Mexico so, I’m assuming that’s why you needed her file?”
He looks over to the files that sat on the desk of the room he was staying at, “Yes.” He answers. “Get this.” You sit up, but then fear goes through your body. If you told Bishop about what Ali told you, it could all ruin. He’d then ask why Rue wanted to meet with you. But he got to you first.
“What did Rue want?”
Shit.
You gulp, sitting up. Don’t have enough time to think about a different thing to say. Anything.
“Sex positions.”
“What?”
“We talked about so many things before her sponsor came, I can’t even recall.” You clear your throat. “She just thanked me for defending her to you and G.” He lets out a sigh, unsure of why you got like this out of nowhere. “I’ll be back in a day. Promise.” He sighs, “I miss you.” You smile instantly, butterflies on your stomach, “I miss you. I love you, B.” “I love you more.”
Then you groan, realizing he was going to hang up. “Talk to me.” “You need to sleep.” He grumbles, Bishop himself tired. “Talk to me until I sleep, think I’m there with you.” You whisper, getting under your covers. Bishop can’t think of a moment where he says no to you. All he wants is to make you happy.
He did what you told him, talked to you about anything. He talked about his earliest childhood memories, his first paycheck, the first time he met Alamo. Hearing your questions and giggles was the only reason he kept doing it.
He heard your soft snores; he knew you were close to falling asleep. His last story felt the most uninteresting given you were falling asleep. Talking about how his uncle would make him and his brother watch boxing matches. “We’d always end up asking him to play ‘Fight of the Century.’” You hum after being quiet for a while, “Ali Muhammad.” Bishop furrows his brows.
“Backwards. Muhammad Ali.”
“I know. I meant Rue’s sponsor— his name is Ali Muhammad.”
Bishop can feel his eyes shut open, suddenly not an ounce of tiredness on him. “What?” Ali Muhammad, a recognizable name, suddenly all memories getting to him. He calls out your name, but you had already fallen deep asleep.
He hangs up, he almost doesn’t want to touch his phone for a second. Rue’s sponsor was Ali. The man who helped his brother for so long. It couldn’t feel right. It wasn’t right.
Opening his phone again, Bishop goes to his messages to find the one in particular. From Ali.
Bishop. It’s Ali. I don’t know if you’re comfortable with me calling you that since I’ve heard it’s a family nickname. Beautiful memorial. I know you and your brother were close. I still remember when you came to a meeting and asked for help. I knew you were a man of love, despite how quiet and reserved you are. Dean, if there’s anything I can help with for you or your mother, I’m here. Stay safe. -Ali.
A tear falls on his phone, his hands quickly find his eyes, shutting them quick. Not now, it can’t be now. But Bishop misses his brother, so much. He’s never felt so good about life until he met you. How you changed him completely. Then he thinks even more. Rue. How off she’d been acting. He thinks about how bad it’s going to get if she actually sabotages Alamo.
Rue’s in danger.
.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲
a/n: so I loved writing this…