#cnchoes

[waegot7]

Beautiful angel; Joel Pimentel

Your eyes flutter open to the feeling of soft lips pressing kissses to your shoulder, strong arms around your waist squeezing you tight. You smile to yourself, wishing you could wake up to this every single morning. But that’s not possible when you’re dating a famous musician. The constant touring and travelling the world makes it hard to get to spend time with him. But you knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating him. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Not only is the distance and the whole touring thing a problem in your relationship but so is the fact you aren’t allowed to tell anyone besides your families and your close friends about your relationship. It sucks big time. when you’re in love, especially in the honey moon stage, you want to let everyone know about your love for each other. Hell, you want to shout it from the rooftops. You are his and he is yours, why can’t they just let you be you and not hide your love and adoration for each other?

Management went as far as giving you guys rules to follow. Rules such as ‘Not be seen in public together’ or ‘No social media interaction with each other’ are only a few of the extremely long list you randomly recieved one day. He was fuming and infuriated when you told him. But there was nothing he could do to change that.  A contract is a contract and you just have to accept it.

“I don’t want to get up.” his sleepy morning voice brings you back to reality. You feel his long lashes on your cheeks as he lifts himself up to kiss your cheek. Mornings like this are your favourite. He gets to sleep as long as he needs to sleep, he relaxes for once and you get to cuddle him and shower him with the love you weren’t able to give to him when he was all over the world.

“Who says we have to get up?” you ask, turning your body sao you’re facing him. He is beautiful. Everys single minute of the day. But there’s just something about his looks in the morning. Tired eyes, puffy lips, disheveled hair and a lazy smile on his lips. And eventhough he is always beautiful, seeing him so messy and all over the place just proofs that he is actually human. You need to remind yourself of that way too often. He just seems too good to be true when in reality you’re just a lucky bitch blessed with this angel in your life. 

He grumbles, eyebrows furrowing together. “My stomach literally demands that we get out of bed and into the kitchen, there are two options; option 1: we stuff our faces with anything edible we find in the kitchen or option 2: you get up, make your lovely and insanely attractive boyfriend some breakfast and bring it up here. I dont’ know about you but I like the sound of option 2.”

And if it isn’t already obvious that you’re compeltely whipped, it should be by now. Of course you get up and wander into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you two. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for the dorky Mexican. Especially after a long ass world tour, lack of food and sleep and a very skinny looking Joel. Making breakfast is the least you cold do for him.

“Mr Pimentel, breakfast is served and ready to be eaten.”

“Where is it my lady?”

“Downstairs, duh.”

“But I want breakfast in bed.” he pouts like a little baby.

“I love you and all but you’re not getting food all over my bed and we all know that you can’t eat properly to save your life. Now come on, move your cute butt.”

Still pouting he walks over to you, taking your hands in his and making his way into the kitchen. You went all out with the breakfast. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, yoghurt, some orange juice and coffee. You swear you can see literal heart eyes appear on his face when he sees what you made for him. He smiles softly, laying a hand over his heart. “Wow, dios mio. Amor, you’re the best. Te amooooo.” he giggles completely enamored, hugging you and kissing your lips softly. Satisfied with his reaction, you guys take a seat and dig into the amazing smelling food.

The rest of the day is spend with cuddling, watching Netflix (cause that’s 1 out of two options after eating a ton of food according to Joel) and telling each other stories about stuff the other missed out on. While he is telling you about how furious he was when someone invaded Zabdi’s privacy (the poor gentle giant really did not deserve that) you took the time to take all of him in. The way his lips move, the way his eyes grow big when he tells you something unbelieveable to him, the way he moves his arms around when telling stories and how he always seems to mess with his hair, cause that’s just his thing. It’s moments like these you treasure the most with him. Just you and him and nobody else. No rules, no fans, no hate, no one telling you what to do. Just Joel and you, completly drowning each other with your love. There’s nothing more beautiful than this.

[waegot7]

Love Will Keep You Up All Night

Title: Love Will Keep You Up All Night (my boys the backstreet boys inspired me kinda)

Words: ~1.4K

Pairing: Rich x female reader

Notes: An imagine about Richuki being a soft emo boy

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„What do you mean you can’t tell her? She’s your girlfriend loco.” We’ve been through this at least 500 times, but the boys will never understand. Not that I understand what my actual problem is but it’s whatever. Joel sits down next to me, a confused look on his face. He probably wonders why I think it’s so hard to tell my girlfriend I love her. To him it’s easy. Not that he throws the l-word around without actually meaning it – he ‘s not that type of guy. But to him, when you really love and care deeply for a girl, it’s the easiest thing ever. No big deal, right?

Wrong, to me it is a fucking big deal. “It’s just… hard.” I sigh, scratching the back of my neck, something I tend to do a lot whenever I feel nervous or anxious. I feel a warm hand come down on my shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. Zabdiel. He always makes me feel... safe. In a non-weird way. He is the dad of the band and he truly deserves that title. He is a love guru as well. Whatever you ask him, he has an answer or some sort of advice. “You know, I kinda understand where you’re coming from loco, but… how is it so easy to you, to talk to us about her and telling us every single thing you love about her but you struggle telling her just a simple ‘I love you’?”

 It falls silent for a few minutes. Zabdi is right. Why can’t I just tell her? I tell the boys all the time how much I love her and what exactly I love about her. I talk about her like she’s a fucking goddess, which she absolutely is but whenever I want to tell her how I feel about her, my brain stops working and no words are coming out of my mouth. “Ay papa, you have some problems.” Chris chuckles, sitting down in front of me. He reaches forward, giving my other shoulder I slight punch, making me look up at him. He sends a tight-lipped smile my way. “Loco, love is scary. Because you lose self-control in some kind of way. This one person suddenly has complete power over you and there’s nothing you can do. Saying your feelings out loud? Fucking scary as well. Like dios mio. But to solve your problem bro, we need to find out why exactly you are afraid you know?”

 And suddenly I burst “Whenever I stand in front of her, I feel so intimidated. She’s so perfect, she’s a goddesss, I, I don’t know how to act around her. Of course I’m always myself, because I feel so comfortable with her. But… like I can’t tell her because I know she deserves better. She deserves someone who can give her the world, who will always be right beside her… and I can’t give that to her, I know that. But as long as I don’t say my feelings out loud… it’s easier to let go. It’ll hurt less when she finally dumps me after she realises what any other dude could give to her.” I sigh, feeling tears burning in my eyes. The thought of losing her makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry my eyes out.

 “You’re just afraid of getting your ego hurt. Bro, everyone can tell that she is head over heels for you. She wants YOU. You Richard, not Chris, not Zabdi, not me and not Renato. No one else but you. Telling her, makes you vulnerable. And you and your macho mentality just can’t deal with that. You mistake vulnerability for weakness. In my eyes it shows strength. But whatever. You’re just messing this up for yourself.” Joel is beyond pissed. I don’t know what caused that change in behaviour but he usually only gets this worked up over stuff that’s important to him. I guess my happiness is something he really cares about. I get up, walking out of the room, telling them I need to get out for a bit. Cooling off is the only right thing to do right now.

 I walk up and down the side walk, thinking about everything the boys told me. They are right. Every single one of them. It’s not that I am too proud to tell her. I am scared to show weakness. Because I’m a dude and I need to be strong at all times, at least that’s what I thought. Especially when I’m around my girl. But that’s bullshit, I know that now.

She’s home and at home I can cry, scream, shout, break down… and everything would be alright eventually. She’s my rock, she would never judge and always be there when I need it. So I call her, needing to hear her voice to calm me down.

 “Hey Rich, how was your day?” her voice is sweet like honey and just hearing it puts me at ease. “Hey baby girl, my day was alright. But I really needed to hear your voice.” I confess, slowly but surely letting my walls down. “What happened hun?” I fucking hate cliché petnames but with her, I fucking love it. So I tell her all about my day. How rehearsals didn’t work out  and how bad Erick and his bad jokes annoyed me today. She can tell right away that something else is bothering me. Erick never annoyed me. “What really happened baby? You know you can tell me. I hear it in your voice there’s so much more to it then just angel face Erick and his lame ass jokes.”

 I chuckle a little. I can’t help it, that’s how she makes me feel. After thinking about it for a second, I finally take a deep breath, telling her everything. “You know how I never tell you I love you? Of course you do, I see it in your eyes how disappointed you are every time you think I might say it. And I’m sorry. It’s just… I love you. I love you so fucking much it scares me. You’re so intimidating to me. You’re perfect, a goddess and I’m just me. A rockstar, touring the world, making you wait at home for me. You could have any guy. Any guy could give you everything I will never be able to give to you. I wouldn’t even be mad if you dumped me because of that. All I want is for you to be happy. So I decided it would be easier if I never told you that I love you. That I love the weird faces you pull whenever there’s a camera in your face, how you always put me in a better mood by either tickling me or blowing raspberries on my belly. How you always put everyone else before you and how you look when you wake up in the morning. I was so afraid to tell you, because I thought you might reject me. I.. now you know. I hope I didn’t fuck this up.”

She is silent for way too long. My heart beats so loud, I feel like I’m about to collapse. But right before I get the chance to hang up and drown in self-pity, she replies. “Richard. Dios mio, you’re crazy.”

 “Yeah, I heard that quite a few times today.” I chuckle nervously. Where is this going?

 “Listen, I love you. With all my heart. You being intimidated by me? Are you crazy? Have you looked in the mirror my dear? If anyone should be intimidated, it should be me. But I get where you’re coming from. And honestly? There’s no reason for you to worry. I love you, I love you, I love you. No one ever will capture my heart like you do. I’m yours, completely. Stop telling me I could have anyone. All I want is you. And now tell me you love me too, cause I really wanna hear it, and go out there and make your CNCOwners happy. Don’t let the poor girls and boys wait much longer.”

 Her words just remind me once again why I chose her. Why I let her and not any other girl in my life. She’s it. The love of my life. “I love you amor, I love you so much. Thank you for everything. You saved my day last minute. Now go to sleep princessa, it’s late. I love you.”

 “Okay daddy, love you too.”

 “AY PAPA, I have to go on stage! Stop calling me that!”

 “Calling you what? Daddy?”

 “BRO, SHUT UP!”

[waegot7]

I’m Only Human

Written in Richukis POV

I am exhausted.

Completely drained.

Emotionally and physically.

Just tired.

Touring the world and being a musician has always been my dream. But it was so fucking hard. Not enough sleep, little to no food for at least 2 days, constant working out in some way. I’ve never felt so weak in my life.

The boys and I just finished yet another amazing show and we’re now sitting backstage, drinking water and trying to relax for at least five minutes. All of us are completely worn out. Does anybody care? No fucking way. Our families do, but that’s it. The label and the management just want us to keep going and give 101%. That it is almost impossible if there are no breaks - not acceptable.

Today is not my day. I mean my performance was good but… I felt dizzy ever since I got up this morning.

Dizzy and nauseous.

But whatever, the show had to go on. Right now though, everything is a blur. My vision is blurred, my head pounding, heart beating so fast for no reason. Sweat starts to form on my forehead, my arms and hands shaking. I am so out of it, I don’t even release my girlfriend walking up to me. Her hand shakes my shoulder slightly, a worried expression on her beautiful face. “Richard? Baby, are you alright?” I hear her loud and clear but something’s stopping me from replying.

Suddenly, she pulls me up and into her arms but that is just the last straw. I feel my legs giving out, my vision going black. I fall to my knees, my breathing erratic. All I can hear is my loud as hell heartbeat and the people around me calling my name over and over. My eyes get teary, the whole situation overwhelming me. “Get away from him! You’re suffocating him. I can handle this.” I hear her raise her voice, which she rarely does before she lays me down on the ground, my head on her lap.

Soothingly she moves her hand up and down my back, her other hand playing with my hair. And suddenly I can’t fight the exhausting I’m feeling anymore, and I just give in, falling asleep right then and there.

 “Don’t you understand Clara?! He passed out due to all the stress, malnutrition and sleep deprivation! Fuck going to Europe, let him sleep for once. Dios mio.” My eyes are still closed but I’m not asleep anymore. Hearing her worrying about me so much, makes me feel bad. She has enough on her plate. Worrying about me shouldn’t be one of these things. “Babe, I know. I’m worried, believe it or not. But we have a schedule and we have to work through it.” Clara’s voice is soft. I know she cares a lot about us and our health. She’s just doing her job. But my baby is right. Enough is enough.

This has never happened to me before. Passing out due to all the pressure that is put on us. Usually I handle it really well.Just imagine what would’ve happened if I passed out on stage. That would’ve caused a whole lot unnecessary drama.

“Can you leave us alone?” she sounds defeated. She knows there’s nothing she can do about it. What she doesn’t know though is that she already did so much for me by just being here and taking care of me. “Of course, but please wake him up and get him into the bus as soon as possible, okay?” She just hums in agreement and I hear Clara leaving the room.

After a few moments of complete silence, I decide to “wake up”. As I slowly open my eyes, to be met with her worry filled ones. They’re puffy, red and glassy. She’s been crying. My heart drops at her sight.

Hectically I sit up, grabbing her face in my hands. “Mi vida, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I try to wipe the remaining tears away, before she stops my hands and looks at me in disbelief.

“Are you out of your mind?! Stop worrying about me pendejo! Lay down, you need to rest!” Her hand pushes against my forehead to get me to lay down once again. I decide not to fight it, knowing it’s for the best. “Can you just stop worrying about everyone else for one minute and actually take care of yourself? Richard, this is not healthy! You fucking passed out! I was so worried, I didn’t know what was going on! And seeing you so lifeless… it scared me so fucking bad.” Tears are now uncontrollably flowing down her face.

I try my best, in the position I am in, to calm her down. Kissing her hands and fingers, caressing her thighs, twirling strands of her hair around my fingers.

Eventually she calms down, smiling weakly down at me. “I’m sorry I lashed out on you. I just, I really worry about you. I knew you guys weren’t eating or sleeping much but today… I knew it was bound to happen to one of you eventually. You guys are exhausted, it’s so obvious. But I also know there’s nothing we can do about it. Just… can you promise me you will take care of yourself from now on? And tell tge boys to do the same? I know how hardworking you are but pleas- “I cut her off with a kiss on her lips. A kiss full of love and passion. All my feelings are put into the kiss.

I hope she can tell by it how thankful I am to have her here. It’s a nice feeling having someone looking out for you occasionally, because usually I am the on looking out for everyone else. She places her hands on my cheeks, pulling me closer, her worry slowly fading.

As I pull away, she lets out a whine, pouting her lips. She looks adorable. “Let’s get into the bus, okay mami?” I ask, pressing my forehead to hers.

“Let’s go papi.”

 “Can we cuddle?”

“As long as you want to baby boy.”

“Kisses?”

“How could I say no to you? But don’t forget to rest alright?”

“Baby all I need is you. You’re my cure.”

[waegot7]

Comfort; Christopher Velez

Words: 1.2K

Pairing: female reader x Christopher Velez

Plot: Chris has a bad day and wants nothing more than to be left alone. But his girlfriend is not having any of it and they decide to take a shower together where she washes his hair and body... and he realises how much he actually loves her.

Warnings: pure fluff and a soft lil baby called Chris

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„Hey hermosa, I’m on my way home.” I tell my girlfriend over the phone, rubbing my tired eyes with the back of my hand as I walk to my Uber.

 “Already? Not that I mind, because I love having you at home, but weren’t you supposed to stay for at least another two hours?” she asks curiously and I can envision her brows furrowing, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip. Her nervous habit.

 I let out a deep sigh, taking off my beanie, messing with my already messed up hair that needs to be washed as soon as possible. But all the stress and pressure put on us just didn’t really allow much time to ourselves. Since no promo had to be done, I don’t need to really care about my appearance. And although it sounds completely wrong, there are just times where I don’t give a fuck about it at all.

 “I’m fine hermosa. Don’t worry.” I don’t know why I even try and lie to her. She can tell right away that I‘m not fine. She knew the answer to her question before she even asked it. Talking about what is wearing me down is probably the best thing to do but at the moment I just want to go home, take a shower, eat some food and sleep. I appreciate her worrying about me, but sometimes all this overwhelmes me. She overwhelmes me with how she loves me. It’s ridiculous but when you’re used to one night stands with 0% emotions and love involved, then you kind of grow cold. Your heart grows cold.

 She says something to me, which I don’t really listen to – my thoughts somewhere else - and hangs up the phone leaving me in complete silence in the back of the uber.

 When her apartment complex comes in sight, I hand the man the money and a generous tip, before climbing out of the vehicle and slowly but surely walking towards our home. My mind is still occupied with everything that went wrong today and how I have to find an excuse so she wouldn’t force me to talk to her about it.

 As I walk through the front door, I call out her name, telling her I am home and when I get no reply, I’m honestly relieved. Silence is all I want right now. No nagging girlfriend that worries all the time, just some time for me and myself. I drag my exhausted body into our bedroom, slowly peeling off my skinny jeans, the shirt I’m wearing following shortly after. When my boxers are the last item to clad my body, I move to the bathroom, completely looking forward to a relaxing shower. The absence of my girl did confuse me but it left my mind as soon as it entered, I just can’t really focus on anything else but a shower.

 When I step into the bathroom, I am scared shitless. There she is, standing and getting ready for a shower herself. She hears my gasp, lets out one herself, as scared and surprised as I am, but sends a smile my ways as soon as she realises it’s just me. “Oh, hey babe.” She smiles, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. It’s not that we haven’t seen each other naked before, it’s just… we’ve never showered together. Having sex or making love to each other is a complete different type of intimacy than seeing each other naked in the most domestic way there is.

 “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here. I’ll just wait in the bedroom ‘til you’re rea-“ I mumble but she cuts me off motioning for me to get into the shower with her. “What? Look, I’m really not in the mo-“ yet again, she cuts me off. “Chris, you clearly have a lot on your mind right now. Let’s take a relaxing shower together. No funny business, no talking, just showering and letting the water wash away all our worries.. how does that sound?”

Without verbally replying, I grab her hand and lead her into the shower, turning on the water a quite high temperature. “Is it too hot?” I ask although we said we wouldn’t be talking but I still care and worry about her wellbeing. Whipped. She looks deep into my eyes and all I see is love and happiness. Her eyes have this spark. Before I met her, I never understood people talking about others having THAT spark in their eyes and all this love stuff. But now, I understand. Because I see it with her every day.  As she looks up to me with this innocent smile, sparkling eyes and radiating pure love… I actually feel bad for being distant with her a few minutes prior.

 Yet again I let out a deep sigh, placing my hands softly against her cheeks. “Hey.” I whisper, my forehead touching hers, lips brushing as I talk. “Hey handsome.” She replies, pressing the softest kiss on my lips. “I just… I’m sorry for being off with you earlier. I didn’t mean to be rude.” My gaze lands on the floor of the shower, being ashamed of my actions, although nothing bad happened. “Shh. Let’s forget about all that okay? You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready. Now we just focus on calming down.” I nod my head, kissing her rosy lips once again.

 After twenty minutes of standing in the shower, just starring at each other with love and affection, I reach over her to grab my shampoo. But her tiny hand, compared to mine, stops my movements. She takes the bottle and squirts some of its content on the palm of her hand. And all of a sudden she turns me around, my back facing her and starts massaging the shampoo into my hair and scalp. It feels so good, I feel like I’m on cloud nine. I close my eyes, drowning in the pleasure, I never knew I could feel by someone washing my hair. It feels like I’m floating, absolutely surreal. Her hands are combing through my locks, putting quite a bit of pressure on my scalp and dios mio, washing my hair never felt so good.

 When she stopped, I am close to complain, but then she takes the shower gel and starts spreading it all over my body. Her hands massage my shoulder blades, my neck, my arms, my legs… and even my butt, the cheeky little shit. She literally spends half an hour washing my body, my hair and placing kisses on my back and shoulders. Basically showering me with her love.

 As she starts to wash off all the shampoo and bubbles, I sowly turn around, eyes drowsy, my body feeling tired in the best way ever. She still has that small smile on her lips and I swear, I’m falling in love with her all over again. I feel so incredibly loved right now, I honestly have to hold back my tears, feeling so incredibly lucky and happy that someone actually took some of their precious time to make me feel special.

I’ve never had a girlfriend be so gentle and giving. I’ve never had anyone to make me feel this way. My life was based around casual fucks in every city we went to. No feelings involved, heart grew stone cold. But she managed to knock me off of my feet, to make me feel loved, to teach me how to love and to make me feel like I’m the most precious thing to her.

 And in this moment I know, there’s nothing and no one in this world I would rather have than this woman. No matter how much we fight, no matter how annoying she is… she is my number one, my rock, the one person I can completely rely on. And that my people, is pure love.

 “Te amo mi princessa. Te amo muchissimo.”

[waegot7]

Belong to U - Yashua imagine

Title: Belong to U (listen to Yashua’s song Belong to U)

Words: 1.7K

So literally an imagine written about Yashua inspired by his song. English is NOT my first language so I’m very sorry if I made any mistakes... I really try my hardest. Also I know that my writing is not good. At all. But I really enjoy wirting down my thoughts and all my day and night dreams about the sexy mafucker Yashua and also my papis CNCO. You don’t have to like it, don’t worry. Tell me what you think and let me know if I should continue posting my work on here. I can easily keep it to myself lol

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I never wonder if you want to, yeah

You make it as clear as possible

“And you’re really sure you want this?” he asked, his eyes looking into mine hoping to find an answer in them. He was stupid for asking anyways, he knew the answer.

“Yes, Yashua. Why wouldn’t I be sure about this? Is there something I should know?” your question clearly surprised him. Are you doubting him now after he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut and let his insecurities speak for him?

“No, never. I mean, there’s nothing you don’t know. All my guards are down, I wouldn’t dream of lying to you.” His voice was shaky, hands moving their way to your face holding it, making you focus on the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen in your life. He is in a fact a masterpiece, it’s clear as day.

“Then Yashua, yes. Yes, I want to be with you. Yes, you might not have the best reputation and people love running their mouth about you. Deal with it. Cause I can handle it. I know you’ve slept with multiple women before and yes, you are totally capable of being a fucking asshole. But guess what?” your hands were now on his forearms, giving them a reassuring squeeze. He looked at you expectantly, a small smile found his way on his lips. He knew what was about to come.

“What?” he smirked, his voice sounded almost breathless. That’s just what you did to him. Every day, 24/7. “I don’t give a fuck about other people or what others think about you, me and us. I’ve seen you at your worst, I know that you can be the most disgusting douchebag ever. But I also know you’re vulnerable and lovable site. The site only your family… and me get to see. Although I don’t like some of your acts you put up to come across cool or whatever-“ he almost started to wheeze.

“… but I love you. All of you. The good and the bad. There’s no such thing as being perfect but you’re pretty damn close. At least to me. In my eyes you’re perfect. You bad sides are a part of you and I accept and respect you exactly the way you are. I wouldn’t want to have you any other way. Now stop this interrogating shit, I love you, I don’t think I can make it any clearer. Get that into your head, you dumbass or else…” you softly kissed his plump, rosy lips, pulling away shortly after to look him in the eyes. You needed to make sure he finally understood what he meant to you. And by the way he was smiling, you could tell he knew. Mission completed.

“Or else what? Huh shorty?” he asked, eyebrows raised, stupid smirk on his lips. Your hands wandered to the nape of his neck, pulling him down and closer to you. “No sexy time for 5 months, I swear to god.” You answered, a serious look on your face. You could never survive 5 months without intimacy, especially when your boyfriend is as hot and sexually frustrating as Yashua Camacho. But you loved messing with him, so why not?

His smirk fell, eyes growing big. He couldn’t quite believe what he heard. The look upon your face just confused him so much more.  “You don’t mean it.” And when a laugh escaped your lips, it was obvious to him, that he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself for such a long amount of time.

And I know it’s hard sometimes

We don’t see eye to eye

But as years go by, I know

I belong to U

Shouting at each other, slamming doors and sleeping alone in your usually shared bed… that’s all you’ve been doing lately. It got to the point in your relationship where you both are used to each other and everything seems to go south. It’s been two years and although it started out great, it really started to drain you. Emotionally. Yashua didn’t make it easier for you.

All he did was go out to different clubs, letting beautiful women grind on him (he never dared to touch them or else you would’ve cut off his dick), spending time with his friends only, completely abandoning you and you were sick and tired of it.

You were desperate for an answer. Was this the end? Or would you guys be able to work through this? Not really knowing were else to go to, you drove to his mom. She became somewhat a second mother to you ever since you and Yashua got serious. So when you arrived at her front door, tears running down your face, she pulled you into her embrace, holding you close and letting you cry into her shoulder. When you told her, she seemed to understand. Your worries, your doubts but also your unconditional love for her stupid baby boy. And she tried, she really tried to cheer you up. But like everyone else, she knew it took more than just encouraging words to mend a broken heart. Because that’s what it was. Broken. And so were you.

Days went by and Yashua’s behavior didn’t change. You never stopped caring but you just started to ignore him and all his stupid antics. You needed to live your life and stop worrying about him. Uni work piled on your desk for weeks, because your mind was always way too preoccupied with your boyfriend. You had to get your shit together and throw yourself into work. You couldn’t let a guy control your life like that. If he didn’t notice how miserable he made you feel, why should you care about him?

He noticed though. You tear stained face, how your face was pale and drained from all happiness, your eyes lost their spark he loved oh so much. He noticed and he hated himself for making you feel this way. He knew he was a fuck up. He knew he couldn’t make this work. Having you and being happy with you was too good to be true.

But at one point, when he almost drowend in self-hatred and self-pity, he found himself on his mom’s doorstep. Eyes bloodshot from all the tears he cried, heart aching in his chest. She wanted to be mad at him for breaking your heart, but on the other hand… he had to be there for him. She would eventually talk some sense into him but for now she had to hold him and be there for him.

She told him everything. How you came over and cried your eyes out as soon as she held you. The way you felt, how broken you are, how much you doubted yourself. And he almost wanted to shout at her and tell her “Wow mom, thank you for literally nothing! Everything you said made me feel even worse.” But he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Maybe it was because he respected his mom as much as he did. But it probably was the fact that he needed to hear this. He needed to stop letting self-pity swallow him and grow some and work things out with his love. Why would he even risk losing you? He didn’t know.

When he came home that day and saw you on your bed crying, there was nothing holding him back. He practically ran over, pulled you into his arms and you both cried. You cried and cried and cried. For hours. But somehow you knew you would make it out of this mess as a whole. Your love for him was stronger than anything else. “I belong to you.” He whispered before kissing you as if it was the last time.

You’re not like other dimes

I’m not those other guys

I belong to U

I wasn’t hard to see you were different from the rest. You actually made an effort and tried your best to understand his fucked up mind. His insecurities made loving him so fucking hard. But you always gave your all and tried to save him from all his demons. Of course it wasn’t always possible but the fact you tried and sacrificed so much for his happiness proofed to him you really mean it and you really want to be with him. You respected him so much more than the people he used be romantically involved with. You didn’t only see him as the hot latin man, with a body sculpted by the gods and dick so good you couldn’t get enough after you had a taste. You saw him. The person he is deep down, behind the bad boy emo façade. You knew the real him and that made you just so much more attractive and precious to him.

Yashua was also different than anyone else you’ve been with before. The first thing that really surprised you, was that he never initiated sex with you. Usually that’s all the boys and girls you’ve been with wanted straight away. Most of the time you felt like they were only in a relationship with you for the pleasure that comes with it. But he wasn’t like that at all. You misjudged him big time and you told him. He laughed it off saying “Everyone thinks that of me. Don’t worry, you’re not the first.” His answer somehow broke your heart. You didn’t even want to know how it must feel to be misjudged all the time and people making up shit about you constantly. Also the fact he was so patient with you, so romantic and so understanding… not a day went by where he didn’t make you feel loved, like a queen. He did anything in his power to make you happy. Usually people stop putting in effort in a relationship whenever they dated their partner a good amount of time. Yashua never stopped.

I belong to U

“I belong to you. Only you. No matter how fucking hard it gets, mami I won’t ever stop loving you. You loved me, when I hated myself, you picked me up when everbody else walked over me, you saw ME when everyone else acted like I didn’t exist. You always believed in me, you taught me what real love is, you taught me how to love myself… you’re a fucking angel god blessed me with. Never ever could I make it through his crazy life without you. I’m happy it is you I get to share this with. I belong to you baby, I belong to you.”

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I used to see Erick as my small son that needs protection 24/7... ever since he turned 18 he’s serving that papi content and I can’t help but see him in a completely different light 🤤 he’s so gorgeous like dios mio, what do you eat? what’s your secret ?