How would rio and y/n react if marcus brings a girl home?
Okay, so my imagination ran wild with this one. It's a bit lengthy, but hopefully youâll enjoy it nonetheless. Iâm glad to finally have gotten a bit of a creative spark. Hopefully, Iâm not rusty. Please excuse any grammatical errors. This isn't heavily edited and I went with the flow. It would be greatly appreciated if you all love, comment, and reblog. Please understand (I know some get tired of hearing it but itâs important) that writing fanfiction takes time and dedication. Then there is the fact that itâs free. Tapping the love button is cool, but itâs the reblogs that help writers. Try to keep that in mind đ.
Word Count: 3,500+
Warnings: A bit of fluff, laughter, and a little *cough, a hefty piece of* spice.
The aroma of garlic wafted through your newly renovated kitchen. It had been an early Mother's Day present from Rio and the babies. Your husband swaggered into the kitchen fresh out of the shower. He watched you stir the pasta and smiled as you made a mental note aloud to add more cream cheese. The deep timbre of your husband's voice startled you.
âStay put mama. I'll grab some for you,â he rasped, lips brushing the side of your neck. His hand left a gentle squeeze on your hip.
âDamn it, Chris. Baby, I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that. I should've known your stealthy, fine ass was nearby. The scent of your cologne and body wash should've given you away.â
He stepped back over to the stove adding cheese. You shivered as his fingers danced up your spine, curling around to the front of you. You hummed as his hand lightly cupped your throat. As if your body knew exactly what he wanted, you tilted your head, angling it so he could gain access. Rioâs lips trailed light kisses up your neck, across the jawline.
âFood smells good, darling. When we eatinâ?â
You chuckled, slapping at his hand as his finger dipped into the alfredo sauce.
âBoy! Get your fingers out of my pan.â
âDamn, ma! I can't get a little taste. Come on, mama. Daddyâs hungry,â he groaned.
âThat's on you. Shouldn't have skipped lunch.â
Rio kissed his teeth, swatting your bottom playfully.
âYou know I was handling business, sweetheart. Don't start,â he teased.
âLet that have been me not eating. You would've jumped in my shit.â
His head shook in disagreement, âMm no. I would've just brought you some food and insisted you eat.â
âLast time I brought you lunch it turned into an argument.â
âCause you don't listen. You know you weren't supposed to be anywhere near that warehouse. It was a matter of safety. Where that's concerned, you'll always come first, mama.â
You couldn't help but smile and roll your eyes at the sweet sentiment.
âWhatever, bossy ass. Weâll eat once the oldest baby boy gets here.â
âThat's right it's our weekend,â he perked up.
Though there were times Rio wished he could see his son every day. He knew that Marcus was both his and Rheaâs pride and joy. Rio was thankful that they had a healthy co-parenting relationship. Joint custody had always been smooth with Rhea. She'd never dream of ever keeping their son away from his father. He was grateful that they both managed to move on. They both found love again, remarried, and everyone seemed to get along just fine. Rio loved that you and Rhea found friendship in one another. Your kids adored Rhea just as much as Marcus did you.
âOh, you thought I was making this fire-ass pasta for you? Nope, Zaddy this for my oldest baby boy,â you teased Rio playfully.
âThatâs fine! So long as I get to choose my dessert,â he rasped, his eyes scanning over your body.
Your eyes met, both nibbling at your bottom lip. Just as you were about to dive deeper into the topic, Alexa announced someone was at the front door. You tapped your phone screen, turning on the ring doorbellâs mic.
âRhea, stop acting like you donât have a key. Bring your beautiful self into this house.â
You smiled as she giggled her way through the front door.
âWeâre in the kitchen,â Rio called out.
âBoy! Stop all that yelling. You wake that baby up and itâs your ass.â
Your husband kissed his teeth, âlast I checked this was our house,â he mumbled, walking over to Marcus and pulling him into a bear hug. âWhatâs up, man?â
Marcus answered his question, immediately following with, âCan I go check on the baby? Whereâs everybody else?â
âRudeness. Are you forgetting something,â Rhea questioned her eager teenager.
She chuckled as he looked at her in confusion as she continued, âYour bonus mama is burning in this kitchen. Probably for you. Did you say hello? Or maybe thank you? Where is her loving,â Rhea jokingly scolded her son.
âSorry, ma. He replied shyly, hugging you tightly and kissing your cheek. âThank you for cooking my favorite food.â
âItâs cool handsome,â you started, pinching his cheek. âThe kids are in the theater room and the baby is down for the night, but go on up and steal a little sugar.â
Just as he was about to excuse himself, Rhea interrupted him, âNot so fast young man. Youâre not slick. Donât you want to share the news?â
âMami,â Marcus whined.
âThatâs okay, I'll tell them. Go on, scaredy cat.â
Marcus made his escape as Rhea turned back to you and Rio. She bypassed him, linking her arm with yours.
âCome, chica. Iâve got some chisme for you.â
Your husband, the big baby he is, groaned, âNice to see you too, Rhea. Why am I not included?â
âAre you not in the room? You are included, fool,â Rhea teased.
âChris, baby. I love you, but hush. I'm trying to see some.â
Both women laughed at him as he rolled his eyes and went silent.
â Marcus sat down with us sometime last week. Said he wanted to invite his lady friend over for dinner. Our baby has a girlfriend, sis.â
The two of you stared at one another, several seconds passed. As if he was expecting it, Rio sighed, running his hand down his face as the two of you started squealing like school girls.â
âMama, Rhea, the baby,â he reminded the both of you.
You both clapped a hand over your mouths, silently giggling.
âWhat's her name? Have you met her? The parents?â
âBaby, chill,â Rio chuckled.
You looked at him, studying him for a moment. Head tilted, you questioned, âYou already knew. Didn't you?â
He smirked, âYou already know the answer to that, mama. You know I stay ten steps ahead.â
âHe told you first,â Rhea questioned.
âListen, he asked for advice on girls a while back. I suspected then he had his eye on somebody. I played it cool. If you ask too many questions, heâll shut down. We had the talk. About a week after that. Marcus told me he was talking to someone.â
âThe talk,â you and Rhea said in unison. âShould we be worried about where this is going?â
âLadies relax. It's better to have it early. Just to be on the safe side.â
âYou gave him condoms. Didn't you,â Rhea snarked.
âAre you ready to be a grandmother? I mean Iâd be the coldest abuelo out here, but let's try to prevent that from happening.â
âHe brought her home for dinner the other day. She's so sweet and shy. Her name is Isabella, but she goes by Isa. He's got his papiâs taste. She's Afrolatina, a beautiful young lady!â
âOkay! I see my boy! He found him a woman who embodies two of the most important women in his life,â Rio praised with pride.
âThe mom seems to be well-rounded. Surely we don't have anything to worry about,â Rhea insisted.
âThe both of you were sweet and shy when I first met you. Need I say more? Then there's those stories your mom told me about your teenage years,â he smirked toward you.
âSneak one damn boy through your window and you never live it down. Kiss my ass, Christoper,â you cackled, flipping him the bird.
Rio puckered his lips, bending down, laughing as you mugged his forehead.
âSis! Your ass was hot back in the day, huh?â
âChill on my wife. Tell me, how old were you when we had Marcus?â
Rhea kissed her teeth, âHe got a response for everything, huh,â she asked you. âAnyway! He wants you all to meet her. Can he invite her over for dinner tomorrow?â
Rio smiled at you bouncing on the balls of your feet.
âI take it our answer is yes, mama?â
After a stressful Saturday afternoon, Rio stepped into the foyer of his home. His eyes drifted shut for a moment as he welcomed the delicious smell of lemon herbs, and the smell of your perfume wafted through the air. Sandals tapped across the wooden floor, Rioâs lashes fluttered open, dancing at the sight of you meeting him at the front door.
âHey Papa,â you started, smile faltering. You could sense the heaviness of his day. âLong day, baby,â you questioned.
His head tilted to the side, an appreciative smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Rioâs hands cupped your side pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his head in your neck. Breathing you in again, his lips tickled the sensitive spot behind your ear.
âShit was hectic, but Iâm sure some kisses would make me feel better,â he whispered in a sultry tone.
Your hands brushed against his chest, as you tip-toed to reach his lips. He chuckled at your struggle to reach his lips, meeting you the rest of the way. Your lips danced together in soft, slow strokes. The sound of footsteps speeding down the steps interrupted the lip lock.
âMa! Pops! Youâre not going to be doing all that in front of Isa, are you? Whyâs it so quiet around here?â
You giggled as Rio reared his head back. âIâm sorry son, I didnât know you paid bills around here. Yâall be forgetting this my houseâŠour house,â he corrected when you lightly cleared your throat.
âYour siblings can be a lot. We wanted to have time to focus on getting to know your girlfriend. I managed to arrange a night with Nana. Theyâll be back tomorrow. She can meet everybody next time we have her over. Donât worry, baby. Papi and I promise to be on our best behavior,â you teased Marcus.
âI ainât promising nothinâ. Listen, Iâll kiss my wife all I want, bro. Donât be mad Iâm the only one getting kisses around here,â he joked, giving Marcus a playful shove.â
âPops, chill on me. Who said I ainât got it like that?â
Rio cackled, dapping Marcus up. The laughter between the two stopped abruptly when they saw you standing straight-faced, head tilted, and arms crossed.
âIâm pretty sure I can speak for your mother when I say this. You better be acting accordingly with that young lady. Nothing short of being respectful is acceptable. Understood?â
âYes, maâam.â
Your eyes landed on Rio, âThen I got you over here gassing him up.â
âMy bad, mama. Weâll tighten up.â
âThatâs what I thought,â you finished sauntering off to the kitchen.
 Rio turned back to Marcus and they both dapped each other up silently.
âItâs like that, son?â
âI learned from the best,â Marcus responded.
âMy boy. Seriously though, not too much. Take things slowly. You have a lot of life to live. Donât let thinking you're grown get you in trouble. You bring a baby home, and thatâs ya ass. Papi canât save you from the mama squad. If you canât wait, do at least three things for me. Wrap it up, donât do it in mine or your momâs house, and donât play with her feelings. You better plan on sticking around. Donât be that guy, son. Weâve raised you better than that.â
âYessir, I give you my word, pops.â
Rio embraced Marcus and gave his shoulders a firm squeeze as they pulled apart.
âYou nervous,â Rio asked as the doorbell sounded.
âJust promise me you wonât let Ma pull out the photo albums.â
âListen, Iâm a man of many talents, but telling that woman not to do something almost always has the opposite effect. Ma listens when it counts,â he smirked, biting his lip.
âThatâs information I honestly didnât need to know, Dad.â
The first twenty minutes had been hilarious. You, Isa, and her mother all silently laughed at the way Isaâs father stumbled over his words while making introductions with Rio.
Apparently Marcus nor his girlfriend had taken the liberty of giving the poor man a heads up. He had suspected that he was going to assert himself as an overprotective father. One look at Marcusâ father and his bravado and puffed-out chest had deflated. Christopher wasnât about to be checked by anyone and little did they know, neither were you.Â
Dinner had gone by smoothly. The two of you succeeded in not embarrassing your son, as did her parents. Isa was a sweet, shy, and intelligent girl. You both loved her for Marcus. The teens had asked permission to have a movie night in the family theatre room. All parents agreed that it would be okay so long as it wasnât unattended. You had even offered for Isaâs parents to join. Her father needed to finish up some work at home, and Rio along with Marcus, offered to drop her home in a few hours.Â
As the parents you opted, to sit in the back row of home theatre seats to give them some sort of privacy. You didnât want to crowd them too much. That and you knew with certainty that Rio was going to get handsy as soon as the lights dimmed. Twenty minutes of screen time had barely passed before his hand started a soft, tingling trail up your thigh. You allowed his fingers to make it inches away from the place he desired before swatting at him. His heated gaze met yours and the left corner of his mouth tilted up as he mouthed the word, âWhy?â
Your head cocked to the side as you looked at him as if he were crazy. You sucked your teeth, pointing a finger in the direction of the kids. Rio wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to whisper in your ear, âOh you really thought I was cold. You know why I pulled this blanket out, mama.â He laughed as you rolled your eyes, shoving him away from you.Â
âDo that again and Iâm sitting in my own lounger,â you sassed.
âAll this space and you want to sit by yourself. Donât be like that, mama.â
You had glanced in the direction of the children to see if they had overheard, but froze as you saw their hands inching closer to one another. Your hand tapped the top of Rioâs repetitively to get him to look. The two of you shared a smile at the innocence of the situation. Marcus looked back as the two of you tried to focus your attention elsewhere. The teen shook his head as his hand shifted away some. The two of you kissed your teeth and the sound echoed off the theatre walls as Marcus shook his head and Isa giggled.
It felt as if you had ruined the moment, and Rio attempted to correct the situation. Clearing his throat he asked the room, âAnybody want chips? Popcorn? Something to drink?â
You caught on and joined in, âI could go for some ice water and we can share a snack babe. Letâs go round up some refreshments.â
The kids had started to decline, but the two of you left in a hurry.
Rio propped himself against the kitchen island with his hands clasped. You crept towards your husband smirking. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you asked, âHow much time should we give them to be unsupervised?â
âThat depends, mama. Are you trying to be a responsible parent or a laid-back one? Responsible would be in the realm of maybe five or ten minutes. Laidbackâabout twenty or so.â
Rioâs hands traveled the length of your back, down to your plush backside. With a gentle squeeze, he continued, âIâm leaning towards laidback, mama,â he rasped. âMaybe we can take that time alone toâconnect ourselves.â
âYou truly have a one-track mind. We are not about to do anything with a guest in the house. Do you know what teenagers can do in twenty or so minutes?â
âMama, whatâs the most that could happen?â
âOur last child happened in twenty minutes, Rio.â
âWe were pressed for time, and I was down bad for you that night, mama.â
âYouâre always down bad for me. Even at this moment, you are.â
âNo lies told. If you know that, stop playing. Câmere, mama.â
Rio nibbled at your neck, even as you continued to protest, âRio, seriously. We should head back soon.â
âCâmon, mama. Let that boy cook for a few minutes. I told him to take things slow and to never do anything like that under his momâs or our roof.â
âOh, and you think thatâs gonâ stop him?â
âWhy wouldnât it?â
âThis is coming from the man, that was giving me backshots under his grandmotherâs roof last Christmas.â
âWeâre married with a ton of children. Trust and believe, she knows youâre getting handed pipe left and right, mama.â
âYou get on my damn nerves. Always got a responseâ.â
The sentence came to a halt as Rioâs hand slipped under your t-shirt, tugging a nipple through the silk material of your bra.
âF-fuck, Rio, donât.â
His lips hovered over yours. The minty freshness of his breath fanning across your bottom lip. He nipped at it before asking, âYou really want me to stop, mama?â
âPantry, now.â
With those two words, Rio picked you up, legs wrapping around his waist, as he carried you to the destination. The door softly clicked closed, as he pressed you against some of the shelving. Your lips collided, tongues stroking one another, battling for dominance. The hem of your dress shifted upward, bunching at your waist. Rio groaned as his tented dark wash jeans ground against your damp panties. A moan slipped from your lips and he shushed you.
âGotta keep quiet baby,â he whispered as his lips moved to suck at your throat.
His lips continued to nip and suck at your flesh. His long muscular fingers tugged your panties to the side as two fingers massaged your folds before gliding in to slowly stretch you out. The delicious feeling turned you into a whimpering mess as your hips began to rock against his movements.
âYeah, just like that, mama. Are you gonna be my good girl and come all over my fingers? Yeah, you are. Arenât you?â
He leaned in, tucking into the side of your neck, and whispered, âBite down on my shoulder if you need to, darling.â
One of your hands slipped under his shirt as your nails scratched at his skin. You leaned back and pleaded, âChoke me, Daddy. Keep me quiet.â
The minute his hand wrapped around your throat, Rio added a third finger, thrusting in quick, deep strokes. His lips pecked your lips as he groaned, âCome for me, mama. Make a mess all over my fingers.â
All you needed was one last stroke to send you over the edge, but everything came to a halt as you both heard footsteps coming toward the kitchen. The two of you broke apart, fixing your clothes at the speed of lightning. The moment the knob to the pantry door turned, Rio snatched it open, pulling it closed with a bag of chips and a case of soda under his arm.
Marcus eyed his father suspiciously before speaking, âIsa got thirsty and you two were taking forever. So I came to get her some fruit snacks and a soda.â
Rio handed him a soda and explained, âWe were coming back. Your pops negotiated a little alone time for ya. Did anything interesting happen?â
Marcus blushed a bit and responded, âPops, canât we talk about this later? I donât want to keep Isa waiting.â
âYou right man. Here take this soda and Iâll bring the fruit snacks and the rest of the stuff. Ma and I will be right in. She had to take care of something right quick.â
âAlright, Pops. Thanks.â
Marcus made it a few steps out of the kitchen before ducking his head back around the corner. Rio had started to turn back toward the pantry as he spoke up, âPops? Tell Ma she can come out of the pantry now. Next time aim for a place that doesnât house the food we eat.â
âYeah, okay, wiseass. Youâll understand when you get older and have your own meddlesome ass kids. Take your lady her beverage and mind your business. You just couldnât let your daddy cook in peace. Could you son?â
You were mortified and could barely look your bonus son in the eye for days.
Summary: You have your way with Sy. Or is it him having his way with you? đ§
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, talk of birth control, Graphic sex. Fingering, manual sex (f receiving) oral, Dom Sy is coming out to play, degredation AND praise kink, dirty talk kink, begging, raw p in v, size kink, pleasurable pain, rough sex, copious amounts of bodily fluids, some fluff and just a lil' angst at the end. This is 2.5k of porn with a teeny tiny bit of plot.
Read at your own risk. Not Betaâd. All errors my own.
A/N:Â This is the fourth installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.
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Sy gladly let you pull him into your rental.
Then, he took control.
He pushed you against the wall and placed his hands on your waist, bending down because of the height difference, even though you were wearing four inch-heels. Youâd missed how tiny he made you feel.
Syâs mouth was so close to yours as he queried you. His eyes were so intense.
âYouâre not done with me yet, eh?â
You pouted and his lips tenderly touched yours, deepening the kiss as you parted your lips. His tongue insisted that you belonged to him and yours agreed, the two dancing passionately.
âGood girl. Opening up for me like that.â
Your head was spinning and you whined in your throat.Â
âHm.âÂ
Sy grunted and then smiled before he kissed you again. You were glad for the wall as you were weak for him again.Â
âWhatcha wanna do with me, Buttercup?â
Syâs fingers were on your ribcage now, his large hands spanning your torso. Then, his hands were everywhere as he explored your body, from your breasts over your dress, to your back, down to your ass, which he squeezed as his mouth possessed yours again.
âI want to be your cum slut, Sy. Want you inside me.â
Sy stopped moving, resting his forehead on yours and his hands on your hips. He huffed into your face.
âHoly shit, Buttercup. I thought I was calm after what that mouth of yours did in the Bronco. But what that mouth of yours saysâŠâ
Syâs hand was on your jaw and you turned your head to capture his thumb and suck it.Â
âWanâ you to fill me up, Sy.â
You looked him straight in the eye as he pressed the rock hard length in his pants against you. His pupils were blown and you felt enormous power.
âHm. The thoughts you think, Buttercup.â
Sy examined your face as he questioned you, his blue eyes making you shiver.
âYou want me to fuck you rawâŠ?â
You smiled at his lewd suggestion and the gravel in his voice, and lifted your arms, placing them on his shoulders, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.Â
âIâm on the pill. And tested regularly. But only if you want to.â
The expression on his face was priceless.
âIf I want to? Hell, Buttercup. Iâve wanted this for 20 years. Jesus, it's really happening.â
He looked as if he would devour you.
An unexpected joy at his want caused a giggle to bubble up in your throat as Sy rolled you around the corner, further into the room, and started trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck right below your ear. His hand was on your ass as you started to grind on air. He remembered your spot.
âFuck, Sy!â
His other hand came up around your neck and tightened to let you know who was in charge, and you whimpered as he looked down at you and grinned.
You pouted at him, frustrated because you wanted to feel all of the things at once.
Syâs hands roamed, finding your waist again and lifting your feet off the ground as he kissed you, making you heated at the show of his power. He set you down again, squeezing your breasts and sucking the tops of them in your dress as you writhed in his grip.Â
âLet me see you in the light, Buttercup.â
He reached around and wasted no time in pushing his shirt off your shoulders and unzipping your dress to let it fall to the floor.
Sy stepped back and took all of you in. You felt like a piece of art as he studied you. You concentrated on not covering up.Â
This was a long time in coming.
âDamn, Buttercup. Youâre so beautiful. All of you. Betterân my dreams.â
Sy looked into your eyes after taking in your curves. Hungry.
âKiss me, Sy.â
He did as you asked, hands on your breasts now, kneading them and weighing them in his hands, his thumbs thrumming you like an instrument. He kissed you fiercely, then looked into your eyes again as he slid down to inhale you, mouth sliding over your flesh, between, underneath, on top, and finally, sucking your nipples into his mouth with abandon.
You moaned as your pussy pulsed with need.
âSyâŠpleaseâŠâ
âDonât rush me now, baby. Iâm gonna savor this.â
He kissed you again, and then slid his hand down your torso to your pussy, finding you still so wet for him.
âHm. Such a good girl, with such a good pussy. Here. See.â
He held your gaze as he brought his fingers up and put them into your mouth, making you taste yourself.
It was so dirty that you practically came from the taste of your desire for Jacob Syverson.Â
âThaaaatâs a girl. Get âem even wetter.â
He removed his hand and brought it back down to your cunt.
âI want you to cum for me. Right now.â
âS-Yyyyyyy!â
Most of his fingers went inside you while his thumb stroked your clit. He practically lifted you off the ground as he fucked you with his hand, watching your face as he alternated marking you up and sucking your nipples hard.
âSo fuckinâ hot, Buttercup. Good girl.â
His voice was doing things to you. Sy grinned and his eyebrow arched as he felt you clench on his fingers. He brought his mouth close to your ear.
âWhich is it, Buttercup? Are you a cum slut, or a good girl?â
Your head went back into the wall as you moaned, baring your throat to him again.
âOr is it both? Are you my good little cum slut?â
âOh my fucking godddddd!!!!â
You came in his arms and Sy watched you, his mouth open in awe. He couldnât wait anymore.
He picked you up and carried you into the bedroom, dropping you on the bed as he took off his shoes and clothes. You sat up to look at him.
He was massive. Sy had matured from a lithe youth to a grown man and he was thick all over. The curls on his head continued on his face and on his chest, a dark rush of it pointing down to his cock, which you knew was big, because youâd tried to swallow it earlier. But seeing it like this, hard and throbbing, curved against his hairy stomach, large mushroom tip leaking, thick shaft throbbing, made you lean back with your legs open.Â
âI want that,â you thought.
Sy took it in his hand and started stroking, causing precum to drip out and you to lick your lips.
âYouâre about to get it, Buttercup. Anything you want. Look so fucking beautiful all laid out for me.â
You smiled as you realized youâd said that out loud and you opened your legs wider as he climbed between them. He handled you like a rag doll as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to his legs as he knelt on the bed. He grabbed your knees and spread your legs up and apart as his long thick cock slid in between your legs, smearing your wetness all along the underside of his shaft.
âMmmmmmmm, Sy, want more.â
He was skating in your slick, driving you wild with the tease of the cap of his cock catching on your clit as he moved back and forth.
âPatience, Buttercup. Need to lube myself up with your cream.â
Sy was enjoying how wet you were and the fact that he was actually between your legs after all this time. He watched, almost mesmerized, at his cock moving through your folds, and his dick jumped, slapping you on the clit and making you moan.
âPleasepleasepleaseplease⊠OH shitttt. Itâs too much!â
Youâd gone from begging for his dick to pleading for mercy as his thick head breached you. You stared at Sy wide eyed as he grabbed his shaft and stopped moving. His heart clenched at the thought of hurting you.
âYou good? Want me toâŠâ
He made to pull out and then you implored him.
âNo! I mean, itâs so big, Sy⊠but I want it. Need. It.â
You grabbed your breasts as you felt him cock jump within you.
âMore, please.â
âMmmmmmoooooahhhh,â Sy groaned deeply as he slowly eased into you and at the vision of you pulling your own nipples as he stretched out your soul.Â
He bottomed out and licked your exposed neck, causing you to shudder in his hands, which were gripping your ribcage. You looked like sin and felt like heaven around him.Â
âYou good, Buttercup? Please say youâre good. I need you to be good, baby. âCause I need to fuck you so badâŠ.â
Sy was panting and his heartbeat was erratic.
As always, his words made you gush wetness and you arched as you kissed him, laying down fully and bringing your hands to his short curls.
âIâm good Sy,â you looked him in the eyes. âSo fucking good, all full of you. Fuck me. Please⊠ah!â
As soon as you said âfuck me,â Sy started moving slowly, dragging sparks with with each millimeter of movement inside you.
âMoreâŠâ
You whispered it as all of your senses came alive and were overwhelming you.Â
Sy sped up and looked from your eyes to his cock destroying your pussy. He couldnât focus on one thing for too long, your face, your hair splayed out beneath you, hour breasts with nipples erect and bouncing, the way he was moving you like a doll as he helped himself deliver the dick to your pussy.
âGood god Buttercup. This cunt is so tight and wet and hot for me. Shit, you stretched around me is so much better than my imaginationâŠ.â
âOoooh. Sy. Feels soâŠYour cock goes so deep.â
It had never been like this before. With anyone.
Sy gave you a mischievous grin as he leaned back and grabbed your knees, bringing them up and bending you in half so that he could plunge even deeper inside you.
Your head shot up to witness him ravaging you as he slowly fucked you with long and deep strokes. You dug your nails into his forearms, holding on for dear life. He fucked you so good that you gouged scratches down his arm and the pain sparked a new pleasure in him that he didnât know he needed at the moment.
He was inspired to fuck you better, faster, harder.
Sy reached up behind your head and pulled it down by the thick curls at your nape as he leaned over you, caging you in with his massive body as he thoroughly and soundly tried to put you under the bed.
Your belly tightened, your insides in a vice grip of pleasure as you tried to run. There was nowhere to go, however, as Sy was all around you. He felt you tense up, heard your whimper and kept a steady pace, his balls tight against him, the notion of making you cum with just his cock a long held ideal.
âWhatâs wrong Buttercup?â Â
He looked you in the eyes before he kissed your lips.
âAfraid to let go? Donât want to let me have the cum Iâve been waiting for?â
âUnh! SyâŠâ
You felt him in your belly, thick in your channel like he was made of you. You knew what was about to happen. And you wanted to get away from it.
Sy read the look on your face.
âUnh unh. Youâre going to stay and take my cock like a woman. Not gonna run. Youâre gonna take this orgasm, gimme your cum like I deserve it.â
Sy didnât let up on the intensity, but he looked down and surveyed what he was doing to you.
âLook at all that beautiful cream. Looks so fucking good. Making me drool.â
You had an out of body experience as you watched the saliva leave Syâs mouth and drip onto your clit and as soon as it made contact, you came, gushing more fluid in between you two.
Sy pounded you through it for a few thrusts, then he pulled out and rushed to collect some of you on his tongue.
âGoddamn. So fucking good, Buttercup. Taste yourself.â
He was up again and before you could protest, was back inside you, hand on your throat as he kissed you hard and deep, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as his resolute pounding and the taste of your cum combined. He trailed his hand down your neck to your breast, rolling your nipple for a second before finding your hand and holding it above your head as he looked into your eyes.Â
Suddenly, he became tender, looking as if he was about to say something that you didnât want to hear, so your other hand found his ass as you encouraged him to find his own end.
âGimme your cum, Sy. You owe me. Some. Cum.â
He licked his lips at the filth you were uttering and responded in kind.
âAnything you want, Buttercup. Iâve got so much, youâll be leaking for days.â
You arched your back and bit your lip at his words and as the music of skin slapping on skin intensified. You felt yourself tighten impossibly around him again. And so did Sy.
âOhâŠ. noâŠ.âÂ
You felt as if you couldnât take another, but Sy wasnât done with you yet.
âOh, yes, baby. Just give me one⊠moreâŠ.â
Syâs thumb found your clit and as you came around him, he emptied all he had inside you.
âYou feel likeâŠlike heaven, Buttercup.â
Your hands were on his face as you watched his ecstasy and as he pumped more and more of his seed inside you. You smiled and kissed his forehead as his head bent in exhaustion. You wanted to say that he was beautiful, but that would be more than you wanted to convey. You just kissed his lips when he looked back up at you again, and you collapsed on your sides, your bodily fluids between you and his slowly softening cock still inside you.
Sy pushed your hair back from around your sweaty face.
âLook, Buttercup, I know that you are holding back. But you canât stop me from saying it again.â
âSy-â
âShhhh, Buttercup.â
Sy smiled. Handsome wasnât the word.
âI love you. âTil the day I die.â
He brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.
âI know youâre still trying to process everything, and I can only imagine all of the things that are going on in that beautiful brain of yours, but youâre mine. Iâm claiming you. Whether it's for the rest of our lives, or just for this weekend.â
You just looked at him and nodded, emotional and unable to speak.
âJust want you to know where I stand. This wasnât just notalgia sex.â
He slipped out of you and rolled over on his back before he got up and headed toward the bathroom.
âAnd for whatever time period I have you, Iâm yours. Anytime you like, Buttercup.â
He looked back at you with a saucy grin as he caught you ogling his ass.
You stared at the ceiling as you listened to him turn on the water. There was a lot going on in your head, but Sy had just told you that he wanted you and simultaneously taken the pressure off this weekend.
You thought about what you wanted. And what you wanted was currently taking a shower. You walked into the bathroom to have some more of him. You opened the shower door and Sy reached out and pulled you in.
II Most Wanted Pt.I: And I don't know what you're doin' tonightâŠ
Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"
Summary: The feeling and flashbacks you get when you saw your high school boyfriend Jake Syverson at your 20 year reunion was quite the unexpected twist in your orderly life.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, body image issues, flashbacks, horny teenagers doing horny things (over 18 tho) heavy petting, fingering, mentions of teen pregnancy, mentions of breakups, teenage mean girl behavior, the Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, mentions of drug abuse and difficult childhoods, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Explicit description of sex acts. Read at your own risk. Not Betaâd. All errors my own.
A/N: This is the first installment of II Most Wanted. This is also my first fic in nearly half a year. If you like it, please reblog and comment.
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June 2024
The visceral reactions started as soon as you entered the parking lot. There it was, Syâs 1978 white Ford Bronco. Not thinking, you pulled into the space right in front of it, wanting to look inside. You almost lost it when you saw the old charm hanging from the rear view mirror. You couldnât believe he still had that.
Especially with everything that happened since you put it there.
April 2004
âI claim this ancient truck as my throne!â
You were lit and in love, parked with Sy at the lookout. You were also silly and giggly from smoke and hormones.
âMmmmm, careful Buttercup.âÂ
Your boyfriend growled in your ear, making you shiver against him. His attempt at menace was thwarted by the smile you felt against your neck, where he was busy marking you up, a sure sign later for everyone to know who you belonged to.
Sy was known for making bloody the face of those who expressed hate for his beloved Betty Bronco. But you had him whipped.
âItâs a classic, but Iâll let that slide...âÂ
He wished that you would let him slide, but you were adamant that you werenât ready to be a parent. He was adamant that that didnât have to be the outcome, but beneath the red blooded country boy was a gentleman. Sy would never do anything you didnât want to, not that it stopped him from trying to convince you to admit that you in fact, wanted it as much as he did.
He wasnât wrong.
You sighed as you placed the Powerpuff Girl necklace you got from Hot Topic on Syâs rearview as you sat on his lap, giving him a treat. He had you in his grip by the hips and he was subtly moving you against his boner. The attraction between you two was heady, and he almost got what he wanted plenty of times. But you were a romantic and wanted it to be special. You promised him prom night, and Sy couldnât wait.
â..Driving me crazy, Baby. You can put anything on my rear view as long as you let me get your rear view in the back seatâŠ.â
You giggled.
âYouâre so corny, Sy.â
You whispered as you turned your head and kissed him over your shoulder.Â
âHmmmm. And youâre so sweet.â
Syâs sea blue eyes gazed at you as he licked his lips.
He was crazy for you. And you were for him. You felt it. And you just knew youâd be together forever. You grinned as you climbed over him into the back seat. Didnât hurt to fool around a little, even if you werenât gonna give him the p that night.
ââââââ
You shook out of the memory as a warm June breeze whipped your short skirt around your thighs. You pulled on the yellow and white designer dress as you contemplated driving back to your hotel and changing. This dress was not a good idea. The triumphant feeling of serving looks when you appraised yourself in the mirror was replaced with anxiety. The dress was too short and you were not the same size you were in high school. Thighs you considered pretty and thick in the mirror just an hour ago seemed massive and you tugged at the deep plunge of the neckline without a bra.
You sighed as you tried to center yourself. You told yourself that you were growing out of negative self talk, especially in the last seven years since your divorce. You were reminded of your promise to never care about the, male gaze again. It just wasnât worth it.
But you hadnât been under Jacob Syversonâs gaze in 20 years.
ââ
Sy posted up at the bar, blue eyes taking in the scene of his former classmates reuniting. He downed his two fingers of Makerâs Mark and asked for another. His heart rate was up as he scanned the room, eyes going back to the door again and again. He was waiting for you. No use in denying it to himself. He wanted to see you again, and more. It was his one objective. An objective he was unsure of attaining.
He was more nervous about being in a hotel ballroom tonight than in Afghanistan.Â
Christ, he felt like that 17 year old kid again who first laid eyes on you.
ââ-
August, 2003
Sy knew what he wanted the moment he saw your face.Â
You stopped the world when you first stepped into his British Literature class the first day of senior year. He was seated and talking with his best friend and wide receiver, Jeremy Atkins, when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He let the conversation about which route they should run at the scrimmage that afternoon slip as his eyes lighted on your face. You were anxious, but trying not to let it show. Those eyes held fire, and your lipsâŠ
âŠwell your lips besides being everything he dreamt of, he just knew the words that came out of your lips would light someone up as well. He could tell you had spirit by the way you carried yourself.
Your hair was wild and shoulder length, bangs swept aside for vision, and you couldnât hide that body under your baggy clothes. He lasered in on the fact that you werenât wearing a bra underneath your graphic tee, and power that the strip of skin between your shirt and your baggy jeans was not lost on him. He was a 17 year old male, after all.
Sy shifted in his seat as he leaned back and grinned to himself when you scanned the room, glaring at anyone who looked askance. He tapped his pencil on the desk to try to get your attention but you just ignored him as the group of seatless students surrounding you dwindled. You were left alone under the scrutiny of soulless cretins, otherwise known as teenagers.Â
You gave each one brazen enough to stare at you a side eye, but you stopped when you finally noticed Sy smirking at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to choke on a chuckle.
Becca Ferguson, Syâs girlfriend, kicked him in the leg after noticing that not only Sy, but Jeremy were openly staring at you. Shit, heâd forgotten about her. He caught the way her eyes cut over to you, and he knew what came next. He tried to distract her with a flip of the shelf of his blown out curls and a smile, something that had worked many times before.Â
But you were a threat to Becca now; she had to do something about you.
You raised your head high as you walked to the seat that Mrs.Beatty pointed out. You passed down the aisle between Sy and Becca, who scrunched up her face as if she smelled something bad. Sy got a whiff of you and you smelled divine, like that Sweet Pea bath gel stuff that he played off sniffing when he went to the mall with Becca.Â
His head turned.
Becca glared at him and he turned toward the front of the room, where the teacher had started to pass out the syllabus.Â
â--
June 2024
Just like lunch on the first day of school at Central High all those years ago, Carla and Tiffani engulfed you and took you under their wings when you walked into the Marriott, the venue for your reunion. They crowed over you; your hair, your dress, your glow. You forgot any anxiety that you were feeling about how you looked. These were your best friends. Your Bubbles and Blossom.
These women filled the gaping place in your heart torn open from attending 10 different schools from K-12, following your motherâs loves and whims when she didnât take her meds, or when she self-medicated. They were your soul sisters. And you still kept in touch even though distance separated you.
Carla had that grin on her face while Tiffani expressed her excitement that you were in town.
âGirl! I am so glad that you made it!âÂ
Tiffani was the gentle one.
âYeah, I owe Tiff a c-note, because I was sure youâd chicken out.â
Carla laughed at you while you scowled at her.
Tiffani tskd at her bestie, and took your arm while Carla took the other and they ushered you through the doors of the ballroom.
âWell, she has a new job in town and everything, she had to come.â
âYeah, she had to come to town, but coming tonight is a wholeeee different story.â
You laughed.
âI donât have the job yet, Tiff. Interview is Monday. And why wouldnât I come tonight?â
The familiar banter was back, as if 20 years was no matter at all between you and your girls.
You heard someone clear their throat behind you and Carla peered over her shoulder and then smirked at you. She jerked her head back.
âBecause of that.â
You looked over your shoulder, smiling right before your stomach dropped.
There was Jake Syverson, all grown up, and staring at you as if all this time hadnât happened.
â-
Sy saw you enter the ballroom and he almost wanted to run away. Being in country on a dangerous mission was nothing compared to the thought of actually facing you again.
At least he was trained for war.Â
Love was another thing entirely.
He took a deep breath as he focused on you. You had always been beautiful, but now, as a grown woman, you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was sleek and your face was perfectly beat with makeup that accentuated your natural beauty. You were glowing and that smile wasâŠeverything.
As he leaned on the bar and scanned the rest of your body in that dress, he took another drink. Sy indeed felt 18 again, because his body was reacting as if he were a randy teenager. Your body was everything he remembered, and more. More of everything he remembered loving and lusting over 20 years ago.Â
âDamn.â
He said it out loud and the bartender replied.
âAgreed, Brother.â
Sy looked at the young man admiring you who couldnât be over 25, and threw down some money.
âWatch it, kid.â
That little bit of jealousy fueled Syâs bravado, and he found the courage to step to you.Â
â--
You froze like a deer in headlights.Â
Over the years, you imagined seeing him again, in all different kinds of scenario, and you thought you could handle it, but the reality of the situation just about knocked you on your ass. Time stopped as you stared at him.Â
Sy was more handsome with age, if that was possible. His eyes, his shoulders, his hair! His gorgeous curls were short and a shock of hair was growing from his chin. Your body reacted as your traitorous brain instantly thought of how his beard would feel on certain parts of your body. He looked good in a suit, but he was massive. You had on heels, but Sy seemed bigger than you remembered. He wasnât the lithe high school quarterback you remembered.
You unconsciously walked closer.Â
He was taller.Â
But he was also huge: bigger muscles, thicker limbs; his body seemed more powerful all the way around.
Heaven help you.
And the way he was looking at you as if he still owned you, as if all everything that happened hadnât happened. As if all these yearsâŠ
Your arms went out to Carla and Tiff beside you for some support, but they were gone, and you stumbled a bit. Sy grabbed your arm quickly as you laughed to play it off.
âHey Buttercup. You good?â
Goodness, his voice!
How could that damn drawl be deeper and sexier than you remembered? And his touch on your skin felt familiar, yet strange, like a touch from a dream. What was happening to you?
âI need a drink.â
Sy was silent for a bit as you got your drink and had a sip. The way you licked your lips made him want to fall to his knees and beg.
â--
May 2004
âPlease, please, please Buttercup. Just let me put the tip in. I promise I wonât move. It wouldnât really be doing itâŠâ
Sy was whispering in your ear and you were mute, waiting to hear more as your pussy pulsed in your jeans, the grind against his crotch delicious torture.
âI dream about it, Buttercup. I feel you, Baby. So fucking wet for me. I just know that it would feel so, so so good. Iâd slip right in.â
It was midnight on your 18th birthday and you were in the Bronco, letting Sy feel you up under your panties for the first time. Your head was thrown back and your eyes rolled at how good it felt. You didnât know how you would hold out. But it was just three weeks until Prom.
You were sat on his lap and he had one hand down your jeans and one up your shirt.
He pistoned his hips up, causing your back to arch against his chest. You could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.. Syâs voice lowered to a whisper.
ââM Gonna taste my fingers, Buttercup. Watch.â
You opened your eyes as Sy pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. You whined when he closed his eyes and moaned. You throbbed. It had never been like this before.
âYou are so delicious⊠Need moreâŠâ
Sy pushed his hand back down into your pants to get you to do that arch again. It sent him feral to see that for some reason.
His fingers found the source and circled it, causing your body to tense up and your fingers to grab his arms.
âOh my god! Sy!â
Youâd come close to this feeling before just grinding with him on the back seat, but this was incomparable.
Your fingernails sunk into his forearms, creating marks for sure. This fueled him even more as he continued his ministrations at your core. He toyed beneath your bra and your mouth opened to seek oxygen as the feeling in your belly continued to tune you to a fever pitch.
âYesâŠ. BabyâŠ.. fuck⊠You gonna cum on my lap?â
âHunnnh, hunnh, hunnnh!â
âYouâre so fucking hot⊠Iâm about to jizz in my pants⊠cum for me, BabyâŠâ
Sy grinded against your bottom, and you stiffened while the worldâs most wonderful feeling washed over you. You cried out as Sy pinched your nipple and you came, feeling as if the Bronco was caught up in the Wizard of Oz Twister. The world was certainly now in color when you could open your eyes.
Sy held you, watching your beautiful face as you pouted and came back to earth. When you did, your smile was worth all the gold in the world to him. He kissed your temple and slipped his hand out of your pants, sucking your juices off of them again.
You were about to jump him, but Sy interrupted your thought.
âNow that youâve got a preview of Prom night, letâs get you home, Buttercup. Gotta get your beauty sleep for the festivities later on tonight.â
â-
Sy cleared his throat after staring at you silently for a solid three minutes. The way you licked your lips clean and focused on him was some powerful magic.
âSo. How have you been, Sy? How is the family?â
You tried to keep any bitterness out of your voice. The fact that Becca Spurgeon ruined your prom (and your relationship with Sy) by announcing that she was pregnant with Syâs baby after she was crowned Prom Queen and he Prom King was something youâd tried to get over for 20 years.Â
Sy straightened up and looked over your shoulder. You glanced in that direction to see Carla and Tiffani hovering protectively.Â
âWell, now Buttercup, thatâs a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I donât know what youâre doinâ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.â
This was done beautifully and a real treat for sure! Love Richonne for INFINITY!!!
Hello! Do you have a master post with all of your Richonne rankings linked/listed? I found your page in the middle of the countdown and would love to see them all. Thanks for writing all of these upâit's so fun and beautiful to revisit their special moments.
Hi! I love that idea đđœ Placing the master list right here. Thank you for thinking of that and thanks so much for reading đ„°
Every time I watch the series over, I discover something I missed and also fall in love with my favorite ship more and more.
You can't tell me Rick Grimes and Michonne weren't meant to be or that their relationship came out of nowhere. They are EVERYTHING & I'll forever be a Richonne Stan!
I disagree with previous anon about the dialogue or them being open with one another about their relationship. Not sure what show they were watching. I'm fresh off of a rewatch and they have always talked to each other like that. Especially after they got together. Especially during and after Negan. Rick confessed to her about Shane. They had that whole conversation during the Say Yes episode about remaking the world together. They had the discussions about forming a democracy between the communities when Michonne decided to make a charter. And on and on. Michonne gave him a whole speech about We're the ones who live when they decided To fight Negan. Now, declarations of love weren't as flowery. But it's been 8 years. They never thought they'd see each other again. Yeah, they're gonna wax poetic. Especially Rick. King of romance.
Rick Grimes really is the king of romance and I'm so glad we really get to see it shine in TOWL. Like obviously we all knew that before but now that the focus is on just them we get to see so much more of it which I guess why to some it may feel like something new. We only got one "I love you" in the main show for some reason so all the declarations of love kinda do feel like something we may not be used to. But also it does make sense that it might be said more now because it's their first time together in nearly a decade. I feel like he would have said it a lot back then too though because he really is such a romantic guy. But watching TOWL really makes me realize how robbed we were in the main show! I'm just so grateful for TOWL. We got everything we asked for and more.
Recently discovered this one and I love a man thst wears glasses đ
Glasses
Husband!Oscar x black!wife!reader
Word count: 2k
Content warning: fluffy fluffy, Oscar is a stubborn husband, a little sexy flirtatiousness at the end, just your typical married couple and we love it, reader is hot for Oscar and his glasses (I mean I would be too tf)
A/N: bare in mind that i donât have glasses idk how the process goes lmao I just made shit up so sorry if itâs not accurate I guess. Who cares weâre in make believe land rn
Sorry for typos && bad translations if any
(I know these arenât glasses glasses but⊠you get it lmao)
"Mama..." Rafa says poking your arm, you look down at him and smile. "Yes?"
"Why is Dad making that face?" He asks pointing over to Oscar who's holding his phone down in his lap with his head tilted up slightly so that he can see the screen better. You shook your head. That old bastard was a stubborn one. You have noticed for months now that Spooky is squinting to read everything, he's holding things at certain angles just the see the words correctly. He even has the kids reading things for him when he flat-out can't make out any of the words.
And of course, you've confronted him about it, saying if he wanted you could schedule an appointment with an optometrist and get his vision checked but he tells youâ "No, mamita, I'm fine."
Stubborn Jack ass.
You roll your eyes and sigh dramatically. "Mi hijo, maybe you can talk some sense into your big-headed father. Because he won't listen to me." You say loud enough for your husband to hear. He grumbles and looks over at you, so tempted to say something disrespectful but your son is there. You wiggle your eyebrows taunting him.
"Papa, I think you need gafas."(glasses)
Spooky breathes heavily like a dragon, you swear smoke comes out of his nose too. "Mira, baby, let me just take you to check your eyes. If I'm wrong I'll eat my words and do anything you want."
His ears perk up at the offer. "Anything?"
And you knew what that tone meant. Spooky had been asking for another baby sooner rather than later but you constantly rebuttal with the fact that your third child, Emilia, was only a year old and you refused to have two under two. "Yes, anything." You reply confidently knowing you'd win this battle. He says it's a deal and you smile proudly keeping a reminder to make his appointment later.
-- --
In the days leading up to the appointment, he swore up and down that you'd be wrong, that you'll soon be walking around with a round belly all over again and he couldn't wait to see it. You remain quiet and shrug, occasionally giggling at how cocky he was about this.
After dropping the kids off at your mom's, you two head over to the Optometrist. You're pleasantly greeted by the woman at the front desk who asks you who the appointment is for. Oscar finds himself a seat and huffs like a child. You roll your eyes and mention his name. "I'm assuming you made the appointment." She smiles light-heartedly. "That obvious?"
"Trust me, I've got one at home whose chain I have to pull to even get him to the doctor. They're all like that."
You giggle and look over your shoulder at him as he pouts and looks at his new shoes. The receptionist says she'll let the doctor know you two were there and be back to guide you to a room. You take a seat next to Oscar who immediately puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing at your supple flesh. "So, what do you think the next baby will be? I hope it's a boy, I can't lie."
"Will you shut the fuck up? You are not winning this bet, Diaz."
He looks around before trailing his hand up your dress, your eyes widen when his fingers brush over your panties. "Who you talkin' to like that? Don't let this bet get you fucked up."
You swallow your attitude and shrink in the chair, he removes his hand and gently kisses your temple. Maybe he'd get another baby out of you regardless.
It wasn't long before you two were called in. Once in the room, Oscar was told to sit in the chair that was hooked up to everything while you sat in the extra chair not too far from them. He starts by asking Oscar about his medical history; and if anyone in his family has problems with their vision but he says, "Not as far as I know."
You watch as he's asked to read the chart across the room and he instinctively squints, you cover your mouth to stop your giggles.
Even with the act of squinting he ends up getting a lot of them wrong.
He's tested furthermore and, honestly, it was not looking too good. He was struggling so much that it was truly getting to him, his nails scape at the jeans over his knee caps-- taps them once in a while whenever he lets out a frustrated sigh. You were beginning to feel bad for him, wanting to whisper the letters to him so he didn't feel so... shitty.
The lights in the room turn on and the optometrist sits in his chair. "Mr. Diaz, unfortunately, I do think you'll need some prescription glasses. You are more farsighted in your right eye than you are in your left. The left eye seems to be fine for now. So, I will put in an order for a pair of lenses and when they're ready we'll give you a call to pick out the frames."
Oscar sighs, he sounds so defeated. You two thank the doctor and make your way out of the office building and back to the car. He sucks his teeth while buckling his seatbelt, he crosses his arms and waits for you to put the car in drive but you don't budge. "Why are you acting like this?"
He shrugs. "Let's just go."
"No. What are you upset about?"
"I'm old."
There was a moment of silence, took you a a minute to realize he was serious. "I'm old, mama. I can't see shit, I'm tired, I'm cranky. I'm fucking old. Next thing you know I can't play with my kids, can't play FĂștbol con Rafa, dios mio." (Soccer with Rafa, my God)
He was genuinely spiralling. "Papito, I hate to break it to you but we're supposed to get old." You say to him but it (obviously) doesn't help.
"Who says you won't? Mi marido, (my husband) we will be there for all of their events, for all the big changes. We will still be there when they all leave the nest to create their own, and when they come back to visit." You reassure. "I'll still be next to you in a rocking chair. We are not going anywhere, anytime soon. Entiendes? No hay prisa." (Understand? No rush)
He nods, still pouting. You lean over and plant a loving kiss on his lips. "If you ask me you will make a sexy Abuelo. Glasses and all."
"En serio?"Â A little bit of confidence coming back to him.
"SĂ, papi chulo." You purr pulling him in for another kiss. "You know we have a lot of time before we got to get the kids." He grumbles his lips travelling down your neck. "Let's go before you get us in trouble in this parking lot."
He shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time."
You laugh. "I know, I don't want to relive it."
-- --
Days passed and Oscar finally got the call to pick up his lenses and choose the frames, you offered to go with him but he said he wanted to surprise you. You'd been waiting all day excited to see what would walk through the door.
You sighed flipping through the selections on Prime, the house was quiet with the kids either distracted or sleeping and you were bored-- until you heard the car door slam shut and his keys jingle right outside the door. The door swings open but he doesn't enter, not yet. He calls out for you and when you answer all too eagerly he chuckles at your excitement. "You been waitin' on this all day?" He asks.
"Yes, hurry the fuck up." You rush. He appears from behind the door and stands with his arms slightly open. "Cómo me veo?" (How do I look?) He asks. Your eyes widen and your jaw slacks. They were simple black frame glasses, they weren't obnoxiously thick or oddly small, and they were good enough to fit him. You sit up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. "You look... good. Muy guapo, papito." You slur feeling a heat spread in your lower belly. His eyebrows raise in surprise, he knows that look anywhere.
"Quierida..."
"Oscar... " You had the filthiest line ready for him to hear until a pair of footsteps descended from the steps. "Whoooooa! Elliana, Mira! Papa got glasses!" Rafa announces rushing down the stairs to get a better look and shortly another set of little feet made their way over. The two children were so interested in what was on their father's face and how different he looked. "Can you see better?" Elliana asks and he smiles giving her a sweet kiss on her head. "SĂ, mi corazĂłn. Thanks for asking."
Rafa turns to you. "Mama, doesn't Dad's glasses look cool?"
Their eyes were on you but you could feel the taunting nature of your husband's eyes. "Yeah... mhm, he looks... they look-k good." You stammer causing Oscar to smirk.
He had seemingly found an upper hand on you with these glasses and he wasn't afraid to use it over the next week. He had them on even when he didn't need them to see that look on your faceâ the lust, the adorationâ your pupils seem to expand whenever you see him in those spectacles. He just looked fucking hot.
It was the best when he walked around in his grey sweats, alone, with no shirt. Just his tattoos and glasses to complete his look and you ate it up every time. You tug on your bottom lip as you paint the picture in your mind. But why imagine, when you can just go see. The house was quiet, all the kids were sound asleep, you shifted out of bed as carefully as you could to not wake Emilia. Once you are successful you grab the baby monitor and creep downstairs, the television is off and the whole first floor is dark-- the only form of light shines through the windows courtesy of the moon.Â
"Why the fuck would you do that!?"Â
Ah yes, of course, he was in his habitat. The basement. You sneak your way down to see that the ceiling light is off and he just has the ones around his monitors on, though they are bright enough for her to see where she's going. His back is turned and he's so zoned in that your presence goes unnoticed for quite some time. You cross your arms and dramatically clear your throat to let him know you're here. "Yall give me a minute, wifey is here." You can hear the collective; "Hi wifey!" "Hola señiorita!" "What's good Mrs. Spooky?"Â
You smile and greet them right back before he mutes his mic. "What's up?" He spins his chair to give you his full attention. "Emilia's awake?"Â
You shake your head. "No, she's still sleeping. Just came to hang out." Your eyes ogle the print in his sweats. He follows your line of sight and chuckles. "You sure?"
"Mhm." You swing your leg over his legs and perch yourself on his lap. "I mention how fucking good you look in these glasses?" You purr leaning in. "They havin' an effect on you, ma. That I can see." He hums ghosting your lips with his. "And that's why you should listen to your esposa (wife)more."Â
Your lips finally meet and it's not long before you two are practically nibbling at each other with a mutual desperation to end the sexual tension that's been created over time. "Let me hop off the game-"Â
"No, it's okay. They can't see you right?" You smirk gnawing at his jaw. "No, they can't."
You reach between your bodies and slide your hand into his sweats. Oscar reaches up to adjust his glasses and when they begin to fog up he cleans them off and reaches to put them on his desk when you stop him.Â
"The glasses stay on, Diaz."Â
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