#christopherimagine

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A concert to remember

I know its long and the date was a month ago, but I was too inspired. Read to the end.

I woke up not as early as usual. Today was 8th March, the International women’s day. Renato was really kind and let me take the day off to celebrate me being a woman. It felt so good to sleep until the sun has actually risen. I woke up with my hair up on a bun, blankets neatly over me and one beautiful white rose on the side of the bed where Christopher was usually sleeping. He was so sweet to me, making me feel like a real queen. It was the best thing to wake up and see one beautifully scented rose next to me.

Christopher had already gotten ready and gone down to the hotel lobby to join the other four for breakfast before they head out to do some radio interviews and the sound check for the concert they had the same night. Six years had gone by since I met Christopher and the fire between us exploaded. The way we met was a litle funny, yet incredible. I had just arrived to the US and finished my makeup artist course. I applied everywhere I could. Probably it was fate, but a month after I applied for a boy band travelling makeup artist, I got called up. The day I went to my interview I was nervously shaking for some reason. The interview was in Sony Music Latin in Miami. I entered the hallway still being nervous. I saw five boys playing European football with a ball made out of paper wrapped in duckt tape. Three of them were with their back to me. One of them started walking backwards, he didn’t know I was behind him and that’s why he was just as surprised when he bumped into me. He turned around to catch me from falling, but slipped instead and we both fell on the floor. He quickly stood up and helped me, saying he was sorry in the mean while. The other four were laughing so hard that Renato, who interviewed me at the time, came out of his office to see what was happening. The boy, who was Christopher, was turning red of embarrassment. Something between us clicked at that moment. He looked into my eyes and smiled kindly. He let go of me only when Renato cleared his throat loud enough for all the building to hear him. That day was, in a matter of fact, 8th March. And here we were, six years later. I was their makeup artist and travelled the world with them and I was calling myself Chris’ girlfriend. My life had changed so much since, but for the better. And today not only I had a celebration, we also had an anniversary.

I got out of bed, took a shower and got ready. Then I went down for breakfast. The boys were still eating and about to leave in a few minutes. I approached them and smiled. They had ordered me coffee and my favourite veggie breakfast. They knew I would come down on ime to eat together. They all smiled back at me as I sat down.

“Feliz día de la mujer!” They said in one voice as each pulled out one white rose from under the table. My eyes watered up. I was shown one more time how lucky I was to have them in my life as my friends, as my co-workers and as my brothers. Looking back, who would have guessed I would be known as travelling makeup artist, let alone having breakfast with the hottest boy band in Latin America and holding the roses they have given me. I quickly brushed my tears and put the rosses carefully on the chair next to me. They had to go do their interviews and sound check, they stood up and excused themselves. Before they left me alone I got a kiss from all of them. Richard kissed my forehead, Erick kissed my cheek, Joel placed a kiss on the top of my head, Zabdi kissed my hand and Chris gave me a quick peck on my lips.

I wasn’t mad that I had to finish my breakfast alone. They had to do their resposibilities and yet they had the time to buy me flowers, order my favorite food and, of course, tag me and their moms on their IG stories. How could I be mad at them for such thing? After I finished eating, I made sure to call all of the moms and sisters in our extended musical family, as well as my mom. Working with so many latinas, I learned spanish really fast. Of course, I went to my IG and recorded a quick video for my fans and friends.

The rest of the day went by fast. I had forgotten what it is like to be free all day. Their interviews were over, as well as the sound check, the fans were already piling up in the stadium. I spent my time at the hotel trying outfits and makeup looks while my team got the boys ready behind the scenes. An hour before the concert started, Renato came and took me with his car. I was starting to feel something was happening behind my back. Little did I know how right I was. 

We arrived at the stadium just in time. I went behind the scenes, we did our traditional good luck hand over hand salute, they all gave me the usual cheek kiss good luck and I sent them on stage. Renato insisted I should go up front and watch the concert. That was strange, though. He never insisted on me doing things like that, because he knew I would do it anyways. Even though, I did as I was told. The concert was more than amazing. As usual, fans were pulled on stage, roses were given as a present for being such dedicated fans. One of the girls pulled up on stage even got a proposal. I was thinking to myself that this day couldn’t get any better, I was wrong, of course. You know how it happens exactly the opposite when you think it can not get any better or any worse. There are the Murphy laws.

I continued watching the concert and admiring the sweet proposal this girl had. Almost at the end of the concert the music didn’t transition from song to song, but stopped. Christopher looked at me, smiled and brought his mic to his mouth and started talking. “Before we sing the last song for tonight, which is also very symbolic to us, to me, I want to thank you all. Miami has always been a place of memories and emotions to me. Seven years ago I came to this country to work, a year later I came here, in Miami, and auditioned for La Banda. That’s when I met the most amazing woman in my life, my lovely girlfriend. She was new to the country, too. I would like to bring her here, on stage, but you have to help me. Call her up with me, c’mon!”

Everybody started scanding my name. A heatwave spread along my body. I had a tangling sensation in my stomach. I had the feeling this would not be only a thankful speech. Anyways, I tried to caml myself down as I walked up on stage. When I got there, the audience started clapping and cheering. Chris stretched his hand out for mine. I went up to him and took his hand as he continued talking. “This woman, that I have the priviledge to hold hands with, is the best thing Miami could have given me. I remember the first time I looked in her eyes. I knew nothing would ever be the same again. Today not only we celebrate her being a woman, we celebrate our sixth anniversary.” At this point I was already crying and shaking. He turned to me, looked me in the eyes and went on." The way we met was so funny. I bumped into her, practically I fell on top of her. That was the best thing I could do. It changed my life forever. I am who I am because of you. You made me believe in everything I do, in everything I dream of. I can’t believe I had gotten so lucky to have you by my side. For six years we built a life I was used seeing only in movies. We have a beautiful home, that we rarely have the chance to enjoy. I hear ‘I love you’ everyday and that makes me the happiest man. You share my smiles, my tears, my dreams, my ups and downs. My life is perfect the way it is. There is only one thing missing, mi amor. That is a ring on you finger” as he said that he pulled out a velvet ring box from his pocket and got down on one knee. I started crying even more. My hand went up to my mouth. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. My feeling was right, there really was something happening behind my back, but all was worth it. The boys started jumping behind me, everyone started cheering. I looked at Chris, he was crying, too. I have imagined this moment so many times, but I never could have thought it would be that perfect. Chris started talking again, his voice cracking “Bebé, mi amor, mi vida, te casarías conmigo?”

My makeup was already ruined from all the tears. I couldn’t think, nor speak. I nodded and managed somehow to shout “Sí” before I threw myself around his neck. Everybody started cheering again. I was still shaking as he slipped the ring on my finger. He stood up and hugged me, sweeping me off of my feet. Zadbi screamed on his mic “She said yes”. The crowd was screaming, the band started to play ‘Primera cita’. As Chris put me down I saw Richard coming towards us shaking one big bottle of champaign. He opened it and started splashing it on us. At the same time Joel came towards me with one big bouquet of red roses. I wasn’t really realizing what had just happened to me. When I first came to America, when I went to Sony Music for my interview I never knew my life would change so much. But I wouldn’t trade for the world. That was the best night in my entire life. 

As we were walking down from the stage I looked up to the sky and saw a shooting star. “Make a wish” Chris said. “I have everything I could ever wish for.” I said. But I did make a wish upon the shooting star. I wished that every woman out there, no matter from where she is, would meet a man like Christopher one day. And that this man would take care of her and treat her like a queen, because all women deserve nothing less.

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Dime sí, bebé

It was Christmas eve. I loved that time of the year. All the presents, the festive spirit, all the cooking and all the happy children, all of those things always made me smile and anticipatingly wait for the holidays. 

As most of the five years of dating Chris, this year we were spending Christmas and New Years in Ecuador with his family. This year he insisted to bring along my family too. He didn’t take no as an answer. So here we were. My parents, his family and us two around the table. His mom made amazing dinner. The whole table was filled with food.She was amazing cook, no wonder from where Johnatan learned to cook.

For a few moments the only thing you could hear were spoons and forks hitting the plates. I have to admit though that Chris was strangely nervous all day and as the time was going by he was getting more and more nervous. A few times throughout the day I asked him what was going on and he simply made a silly excuse and changed the subject. But I could clearly see he was anxious for something. I thought it was because of my parents being present but yet he knew them for quite some time.

As the dinner went on and we finished our meals, little conversations kicked in. Johnatan and Chris were exchanging looks behind the camera, as the celebrity he was he was recording everything from morning to night. I was used to it already. I didn’t even acknowledge the camera rolling.

We talked for travelling, for food and a lot more but the looks between the brothers kept being exchanged. I decided to take their attention and bring them to the presents. That’s when Chris started questioning his brother with eyes. Like he had hidden a bomb in one of the boxes.

However, we started exchanging the presents and everyone started ripping paper and opening boxes. I loved how excited everyone was. Finally it was my turn. I opened present after present until there was only one left. 

“I want you to open it and tell me what you think” Chris said as he passed the camera down to his brother.

I smiled and ripped off the paper in one motion. I opened the box excited to see the present, instead I was met by another box. I opened it only to find another box. 

“Chris what did you do? How many boxes are there?”

“Just keep opening them” I did as I was told. After I had opened six bigger boxes, I was presented another one,the last, Cartier box. You know their red velvet box of rings and earing, I could never tell wrong a Cartier box.

“Oh, baby, you went back and took the earings I liked the other day.” I said surprised of how sweet he was. I opened the box expecting to see the blue diamond earings but it was empty. My face kind of dropped. I was confused already. Until Chris pulled something from his pocked and bit his lip. “To get your present you first have to say yes.” he said. At that moment everything started getting together and making sense. All those looks, all this nervousness had a reason. 

He got down on one knee and at that point I was already crying. He was holding the perfect diamong ring in his hand. I could see how the tears gloomed his eyes but he didn’t let them down.

“You have put up with me for five years and I can’t imagine where I would have been now if you weren’t next to me, surporting me every step of the way. I can’t imagine waking up to anyone else but you. You would make me the happiest man on Earth if you say yes. So I am going to ask you....Will you marry me? Will you be my Mrs. Velez?” 

Everyone remained silent for my answer. I was crying so much. I was happy, surprised and so many emotions battled in me. “Yes, of course I will. A thousand times yes.” I said. Everyone started clapping and cheering. He slipped the ring on my finger. Like it was made for my hand. I gave his lips a soft kiss and threw myself around his neck. That was the moment when he started crying too. I have never seen him cry. “Te quiero mucho, bebé” he whispered in my ear. “Yo te quiero también, mi amor.” I said. How could he be this perfect? How could this moment be so perfect? I couldn’t bring myself around how lucky I was with a man like him. 

When I looked closer on the ring, I found out that it was actually engraved. It said “Mi todo” just like he loved calling me and like I was saved in his phone. If that was a dream I could live in it forever.

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Play Balls/ Smut/romatinc

I was so tired. Being the boys’ makeup artist is for sure not so easy. I had to take so much makeup everywhere I go, and yet I loved every second of what I did. My team was consisting of me and two more people. They were in charge of the back up dancers and singers and I was in charge of the boys. I have to admit Joel and Christopher had the best skin to work with. I remember when I saw Christopher for the first time. I was freshly hired in La Banda and was in charge of all contestants’ first makeup. He came along with his ecuadorian charm and I almost lost it. Now two years later, I was travelling everywhere with them. I was the only one they let touch their faces with makeup brushes. I was proud of that fact.

Back to the present. It was 1 a.m. and I was almost ready packing all the makeup. Tomorrow was a big day. We were all going home for the holidays. My team had long ago gone to bed. I stayed to finish some stuff and lost track of the time. I was so tired, I could feel the black shades under my eyes forming. I was going down the hallway to get some fresh water to light myself up so I could have power to finish packing when I passed the hallway mirror. God I looked like a mess. My fuzzy red jumper was with little foundation stains, my tight bun wasn’t so tight anymore, my pencil skirt was killing me and my boots were for the moment the most uncomfortable thing I have ever worn. 

I just shook my head and silently thanked that nobody was around to see me. I continued my way down the hall when I heard “Hello beautiful?”. 

I made a few steps back and saw Christopher playing billard alone in one of the halls near my makeup room in the hotel.

“Why aren’t you asleep already? Tomorrow you will oversleep for the flight.” I said giggling.

“I had a giant cup of coffee earlier and now I am not able to sleep at all. I guess the stress and excitement of going home are playing their role there. Why are you awake?” he smiled at me with that charming half smile of his. Oh god how weak I felt in the knees.

“I am finishing packing the makeup. Almost done there.”

“Do you have a few minutes to spare? I don’t like playing alone.”

“Yes, I guess I have but I can’t play. I am pathetic at this game.” I bit my lip and I gotta admit it was not from embarassment. He was calling me beautiful here and there, winking at me, I wanted to see how far he was willing to go because I was ready to play untill the end.

“I can teach you. It’s nothing special, believe me. Come!” he said stretching his hand out for me. Okay, here we go. Two can play this game.

I walked up to him, he gave me the stick and started explaining what should I do. Actually I could play a little but one woman never reveals her means or secrets, does she? I nodded and tried hitting a ball but no luck. 

“You have to show me. I am so bad at this.”

I have the feeling that was all he was waiting for. He got behind me, put one of his hands on my waist, the other one over mine holding the stick. I could feel him fully pressed against me. He motioned me how to hit the ball and I felt him pressed against me ever more if that was possible in the exact position. I slightly turned my head towards him and licked my lips. The next thing I know, he was kissing me fiersly. “You are driving me nuts for months and months” he said. He licked my bottom lip but I didn’t let him in, insted I bit his lips. That is something I love doing, bitting lips. He seemed to like it too. His strong hands turned me so I could face him. Soon after he picked me up and placed me on the billiard table. 

“We can get caught by someone. There are cameras.” I said. “This is a hotel after all.”

“Isn’t it more turning on knowing we can get walked on any second” he answered not waving his eyes from my lips. He attacked them again. His big and strong hands traveled under my stained jumper, even under my lace bralet. I was so getting in the mood for some naughty nighty fun. I could see and feel his boner. It was hard to overlook it. I slowly unbuttoned his black shirt and then his jeans. My hand found its way down to the south of his body, inside his almost ripping boxers. The groun he gave when he felt my hand was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“You will remember this late night packing when I’m done with you” he said. The note of determination in his voice was enough to send me over the edge but that was not what happened. My skirt was soon unzipped and hitched up. My hand was still in his jeans. He gently stopped me from what I was doing and pulled my hand away. ‘By the way, the cameras aren’t working, they don’t have cables.” he said as he positioned himself so he could have the best acces to me. In one motion he ripped off my bikinies and entered me. His moves were slow but so determined. His mouth was next to my ear, kissing everywhere he could. I could hear his mutted grouns and heavy breathing. I was trying not to scream and he knew it and took advantage of it. 

“You’re so tensed.”

“I’m trying no the scream.”

“May be I want you to.”

Suddenly he pulled out, buttoned his shirt to hide over his erection and said “Pull the skirt down and come with me. Since I am alone in a room, there will be a lot of fun tonight. I am nowhere near finished with you” what happened in that room, well just thinking of it I get quite naughty. I bet he does too.

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Play balls part 2/ Velez imagine

I did as I was told. I pulled down my skirt,arranged my shirt, took my ripped panties from the floor and followed him. He was waiting for me with stretched out hand. I took it and let him lead me down the hallway.

“How come you are alone in a room?” I asked. Maybe he planned it. Either way I was happy of the outcome.

“Well, we are five and the hotel only had double rooms when we arrived so that’s how I got lucky to be alone” he winked at me. Oh boy how I wanted to jump on him just then and there. I didn’t have to wait long though. Soon we reached a room. Room  234 to be exact and very quickly he unlocked the door and we got inside. He had barely closed the door behind us when I found myself pressed against it. 

“I can’t wait any longer. I want you so much. I want to touch you, to kiss you, to taste you. You’ve been driving me crazy for so long. Just seeing you makes me hard.” he wispered in my ear. He pulled my shirt over my head and threw it demonstatively on the floor. Then he took off his shirt as well. “Take those clothes off before I loose control and ripped them all off.” he said.

I just bit my lip and looked him straight in the eyes. He thought he was in control of the situation but he was so wrong. I locked the door and gently started pushing him back untill he reached the end of the bed and fell on it. ‘You mean these clothes?” I said slowly unzipping my skirt. He just nodded. I could see the lust in his eyes. I took off my skirt and bra so slowly. I wanted to tease him as much as I could. “What about you? I am naked now but you’re still clothed.” I told him.

“Oh I see, you think I gave you the control. This is not the case baby.” He said. He quickly took me by the wrist and pulled me on top of him. I started straddling him and kissing his lips. “Your lips taste like strawberry”he laughed. “I call it lipstick, you call it strawberry”I told him.

Soon after he took me again and turned us over on the bed. He was on top, holding my hands above my head and kissing my neck slowly, making me desire him. His pulsing erection was rubbing against me ever so slightly, driving me nuts. ‘Take them off” I ordered. “No” he said. His lips traveled from my neck to my breasts to my bellybutton and then to my thights. He was kissing my inner thights and looked at me before his head went exactly where I wanted it to be. I moaned so loudly when I felt his tongue on my soft sensitive skin. I bit my lips so hard I almost drawed blood. “Ay dios mío! What you do to me! Don’t stop” the words were just going out on their own. “I don’t plan to stop all night. You’re so wet. Are you wet for me?”he whispered. His whisper sent shiver all over my body. I moaned in response. I felt his hand going between my legs instead of his tongue. His fingers found me and entered me in one swift motion. I was losing control of myself. His lips traveled back to mine. “You like what I do, ha?” “Oh yeah!” my answer was more of a moan than words. He felt me get tighter. He gave me his half smile and froze on his place. He pulled his fingers out and finally stood up to undress himself. His manhood was so hard. I sat up just as he was about to come back to the bed. “It’s not fair to tease me and then get what you want”I said. I bit my lips, something I do a lot, and he knew what I was up to. I licked him all the way up very slowly enjoying his groan. I gave a decent time to the tip of him and then,slowly to tease him, took him all the way in my mouth. His hands found their way to my head. His groans were getting heavier and havier along with his breathing. Just as suddenly as he did, I stopped. “Ven!” I motioned him with my finger to come to me. I backed on the bed and he quickly followed me. “You’re done!” he said. I one quick motion he entered me making me scream in pleasure. He was going fast and deep. I was experiencing pleasures I never new existed. Our lips were locked on each other, I was feeling the warmth of his hands all over my body. With every deep thrust he was touching my g-spot making me go crazy. He came close to my ear and wispered “I’ll make you cum with my name on your lips.” The warmth of his breath made me go into dellirium. I was so close. “You’re getting thighter baby” he said “If you stop now I’ll kill you. I am so close. Make me scream your name!” I told him. That gave him the motivation he needed.

He picked up the pace even more. His right hand snaked between us rubbing me. I totally lost it. I came hard. I threw my head back and really did scream his name without realizing it. “Yeah, just like that” he said. I felt him coming too. His groans made me feel the pleasure all over again. 

Exhausted, he fell beside me on the bed. “You know, I wanted to do this with you since you started working with us.”

“Why you didn’t approach me earlier then?”

“Because I never was alone in a room” he winked at me. “I promise you babe, the next time I see you alone in your makeup room, doesn’t matter before or after concert, you won’t get away with it. I’ll take you then and there!”

“I told you I still have some makeup to pack for tomorrow. You can always come help me.” I winked at him. My teritory, my rules.

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Ojo por ojo, dude (Play balls part 4) [requested]/smut

Argentina, Valentine’s day. The Más Allá tour was continuing on full speed. Two days ago we had landed in Argentina and went directly to the hotel. We had to use every spare minute to prepare everything for the concert. Renato had hired one new guy into our technicians’ team. Since his very first day on work, which was a few weeks ago when the tour started again after our break, he was trying to hit on me. I was staying away from him, because I new Chris wouldn’t like it. Yeah, that’s another little detail, me and Chris acted like a couple since the day in my makeup room and my scene of jealousy, but we kept in secret, because first it was not the best PR, and second- I was afraid I am not allowed to date any of the boys, though my boss was actually Renato and not the band.

Anyways, my ignorance wasn’t doing it’s job. Joseph, the new guy, was flirting with me every time he had a chance. He was nice looking guy, but he didn’t really interest me. I made that very clear to Christopher, but, even though he would never admit it, I knew it bothered him. He perfectly well knew that he couldn’t offer me more than a secret love affair at the moment, and I knew it too. But I was willing to take whatever he offered me, even if it was a few exchanged text messages. I had left myself fall for him, and now was too late to bring myself back to reality.

Christopher was showing me affection every time the moment was good. He was stealing a kiss here and there, a little butt slap, wink, a few whispered words in my ear when no one was watching. And there was a thrill and adventure in sneaking him in my room at night. We felt like high scholars sneaking out of class. But no visible signs were shown of a relationship and therefore Joseph wasn’t giving up. He was so stubborn.

“Hey lovely, how’s your day?”Joseph asked me, brushing a hair strand away from my face. With the corner of my eye I saw Chris looking at us from the other side of the backstage, while they were wiring his microphone for soundcheck.

“Tiring and really long.”I said “I dream for tonight when I will go to bed and sleep all night”

“Will you mind a company for tonight then?”

“You never give up, do you?” I looked across the room again, Chris was grinding his teeth, clearly frustrated from overhearing our conversation. 

“No! I won’t stop until you go out with me” Joseph said.

“Look Joseph, I really need to focus on my work so If you would be so kind to leave me alone would be for the best.” He wasn’t happy with my answer, but I wanted to get him away from me.

Through the rest of the day I was replaying Chris’s look in my head. I hoped it meant what I thought it did. Joseph left me alone, at least for the day, and I got so consumed into my work that I missed even the dinner. I grabbed a quick salad from the buffet and went directly to my room. I wanted to organize my stuff for the concert the next day, which was also Valentine’s day. I had bought something red and nice for after the concert. 

I had scattered sheets of paper all over my bed and was ordering them in complete perfection when Chris stormed into my room, slamming the door behind him and making sure he locked it.

“What was that all about today?” he asked. His voice was kind of angry and sounded so sexy to me.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. I knew what he was talking about, but I wanted to change the subject. “You know! Joseph and you seem way too close to me.” he said.

“Are you jealous? Is that all? I already told you I am not interested in him and he can talk his talks all he wants. It’s no use either way. He just doesn’t know for us and he thinks he can pursue me if he is persistent.” 

“Still, I don’t like it. I know you’re not happy with us hiding but I am not happy with him around you.”

“Oh God! Christopher stop! I told you already that you don’t need to be jealous. Grow up, please, and start to listen when I speak!” I was getting frustrated. 

“So you think I’m a kid, ha? Does the two years difference between us matter that much?” I just rolled my eyes and didn’t give him an answer. He came closer to the bed and threw all my sheets of paper on the floor. “What the f....” I could finish my sentence because he had already thrown me on the bed and started kissing me. “I’ll prove you that the difference is of no matter. I am not a kid.” He said as he took off his shirt. He reached for my scarf that was on the nearby chair and quickly tied my hands to the bed above my head. “What are you doing?”I asked him. “Don’t speak, don’t ask, close your eyes and just feel. Feel my touch, my kisses, feel me.” He said as he tore off my clothes and then took off his jeans and boxers. He started touching all over my body. It was getting so hot in that room. At one point I really closed my eyes and let myself absorb all the feels. His hand slowly traced a line from my lips to in between my legs. “Already so wet” he whispered in my ear as he slid two fingers in. He started kissing, biting and sucking on my neck. I desired him so much. I always did. I felt his erected manhood brush over my thigh. I would have helped him with it if my hands weren’t tied up. I let out a few loud moans. He smiled in the kisses he was giving me. His hand stopped pleasing me and found its way to my breasts. Soon after his tongue replaced his hand. I wanted to pull on his long hair and scream his name. I was biting my lips hard. His tongue was moving fast. My moans were getting uncontrollable. My body was shaking, I was so close. Never wavering from his habit, he stopped just as I was about to come. “I don’t want you to come, not now. I want you to come hard and on me.” he said. His voice was husky and sexy. His lips melted in mine. “Let my hands down!” I said. “No! Trust me, you’ll love it. Let me show you good sex.” he said as he slowly pushed himself all the way inside me. The wet sounds of our sex were too sexy for me at that very moment. He spread my legs as far as he could so I could feel him deep. He started slowly at first, kissing me in the meanwhile. His thrusts were getting harder and quicker each time he pulled out. It felt so good. His kisses, his warm touch, his breathless voice in my ear. “I love fucking your pussy, you know! I love when I feel you tighten around me and to know that I am the reason for it. It makes me enjoy the orgasm twice as much.”he whispered. “Oh God! I’ll let go, I can’t hold it anymore. Talk to me like that!” he didn’t hesitate and continued. “You like what I’m doing? I want to feel you even tighter, to feel  you come over me. Come on, let go baby! Let me know I am the reason you feel this pleasure.” That was the last I could take. I came so hard while he was still fucking me but at slower pace. His name escaped my lips. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling and biting his lips. His heavy breaths accompanied mine. I felt him letting go. His lips crashed on mine, muttering his screams. 

We stayed a few minutes like that kissing. He untied me after and I used the chance to pin him to the bed and hop on top of him. “Am I a kid?” he asked. “I never said you were one. But If you give one more jealous scene for this Joseph idiot, you won’t get laid for a long while.” I said as I crashed my lips on his. The night was nowhere near over.

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Esto es La Banda

I was looking at myself in the mirror. I was dolled up from head to toe. Three weeks had gone by since the auditions in La Banda. It was a premiere season of a show for musical talents. Five boys were about to be put in a group that would win a five year recording contract at the the end of the show. Along with the music, another competition was going down. The week before the opening of the life shows with the 12 finalist who were going to sing and fight for their dream, one of 5 girls would be crowned the new live shows makeup artist intern. 

The makeup competition wasn’t an easy one. We had to send a video of us doing a boy and a girl’s makeup. I was completely taken aback when I got a call from Laura Pausini herself telling me that I am chosen for the next round of the competition. A lot of the competitors were foreigners just like me. When I got the news that I continue, I didn’t hesitate, not one bit. I packed my suitcases and hopped on the first flight to the USA. The very next day after my arrival, I was already granted permission to do contestants’ makeup, as were the other girls. That same day I met a boy with warm brown eyes and wide heart melting smile. He was so nervous. He was alone there, came to the US to work and help his family. I was alone there, too, so we felt immediate connection. I gave him a quick touch up to hide the nervous sweating, gave him a few encouraging words and sent him on stage. 

He did amazing. Everyone loved him. I gave my vote for him, too. His name was Christopher Vélez. A name that turned to be in every girl’s dream. I worked with a lot of the contestants but with him I made quick friends. And here we were now. I was anxious to learn my future in the makeup competition and he was anticipatingly waiting the next challenge that would take him one step closer to the live shows. 

“Are you nervous?” I heard him say, as he came into my vision in the mirror.

“Super nervous! What if I don’t continue?” I turned to him.

“If you don’t continue, then they will loose one amazing and talented makeup artist. But I will not let you give up your dream. Remember what you told me on the auditions?” he was looking me directly in the eyes, and I have to admit, his eyes felt like home to me.

“I told you to close your eyes for a moment and think of what it would be like when you have already made your dream a reality.”

“Exactly! Now I am telling you the same! Just imagine it and believe in yourself because I believe in you.” he told me. My eyes filled with tears. I was overcome with emotions. I snuggled in his chest and felt his strong arms embrace me. I felt safe and calm in his embrace. The friendship between us was special, though sometimes, at night, I was thinking what it would be like if our friendship grows one step further.

I was friends with the other boys as well. They were all very talented and determined. But the other girls in my competition were always looking at me with questions and jealousy, according to me, when I was near Chris. While we were talking, sitting close to each other, while he was hugging me, all of the time I could feel their eyes burning the back of my head. He was very handsome guy, I understood them somehow why they were jealous. But all this rivalry outside of the competition was making me really anxious. But I couldn’t help feeling safe with him. My mind couldn’t wrap around the connection and the friendship we had.

It was so strange. How could you just see somebody and instantly feel a connection? How was it possible to fall in love with somebody when you haven’t even met him before, because I knew I was letting myself fall in love? I was wondering if he felt the same butterflies at night, thinking of me, of us, just like I did. I wanted to be lucky enough to share not only his hugs, but his kisses and his dream.  But every morning I was pushing those thoughts aside and was trying to earn my place next to him in the competition. I was fighting for my dream, and with his support it felt just a little easier.

A few more encouraging words to each other and were called out. The cameras were rolling. The boys were lined up next to the biggest wall in the room. We, the girls, were lined up across them. The judges stayed between us. Laura was smiling charmingly to all of us. The head makeup artist came in and “action” was called. The show was pure spanish but they spoke english for us since non of us five spoke spanish. 

“Hello girls.” She said. As head of the makeup team she was non stop with her belt of brushes on. “You are five, but only four will participate in the last challenge. I want to say that I am really proud of all of you. You showed amazing results and desire and love for what you do. I would like to give all of you a chance to work with me, but the place is only one.The first three girls that stay in the competition are...”the pause she made seemed eternity to me. “Marie, Leslie and Dana. Congratulations, you continue!” Cold sweat ran down my back. Only me and the girl that I was sharing a room with, Jessie, were left. I didn’t think I was as good as her. My eyes were fixed on Chris, searching for his encouraging brown gaze. “Y/n I am sorry...” she stopped for a second. I looked at Jessie and back at Chris. He seemed as nervous as me at that exact moment. “I am sorry that you will not see your family for a long time,because you continue ahead” she finished. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. 

My tears started falling down on themselves. Jessie gave me a quick goodbye and left, clearly feeling sad and frustrated. I couldn’t calm or control myself. I was crying so hard. I kneed down and hid my face in my hands. Suddenly I felt a warm embrace and a familiar scent on me. I looked up and saw Chris kneeling down to me. He got me up and I threw myself at him. I buried my head in his neck still crying. Everyone started clapping and I heard Laura go “aawww”. He had to go back to the boys so I let go and went behind the scenes to the other girls. They didn’t seem happy to see me and not Jessie.

The competition for the boys continued. Three band leaders were chosen, then they chose their bandmates. The not chosen boys formed the fourth band. Then we entered the scene once again and the band members had to choose with who of us they wanted to work. Christopher said something to Aaron, the leader of his band and I was chosen for them. I knew the girls would go behind my back and talk nonsense, but as long as I had Chris’s support and he had mine it was all going to be good. No matter how our friendship will be, one step further or not, I knew he was behind my back and that was the important.

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Jelous (Play balls part 3)

We were on the go again. Time goes so fast. Remeber that night with Christopher, that was like a month ago. We had amazing time with our families but duty was calling us in action. Before our vacation, the boys almost finished filming the video for their song “Mamita”. The last few scenes with the hired models were about to take place. I had to get on the set three hours before everyone else to prepare everything so when they come in to quickly do their makeup and send them in front of the cameras.

I have to admit the girls weren’t that bad at all. They all had lovable personalities. But I wasn’t keen on the fact watching Chris act like he’s all into another girl. During this month break we were constantly on the phone, on facetime and all sorts of apps. We may have had some phone-crazy nights but I was expecting more when we came back. 

Well, nothing happened. We didn’t even see each other. Straight out of the plane, I was running errands, he was doing press with the boys. Renato was driving me crazy with tasks for the next day. It was crazy. I am not going to lie to anybody, I wanted to see Chris, because I wanted to see how far we will take it. I am all in for more crazy nights. 

But, as you can think, the moment I smelled the pillow, I was out. The next morning my alarm went off in 4 a.m. That was a real punishment for me. The first thing I did, after I took a shower and made myself look like a human again, was to take a giant cup of coffee. I went to set, downstairs in the hotel lobby, and made sure everything was ready.

“You’re up too early” I could recognize that voice from far.

“I am a working woman. Why are you awake?”

“I thought I can come see you. We haven’t talked face to face in a while” he said coming close to me. A little too close for this early in the morning. It was around six already, people were waking up, he didn’t seem bothered at all.

“What’s wrong? The last time I was this close to you, you told me not to stop touching.” he laughed.

“Reanto is going to come down any minute. He’s my boss ,it would be the end of my career if he sees me making out with you.”

“Who said anything about making out?” he winked at me, closing the distance even more.

“Good morning” all five girls were coming towards us. They were ready to get dolled up. I was ready for something else but work is work. Chris smiled at them, winked at me and left.

The rest of the day went on fast. The makeup was done to all five girls and all five boys. The scenes were shot and a wrap of the video was announced. I was grumpy all day, looking at everyone like a thunder cloud, especially at the model acting with Chris. It was getting late and everybody left for dinner. I wasn’t hungry at all, I wanted to go off on somebody and that kind of consumed my appetite. I was minding my own business with my eyeshadows when the door behind me opened. 

“What’s been with you all day?” Christopher walked in his almost sheer shirt.

“Nothing. I am perfectly fine!” I told him not even looking up at him. Before I could manage to snatch a look at him in the mirror, I felt him embracing me from behind. “Something is up with you and I can see it. Is it because of that model-actress hitting on me?” his breath was close to my ear. His strong hands hugging me, especially from behind, didn’t help at all. 

“Maybe it is.” I said “I thought we would at least have 10 minutes to talk about what happened. I mean was it a one night stand or we can repeat it. Doing it through the phone doens’t count.”

“So you are jelous. Is this why you’re so grumpy all day?” he kind of laughed. Two options were here. Either I would kick him in the balls, or I would do something better with them. “There’s no need to be jelous of her. She’s gone and I am here with you. And I am getting quite in the mood for something fun to do.” His words were like music to my ears. Boy if he knew how wet I was in that moment. “I told you I’ll get you in your makeup room. I’ll show you who I want and what I want.” he wispered in my ear while slowly sliding his hand down my body. He started kissing my neck, I made the mistake to tell him I loved it, his hand finished its traveling between my legs. Slow and quiet breaths escaped my lips. I could clearly feel how hard he was. His other hand easily found its way under my shirt. My jeggings turned out not to be a problem for him. His hand,the more curious one of his two, pulled them down along with my underwear. “You seem to have the thing of being wet around me” he said. “What about your hardness around me?” I whispered in response. “Let’s take care of both my hardness and your wetness, what you say?” He didn’t need my answer, he already knew it. His hands stopped pleasing me only to bent me forward on my desk full of scattered brushed and shadows. I could see in the mirror how he was bitting his lips. He wasn’t afraid of the fact that it wasn’t that late and anybody could walk into the room and catch us doing it. 

Slowly and teasingly, as he obviously liked it, pushed himself all the way in. I let out the breath I was holding. His hands found their previous places again. “You like it?” He said. Oh boy, I loved it. 

“Si!”

“I see you’re getting better with your Spanish!”

“You’re my motivation to learn it. How else am I going to drive you crazy?” I managed to say in between my mutter moans. We were trying to be extremely quiet. But it was hard task for both of us. 

“Do you believe me now that I want you and not her?” he said in the meanwhile pushing in all the way in everytime. “You have to try harder if you want me to believe you.” I said

“Harder, you say?! You won’t be able to stand on your feet after.”

“Vamos a ver!”

He smiled and started making quicker movements with his hand between my legs. The sounds of my wetness and his heavy breathing were filling the room. I could tell he was enjoying every moment of it and that was all I wanted. His trusts were getting quicker until, yet again, he stopped and pulled out. His strong hands grabbed my waist and turned me face to face with him. He lifted me up so I could sit on the desk and spread my legs to give him full access. His lips were looking so delicious. He entered me without explanations or questions. His lips attacked mine, or mine attacked his. I couldn’t tell exactly but the kisses were deep just like his thrusts. Again his hand found its usual place in between my thights. I felt the pleasure building up in my lower stomach. His breath became even heavier. I could feel it in our kisses. His body was shaking. The sounds of sex were filling the room. The scent of doing something so risky was doubleling up the pleasure. I felt myself getting tighter. 

“You’re gonna loose it, I can feel you.” he said

“I don’t believe you will last longer than me” I snapped back immedeatly. Just a few more thrust, a few more shared kisses and a few more let out heavy breaths we both came hard on each other. We stayed there kissing for a few more minutes, getting our forces back. Just a minute was enough to arrange our clothes as they were when Renato came into the room, looking for me to arrange tomorrow’s packing. We shared a quick look with Chris. Knowing we could have been walked on just for a minute made all the expirience even better. 

I didn’t want Renato to stay in that room so I reassured him I’ll pack everything so tomorrow it could be loaded and sent to the next city we were visiting. As he was walking out followed by me, Chris took my hand and whispered in my ear “Do you believe me now?”