Coco
Note: Honestly is there anything better than this look? The answer is no. Anyway the long awaited (I think lol) part 2 of Coco and museum!reader. I hope you guys enjoy this one. Please let me know your thoughts. Warning for sexy things for sure. Gif credit straight to the bestest @thesewickedhands and divider credit to @pixopix!
Coco stood outside a Greek restaurant, smoking a cigarette as he waited for her to arrive for their date. He hung out with her on the beach for a little while longer before heading back to the guys. Gilly stopped bitching once he heard she had single friends and he and Angel found a few women to entertain for the night. Coco spent the rest of his time at the beach texting her and setting up their first date. She asked to meet him there for both her safety and convenience. The restaurant looked nice but comfortable. He straightened his kutte, long hair hanging in two braids over his shoulders. He got a few sideways glances but otherwise was left alone to wait. He looked at the time and saw it was five minutes past, then heard the hurried click of heels and he looked up.
“Sorry I’m late,” she called from down the sidewalk, “My stupid alarm didn’t go off.”
Coco’s jaw dropped as he took her in. She wore a black dress, neckline dipping down past her chest to her stomach paired with black high heeled boots. Her long hair was up in another ponytail, loose pieces framing her face. She had gold jewelry on and red lipstick covering her full lips.
“You look so hot,” she smirked as she approached him, kissing his cheek and running a hand down his naked arm.
“I’m actually speechless,” he admitted and took her hand, spinning her slowly, “I think I must’ve died and this is heaven. Ain’t no way a woman this beautiful is into me.”
She let out a surprised giggle, “She is into you, actually,” she murmured once she was facing him again, “You ready?”
He licked his lips, “I just need another minute, baby, my heart's about to give out.”
“Need mouth to mouth?” she winked and hooked her finger around his, leading him into the restaurant.
They were seated in a private booth, the lights low with a candle on every table. A waitress came up with a bottle of wine, greeting her in Greek and pouring them each a glass. He decided to try it instead of his usual beer or whiskey.
“So…what do you do at the museum?” he asked curiously after taking a sip, nodding in approval.
“Why are you asking like you’re suspicious?” she giggled.
He smiled, already obsessed with her laugh, “Well you weren’t in like the regular uniform. And everyone in here seems like they wanna impress you, so you must be pretty high up?”
She took a sip of her wine as she listened, “You’re so perceptive,” she murmured, “I like it. I actually design the exhibits.”
His eyes widened, “No shit?”
“No shit,” she repeated, “I come up with the concept, coordinate all the artifacts with my team and design the layout.”
“That’s so dope,” he murmured after a moment of shocked silence, “So the whole exhibit, that was you?”
“Yes,” she smiled, “Did you like it?”
He nodded, still slightly in awe, “My job ain’t even near that level. I just work at a scrapyard.”
She shrugged, “A job is a job, babe. I don’t care about stuff like that. Status and shit.”
“So do you wanna get married now or…” he trailed off, grinning when she laughed loudly.
Coco had a feeling he was fucked when she asked if he had a pick up line. He knew he was fucked when she walked up to him outside the restaurant. But he swore he could die happy right there when she melted into his arms, lips on his. He pressed her against the alley wall beside the restaurant, one hand on her jaw and the other stroking her thigh where her dress hem fell. She propped one foot against the wall and he gripped her thigh, holding it against his hip. He wanted to swallow every little whimper he heard in the back of her throat.
“You’re like a goddamn siren,” he breathed when they broke apart, still close enough for their lips to brush together, “How are you fuckin real?”
“My stripper name was Sirena,” she giggled, her eyes sparkling in the dim light, “Kiss me again, I’m not done with you.”
Coco would’ve done anything she asked, already feeling wrapped around her tattooed fingers. He pressed his hips to hers, sucking her bottom lip.
“I’m a siren?” she panted softly, “You’re about to make me break my rule of not taking people home on the first date.”
“You could come to my room instead if you want,” he licked his lips.
She smirked, “I have a better idea…”
Coco walked into the clubhouse a few days later, greeting the other guys and settling down on the couch next to Gilly.
“So how was the beach?” Creeper asked, “Y’all have a good time?”
“Hell yeah,” Gilly nodded, “Look at the smile on this fool’s face,” he nudged Coco, “He got with the finest chick in San Diego.”
Coco smirked, replaying the morning after their date in his head. He woke up as the sun came up, both of them tangled together on a blanket on the sand. Instead of going home, they spent the night on the beach. They talked about everything and nothing, lips fused together when the conversation lulled. He had snapped a picture of her asleep on his chest, frowning when other people started showing up. He woke her up and they went their separate ways for the day, Coco heading back to his hotel room and her rushing back to her apartment to change before work.
“Got a picture?”
He showed Creeper a picture taken the following night of the two of them in her mirror, a white dress wrapped around her body as she posed under his arm.
“Good catch,” Creep nodded, “You look happy, bro.”
“Thanks, man,” he murmured as his phone buzzed in his hand.
Mi Sirena: Very upset I’m not waking up on a beach with you this morning 😤
el Coco: me too ma. you good?
Mi Sirena: Bored in a meeting that could’ve been an email. Missing your lips 👀
el Coco: i know the feeling. when can i see you?
Mi Sirena: I’m heading to Arizona to do some research for my next exhibit in a few days, can I see you?
el Coco: we’re heading there soon. call you later?
Mi Sirena: It’s a date 😍
Coco rubbed his hands on his sheets as he sat on his bed. He picked up his phone and dialed her, biting his lip.
“Hi baby,” his nerves soothed as soon as he heard her voice, “Is it weird that I miss you already?”
Coco’s cheeks already hurt from smiling, “Nah, it’s not weird. I miss you too.”
She giggled, “I feel like I’m back in high school, talking to the cute boy I like,” Coco’s eyes widened when he heard a splash from her end of the phone.
“I like that,” he grabbed a blunt, “What you up to? I hear water.”
“I did a lot of moving today so I’m in the bath,” her smirk was clear in her voice.
He groaned, “Any chance we can do video?” he joked.
He jumped when he heard the voice call ringing in his ear, grinning when he answered. Her long hair was tied up in a messy bun, the lights were low and he could see the shadow of a candle on the wall. She was submerged up to her collarbones, her eyes running over every inch of him on the screen.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” she teased.
“You’re a vision, baby,” he licked his lips, “Long day?”
She nodded, “We were setting up a new exhibit so a lot of moving and physical shit. My whole body hurts, wanna come massage it?”
Coco glared playfully, “You know I do,” he lit the blunt, “So what’s in Arizona that you wanna check out?”
“I wanna do a series on states and territories that used to be part of Mexico before they were colonized,” she explained, “So I wanna check out some of their museums and talk to some indigenous tribes, figure out how to involve them.”
His eyes widened, “That’s dope. You’re way too smart for me, ma.”
She shook her head, “Don’t talk about yourself like that. I think you’re smart.”
His face softened, “Thanks,” he blew the smoke out.
“You look so hot,” she pouted, “What are you wearing?”
He pulled the phone back to show his white tank top and sweatpants, watching her eyes light up, “Nothing special. Now you,” he smirked.
She laughed and sat up, the water dripping down her chest before settling around her ribs. He licked his lips as her fingers trailed over the swell of her tits, nail catching the side of her nipple, “I wish you were here, baby.”
“Me too,” he murmured, “Fuck, I need to taste you.”
“Keep talking like that and we aren’t gonna be able to plan our date,” she giggled, her fingers still playing with her nipples.
“Keep touching yourself like that for me and I’m getting on the bike now,” he arched an eyebrow.
She smirked, “Is that a threat?”
“You already fuckin know, baby.”
Coco’s eyes darted around the busy casino as the club followed their hosts through the maze of slot machines, tables, and bars. He hadn’t heard from her since she left San Diego and the club’s meeting had the potential to get volatile. The combination had him on alert, tense with eyes narrowed. They filed into the meeting room, dropping their phones into a basket one by one. Coco hung toward the back of the group as he sent her a text.
el Coco: headed into a meeting so i won’t have my phone. let me know when you’re here.
He hesitated for a moment, hoping to see the little text bubble pop up. Bishop watched him carefully and Coco shook his head, locking the device and setting it down with the rest.
“Business first, then pleasure,” Bishop said with a wink.
“Yes jefe,” he smirked. Bishop squeezed his shoulder and followed Coco inside, one of the casino employees shutting and locking the door behind them.
Coco got up as soon as they were dismissed, Angel and Gilly behind him discussing their plans for the night. They fished their phones out and Coco tried not to let the guys see his relief when he saw her text waiting.
Mi Sirena: Finally here! Traffic was a whole bitch smh. If I’m not at the bar, I’m in room 512. Can’t wait to see you 😍
“Your girl here?” EZ asked as the group splintered off, some going to gamble and some heading to the bar, while others went outside.
He was about to answer when he saw her sitting at the bar, long hair loose and curly. She was in her professional clothes again, making Coco smirk. He wanted to tear them off her, see what was underneath and mark every inch of her. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so territorial over a woman and he tried not to think too much about it as he sat on the stool next to her.
Her eyes lit up, “Excuse me, but this seat’s taken.”
He laughed, “Oh yeah? Some pendejo left your fine ass by yourself?”
“I’m meeting someone actually,” she smiled, “He should be here soon.”
“I can take him,” he smirked.
“You’re hotter anyway,” she touched his arm, “No offense to your friends but I’m not really feeling like hanging out with anyone but you right now.”
He grinned, “My room or yours?”
Coco squeezed her hand as they headed to the elevator, nodding at any members he saw along the way. Creeper walked in when they passed the front doors and Coco introduced them.
“Very nice to meet you,” Creeper shook her hand with both of his, “Any friend of Coco’s is a friend of ours.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, “It’s nice to meet you too.”
Creeper smiled and squeezed Coco’s shoulder, “Have a good night, brother.”
“You too, bro,” he hugged his brother before leading her into the elevator and pressed the 5 button.
She leaned against the wall and sighed, “He was sweet,” her voice trailed off when Coco put his hands on either side of her head, pressing her against the wall, “Coco…”
He tilted her chin up, their eyes locked, “You really are a siren, you know that?”
“What makes you say that?” she asked as her arms rested over his shoulders.
“Can’t get you out of my head,” he stroked her jaw, smirking when her eyes fluttered closed.
“Feelings mutual,” she opened her eyes, “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re a work of art.”
The gasp she let out melted into a soft whimper when he kissed her hard, his hand on her throat. The elevator dinged but neither of them moved to leave, pulling each other closer as the kiss heated up. He growled against her lips when the ding sounded again, followed by a gasp. Coco glared at an unsuspecting couple, who took multiple steps back as she led him out of the elevator and down the hall.
Her suite looked the same as the rest of the casino rooms, but Coco didn’t have time to think of much else when she pulled him so close he was pressed against her.
“Why are you so fucking hot?” she breathed, holding the back of his neck as he kissed her.
Coco got to do exactly what he wanted when he saw her. Stripped her professional attire off to reveal her tattooed body, curvy and soft and all his to touch. He sat back on his knees, studying her body stretched out on the mattress. He grinned when she whined, tugging at his pants.
“What are you doing and why are you so dressed?” she pouted.
“Admiring beautiful artwork,” he took his leather off, “If I’m a work of art, you’re a masterpiece,” he admitted, smirking when she sat up to help him take his clothes off. His hands roamed all over her body, remembering each noise she let out for him. All for him.
Coco wasn’t a religious man, but a part of him prayed he would never forget the sound she made when he slid inside her, a sharp, inhaled whimper. He held her chin in his hand, keeping their eyes locked. Her eyes widened and she gasped when he bottomed out.
“Fuck,” she breathed as he thrusted hard and deep, “Fuck, that’s so good.”
He grunted, “Can’t stop thinking about this…you…”
She clenched around him, running her nails up and down his back and giggling through her moans when he would shiver. She pulled him down for a deep kiss, holding him close so they were pressed tight together. He pistoned his hips when he hit a certain spot inside her that made her eyes roll back.
“Right there,” she dug her nails into his shoulders, “Holy fuck,” her thighs trembled, “Coco…”
He growled, something primal burning in his chest at the way she cried his name. He watched her come undone with precision, not wanting to miss even the heave of her chest when she took a gasping breath.
“That my spot?” he grunted, not straying his movements as he watched her get closer. He needed to make her fall apart.
“Yes,” she gripped his hair, her own hips shaking as she kept moving with him, “Oh my god, fuck!”
He held her face in his hand, forcing her eyes up to his, “God’s not here, baby. Just you and the boogeyman. You want him to save you?”
She whimpered, “Fuck being saved,” she clenched around him hard, “If this is hell, let me burn.”
He thrusted harder and faster, needing her ruined. She cried out, tears in her eyes as she came hard. He didn’t let up his relentless pace, eyes intense as he kept fucking her through it. She screamed as she came again, dragging her nails down his back. His hips jerked as she gasped for breath.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he growled in her ear, “Come on, give it to me.”
She shook as she kept her hips moving, “Don’t stop…don’t stop…” she begged, “Ruin me…”
The grin that split his face was sinister as he did what she asked. The only thing keeping him from breaking was her cries as she grasped onto anything to keep her anchored to him. He paused only to lift her legs over his shoulders but then resumed the brutal pace.
“That’s fucking it,” she sobbed, “Coco! Please!”
“Tell me,” he hissed, “Tell me what you need, baby. I want the fuckin’ words.”
“I w-want you,” she moaned helplessly, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again.”
He licked his lips, “Gonna cum with me?” he growled against her ear, forehead to her temple. She nodded quickly, whimpering in the back of her throat. He reached down to rub her clit and felt her throb around him as she came harder than before. He couldn’t hold back anymore as he came with her, grunting harshly in her ear. His hips kept moving until neither of them could and he panted against her skin. He leaned back enough to let her shaking legs fall to his waist before he laid next to her. He pulled her in his arms and she wrapped herself around him tight, face pressed against his neck. He rubbed her back, her body still trembling.
“You okay, baby?” he whispered once her breathing slowed a little.
“Ruined,” she breathed but he felt her smile against his skin.
Coco knew without a doubt that he was, too.