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“Are You Listening?”

Part Four: “My Little Rider”

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader

Summary: It’s part Four Love Bug…expect the unexpected.

Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, hints of desire, and anger.

Word Count: 9,000+.

A/N: It’s been a minute, but as you can see by the word count, it took me some time to finish this part. Thank you lovelies for being patient and understanding why it takes me a while. I truly hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

Note 2: if you haven’t seen my announcement. I’m either in the midst of or have already gotten surgery by the time this drops. I may or may not be up to writing for a little while.

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Issa Interlude

Are You Listening? - The Playlist:

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Inspired By♥️:

Sliding open the glass doors to the balcony, you stepped out into the bright sunshine. The day's cheer stood in stark contrast to the hollowness within you. It felt like a cruel joke, the events of the past week, unfolding just before today. A humorless laugh escaped your lips, cold and laced with bitterness.

Leaning against the balcony railing, you glanced at the text you had read a dozen times since it arrived. The screen illuminated your sullen features. You knew you looked like hell and didn't care.

Shouldn't the outside match what's within?

Each time you read the message, your emotions spiraled. It all felt consuming. How could words rattle you this much? Rereading it, you practiced deep breathing, willing the unshed tears away.

Whether spoken aloud or written in text, his words affect me. Love can be a dangerous game. It's most certainly not for the weak. If only he would give me space and time to think—No. What is there to think about? I can't trust him—it’s over. I've got enough shit to deal with. He knows that.

Even your inner thoughts weren’t enough of a distraction. Rio’s words poured back into the line of sight, and you reread the message.

Maybe: Husband🥰♥️💍: It’s not lost on me that I’m the last person you want to hear from. Knowing what the date is and that we’re the only two people who know the significance of it. I’ll be damned if I let you suffer through this alone. Hear me out, mama.

As you tried to process his words, another text came through.

Maybe: Husband🥰♥️💍: Even if you choose not to respond, I’ve made it my mission to get us through this day. Let’s push aside the fact that you hate me. Ignore me if that’s what you need, but please know I’m here. Damn, I wish I could find you. I would give anything to hold you right now. You’re hurting, not just because of me, but the loss. You probably could care less, but you’re not alone. I’m hurting too, mama. My mind keeps flashing back, hearing those devastating words. Images of us clinging to one another. The look on your face. That haunts me every single day. I feel like I failed you even back then.

Reading the last sentence sent your fingers tapping across the screen. Rio may not deserve an ounce of your time, but blaming himself was out of the question. You were not going to let him do this. He could beat himself down for fucking your marriage over, but he wouldn’t be shouldering this. Neither one of you deserved that. Easier said than done.

Mama♥️🌎: Don’t, Christopher.

Mama♥️🌎: You know that you didn’t. It’s my fault. My body wasn’t strong enough. It was all on me.

Dots dance. Stop. Appear and disappear again. Your phone buzzed, notifying a FaceTime call. Against better judgment, you touched accept. His surroundings were dim, but you could see he was in his car. Rio gave his infamous nod, “Hey, mama,” he rasped. You watched as he leaned back against the headrest. Rio had his hood pulled up, dressed in his usual ensemble of all-black everything. The sight of his bloodshot eyes caused your stomach to twist into knots. You became painfully aware that he wasn’t sleeping either. Pushing it aside, you listened as he dug deeper into the topic of the text.

“I’m not about to let you blame yourself for this. You did everything right, mama. I should’ve-.”

“Stop! My responsibility was to carry and deliver a healthy, happy b-.”

“Why are you doing this to yourself,” Rio growled. “You did everything and more. Cut that shit right now, mama.”

“Then where’s our baby, Rio,” you wailed, unable to fight back tears. “We didn’t even get to hold him. He was just gone. Six bliss-filled months—and then he was gone,” you finished in a whisper, tears streaming down your face.

“Mama. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

“Coming from the one who blames himself. Why would this be on you, Rio?”

“Maybe if I would’ve been more present. I could’ve done a better job of being attentive. Staying on you about getting enough rest. Things would’ve-.”

“No, Christopher,” you sighed, voice full of sadness. “You know you fell back from hustling at that time. We’re being irrational about this, but we can’t help it. We’ll always feel like things would’ve been different. In reality, no, they wouldn’t have. It hurts so much to admit, but it wasn’t our time. It’s bigger than us. The pain. Sadness. Anger. I don’t know why, but it’s all a part of his plan. Somehow, we’re supposed to find light at the end of this devastating tunnel. Maybe one day we’ll get to a point where it doesn’t hurt as much,” you sniffled, fat tears still falling down your cheeks.

“We would’ve been some dope ass parents, mama.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Silence entered the conversation. The two of you stared at one another. Pain etched in your features. Rio’s head dropped at the sight of your fresh sets of tears. He raised his head, meeting your gaze. He pleaded, “Don’t cry, mama. Please. It rips me apart to see you in this much pain.”

You both knew the discussion had shifted.

“Why did you break us, Rio,” you questioned, voice cracking in the process.

“Mama, please—it’s not–listen-.”

“No, I shouldn’t have asked you that. I—Can’t do this with you. Not now.”

“At some point, we need to have this conversation, love.”

“It won’t be today. Things are heavy enough. I gotta go, Rio.”

“Can you stop running for one damn minute?”

“How fucking ironic! I spent the last few months asking you the same thing.”

Rio glared at you, silence and tension building. He hated that your words were the truth.”

“Nothing to say, yeah? Fuck off my line.”

Ending the call, you shoved the device out of sight. Every part of that conversation came barreling at you. “Fuck!” Your hands cradled your face as the tears came like waterfalls. Somehow, you managed to sink to the balcony floor. You shrank, curling into a ball, and the muffled sobs drowned out your surroundings. That was probably the reason you hadn’t heard the faint footsteps. You felt a warm presence step around, sinking behind you. The intoxicating scent of cologne mixed with mint and a hint of brandy surrounded you.

“Shhh, querida. Come,” Miguel whispered, pulling you into his lap. You buried your head into his chest as his hand caressed your head. His lips pecked both your hair and forehead.

“Miguel,” you wept, gasping for air.

“I know, love. Let it all out.”

“I—he FaceTimed. Today is-,” you started. The pain was too much. You couldn’t articulate what you felt.

“It’s okay, shh, sweetheart. I heard most of the conversation. You, being incredibly brave, cariño, forcing aside your differences, and being there for each other. That’s no easy task, given the test your marriage is going through. I respect that,” Miguel rasped as he attempted to soothe you.

Forcing breath into your lungs, you paused to gather your thoughts. The question running through your mind flew out like word vomit.

“Was it me? Did I ruin us?”

“No, amor. I know you well. The love you are capable of is multifaceted, boundless, and profound. How could you ruin it? It isn’t possible.” Miguel used the pads of his thumbs to sweep tears from your face. His hands joined with yours to calm the trembling.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Can you take a deep breath for me, yeah?”

Miguel watched, waiting for you to take several breaths before he continued. “Losing a child isn’t anyone’s fault. What matters is how you dealt with the loss as a couple. There’s a chance it’s part of how you ended up here, and if it is–that’s not on you, querida. That’s grief. It’s a complex and life-altering experience. Some navigate it in more harmful ways than others. Perhaps it was the only way he could think to deal with it. I’m not excusing his behavior, but grief can turn you into someone unrecognizable,” he advised with a contemplative and distant look in his eyes. Let’s just focus on your grief. Come here.”

“I’ve been stuck in it all. We were never on the same page with grief. If one was ready to discuss it, the other wasn’t ready to face it. We just kept turning ourselves off to healing together. If I felt alone, then there had to be times when he did too. Rio spent his childhood and half of adulthood having to care for himself. He had to remain tough to get through life. The only thing Rio knows is to bury his hurt and channel it into ambition. He feels it’s necessary to be strong for me, but that’s not what I need from him. Is it bad that I want him to show emotion? It grew to the point that the more he worked–the more I felt like a failure as a wife. I mean, I couldn’t carry his child—our sweet baby boy to term. Then he busied, drowning himself in business. How could I not think I failed him? How am I supposed to believe he didn’t find comfort in someone else’s arms.”

You swiped at more tears aggressively. “Damn it! I’m tired of crying.” Miguel scooped you from the balcony floor. He carried you back into the suite, depositing you onto the plush couch. Taking residence on the cushion next to you, he tapped his lap. Your legs stretched as your feet settled in his lap. He spread a blanket over you.

“Do you want to continue this discussion, querida?”

“Not at the moment. Every time I attempt to do so. I end up drowning in tears,” you finished with a yawn.

“You haven’t slept in days. Get some rest. I’ll be right here. You’re eating something when you get up. I let that nonsense fly at breakfast because you needed to sleep more. No argument.”

“Fine, bossy! Don’t you have a business to handle?”

“You needn’t worry about any of that. I can handle anything important from my phone. Trust me, amor. Now sleep.”

The stress and sadness that enveloped your day stopped as you drifted off. It was the most peace you had felt in what seemed like weeks. Like most things current in your life, the quiet only lasted for a small fraction of time. Constant vibration sent your phone rumbling across the luxurious dark oak coffee table. As if that weren’t already enough of a distraction, a loud pounding at the suite’s entrance sounded. Rapid knocks and phone buzzing pulled you and Miguel from a restful sleep. He shot up from a slumped form, saving the phone and Macbook from tumbling to the floor from his right leg. The sigh that slipped from your parted lips wreaked sadness and depression. Miguel’s eyes stole a glance at your phone resting on the table. His cell and the rude knocking went ignored as his lips connected with the top of your head as he brushed the curls from your eyes.

“He’ll only continue to call, amor.”

“I’ll turn it off. Wouldn’t be the first time,” you murmured in response.

Miguel smirked, playfully shaking his head. With a nod, he signaled toward the knocking.

“Excuse me while I go and shoot whoever’s knocking like a madman.”

“Could be important. Whoever your guest is, managed to get past Nestor. Try not to be too hard on whoever it is,” you finished with a skeptical shrug.

The buzzing continued, causing a lump to form in your throat. Avoiding a repetitive conversation, you opted to send Rio a quick text.

Maybe: Husband🥰♥️💍: For the love of all that is holy, please give me a minute of peace, Rio! If it’s urgent. Text me! I do not want to talk about us. Nor do I want to get sucked into another whirlpool of emotions. Just, please. Quiet–I need quiet. Running on fumes, anger, and sadness is exhausting. I’ll hit you back whenever I’m not an emotional wreck. Don’t count on that being anytime soon.

You could have easily placed him on the block list, but you were his only dependable family. Given that and the business he was in, you’d never forgive yourself if anything happened and he reached out to find you weren’t there.

Harsh whispers pulled you from your thoughts. They grew closer and more distinct. Miguel's voice came out gruff. The recipient of his impatience received a seething response. Hurried footsteps bounded into the room, and an all too familiar voice caused your blood to run cold.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise?”

You didn't have to turn and face them. Their eyes bore into the back of your skull. Bracing yourself for confrontation, you responded, “Emily. It’s such a pleasure to see you—former best friend. The edge in your voice didn't go unnoticed.

“This One’s For You Emily.

You’re The Reason I Won’t Ever Be Free…”

-PLAZA.

“Wish I could say the same,” she sniped, eyes drifting to Miguel.

His body language was rigid and impatient. His muscles in his jaw tensed, flexing with annoyance. With one deep calming breath, he steeled his features.

“Let's put a pause on this icy reunion. Would you mind telling me why you've blown into my hotel suite like some mad woman?”

“I need a reason to pop up? I’m your wife, Miguel,” Emily huffed.

“God, You Took Me Down So Low Emily…”

-PLAZA.

He snorted in response, “Please, save me the dramatics. We haven’t spoken in weeks. Unless it’s about my son—we have no reason to communicate.��

Emily’s cocky grin faded. She recovered quickly, shoulders squared with her nose in the air.

“These are private matters. Perhaps we should step to another room, or your guest could leave.”

“That won’t be necessary. Say what you have to say. The quicker I get you out of my suite, the better.”

Witnessing the exchange between them made you feel uncomfortable. You cleared your throat, grabbing their attention.

“I–I need to run some errands. I can catch up with you later, Miguel-”

“No. Stay. I can escort you wherever you need to go whenever my estranged wife leaves.”

And here she goes in three, two, one.

Rage coursed through Emily’s body. Her head jerked toward your direction, jealousy sparking in her eyes.

“Why are you even here? Aren’t you a little far from home? Don’t you have a husband to pester? When will you ever get over the fact that he chose us over that silly little friendship-.”

“Traitors They Ain’t Welcome Here With Me…”

-PLAZA.

“Enough,” Miguel growled. “You bounce your little dainty ass in here. Making demands and spewing jealousy, as if we can even stand to occupy the same space. Stop putting on a show because suddenly, you inexplicably feel a sense of possessiveness and entitlement! You? Questioning her about marriage? Fucking laughable. Please, don’t push me. You know I’m seconds away from laying all your shit bare,” he threatened.

His piercing gaze sliced into Emily. It was evident that Miguel was a second away from complete rage. You stepped between the angry couple as they continued to match glowering looks.

“Everyone relax,” you started, shifting your gaze from one to the other. “Emily, as you've previously mentioned, I’m married. Please miss him with these implications of cheating.”

She laughed, disbelieving every word coming from your lips. “Right. I find that hard to believe.”

Miguel released a humorless chuckle. “You always were an audacious woman. I use the term woman loosely. Do you hear yourself? The irony— accusing her of sleeping with your husband. The very man you no longer want to be married to. It’s absurd coming from someone who is actively sleeping and whoring around with other men. How’s your little lost puppy, Ezekiel?”

You pinned her with an expectant glare, “You never could decide. I mean, why would you? You kept them both distracted and hanging on to your every word. That was your ultimate goal. Was it not?”

“Just what the fuck are you getting at?”

“Hoe, please! Never did you once bat an eyelash toward either one of them. The moment you realized the three of us knew each other well. You started using our budding friendship as a tactic to draw them in. My unsuspecting friends fell right into your little honey traps. No shade, Miguel.”

“It’s all good. You tried to warn us in the nicest way possible. Thinking with a smaller head–we ignored the signs.”

“No one needed to use you. Men simply saw me as a better fit as a friend or an ideal partner. You did seem to struggle with self-esteem issues. Poor dear, always had a desperate need to be loved.”

Miguel’s eyes narrowed as he prepped to take off on Emily once more. An outstretched hand halted his words. You signaled that you had everything under control. Turning back to Emily, your clasped hands dropped. Your head tilted as you gathered her, your tone eerily calm and collected.

“I see you’re still as delusional as you were back then. What self-esteem issues, honey? It wasn’t me doing anything to attract attention. Now, was it? I’ve been that bitch–still that bitch. Gullible. That’s what I used to be. How did I ever believe you were my actual friend? You used me to get close to any man who befriended me. Luckily, I moved closer to my parents after graduation. You probably would’ve tried to fuck my husband as well.”

“I should’ve paid a visit and saved him from a miserable bitch like you. Honey, don’t kid yourself. Neither one of them was remotely interested in you back then. Both friend zoned your ass without my help.”

“Let’s get some things clear. Shall we? One: I knew him long before you did. That’s why you’re mad. He’s always been there for me when I needed him. Same with Ezekiel. See, the problem is you don’t know how to be a friend to anyone. I get that you wouldn’t understand the basis of a platonic relationship.”

“And I’m not for the games, so bitch you better watch yo’ mouth with me

Ay, ‘cause it get ugly (it get ugly)

But I’m a sweetheart you can’t tell

You wouldn’t know what all I been through

Cause I make this shit look well (for real).”

-Monaleo.

You stepped closer to Emily, crowding her space. “Second and last thing. Very important, though. Be easy, chica. I may look sweet as pie, but we both know I’m about that. Don’t make me get active. I tend to get a little crazy when I’ve been insulted one too many times. Let those be the last curse words you toss in my direction, mama. It’s clear as day that Miguel here would turn the other cheek. He wouldn’t blink twice if I popped a cap in your ass. Please stop trying to play in my face. Don’t play with your life like that. Be smart, yeah?”

I just had to pull a Rio. Lord, this man lives in my head—rent-free.

Emily rolled her eyes, huffing, “Care to calm your guard dog down?”

“Oh, that wasn’t for my benefit.” Miguel pointed at you proudly. “Do you see her? That’s an actual grown woman. She commands attention and demands respect. Careful wife, that husband you keep questioning her about? He picked up where I left off.”

“Meaning?”

“She knows the business. Good and bad. There isn’t much she’ll flinch at. You better learn to get along with her. I’d hate to raise our son alone.”

“You always did take her side.”

“I give loyalty to those who earn and return it, señora Galindo. Why are you here, Emily? The sooner you leave, the better. God, I need a drink.”

You walk over to an exasperated Miguel. Squeezing his forearm, you whisper, “Scotch on the rocks?” With a warm smile and gentle head nod, you finish, “I’ll give you two a moment. Stay calm and hear her out. You two have a child? Do what’s best for him.”

Miguel smiles, patting and then leaving a gentle squeeze on your hand. “I’ll do my best.”

Heading to fix his drink, you grumble, “Hope we don’t bump into one another again during my visit. Have a wonderful fucking day, Emily.” Your voice drips with sarcasm as you exit the room and throw up a middle finger.

Miguel fights off a chuckle as he listens to you fuss toward the kitchen. “This rude ass hooker. Somebody better tell her who she fuckin’ with. She needs to get those roots cleaned up. Everybody knows that ain’t your natural hair color, Bitch! Face just as punchable as the red-headed demon back home. I’m sick of these hoes! Ain’t nothin’ but some throats for hire.”

His attention zeroed in on his estranged wife the moment you were no longer in sight. Patience dwindling at a rapid speed.

“Cut the shit, Emily. What is it that you want?”

Miguel would do almost anything to get rid of her. His love for their son only saved her from such fate.

You weren’t sure how he managed to do it. By the time you returned, he was alone. He sat in an armchair, elbows propped on his knees, fingers massaging his temples. Quietly making your way over to Miguel, you placed his drink on the end table next to him, stepping in front of the brooding man. You gently ran your fingers through his scalp, wanting to offer him a sense of calm.

“You want to talk about it,” you questioned, knowing the answer.

Silence.

The minutes moved at a snail’s pace as Miguel tried to resist scratching an itch that desperately needed to be scratched.

His impulses got the better of him. Miguel’s head tilted up slowly, locking eyes with you. Not sure what to do with your hands, they dropped down. He moved to the edge of the chair. Eyes still fixed on one another, Miguel whispered, “Can I touch you?”

He didn't wait for a response, and his hands trailed up your thighs. Your breath hitched as his hands locked onto your hips and pulled you closer.

“Miguel, I-.”

“Mm-mm. Just, please.”

His arms circled your waist, and he leaned in, resting his head against your abdomen.

“Oh, I see.” Your hands resumed their dance across his scalp. “You’ve been a shoulder and listening ear for me. It's only right that I do the same. Are you sure you don't want to talk?”

“She's not worth the conversation.”

“Fine. I'll leave it alone. For now.”

Something kept nagging at your spirit. Though, you promised to drop it. The brain said not to do it, but your mouth beat it to the punch.

“When was the last time you saw your son, Miguel? Why didn't she have Cristobal with her?”

Silence filled the air, and your question went unanswered.

“Miguel,” you whispered sadly.

“I don't wish to discuss the custody of my child with anyone,” he gruffed. “Get dressed.”

“W-what? Why?”

“I'm taking you to dinner. You promised me you'd eat.”

“Distracting me with food. Won't deter me from asking questions.”

Miguel stood from his chair, crowding your space. His frame towered over you, bodies mere inches apart. Your lips are barely a breath apart.

“I know it’s been some years since we’ve been in each other's orbit, querida, but I assure you not much has changed. You, of all people, should know what happens when you push. Be a good girl for me. Do as I ask.”

His left hand lightly gripped your throat. His breath tickled your ear lobe. I’m doing everything in my power not to lash out right now. You don’t deserve that. Emily does. Then there is the fact that I'd love nothing more than to fuck this stress away. We're both in vulnerable places right now. I won't put you in a compromising position. Leave. It. Alone. Clothes. Change them now. Wear something nice. Only the best restaurants for you, amor.”

The emotions coursing through your body were a sizzling mix of desire and anger. You were conflicted over whether to curse Miguel or throw caution to the wind and jump him. You got the fuck out of there before anything went left.

I need to switch hotels. Nothing good will come from all this pent-up frustration. If I wasn’t a married woman—the fuck am I thinking? Miguel and I can’t go there.

Thoughts raced through your head while showering and getting ready. When you had slipped on your heels and dabbed on your Hermés perfume, you decided that going out in public was a terrible idea. Rio was desperate to find you. Not to mention, someone was stalking you. There was no doubt that Miguel would protect you, but the thought of being in a social environment made you nauseous. The click of your heels tapped across the marble floors.

“Miguel, maybe we shouldn’t—.”

His gaze met yours, and a slow smirk formed on his face.

“I thought about it too. Since I know you worry about everything. I had dinner prepared and delivered. Good thing you take ridiculously long showers,” Miguel teased, laughing as you sucked your teeth.”

“I would make a smart-ass comment, but the place setting is so beautiful. I’m just going to say thank you instead.”

The clinking of silverware was the only sound that dared to interrupt the silence between you two. Attempts were being made to avoid stressful and delicate matters. Miguel’s strength to avoid questions he wanted answered was short-lived. Unable to sit quietly any longer, Miguel charted into dangerous territory. He quietly set aside his fork, reaching for his glass. His head tilted as he asked, more so stated, “You mentioned the word platonic to Emily,” his glance probing.

“Yes. Can you think of a better word,” you asked, already disliking the direction of the conversation.

“Has it always been that way,” he asked with a hint of smugness.

“You want to do this now? I knew it was coming, but seriously, Miguel?”

“No time like the present,” he rasped.

“I have enough on my plate. Why bring this up?”

“You disagree? It’s always been platonic?”

“Say whatever it is you’re trying to say, Galindo.”

“I just want a little clarity, amor. Perhaps my feelings were one-sided?”

“I see you’re still as relentless as ever! Fine, let’s get it out of the way. It’s highly inappropriate, but I see you’re hellbent on it. Big cartel boss always gets his way though, right?”

“Preciosa, don't mistake me. My intentions are pure.”

“Please don’t do that. We both know I can see your bullshit from a mile away,” you cracked, playfully rolling your eyes.

Miguel’s eyes darkened as another sinful smirk tilted his lips. “There was a time things felt... more intense between us, yes,” he questioned, as he grew a little distracted by the glow of your skin.

You scoffed, “We explored things before Hurricane Emily blew into our lives. Then being the mami’s boy you are. You did exactly as she asked. I can still hear her now. ‘Son, that girl is not right for you. She would not fit into this lifestyle. You’re better off as friends.’ Little ole mamí didn’t think the shy, nerdy, curvy, black girl was good enough. It must've eaten her up inside when she realized it pushed you in the direction of someone she hated more. Is Señora Galindo still calling Emily pequeña diabla? It’s not the exact same as she says it, but even I have some manners when it comes to Emily.”

Miguel chuckled lightly at the dig toward both women. “If I’m not mistaken, amor, I continued my pursuit with you.”

“Please, Miguel. I’m already dealing with my husband playing in my face. No need for you to do it as well.”

“Pardon me, amor. I’m not sure I follow.”

"Remember how you wanted to keep me close but convenient? Best friend, sure, but also someone to mess around with while you played the field? When I wasn't down for that, we settled on 'friends.' If I looked someone else's way, you'd ditch Emily like a bad habit. Convenient. Was it not? The timing of your breakups always lined up perfectly with when I started seeing someone. You were scaring guys off before we even crossed that line. And don’t you dare utter the word ‘protective’. That was interference and pure sabotage."

Miguel paused to choose his words wisely. “I don’t know about that last part, querida.”

You looked at him sideways. “Really? How about the eldest R-.”

“That man is and always will be beneath you, Preciosa. I know which name is coming next. Save your breath. I wasn’t about to watch you engage with the enemy either. When you say I conveniently became single. Do you believe I was being manipulative,” he questioned, fear and disappointment lingering in his tone.

You dropped your head, releasing a deep sigh. “You’re just used to getting whatever you want, Miguel. You didn’t want to share even if I was simply being a friend.”

“I did attempt to choose you in the end.”

Your head jerked back as if he had slapped you. “Correction. I gave you two options. Emily was your choice. What you did was pull a dick move on my wedding day. Show up shit-faced, corner me in the bridal suite, and beg me not to go through with it. You, a whole married-ass man, dared to ask me not to marry the man I love. To be a side bitch. A damn mistress. We both know you were never leaving. You unhinged, diabolical, self-centered man. Yet, I still got over it. You were drunk and trapped in a loveless marriage. To answer the original question. The only time it hasn't been platonic is when we both were single. Stop playing with me, Miguel.”

“Does your husband believe we’ve only ever been friends?”

“Unlike the both of you. I tell my spouse everything. Even the shit you pulled that day.”

“Is that why I haven’t heard from you in years?”

“What do you think? Before you jump to conclusions. That was my choice. Rio let that shit slide because I’m his wife. I chose him.”

“What would he think about your being here with me now?”

“Considering all we’re going through at the moment. I honestly don’t give a flying fuck. Let’s be clear though. We’re both married and it ain’t going there.”

That devilish smirk danced across Miguel’s lips. He lifted his hands in surrender, “I know how to be a gentleman, querida. You should know that.” Miguel stood from his dining chair, swaggering toward you. Bending to whisper in your ear, he said, “Just do me a favor and try not to tempt me, amor. It takes a certain kind of strength to resist someone so beautiful,” he rasped, trailing a finger down your cheek.

“This is such a bad idea.”

“You keep your hands to yourself. I’ll do the same. It’s as simple as that.”

Miguel slipped two fingers under your chin. He lifted until your eyes met. You could see regret and sincerity in his eyes.

“I wish I would've handled things better. Let me be the friend you had way back when.”

You started to respond, but there was a knock at the suite’s entrance. Nestor entered, escorting a couple of hotel staffers in. You excused yourself from the table, assuming they were here to clean up. That wasn’t quite the case. You gave Miguel a questioning stare as the pair entered the bedroom.

“We’re checking out tonight, querida.”

“Oh, my apologies. I’m sure you’ve got to get back to your normal day-to-day. I’ll just take a few moments to book myself another hotel.”

“No, amor. You misunderstood.”

“I don’t follow,” you responded slowly.

“You're correct in assuming I need to head home. You'll be accompanying me.”

“Uhh, say what now? Are you high? Drunk? That scotch you had with dinner must've been hella strong.”

“Someone is stalking you,” he responded, voice filled with seriousness. “You refused your husband's help. I'm not sending you back out there alone.”

Speak of the devil himself. I can't believe he's gone the rest of the night without contacting me with his stalking ass. Probably balls-deep in some other bitch. Now I'm pissed. No, I'm not. Fuck him. Okay, I might be a little salty.”

Miguel snapped you out of it as his hand landed on the middle of your back. He didn’t give you a chance to argue.

“Are you aware of what it is that yellow roses symbolize?”

The image of the bright, beautiful, yet creepy flowers sitting in front of your hotel door caused the nerves dancing across your body to prickle with fear.

“N-no. What does it mean?”

“It symbolizes jealousy, or…infidelity. I understand that, though you can’t stand the sight of Rio right now. You’re still very much loyal to the man whose last name you possess. However, this is not up for debate, querida. I’m not taking the risk. There’s enough space in the house. We’ll make it to where we’ll barely cross paths if necessary.”

“This is not up for debate,” you mocked him. “What is with you bossy ass men? You get off on domination, don't you? Knowing damn well I'm stubborn as fuck,” you sniped.

Miguel snorted, and as quick as lightning, his face turned serious. He stepped into your bubble with minimal space between you. Two digits slipped under your chin, guiding your gaze to him. His voice lowered, raspy yet light, “It's true you are stubborn, but you like being a good girl as well. Don't you, princessa?”

You stepped back, putting some space between the two. A shiver racked your body. Trying to save face, you changed the line of questioning, “You do realize if Rio finds out. He’ll kill you, right?”

“I’m not worried, amor. If anything, he should be appreciative.”

“Perhaps we both should be afraid. What about my things? How will your wife feel about this?”

“Estranged wife. We haven’t slept under the same roof for nearly a year. Enough about her. The slightest mention of her raises my blood pressure.”

“Are you using me as a tactic to get under her skin?”

“I assure you I’m not. If it gets back to Emily and she takes issue, that’s her problem. I won’t be the one to have told her, though. She truly has no leg to stand on. They’re gathering our stuff to take down to the car. No more excuses. Come.”

Rio is going to lose his mind. Lord, keep me protected.

Two weeks. That's the longest Rio had gone without hearing your voice, and it had been pure torture. He was no closer to finding you, and the thought sent a blast of frustration through him. Mick chose the worst time to call. Rio snatched it from the table, answering, tone gruff.

“You find my wife yet?”

“Still looking, boss.”

“You get anything outta baby sister?”

“She's clueless about the entire situation. Little housewife keeps her in the dark.”

“Need you to do something for me, and then I'm coming to the spot. I have an idea.”

“Tell me who you loyal to

Is it love for the streets when the lights get dark?”

-Kendrick Lamar.

Annie sat on the sofa in what seemed to be a safe house. She had found comfort inside these walls. Though she had been, in a way, kidnapped, the spot was nonetheless cozy.

“Is it sad that I’m being stashed somewhere more comfortable and lavish than my apartment,” she questioned herself.

“Luckily, my child is with my baby daddy for summer break. The occasional check-in text I’m allowed to deliver keeps whatever this little plan is afloat.”

“Do you always talk to yourself, Ms. Marks?”

She jumped at the sound of Rio’s voice. Annie went mute, shoveling a large bite of the pizza Mick had brought her into her mouth.

“It’s gotten a little lonely being stuck in this house by myself,” she answered, mouth full. “Want a slice?”

That devious little grin appeared on Rio’s face, and he retorted, “Nah, Marks. I’m good. You’ve been getting fresh air. I heard you’ve been a big help to the homie. Mick said you could be a potential asset. If only you knew what big sister’s been up to lately. Why do you let her run the show? Don’t you ever have questions? Oh, I got it. You and Mrs. Hills must be the muscle, right?”

“Well, wouldn’t that just make us all your minions? We do anything you tell us.”

“Do you? I tell Mrs. Boland the basic information she should know. She only needs to know the minimum to do a good job, darlin’. However, she, in turn, tells you nothing. Y'all just supposed to roll with it, huh? You receive information when she’s ready to provide it, or should I say when she needs you to dig her out of some shit that blows back on the entire group?”

The tensing of her jaw alerts Rio that he’s struck a nerve.

“If I knew more. Do you honestly think I’d go against my sister?”

“Even if it gets you kidnapped? What if It constantly jeopardizes your freedom? Do you still feel like you owe loyalty? You come across as immature and ditzy, Marks, but you’re smarter than they’d like to believe. I think you hide it well. It's funny, the three of you, that is. Constantly trying to take me out, strike deals, when big sister, the one that stole my money and got you all into this life. How is it that I'm made out to be the bad guy, the thug? Big sister needs to learn how to take some accountability. She wants to believe so badly that she’s some innocent little soccer mom. That ain’t the case, baby sister.”

“A-actually, we all stole the money-.”

“Who made the final call to put that plan in motion? No need to reply, Marks. Got a pretty solid idea on the answer to that question.”

Annie was stunned into silence, alarmed by all the valid points he made.

“She’s my family-.”

“Family will play on and take advantage of your loyalty, Marks. Never forget that. I’ve communicated the same to your home girl,” he answered, following it with a whistle.

“Tell me who you loyal to

Do it start with your woman or your man? (Mmm)

Do it end with your family and friends? (Mmm)

Or you're loyal to yourself in advance?

I said, tell me who you loyal to

Is it anybody that you would lie for?

Anybody you would slide for?

Anybody you would die for?”

-Rihanna & Kendrick Lamar.

The door cracked open as an emotionless Mick lightly shoved Ruby inside, closing the door behind her.

Rio’s vision bounced between both women, smirking.

“I’m going to give you two ladies time to chat. That is before I introduce you to a special guest.”

“What the hell have you told gang-friend,” Ruby whispered once the door shut.

“Um—hi! Hello, Ruby! I’m doing okay–thanks for asking,” Annie responded, tone laced with sarcasm.

“Girl, you look fine. I’m sure they’ve been feeding you. Everyone knows how hangry you get.”

Annie stared at Ruby incredulously, “You can’t be serious right now. I’ve been stuck here for two damn weeks!”

“I know I’m sorry. I’m just—you never know what to expect from this man. He’s always ten steps ahead. Seriously though, you’re good, right?”

“I’ve been trapped in worse situations. I won’t complain.”

Ruby cocked her head to the side as to say, “bitch! Be fucking for real.”

“Don’t give me that look. You know it’s the truth.”

Ruby shook her head in disbelief at how well Annie was comfortable with the situation. She inhaled and exhaled slowly before taking a seat.

“Let me guess, Mick paid you a little visit because our gang friend summoned you?”

“Pretty much. He came out of nowhere in the middle of a damn Walmart parking lot. So much for grocery shopping. The car ride was scary enough without the intimidating phone call.”

“What phone call,” Annie questioned.

“Our friend enlightened me on how often we get left in the dark in certain situations.”

Annie silently mouthed the word “oh.” They stared at one another for a fleeting moment.

“I take it the two of you had the same conversation?”

Annie nodded her head slowly, blurting, “Loyalty! We have to be loyal. She’s your best friend–my sister!”

“I know, right!”

The silence lasted seconds before Annie stated, “We do sort of get left in the dark.”

“True. Isn’t it weird that you’re the one that gets kidnapped, though? What the hell went wrong this time? Did you see the look on her face when they took you? She knows why he’s angry.”

“And we, of course, know nothing. You’ve had to keep the feds off of Stan. He lost his job.”

“I mean, Beth has been struggling with money. We all have. She’s with her kids. When do you have to pick up Ben from his dad’s?”

“Fair point. I told Dad I had to take a last-minute road trip for work. He said he'd keep him for a while. The idiot honestly thinks I have an occupation that involves traveling. Also! Beth is sleeping with him? I’m the wild one of the bunch–shouldn’t that be my thing? Gotta say–wouldn’t mind taking him for a ride.”

“They’re sleeping together,” Ruby questioned, eyes stretching to the size of saucers.

“Please! If they aren’t currently banging. I know it’s happened at least once. I bet her stomach does that happy dance whenever he’s in the same room. Pavlov's dog, much? Beth gives Mr. Unaliver the same doe eyes she used to give Dean. Gotta say gang-friend is a step up.”

“What the hell do you know about Pavlov?”

“Uh, hello! I’m in therapy. Also, I can be knowledgeable, you know.”

“Yeah, and you’re also trying to sleep with your therapist. Forgive me if I thought you were too occupied to learn anything. I wonder if it was good,” Ruby whispered, the last part referring to the potential intimacy between Beth and Rio.

Both women's eyes locked, “It had to be good,” they exclaimed in unison.

Realizing all they’ve just shared, their mouths snapped closed.

“We’re terrible people. Let’s act like this conversation never happened. Loyalty is everything,” Ruby finished.

“Facts. Let’s just shut up,” Annie finished as they shared a look of uncertainty.

“Facts,” Ruby asked.

“What,” Annie asked defensively.

“You want to be a cool mom so bad,” Ruby teased.

The door swung open as Rio stepped in, with two individuals following behind closely. The air crackled with tension as he rubbed at his temples. The lady who matched him step for step went off on him.

“Yo, brother-in-law! Can you tell her to chill for a minute,” Rio questioned the man who had also joined them.

“Be lucky I dragged her stubborn ass here. I don’t care too much for you either. Shit isn’t going to be sweet between us until my sister comes home.

“If she’s going to stay on my top like this. You could just wait in the other room,” Rio retorted.

“Fine. Good luck,” Donovan responded, leaving the room.

“Your friends are foes, my friends are goals

Closer than kin, our souls exposed, yeah

Your friends are frauds, all they want is applause, yeah

And my friends, real friends, closer than kin.”

-The Carters.

Rio and your sister-in-law Alena gaped at the door as it slammed shut.

“His petty self-real life left me in here with your dusty ass,” Alena snarked.

“Look! Why won’t you just tell me where my wife is? Stop pretending you don’t know, Lena-Bean.”

“Bitch! We’re not tight like that anymore. Nicknames are off the table. Your cheating ass got some nerve. Even if I knew you’d be the last person I’d tell. Why on earth did you and my dumbass husband think this shit would work? Which also brings to my attention that he doesn’t believe me either. Are all men stupid, or is it just you two sipping on dumb-dumb juice? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way.”

Rio’s eyes rolled in their sockets. He was mustering up the strength of ten people to deal with your best friend’s attitude. He knew she was just as fiery as you, if not worse. The usually calm and collected man was growing more impatient. His cold exterior cracking for a moment, he growled.

“I fucked up, so the name-calling can slide, for now, sis. Just know my patience is wearing thin.”

Alena turned around in a circle, looking in different directions.

“What is it,” he asked, tired of her antics.

“My bad, I’m just looking for a fuck to give,” she shot back, causing Rio’s jaw to clench. Alena wanted to continue but noticed Annie and Ruby staring at them, dazed and confused. “Who are these bitches? You piping them down too?”

“Uh, no! No, ma’am,” Ruby answered.

“No. Not sleeping with this married man. Maybe one or two married men in the past–not that I knew that tidbit of information at the time. Well, actually if we're counting the father of my child. Then, yeah. Knew he was married, but never gang fr-.”

“Will you shut the hell up, Annie,” Ruby whispered.

“You’re loose with everyone else–got it,” Alena snapped.

“Whoa, you don’t even know me, lady-.”

“Marks! Mm-mm, nope. That ain’t what you want,” Rio tried to warn.

Only it was too late for Rio’s warning. Your best friend was in her face instantly.

What would I be without my friends

(What would I be without my friends)

I ain't got no understanding

(I ain't got no understanding)

'Bout them, you might just catch these hands.

-The Carters.

“Rio? Care to make an introduction before I beat her ass?”

“Oop! I’m just going to sit down and let you two handle that,” Ruby interjected.

Rio chuckled and nodded his head in agreement with her decision. Turning back to the catfight about to take off, he made introductions, “Annie Marks, meet my wife’s best friend and sister-in-law, Alena. Lena, this is Annie, Mrs. Boland’s sister.”

“B-best friend. Did you say, sister?”

Rio nodded with an evil smirk, “I figured we could all put our heads together. Somebody’s bound to know how to help me find the love of my life.”

“The love of your life? Why are you handing out her dick to this thot-box’s sister?”

“It’s not like that–fuck it. You’re not going to believe a word I say anyway,” Rio barked.

“Damn right! Like I said, I don’t have anything to tell you. Now, unless Beth is around here somewhere, or you brought me here to beat this bitch ass. Then I’ll see myself out.”

“Why fight me or Beth, for that matter? He’s the married one.”

Rio’s face turned cold and menacing, scaring the life out of Ruby and Annie.

“My bad, I’ll be quiet now,” Annie squeaked.

“Trust, my hand flew across his face the moment I stepped in this bitch. My palm’s still feeling itchy, and you’re guilty by association,” Alena growled, charging at Annie, nearly grabbing her throat.

Rio’s arms wrapped around her waist, and she continued shouting at Annie, “This ain’t over hoe! Tell your sister I’m on that ass once I see her! I’m really about that, and I ride for mine.”

Rio sighed, “Lena, calm down. I need answers. You can swing on them later.” He carried her into the next room to join her husband.

“I don’t know what you thought this shit would prove,” Alena hissed. “Why even introduce me to them if I can’t swing on somebody,” she questioned.

“Fuck if I know. I’m grasping at straws. I want my fucking wife back,” Rio retorted, desperation in his voice.

“She’d be here if you hadn’t broken her damn heart, Rio. You know what? This. All of this is pointless. Bring your stupid ass on,” she finished, aiming the last of her sentence to her husband. “Hope this boneheaded idea was worth sleeping on the couch until further notice.”

The moment the couple stood to leave, the lights flickered out.

“What the fuck,” the three of them said in unison.

You paced back and forth in front of Miguel's desk in his home office, the soft lamplight casting elongated shadows that danced on the dark wooden floor. His eyes, sharp and calculating, followed your every step, his elbows propped on the arms of an imposing leather chair that exuded authority. His muscular fingers folded and locked beneath his strong chin, the tension in his knuckles visible. With a deep sigh, he leaned forward, his forearms resting on the polished dark oakwood, the surface gleaming under the warm light.

“Stop. Look at me, Preciosa.”

You halted, turning to face him with your arms defensively folded across your chest. He grunted softly as he observed you nibbling on your lower lip, a nervous habit he knew all too well. His head tilted back slightly, a silent command for you to come closer. Hesitantly, you stepped around the desk, your heart pounding in your chest. Standing beside him, you felt his hands slide around your hips, gently pulling you to sit on the edge of his desk.

“Now, tell me the issue once more. First, take a deep breath. I can't help you if you ramble and don't give me complete sentences, amor,” he said, brushing a stray curl from your forehead, his touch both tender and reassuring.

“Have you noticed that my phone hasn't been jumping? Like, at all. No one’s called me, Miguel.”

“Cariño, cálmate,” he soothed, his voice a low, calming murmur.

Miguel rose from his chair, his presence towering and comforting. He moved behind you, his strong hands beginning to knead the tension from your neck and shoulders. His fingers worked skillfully, massaging until you released a long, much-anticipated sigh of relief, the sound echoing softly through the room.

He resumed the conversation, his tone gentle yet probing. “Tell me, querida, why does that bother you so much? Perhaps they want to give you some time to process all that you’ve encountered.”

“It’s not just Rio. Alena hasn’t called me in four days. Four, Miguel! You know that’s unlike her. My husband has stopped blowing up my line. Tell me, is that something you’d be doing if your situation were similar?”

Miguel returned to his chair, reclining thoughtfully. His face was stern and inquisitive as he scratched his goatee, contemplating your words.

“That is a fair assessment. I still think you should give it a little more time. Have you tried reaching out to Alena? Perhaps I could try her on my cell? She isn’t my biggest fan, given the history between you and me.”

“Would it make you feel any better if I told you she probably hates Rio now as well?”

“It makes no difference, amor. With all due respect, the only opinion of me that matters is yours,” he said with a small, sincere smile, tugging lightly at his lower lip.

“Miguel, behave. Not too much on my sis. Alena doesn’t answer numbers she’s not familiar with anyway. I tried yesterday and the day before that. It went straight to voicemail.”

He nodded, his eyes softening with understanding. “We’ll figure this out together. I promise.”

“I just have this gut feeling that something is wrong,” you blurt out, the words tumbling over each other. “Though I can't stand the sight of him right now... He's my husband and I care about his safety. Then there’s Alena and my big bro being MIA. I'm scared, Miguel. Scared for all of them.”

You had been holding off on asking your parents what was up. The fact that they hadn’t mentioned not being able to get in touch with them. Well, it was odd and left you feeling uneasy. “I want to ask my parents if they know anything, but what if it’s nothing?”

“Better safe than sorry, querida.”

Your eyes bounced back and forth between, Miguel. “Damn it! I don’t want to, but I’ll try Rio’s cell. If he doesn’t answer then I’m going to assume something is wrong.” You held your breath as the phone trilled repetitively. On the ring before voicemail, a deep timbre came through the phone. You cut them off mid-sentence, “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I need answers now.” Just as he started to answer the demand, your call waiting beeped, “Hold on I have to take this call right now. Do not hang up!”

“Alena? Sis? Are you okay? I’ve been calling and calling. Where the hell have you been? Why is Donovan’s box-headed ass not answering the phone either? You hoes got some explaining to--.”

“Sis! Listen to me. Some shit went down.”

Alena proceeded to tell you about being at Rio’s safe house. “One minute I’m cursing him and my dumbass husband out. The next the lights went out and Rio went into go mode. Rio and his teddy bear henchman told us to stay quiet and lead us to some sort of fucking trap door. This man got a solution to every damn thing. The minute we were out, I demanded answers, but your husband claimed he didn’t have time for all that shit. Another one of his lil’ goons got us the fuck up out there, and Rio ducked off with Mr. Teddy Bear.”

“Mick, Alena. His name is Mick. You know he doesn’t look like a damn teddy bear.”

“He does too! A scary-ass teddy bear. The kind you have nightmares about,” she clapped back.

“Not too much on the homie. He's a good dude, honestly.”

“Did I say he wasn’t cool people?”

“Yeah, yeah, Lena. So you have no idea where my husband is,” you asked, panic starting to return.

Alena sighed, “Listen, this is why you haven’t heard from us. We wanted to try and track him down so you wouldn’t panic, but we just can’t find him. I’m sorry baby girl, but I think he may be in trouble.”

Your heart fell into your lap as you fell to a seated position on Miguel’s desk. With your nerves shot to hell, you rushed Alena off the phone, promising to give her an update once you received it. Your hands covered your face as you hunched over and sobbed. Miguel rushed over wrapping his arms around you.

“Tell me, amor. What is it?”

“Alena and Donovan think Rio’s missing. It’s a l–long story,” you stuttered, trying to rein in the tears. “Look I’ll give you the run down, but I need to make another call.” Reaching for your phone you called Rio’s phone again. “Why. The. Fuck. Did you hang up? I told you to wait. Where’s my fucking husband, Mick?”

“You know how shit like this needs to go down, boss lady. No phones.”

“Please, Mick. Tell me–is he?”

“No, sis. No need to worry about that.”

“But I should be worried about something, right?”

“Boss lady…”

“Fine! I know! No phones. I’ll hit you when it’s done.”

Hanging up with Mick, you turned back to Miguel. “I know you're sick and tired of coming to my aid by now, but I need another favor.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not keeping a tally, amor. Whatever you need. I’d give you the world and you know that,” Miguel whispered, thumbing tears from your cheeks.

You took a deep breath and explained the situation in its entirety. After giving Miguel the run down, you parted to make arrangements for your next move. The next couple of days were going to be eventful at best.

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when in london: j.scipio

• rating: NSFW 18+ mature

• pairing: jacob scipio x black!reader

• w.c: 4.7K

• summary: a spontaneous decision led to a passionate evening.

• warning: corny flirting, meet-cute, dual pov, fluff, sexual content: pwp, protected p in v sex, dirty talk, oral sex [f!receiving], brief handjob, Jacob talking you through it energy.

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[Jacob]

The roaring of laughter and buzzing of accumulated chatter was all around you as you tried to focus your eyes on the foods menu that was in front of you. A small frown was etched on your features as you contorted your glossed lips to the side as if you were concentrating on the words of the menu as if it was a study on the arts of culinary.

If he hadn’t been so enamoured by your beauty as you passed him by, he certainly was now. Feeling his staring tittering on the line of being uncomfortable if you caught him, he adjusted his cap and decided to approach you instead.

Typically, Jacob was a man who was able to admire a beautiful woman from afar and continue on his way. However, there were times such as now, where his body felt compelled to act. All he needed was a smile and he would be content.

[You]

There were so many options to choose from and you had been struggling to narrow it all down to only two options. If you had more time, you would have tried to sample as much you can, especially the perfectly curated chef’s specials.

You were so engrossed in exploring the menu that you did not notice someone approach.

“Forgive me for intruding darling but it seems like you’re having some trouble making a decision.” A low and deep voice came from beside you. Immediately, your body stood alert, ready to dismiss whoever it was. However, all fight left you when your eyes collided with the most gorgeous pair of hooded brown eyes that you had ever encountered. Even with the stone-brown coloured cap on, you could note that his head was covered in rich, dark locks and his full beard was neatly trimmed. But it was the small smile on his fully plump lips that had your guard completely crumbling.

He was devastatingly handsome and the fact that he had approached you because he noticed you were taking a little longer than usual when reading the menu had you slightly flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah.” You sheepishly chuckled as you placed the menu down. “The hotel changes their menu with the seasons, but it seems this time around, all of my staples have either been removed of have had their recipe changed.”

“So now you’re being left with choosing something different.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “Normally, I would have taken this opportunity to just sample as much as I could, but I have to be at an event in about three hours, so I don’t want to over do it.”

The stranger’s smile widened, and you could physically feel your heart swooning.

“May I sit?” He asked.

“Please.” You gestured to the bar stool that was beside you and he took the seat. You couldn’t help but let your eyes travel down his body and noted what he was dressed in. An olive green long-sleeved linen shirt over a white vest that was tucked into what looked like blue Levi denim jeans. When you brought your eyes back to his face, his features felt familiar.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere.” You commented.

“Trust me sweetheart, if we had met before this moment – you would remember who I was.” He smirked. You playfully rolled your eyes, dismissive of his words yet inwardly admitting how they wanted to make you giggle.

“Ha. Ha.” You sarcastically said. “No, like a movie or something but I can’t remember what.”

“I’m an actor.” He spoke. “I’ve been in a couple of things over the past few years. I will say it’s early days of my career though.”

Suddenly, you gasped. “You act as that cute guy in the new Bad Boys films.” You said before you could stop yourself.

Your comment caused him to burst out laughing. “I would prefer Jacob, but I don’t mind being called cute too.” He winked at you which caused your cheeks to warm.

“I’ll stick to Jacob.” You replied as you put forth your hand as you gave you gave him your name in return. “I didn’t know that you were British.”

“Islington born and raised,” Jacob’s face held a sense of pride. “And I can tell from your accent that you’re Northern, but I can’t exactly pinpoint where.”

“A lot of people say that.” You smiled. “But I am from Manchester. The years spent at boarding school wouldn’t take away that twang no matter how much my parents tried.”

“Thank god it didn’t.” Jacob mumbled. You bit your tongue to stop the girlish giggle that wanted to spill out of your mouth.

“Anyway, didn’t you approach me because you wanted to help me choose what to eat?”

“Right.” He nodded his head. “Let’s take a look at this then.” You shared a look, smiling at each other before you passed the menu towards him.

[Jacob]

Your smile was breathtaking.

As much as your conversation was full of marvel and increasing interest, he couldn’t help but always be drawn back to your smile and the joyous sound of your laughter. Your mind was like a labyrinth of knowledge, he had come to find out. You were naturally inquisitive by nature, and it was a quality of that he was beginning to be fond of.

Jacob helped you in choosing a starter of sauteed scallops with garlic butter, lemon and with a parsley garnish. Then for your main entre, a lobster thermidor with a side of truffle fries. As an effort to impress you, he ordered a bottle of vintage Veuve Clicquot Rose. A favourite of yours that you had admitted that you only ordered once in a full moon.

On the last pour of the champagne, you had the softest pout on your lips.

“A good bottle like that is meant to softly enjoyed and we finished it all in an hour and a half.” You commented.

“Well sweetheart. How about, when you come back from your event, I’ll be here, waiting to finish this conversation with another bottle. How does that sound?” Jacob boldly asked you. At some point during your dinner, you had detailed that you had come down to London because you had been invited to an album release party of a friend. However, as the night progressed, the more that he was enjoying spending time in your presence, and he could tell that you felt the same.

“Actually, what are you doing with the rest of your evening?” You asked him as you nervously chewed on your bottom lip. Jacob leaned forward and brought his elbows onto the table.

“What do you have in mind darling?” He raised his eyebrow as he watched you also lean closer, and you placed your hands underneath your chin.

“What do you think about joining me for the rest of the night?” Jacob couldn’t help but grin at your question. He didn’t understand why you were so nervous to ask as he had been feeling the same. Jacob had not wanted this night to end just with sharing dinner hence why he had decided to leave things open ended with his invitation. He was staying on the floor above you, and he had conjured up a plan in his mind to use his small, heated pool that was on his balcony to his advantage when you came back from your event.

And now, you had answered his silent prayers.

“For you I’d do anything.” He answered which caused your eyes to slightly widen as a glint of mischief settled in your eyes. It wasn’t there for long, but it lingered long enough for him to catch it.

“Don’t say that to me.” You hid your glee behind biting your lip.

“And why is that?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Because I require a lot and you saying that you’ll do anything for me is just being a tease.” You confessed as you dropped your hands and reached for your champagne flute and brought it to your lips.

“If you tell me to do something, I’ll do it. I can handle you.” He licked his lips before a small smirk pulled on his face. The expression of desire that momentarily passed you was all that he needed.

Your fate had been sealed in that very moment.

[You]

The entire car ride to the event, all you kept thinking about was how incredibly spontaneous and probably stupid your actions were. Had you discussed this with your best friends, they most likely would have talked you out of inviting Jacob. You had just met the man, shared a long conversation over an impromptu dinner and now he was your plus one to a closed event. Yeah, your friends would have been screaming and throwing all types of cautionary flags your way.

And yet, the hopeful romantic within you simply couldn’t ignore how much of a spark was ignited between you and Jacob. The way your conversation just flowed from topic to topic. He didn’t seem put off by your ramblings of your multiple interests, in fact, he would courage you more by asking questions and it left you feeling giddy.

So, you were leaving it to chance. Sharing this night with this perfect stranger and if it turned into something, even better but if it ended with just tonight then so be it. You were going to enjoy the time you spent with each other.

When you arrived at the event, Jacob offered his arm for you to link with and you gladly took it. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I know I’ve said this already, but you look absolutely stunning tonight.” His words and his breath brushing against your ear sent a shiver down the length of your spine.

“Thank you.” You replied cooly as you looked at him. Then you tried to focus on walking on steady feet past the crowds of fans outside of the venue. You waved at some people who shouted your name as they recognised you from your large social media platform. Once you were in the building, you ventured your way through the crowd towards your friend, who was stationed by the DJ booth.

You shared a tight hug and when she pulled away from you, she eyed Jacob, who was behind you talking to someone he seemed familiar with.

“And who is that gentleman with you?” She playfully wiggled her eyebrows which caused you to giggle.

“He’s my date for the evening.” You vaguely explained. She gave you a knowing smirk.

“Okay girl, I see you. He’s cute.” She winked and in turn, you rolled your eyes even though a small smile was on your face. After a few more greetings, you went back to Jacob who was now holding onto two glasses.

“I got you a Paloma. I hope that’s okay.” He said as he handed you the beverage.

“That’s perfect, thank you.” You took a sip and savoured the taste, humming softly as the flavours burst on your tongue. You hadn’t realised your eyes had closed until you opened them and met Jacob’s gaze. It was intense and it left you flustered. You wanted to avert your attention to somewhere else but like a compulsion, it held you captive.

“So, I saw you talking to some people.” You sparked conversation.

“Yeah, I’ve bumped into some people I’ve met within the industry.”

“I forget how much music and film intertwine.”

Jacob nodded his head in agreement. “Especially if it’s people who are behind the scenes. We just pick what job you can get and do so you meet a lot of people. I tend to make it a point to learn people’s names and get along with them. In the industry, your reputation gets you a lot further than people think.”

“It’s the same with content creation. I try to do the same even if I never meet some of the same people again but it’s that word of mouth that can open doors for you.”

“Exactly.” Just as he was about to continue further, the DJ started playing Alibi by Sevdaliza.

“Oh, this is my song!” You exclaimed. “Come dance with me.” You did not give him a chance to answer as you grabbed his empty hand dragged him towards the dance floor with him chuckling behind you.

[Jacob]

He was trying to be a gentleman.

He really was.

He stood by your side the entire event, bought all your drinks and danced with you – keeping his hands in the appropriate places.

However, as your friend’s sultry music blasted through the speakers, the more your inhibitions faltered. You were pressed against him – back to his chest with your head on his shoulder with one arm thrown over his head. At this point, his cap was backward so that he could get closer to you. His hands were still by his side as he swayed along with you to the melodious music.

“You can touch me you know.” You mumbled into his ear. His light chuckle vibrated against your skin which made you shiver, and he felt it.

“I was trying to be respectful.” He replied.

“There you go again with your teasing language.” He saw the corners of your mouth lift and your body shake with light laughter. “Tell me what you really wanted to say.”

Jacob took in a deep breath and let one hand come to your waist. “I didn’t want to touch you because I knew once I felt your skin beneath my fingertips, I wouldn’t be able to stop touching you.”

“Hmmm, you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Because it is, sweetheart. I’m a hard man to get rid of.” His hand trailed up your stomach and settled just beneath your breast, the other came to the exposed part of your skirt and he heard your gasp. The sound made his chest swell with pride. “Turn around.”

Your body immediately shifted in his arms. You pressed your forehead against his and he rested his hands on the lower part of your back and pulled you closer into his body.

“Permission to speak freely.” He mumbled lowly but you heard him clearly and his statement made you giggle.

“Permission granted.”

“I’ll admit that as soon as you entered the lobby, I noticed you and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from you. Everything about your aura just captivated me and there was this pull, and I couldn’t ignore it. Then I saw you with your cute little pout as you read the menu, I just knew I had to talk to you.”

“I’m glad you did.”

Then you softly continued to dance, your bodies close as the music consumed you, but your scent engulfed him. Everything about you was hard to ignore and the more he felt your body, the harder it was to suppress his desires. Then you moved your leg so that it was in between his and he couldn’t stop you in time to feel the physical manifestation of his yearning.

You lifted your eyes to meet his. The carnal pools of ardour, so strong that sank deep into his veins, he held you by the neck to stop himself from devouring you right then and there.

“Take me back to the hotel.” You whispered against his lips.

[You]

By the time you arrived back at the hotel, your body was charged. You felt like you were on fire and the only person that could out it out was walking beside you with his arm around your waist. Then you slowly came to a halt in front of the hotel room door.

“You got the key?” He mumbled the question into your ear. You bit your lip, nodding your head as you brought the card out. Jacob shifted so that he was standing behind you. A shiver ran down your back and settled in your abdomen as his hands rubbed on the sides of your waist.

“Do you need me to open the door baby?” He softly spoke into your ear.

“No.” You cleared your throat as you swiped the card and the door unlocked. As you entered further into the room, the only lights that were on were the dimly lit lamps and whilst you could tell that that it was a beautiful suite, you were focused on the man that was behind you.

Jacob left you standing in the open space as he made sure that the door was locked and then he made his way back to you.

“Want me to put some music on?” He muttered. You shook your head from side to side in response. “What do you want?”

“I want you to kiss me.” You whispered. He closed the space that was in between you and cradled your face in the palms of his hands. You giggled as he stared down at you with a darkened gaze that held so much promise. You leaned up and grazed his bottom lip which caused the corner of his mouth to quirk upwards and you were not ashamed to feel the hunger that was bubbling to the surface. Without waiting for another moment, Jacob leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.

The feel of his mouth against yours was so much better than you imagined. His lips were so soft but his motion was forceful as he took control, kissing you as if your breath was his last. You moaned into the kiss as his hands travelled down your back to your ass. The softest whimper left your lips as he cupped and kneaded the rounded flesh.

“I like the sound of that.” Jacob whispered as he took off his cap and threw it on the ground before he moved to discarding his linen shirt. Just as your cropped t-shirt was off your body, he pulled you back into his body and captured your lips once more. “Jump.” He mumbled against your lips and you followed his instruction.

When you got to the bed, Jacob softly laid you down, never parting from the burning kiss that was melting you from the inside out. Passion controlled your moment as you stripped each other bare until you were left in just your underwear. You barely had any time to marvel at his physique before his body was covering yours again, landing his lips on yours once more before he turned his attention to your neck as he covered your chest with his large hands. Jacob flicked your nipples with his thumbs causing you to moan and arch into his palms.

“That feels so good.” You moaned and your eyes flattered open just enough to catch his smirk. Without words, he answered you by trailing lips further down onto your chest until one of your nipples was in his mouth and he suckled on it. He soothed the acute pain from the sucking with a flattened tongue and then he moved his mouth to your other nipple. The stimulation caused something fierce to pool in between your thighs. You squirmed beneath him as he paid beautiful attention to your chest. One nipple in your mouth and the other was kept trapped in between his fingers.

As your desire began to dampen your thighs, your need for friction was increasing. So you pushed him away and you softly kissed him as you ran your fingers down the contours of his torso until you wrapped your hand around the base of his girth. Jacob groaned as you tugged at him. He felt so hard, warm and thick in your palm and your mouth was salivating for a taste.

Just as you were about to shift downward, Jacob took your hand away from his dick and pushed you back until your back was on the sheets. He was on his knees in between your parted legs and you were finally able to look over his wonderful stature. His smooth, golden tanned skin. His chiselled, muscular build. He was perfectly sculpted and he was all yours.

Fuck, you were getting wetter just looking at him.

Your walls clenched around nothing as he placed chaste kisses on your stomach. “Tell me what you need Sweetheart.” He breathed against your skin.

You lifted your upper body onto your elbows and looked down at him. Those dark, hooded eyes were staring back up at you as he grabbed your ankle and lifted your leg onto his shoulder and pushed the other wider apart, taking in your glistening pussy. He unconsciously licked his lips as his fingers began to explore, parting your lips, letting the cool air in the room brush against you. You gasped as his thumb pressed on your swollen nub and you nearly buckled but you kept steady.

“You haven’t told me yet.” He taunted with a devilish smirk on his face as his fingers didn’t stop their exploration.

“I want you to eat my pussy Jacob.” You breathlessly let out as your wetness coated his fingers.

“Good girl.” He murmured with a wink before he dropped his head and pt his lips on exactly where you needed him the most.

You were not prepared for the way his tongue felt against your clit. Just as he did to your nipples, he did to your sensitive bud, adding the flick of his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned as your eyes closed and you fell back onto the pillow. Your hand shot down and ran through his black curls, pulling him closer to your hot core.

He paid attention to what was making you moan, what was making you sigh and what was causing your back to arch. He paid attention to your pleasure and that turned you on even more.

“You taste so good, baby.” Jacob groaned into you. As the vibration travelled through you, he pushed two fingers into your pussy and a sob broke out of you. Your hips rocked into his mouth as he curled his digits just enough to brush against your perfect spot. Your hands moved away from his body and gripped on the sheets as you panted. Your skin was beginning to dampen with your sweat as your orgasm quickly rose within you.

“Baby I’m gonna –.” You gasped a your hips moved faster with the pace of his fingers. The burn of his beard against your cunt added onto the sensation. “Right fucking there!”

Jacob didn’t move from the position that he was in.

You didn’t know if it was the way he was sucking and flicking his tongue on your clit or the accumulation of it all but your eyes scrunched shut as you finally climaxed. The intensity of it was so overwhelming, for a moment, all you could hear was white nose and the sound of your racing heart.

In your haze, you hadn’t felt the bed shift until Jacob came back. You felt his fingers against your cheek and then you opened your eyes.

“You okay?” He softly asked as if he had not just given you one of the best orgasms of your life.

“I’m more than okay.” You mumbled with a grin. Slowly, you opened your eyes to the picture of lust staring down at you. Hovering above you, Jacob leaned down and kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. The reminisce of your essence, lingering on his lips. So dirty and had your pussy pulsating.

You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth which caused him to groan. As the kiss deepened with more frenzy, he climbed back on top of you. With your focus on his mouth, you heard the rustling of a packet. You pulled your mouth away long enough to watch Jacob rip the condom packet open and put it on.

Once he was done, he brought your legs to his waist.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked.

“Mhm.” With a soft peck to your lips, he guided himself into you.

You both shared a moan.

“Oh my god.” Jacob was stretching every inch of you, the deeper he sank in. You were trying to keep your eyes open, to savour his reaction but he just felt so good.

“Baby.” You whimpered. He took your knee and put your leg back onto his shoulder which sunk him even deeper.

“So fucking tight.” He moaned. You watched his face for his reactions. The slight furrow of his eyebrows, the droplets of sweat beginning to slide down his forehead, the slight parting of his lips as he focused on his strokes.

“Please.” You whispered as you clenched around him.

“I knew you’d be perfect.” He mumbled against your lips. Jacob slowly pulled out and gave you one hard thrust. Your eyes widened with a loud gasp escaping you as he repeated the action.

A scream left you as he slowly set the pace of his strokes.

As the waves of pleasure rippled through your body, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoed through the room.

“Uuuhhh.” You choked on your whines as he pounded harder into you. You couldn’t shake the feeling of him burying himself inside so deep of you, over and over. The arousal overshadowed the pain of the stretch of his girth – the bittersweet feeling leaving you in a dizzy spell.

“Look at me.” Jacob growled as he put your other leg onto his shoulder and dug deeper. Through blurry vision, you looked at the man above you.

You had expected Jacob to be an expert lover but you never thought that he would be so dominating.

He hit one of your spots which caused your eyes to cross.

“There you go.” He licked his lips, chuckling. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So big…” You moaned

“Mhm.”

“So fucking deeep.”

“You’re so fucking wet baby, I gotta make sure I don’t slip out.”

“Oh shhiitt.” You whined, a loud moan quickly following after as he increased the pace. In your delirious state, you managed to catch him grinning down at you.

“Baby!” You hisses as you wrapped your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your head.

“You should have picked up on it now sweetheart, you gotta tell me what you want.”

His hips were moving faster, the slapping of his thighs against yours added more stimulation to your clit.

“I need to come.” You whimpered.

“You need to or you’re going to?”

“I’m going to come!”

“That’s it.” He leaned down, folding you even more so that he could kiss you. Jacob moved your legs from his shoulders and held them apart spread-eagle, giving you slower and longer strokes with an added roll to his hips. His tip was smoothly rubbing against your sweet spot.

The tightness in your stomach quickly took hold and your legs began to tremble. You wee left breathless at the overwhelming intensity of the ecstasy building inside of you.

“I can feel it coming, baby. You’re squeezing me so nice and tight.” Jacob groaned as his eyes rolled softly. “You gonna come for me?’ He asked. But you were too far gone to give a verbal answer so you just frantically nodded her head.

The tight coil quickly snapped and your body seized.

“That’s a good girl. So fucking good.” Jacob groaned. “Come all over my dick, soak that shit.” He spoke through your orgasm and all you could do was grip onto the sheets tighter as wave after wave swarmed your body. He didn’t stop moving his hips and with your quaking, it forced his peak to rise to the surface before his climax overcame him. With a loud moan, Jacob collapsed onto your chest as he filled the condom.

You hugged his body and ran your fingers through his damp hair. You could still feel the tremors of your orgasm as you laid beneath him. The both of you completely satiated and spent.

Finally, Jacob rolled off you and laid by your side. In silence, all you could hear was your heavy breathing.

“Fucking hell Mr Scipio.” You spoke up. “Can I have my soul back?” Your question caused Jacob to burst out laughing, eventually you joined him in the laughter.

“We have three more condoms left sweetheart.” He licked his lips before he turned his head to look at you. “So I won’t be giving you back your soul just yet.”

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If I Took You Home, Part 1

Pairing: Dom!Kevin Atwater x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. Food porn. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing, fingering (female receiving), cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. D/s dynamics.

Summary: Your friends were all in relationships so that meant it was time to bug you about your singledom. They were constantly setting you up on dates that made you back out. However, you were sick of saying no and your friend's boyfriend really played up his coworker and friend. It was all true. Your blind date leaves you wanting more.

Word Count: 6,245k

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A/N: Hello, my loves. I am missing Kevin so bad! It's been 3 WEEKS without a new episode. I'm dying over here. Reblog and comment to save a writer's life. And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You knew better than to trust your damn friends. You sat at a nice restaurant in a casual berry colored dress, sipping wine and looking like a pathetic loser eating dinner alone. You didn’t have a book to try and pretend like this was planned. Like you decided to take yourself on a date.

You glanced at your phone. To be fair, you were a bit early. Only because you were so nervous about a blind date to begin with. Why had you said yes?

You weren’t sure now. Maybe it was your friends and their constant hounding. They were all hooked up with their respective partners so now you were getting the pitying stares. The stressed smiles after they got done gushing about their own dates and partners. As if being single was some type of disease they wanted to cure.

You took another sip of the sweet wine and thought about canceling. Blind dates were a joke. They probably set you up with some ogre of a man who picked his teeth at the table or scratched his belly after he was finished.

You looked over the menu to give yourself something to do, so you weren’t just staring at your phone.

Your mind ran through all kinds of possibilities for this random man you decided to go out with. Maybe he was bald. Maybe he was shorter than you. You didn't mind dating someone short, but they usually had complexes that you weren’t capable of dealing with. Maybe he was a secret chauvinist…

“Excuse me?” You turned your head to the words and got a face full of stomach. You tilted your head up and saw a gorgeous man with hickory smoked skin, dark and luscious beard, and kinked hair. He smiled wide showing a row of beautiful teeth and you were momentarily struck stupid.

“Friend of Claire’s right?” He asked. “I hope.” He chuckled and licked his lips. Your eyes caught the movement, the slow glide of his tongue across the swell of his lips.

You swallowed a giant ball of stupid thoughts, nodding because you didn’t trust your voice. You were going to have to marry Claire for this one. Absolutely marry her. Her boyfriend, Jay, was going to have to get in line.

The man stuck his hand out and you looked at it briefly, before looking back into his deep brown eyes. “Kevin Atwater,” he said.

You sputtered and mumbled out your name, finally taking his hand and shaking it. His hand eclipsed yours, so huge with thick fingers. His nails were clean too. He smiled and finally took the seat opposite you.

You rearranged the napkin on your nap to give you a reason to collect yourself. You were not the type to go all googly eyed for a man. At least not where they could see. When you looked up, you caught the eye of the woman next to you who had been throwing her own pitying looks your way.

You smirked and lifted an eyebrow, communicating without words. She swiftly turned her gaze to her own date, fixing her already neat bun.

Kevin cleared his throat, pulling the seat closer to the table. His legs were so long however, that he still had a lot of room from the table to his olive green button up. It was open at the collar, giving you a peak at his chest and a black tank underneath. A hint of a chain He wore dark jeans and dark green boots to match and a row of bracelets on his wrists. He had already taken off his black puffer jacket when you weren’t looking.

“You find the restaurant okay?” You asked.

“Yes, ma’am. The parking though?” He asked and shook his head. You giggled, feeling giddy over the ma’am comment rather than annoyed. He said it like it was a casual, Southern thing and not in a teasing way.

“I know. But I couldn’t believe you’d never been to this place. I thought you grew up in Chicago?” You asked.

“I did. ‘Bout some blocks that way,” he said, pointing South. “But life got busy. Maybe I just needed the right sign to go.”

You smiled. It was a cheesy joke, but why was it working? Perhaps the wine finally got to you, settling low in your belly. Maybe the sudden ache in your pussy was from the alcohol and not the way he looked framed by the wall of lights behind him. Rather than sink out of focus, his face seemed only framed by it. Kissed by it. Like the light settled into his skin with the softest sigh.

“I’m sorry if I started without you,” you said, grabbing your wine and taking a sip. You’d need your wits about you if you were going to remain cool and calm in his presence. After the disastrous first impression, you needed some points in your favor.

“That’s fine. I probably would have to. What’s that you’re drinking?” He asked. He picked up the menu but didn’t look at it as you told him the vintage. He nodded and gave you an approving grin.

“Alright, I’ve never had it. Is it good?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Not my favorite but it’ll do,” you said. He grinned and caught the attention of a passing waiter. He ordered some type of bourbon, Old Emmer, and then the conversation turned towards the food.

“Since I’ve never been here, what’s good?” He asked.

The Italian restaurant was famous for a lot of things, but none more so than the lasagna. Every time you had it, you swore up and down that someone in the kitchen was from the Old Country. You could taste the sunshine, hearth, and powdered hands as it worked the dough on the noodles. The tomatoes from the vine in the sauce. That hint of spice from the earth itself. The soft wool of the goat that provided the cheese. And the meat. You resisted the urge to pinch your fingers and kiss your mouth every time you thought of it.

“I’d say…the lasagna. I can’t resist it when I’m here,” you said. You hoped you sounded cool about it. If given half a chance, your enthusiasm would erupt all over the table and he’d be halfway down the street before you could call him back.

“Lasagna it is, then,” he said. The waiter arrived with his drink and Kevin took a sip. He tilted his whole body back, pulling up his arm so that you had a good look at his throat. The bob of his Adam’s apple as he sipped it down.

You uncrossed and then re-crossed your legs, your thighs burning in the most unholy way. It settled low in your belly, echoing throughout your core. Nasty thoughts filled your brain. Thoughts you did not need to think about this man that was only sipping a drink.

He nodded his approval and the waiter asked if you were ready to order. Kevin motioned for you to go first, so you ordered the lasagna. Kevin ordered the same thing and then the waiter took your menus.

There was no more armor against Kevin and his attractive smile. “So, what made you agree to a blind date?” You asked. As you tried to steer your thoughts to safer territory, you couldn’t imagine a man as fine as him still remaining single.

“My job doesn’t exactly lend itself to a standard schedule. Makes it hard to meet some folks,” he said. He settled back in his seat and twisted his glass in his hand. The glass looked tiny in comparison.

You nodded. Claire already told you that Kevin was a cop, like Jay. You asked if it was tough dating a cop. She confessed that it was hard as hell because of the worry. Over the fact that he might not always walk back through the door. And that’s with someone white. Kevin is Black and that brought an extra layer of worry.

You asked if it was worth it. A stupid grin spread across her face. She told you that it was. She’d do it over and over again. Plus the handcuffs helped.

“Especially someone that doesn’t automatically see you as a person,” you said.

Kevin nodded. “I’ve had some tussles but I’m still here,” he said. Your eyes darted to his body, taking in his thick muscles and corded forearms. You had no doubt that it’d have to be something huge to strike down Kevin Atwater.

“I’m glad you are. Okay, but seriously. Help me understand. How do you explain, all of that,” you said and waved to his whole body. “And no long term girlfriend.”

Kevn laughed. “I promise, it’s the job and just not vibing with anyone. There was nothing wrong with them, it just wasn’t there. But now you have to tell me something. How do you explain all of that,” he said and waved to your body. “And no one’s snatched you up yet.”

He smiled and rolled your eyes, refusing to laugh. “I find that some guys these days have to be still carrying around cavemen genes or something. It’s really bad out there,” you said and shivered.

Truth was, it was incredibly hard to find someone that fit your brand of nasty. You loved sex. Had an insatiable appetite, practically thinking of it 24/7. But you also craved submission. You did so much every day, constantly finding the energy to breathe from second to second. Your work kept you down and your family was demanding. You had to keep up with friends and schedules and made hundreds of tiny decisions every day.

Mentally calculating what was too dressy, too girly, too boyish, too much, not enough. The last place you wanted to have control of was the bedroom. The last thing you wanted to do was order around a man in the sheets.

Sometimes you just craved masculinity. You couldn’t define it but you’d know it when you see it. The way a man just went around being a man. Flexing muscles, taking up space, manspreading, protecting. What turned you on more was when a man was acting in defense of someone else.

And it was hard to achieve that with men these days. Because they’d all reverted to primitive, banging on the drums type of seduction. One drink earned them the right to put their hands on your thighs. Buying you food was a ticket to second base. You couldn’t submit if you didn’t trust the fucker in charge of you.

Glancing at Kevin though, masculinity poured off of him in waves. You wondered what it would be like to submit to him. To hand over your orgasms and watch him treat them with love and care.

Your pussy throbbed in response like she loved that idea.

“Don’t tell me it’s that bad,” he said and cringed. You gave him a funny look. He shook his head and cursed.

“Well on behalf of my gender, I’m very sorry. Then again, it brought us together,” he said. He licked his lips and narrowed his eyes at you. You giggled.

“Okay, stop. You know what you’re doing!” You said.

“What am I doing?” He asked. His voice grew a little rougher and you gasped.

“Looking at me like that,” you said. Your voice grew softer.

“How am I looking at you?” He asked.

You were saved from answering by the waiter bringing you lasagna. One huge slice was placed in front of you, a sloppy square of dripping sauce and steam. Some of the edges were burned, the tomato sauce dark with spices. It smelled divine.

Kevin grinned and looked down at his meal. He gave you a wink, like he was congratulating you on a good choice. But you waited until after the garlic bread was placed between you. He picked up his fork and cut a piece of the lasagna.

Strings of cheese went with it and he rolled it around his fork. He brought it to his mouth and his juicy lips sucked up wayward sauce. You were treated to another sight of Kevin’s tongue on his lips.

He chewed and then moaned, a low and deep sound erupting from his chest. Your pussy throbbed with the unexpected praise. You felt good to treat him to something you enjoyed. You got the same feeling when you introduced a new artist or song to someone. But nothing as visceral as pleasing Kevin.

You finally bit into your own lasagna and closed your eyes, a moan escaping you involuntarily. You even did a little jig, as the food brought so many flavors to your mouth. Something savory with a tiny hint of sweetness. The cheese and noodles complementing each other so well. The meat soaked with the sauce that made you imagine ripened red tomatoes. Plump with flavor.

You remembered where you were, on a whole ass date with a literal offering from the gods. You opened your eyes and looked at Kevin who sat still with adoration all over his face. Like he witnessed the most magnificent phenomenon and couldn’t make sense of it.

You gave him a sheepish grin but he gave you a shimmy back. He turned it into a Black person acknowledging that the food was good. No words necessary. Just brown eyes meeting brown eyes.

Conversation turned towards family as he talked about having to help his brother and sister after his dad went to prison. You nodded along, knowing that dance all too well. He glowed with pride as he talked about his siblings and how it was hard being their father and their brother.

He admitted they fell into some drama some years ago, but they were all heading towards healing. He was sad for the childhood he lost, but he would do it all over again. You wondered what it would be like to be so positive like him and Claire. The way they saw the bullshit day in and day out and got completely opposite experiences than you.

You tried not to be a storm cloud, shitting all over what came your way. You couldn’t help it. Negativity was safer. A constant hammer against your soft heart to try and harden you up. But you still had that need to empathize with everything and everyone. And so in the end, it hurt just the same.

You told him about your family and friends and how you came to know Claire. You asked about him and Jay working together and he said that they got off to a rocky start, but ended up being brothers on the other side of it.

You loved listening to him speak. The deep, whispery tone of his that instantly put you at peace and your core set to burning. You longed to hear that whispered in your ear while he did something disgusting to you later.

Yeah, you’d already decided. You were taking this man home with you and you were going to hand him the reins. You hoped that he delivered. That his smooth and sexy interior matched the drop dead gorgeous exterior.

You were needy with want. Wanting him. It was an insane thought. You’d only just met him. But his vibe put out someone trustworthy and you always trusted your instincts.

Dinner flew by with more fascinating stories from Kevin. You delved into past relationships and laughed at each of his horror stories. You told some of your own and was mortified how you could be so blind at the time.

You had a second glass of wine and he had more bourbon as you shared a dessert. The gelato was sweet and icy. You scooped some on your spoon and made a show of putting it in your mouth. Nothing outrageous, just something to tease him with.

He lowered his eyes to your mouth and you felt desired. You felt settled in your body. It was a heady feeling and you knew that it had all to do with Kevin. Once he paid the check, absolutely refusing you when you told him that you should pay since you suggested the restaurant.

You walked outside into frosty Chicago. No matter the time of year, it was a bitter place to be. The wind howled around your shins. You brought your coat closer around your neck. Kevin walked you to your car.

You didn’t have to walk so close together. He didn’t have to reach an arm out to keep your balance on low heeled shoes. Yet, your shoulders constantly bumped into his and his arm casually went around your shoulders.

You talked and laughed, dreading every inch of sidewalk you covered. You didn’t want to leave him but you didn’t know how to transition from this date to taking off his pants. When you got to the car on the driver’s side, Kevin smiled at you. You smiled back.

He stepped forward, pushing into you. You walked backwards until your back hit the side of the car. He pinched your chin, bringing your face closer to his. His eyes never left yours while he tilted his head.

“Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this,” he said. His lips brushed against yours and you sighed. You wanted to whimper.

“I feel it too,” you whispered.

“Come home with me then. Follow me home,” he said.

“I’ll follow you,” you promised. You’d follow him anywhere. This was the most radical thing you’d ever done in your life. Going home with a man after one date? The scandal of it all would turn your friends’ heads. Not to mention, they’d tease the fuck out of you about your blind date going well.

He smiled against your lips, lightly pressing in. He tasted like the bourbon he drank with a hint of pasta. It was a delicious spicy and savory mix that made you lean in for another one. He gave you a brief kiss and then pulled back.

“I’ll see you there,” he said. He opened your car door behind you, smiling at you, and then tucked you in. You put on your seatbelt and he closed the door with a tap. He finally headed down the street to his own car. You started your car and pulled into the street.

The blast of warm air from the heater was just what you needed. Except it’d probably make you sweat harder between your thick thighs. You needed his hands there already, spreading your legs so he could look his fill. You could picture it all so well. So vivid.

He pulled out into the street and you followed him to his place. To his credit, he didn’t speed up or take close lights so that you couldn’t follow. He put his blinker on way ahead of time so you didn’t have to scramble after him.

He led you to a corner building that seemed to be an apartment. The faded blue blended well into the dark night, reflecting the stars above. You found available parking and then got out of your car, looking for Kevin.

He walked down the street to you, collecting you from your car with that wide grin of his. His breath fogged into the night time and you smiled. You took your purse with you. You wrapped your hand around his forearm and he led you to the front door.

Inside, the place was as cramped as the rest of Chicago, yet roomy enough that you felt like you could breathe. The inside was nice. There was no peeling paint or stained walls. All of the lights worked and there was a first aid kit inside the doorway. You smiled at Kevin. He told you that he bought a building and planned on getting it fixed up. Something to fall back on after he was done with the force.

He led you to his apartment on the first floor and in the back. His apartment was well decorated in dark tones of mahogany and deep steel blue. There was brick on some walls and it all fit with his dark furniture. It was clean and homey at the same time.

There were sweet smelling candles on the coffee table and newspapers beside at a safe distance. He had a record player next to his TV and a rack of vinyl records underneath it. He turned on ambient lights, enough to set the mood without it being sleazy.

He took your coat off and then his own, hanging it on a rack behind the door. You couldn’t walk two feet forward before he grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall. He thumbs rubbed your hips back and forward.

He hummed and moved his body closer so that from the chest down, there wasn’t an inch of space to be found. He was so tall. So imposing. So incredibly taller than you that your brain melted.

“I can give you the tour now or later. If it’s now, you’ll take your clothes off for every room we visit. If it’s later, it’s straight to my bedroom but I take my time,” he said.

Your body shivered. You were paralyzed with indecision. You wanted to do both. At the same time. You bit your lip, thinking about which you wanted more.

Kevin smiled. “Now it is. The foyer counts as a room,” he said.

You giggled because his “foyer” opened directly into the kitchen and living room. But you took off one shoe and Kevin smiled. He moved you into the kitchen. “The kitchen,” he said.

He smelled so good, his natural scent filling the room since you were no longer outside. The kitchen was clean, dishes put away and a healthy row of seasonings. He knew his way around a kitchen.

You took off your other shoe, teasing him by technically following the rules. Just because you wanted to submit didn’t mean you couldn’t put up a fight. He took your hands and led you to the living room, his stormy gray couches made lighter by the few throw pillows. He turned on the light in the hallway, and led you to the bathroom. Your dress fell from your shoulders, around your hips, and down your legs. The shimmery material tickled your skin.

He showed you the bathroom. You were already wet from the timbre of his voice. Giving him a strip show and delaying the pleasure only made you unbearably wet. There was a particular ache in your pussy that you needed filled as soon as possible.

You glanced around the bathroom, his enormous shower. You took off your bra, sliding it from your shoulders and looking at him from behind your shoulder. He leaned against the doorway, filling it completely. He blocked out most of the light behind him and sucked in the warm light in his bathroom.

He had a lean to his wide hips and a hand on his belt. The other was above his head. He scratched his head as his eyes looked over your body. “Turn around,” he ordered.

You did as he said, turning around so that he could see your body. He walked closer, eyes straight to your breasts. Your breathing increased, watching him look at your body and find you appealing in so many ways.

He stopped in front of you and leaned down, planting a kiss to each breast. He hummed low in his throat. “I almost can’t make it one more room,” he said.

You grinned. You took his hand while he brought you to his room finally. It definitely looked like him. Nice, clean, but an air of feeling lived in. He had photos of his siblings in his room, some artwork, and his huge bed. It had to be two king sized beds put together. Or maybe it was just your imagination. But you knew that he was tall as hell so he needed a bed big enough.

It was the final room. Kevin led you further in, half closing the door. He trailed a finger across your shoulders as he walked into the room, taking off his green button up. He stood in a blank tank underneath.

Next went his jeans. He kicked off his shoes and then tugged the rest of his pants off. Now he had dark gray briefs and a black tank on. He looked like the poster child on the packages men’s underwear came in.

He sat down on the edge of his bed and beckoned you to come closer. You walked closer, the natural swing in your hips making you feel powerful even though you were handing yourself over to this man.

It felt naughty. It felt kinky. You finally found someone who could help turn your brain off. Someone who made you so hungry with desire that you didn’t notice anything else. You stopped in front of him.

“Panties,” he said.

A small word but a physical effect on you. You trembled with need while you slipped your panties down your legs. You stepped out of them and tossed them to the side. Kevin’s gaze drifted down your body, stopping at the juncture of your legs.

Kevin crooked his finger and then you stepped forward, straddling his thick thigh. You whimpered at the pressure to your clit. Kevin grinned, gripping your ass and putting you in the spot he wanted. Somewhere between his knee and his hip, where you were perfectly balanced.

“Let me watch you give yourself pleasure,” he said. It wasn’t a question. More like a soft plea wrapped in a demand. He deferred to your choices while still taking charge. You nodded.

You put your hands on his shoulders and gyrated on his leg, rubbing your pussy on his thigh. He had coarse hair there, but it only served as an extra bit of friction against your pussy. You whimpered more, finding a rhythm that rubbed against it well.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he said, that whispery tone tugging on a muscle in your leg. It jumped as you moved your body back and forth.

You opened your eyes and stared into his while you got yourself off on his thigh. He had one hand on your ass, squeezing every so often while you whimpered and whined. “Come on, let me see you let loose,” he whispered.

You whimpered more, getting closer to the sound of his voice. “Let me see it. Let go,” he continued.

You gripped his shoulders and squeezed your legs, so impossibly close. You gave one final sigh before you did explode, cumming on his thigh. You twitched and jerked, cries escaping from you.

“Hmm, cum so pretty,” he mused.

He brought his hand down between your legs, spreading your arousal on his fingers. He moaned at how you soaked his thigh. He rubbed your clit before pushing his fingers inside of you. His fingers searched inside while he brought his lips to yours.

He treated you with a tender but scorching kiss. The kind that made you curl your toes. He nibbled on your bottom lip. You cried out as he rubbed against a deep part inside of you. He flicked his fingers a few more times and you knew that he found your sweet spot.

He mercilessly rubbed it while you sputtered and moaned. You clung to him, hands fisting his tank top. “Shh, don’t fight that shit. Cum again for me,” he said.

You huffed in a delicious, torturous pain. You were trying. You didn’t mean to fight it, only that you were so turned on. You were afraid that you’d rip apart at the seams and never find a way back to your body.

But you continued to look into his drunken eyes, kissing along your mouth. Till it turned sloppy. Till you couldn’t keep your eyes open a second longer. You felt your orgasm approaching once more. You were still nervous, but there was no holding this one back.

You gave up the fight, letting the orgasm wash over you. You were right. It tore you into tiny shreds. You cried out, twitching in his lap. His other arm came around to hold you still while he continued to finger fuck you.

Your legs shook on him while you rode an intense high. You never wanted to come back down. Reluctantly, you did. Kevin slowed his fingers and then finally brought them to your lips. He painted your lips with your cum and you smelled yourself.

Your pussy clenched and Kevin grinned. He kissed you, licking your essence and sharing it with you. Your tongues mixed and danced. You clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck.

You made out for some time. Felt like an eternity. Like you spent thousands of years kissing him and it was enough to sustain you. You began gyrating on his leg again. So fucking insatiable for a man of his size.

He pulled back slowly, keeping your lips pressed together for as long as he could. “Never gon’ get sick of that,” he said. “Now I wanna taste it.”

He made you stand up. Then he stood up himself, once more dazzling you with his height. He pushed you onto the bed and commanded you to open your legs. He palmed himself, adjusting his thick bulge, and then climbed onto the bed. He pushed you to the middle so that he had enough room to lay down.

He stared at you while he lowered his mouth to your pussy. The swipe of his tongue made you cry out. You came twice already, both times you jumped out of your skin. But you were greedy for another one. Rewarding him with moans every time he made you feel good.

You couldn’t contain them. He made out with your pussy. Licking before suckling your pussy with his juicy lips. You moaned, grabbing his head and pushing him deeper. He brought his fingers up to finger you again, spearing you with his thick digits.

“Oh, Kev–” you moaned. “Kev!”

“Say my name again,” he moaned against your pussy.

“Kevin!” You obliged, thighs tingling. You tensed, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This orgasm was another intense one. Robbing you of breath and sight. You lost control of your body as you spasmed on his tongue. Kevin moaned while he sucked up your essence.

He stood up, and pulled his fingers from your pussy. He sucked on his fingers and moaned, winking at you. He pulled off his tank and then his briefs went next. His gold chain glinted in the low light. He gathered up some of your slick, rubbing the length of his humongous dick with it.

He was easily the biggest you’d ever taken. Long and thick, he had been hiding an entire monster all night.

“I’m clean,” he groaned, yanking on his meat. You whimpered, following the motion.

“I am too. I’m on birth control,” you said. It was your turn to wink at him.

“Let me fill that pussy up then,” he said, groaning as his hand moved quicker. He stopped long enough to gather more, playing with your pussy before leaning back to rub the tip of his dick.

“Fill me up, Kev,” you begged and laid down.

He gripped your legs and pushed them over his elbows. He hauled you closer and you yelped. Being manhandled sent a shiver down your spine. He spread your legs wider and then guided himself to your entrance.

You pushed your hand against his chest as he began to breach. He was so big. If it hadn’t been for the foreplay, this would hurt even more. He chuckled. “You can take me,” he promised.

He pushed against your hand and feeble attempt to slow him down. You hissed as he pushed inside slowly, pulling out and then pushing back in. You grew wetter around him and he groaned as it became easier for him to stroke.

He began to move his hips, rolling into the stroke and you hissed with more pleasure. He filled you up completely, taking him just like he said you would.

Your teeth chattered as you stared into his eyes, a look of sweet pain on your face, you were sure. You began to whimper, a growing storm deep inside. “I know, I know,” he cooed, continuing to stroke that long dick of his.

You cried out, his dick hitting your sweet spot. His mushroom head glided against your inner walls and you scrambled for something to hold onto. Your hands found his forearms.

“Kev–” you cried, not enough breath to form his full name. He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead.

“Be good for me and cum on this dick,” he commanded.

You bounced on his dick, wetter by the second. He groaned as you slid easily on his dick. “Cum on this dick, cum on this dick,” he chanted over and over, his harsh breath fanning across your heated, sweaty skin.

“I’m–, oh fuck I’m–” You groaned, throwing your head back while you came. You squeezed the hell out of his dick, holding on for dear life.

Kevin groaned on top of you, his strokes having to slow down while you came. “Fuck, pussy feel even better,” he said. He kissed your forehead again and panted.

He was still stroking, getting stronger with each slide. “One more,” he pleaded.

Fuck! You couldn’t! It’d been a while since someone tore your ass up. Your solo adventures never quite getting you there that many times. However, underneath Kevin, you felt another stirring. This one was quick. You felt it coming and yet you felt like it’d snuck up on you.

You convulsed on his dick with loud, whimpering cries. Broken and estranged sounds escaping you.

Kevin moaned, dropping his sweaty head to your chest. His lips found your nipples and he sucked on them, alternating every so often until they were hard little buds. He kissed along your neck and shoulder, stroking deeper at the closer contact.

You moaned, nails digging into his back. He moaned in your ear while his strokes increased. As if he had been holding himself back earlier and now he could let loose. Now his strokes could turn sloppy and desperate.

“Finna nut,” he moaned.

“Nut in me, Kev. Please, please,” you begged.

“Beg for this nut,” Kevin hissed, pressing his lips to yours. When he pulled back, you sniffled.

“Please Kev. Please nut in me,” you begged.

Kevin groaned, leaning up slightly and climaxing. Hot pulses of cum filled you and your body jerked, feeling the warm length of him inside you. Kevin pushed his hips in like he was trying to keep his cum inside. Let it soak deep into your pussy.

Kevin’s lips found yours in a sloppy, messy pattern and you licked at his lips, completely spent. He grinned and finally pulled out of you. You moaned as his cum slipped out too. Kevin lowered your legs, pushing them open so he could watch himself drip out.

Satisfied, he gave you a final kiss on the forehead. You sighed, settling into his bed like you were settling against a cloud. He returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth and cleaned you off. He put it back into his bathroom and then he crawled into bed, turning off the lights beside him.

He was warm, impossibly so. Like a furnace all by his lonesome. You turned onto your side and he snuggled against your backside. “That was incredible, thank you,” he said. He kissed your cheek.

“I should be thanking you,” you said, with a small chuckle.

He began to nibble on your ear. “Stay tonight. So I can wake you up to my fingers between your legs,” he whispered in your ear.

“I can’t say no to that,” you said. You didn’t know the proper etiquette for a one night stand. Were you supposed to dip? Were you supposed to stay? One night stand implied that you weren’t going to see him ever again.

But you wanted to keep seeing him. You wanted to experience this over and over again. The way he established control but still gave you plenty of chances to back out. You didn’t have to make major decisions and didn’t have to worry about anything but receiving pleasure. You were thoroughly hooked and needed far more than that.

“Maybe I should feed you some dick. See how well your mouth takes it. If it’ll be anything like your pussy,” he said.

Your pussy clenched with his filthy words. Somehow lulling you to sleep. You were incredibly warm. He pulled the covers over you, trapping you with all his heat.

“So many things I wanna do. Maybe I should tie your hands behind your back and face fuck you until I cum all over that gorgeous face,” he said.

You moaned softly, tiny gasps that filled the quiet space. “Please,” you whispered. You didn’t know what you were begging for. A break? You had so many orgasms tonight, you lost count. More? You couldn’t survive another one at the moment, but fuck it. If you passed out, then you just passed out.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” you said. You fell asleep with a goofy grin on your face.

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Fall Into You

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Slight power imbalance, Kevin is a landlord and reader is the tenant. No sexual favors being exchanged.

Summary: Hoping to beat the storm, Kevin comes over to fix your sink. However, the power goes out and you get to know your new landlord a little better.

Word Count: 7,402k

A/N: Hello, my loves. This has been on my brain for a while and a special gift for @babybratzmaraj. I guess I should stop apologizing for writing so much, the story gon' need what it needs. ONE SHOT. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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The doorbell tore you from your thoughts as you looked out of your window. The TV stated that the storm was only getting started. Only getting started…

You inwardly groaned and fixed your glasses, heading to your door and checking the peephole. Kevin Atwater stood on the other side and your heart fluttered just seeing him. You stepped back, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

“Kevin! Thank you! You didn’t have to come today. This storm looks nasty,” you said.

Kevin smiled and shook his head. He wore a black puffer jacket zipped up and carried a small toolbox. “No problem, I promise. Chicago’s seen worse and you need a working sink,” he said.

You stepped back and let him inside, hoping that your glasses didn’t fog up from the sheer sexiness that entered your apartment.

“Huh, you decorated since last time,” he said.

You looked around at the cozy space. The walls were standard, plain cream, but you made sure to dress it up with paintings in soothing blue and ocean pieces that reminded you of your hometown. The boxes had been cleared away since the last time Kevin was over to fix your bedroom door.

“Yeah, had to make it look like I actually live here,” you said with a giggle.

Kevin laughed with you. He placed the toolbox on your small, round kitchen table and took off his jacket. You busied yourself with tidying up your clean apartment. You picked up the bowl of fruit just to…put it right back down on the sink.

You had to look anywhere but at the deep burgundy button up he wore. Or the peek of a black tank underneath. His bulging arms or the way his hips sloped just so. You had to look away so that he wouldn’t see the neon “horny” sign on your forehead.

You could not crush on your landlord. It was several kinds of wrong. But how could you not? He was so tall, charming, funny, and sweet. His juicy pink lips have been the star of multiple fantasies lately.

“...help you with that,” Kevin was saying.

“Huh? Sorry…” you said and gave him a sheepish smile. Your mind tended to go on little vacations. Especially where Kevin Atwater was concerned.

He smiled at you and began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “I said what did you do with the boxes? I told you I could help you with that,” he said.

You waved him off and dropped down into a nearby kitchen chair. “You already do so much for me, Kevin. I really should be paying you,” you said.

“Rent’s just fine with me. I told you to call me for whatever you need,” he said. His eyes lingered on you a second too long before he licked his lips and started rummaging around in his toolbox.

You were incapable of thinking anything but dirty thoughts when he spoke. Whether he meant it that way or not. He brought the toolbox closer to your sink. He flipped the faucet and the pipes groaned. A loud, groaning sound as if there were ghosts dancing in the pipes.

He flipped it back off and gave you a look. “You ain’t tell me it was making that kind of a noise,” he said.

“I told you it was a noise,” you said. You shrugged your shoulders and he chuckled, licking his lips as he went back to looking at the sink.

“I was thinking it was a small noise. Like something just needed some WD-40,” he said. “That…sound bad, right?” He asked.

“You’re asking me?” You shook your head dramatically. “If I knew anything about fixing sinks, I wouldn’t have asked you here during a storm.” You still felt guilty about that. You told Kevin that you could wait until it passed, that running water wasn’t that important in the grand scheme of things. You had bottles of water and the bathroom sink worked just fine to wash your hands.

As your mind wandered, you weren’t paying attention to Kevin getting closer. You didn’t notice as he stood in front of you and dropped down to a squat to look you in the eye. You shrieked when you finally saw him as he seemed to have teleported from the sink.

“There is no way in hell I’ma let my favorite tenant live here with no running water. So no more need to apologize, right?”

His raspy voice made you lose all coherent thought. You twiddled your fingers since he was too close and you gave him a light, nervous giggle. “Stop. I’m not your favorite tenant. I’ve seen the way Mrs. Brennan looks at you. Like you hang the moon,” you said.

Kevin chuckled and stood up, going back to the sink with the toolbox in his hand. He hummed. “I helped her out with something and now she keeps trying to set me up with her granddaughter,” he said.

“Oh? Does Kevin Atwater have trouble meeting women?” You teased.

He laughed as he opened the cabinet underneath. You hadn’t had a chance to get to the store for proper cleaning supplies. So far, all you had was bleach and Pinesol, a small bucket, and a pack of sponges. It was on your long, long, long list of things you needed in order to feel settled in this place.

The wind roared outside and it shook the windows. It howled. The heater was on but did little to combat the chill in the air. You would never feel settled here. The winters were a different breed. Designed to freeze you to the toes and wrack your body with uncontrollable shivers.

“I meet plenty of women. But timing and circumstances are never there,” Kevin said. He settled onto his back and turned off the water to the sink. He began working, leaning forward to grab a tool and then use it under the sink.

His shirt rode up revealing a soft middle that you wanted to sink your teeth into. He was solid and stocky, built for sturdiness.

“What do you mean by timing and circumstance?” You asked.

“Well, I did have a thing with someone but wasn’t exactly healthy. She didn’t like that I’m a cop,” he said.

“Hate to break it to you, but you’ll find that a lot of people won’t like that you’re a cop,” you said. For you, it was always, “fuck cops”. After meeting Kevin, now it was, “want to fuck that cop in particular”.

You looked useless sitting there at the kitchen table, but what else were you supposed to do? You still had some unpacking to do but you didn’t feel right leaving him alone. The place didn’t feel like yours yet. Your manners prevented you from leaving him to it as if he were some servant only here to do a job.

“That’s fair. But can’t stop me from trying,” he said.

“That’s the spirit. Are you a romantic?” You asked. You heard the words after you spoke them and shook your head, not that he could see. “Sorry, that’s rude. You don’t have to answer that.” You pushed your glasses back up your nose and blew out a quiet sigh.

“Nah, it’s cool. I guess, yeah, I would say I’m a romantic. Just waiting for the right girl. How ‘bout you come help me? Hand me that wrench,” he said. He pointed to something in his toolbox.

You stood up and got closer to him, getting down to your knees and sitting back on your legs. You picked up the nearest wrench and handed it to his outstretched hand. You shared a look with him as he took it from you and began loosening a bolt on the pipe.

“You? You into the whole thing about romance?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. I believe it exists. How anyone can find love here when you’re freezing your ass off is beyond me,” you said.

“It’s all about layers. Undershirt, thermal, overshirt, sweater, hoodie, jacket. You’ll be warm enough,” he said.

You giggled. “Warm enough? I’d be sweating worse than…” You successfully caught yourself before mentioning sex. You bit the corners of your mouth to prevent you from giggling about that. Something about Kevin Atwater turned you into a giggling mess like some kid with a crush.

“Worse than what?” Kevin asked.

You glanced at him. His pink tongue poked out between his lips as he worked on the bolt. The screeching from the metal grated a bit and you winced.

“Worse than a sauna,” you finished lamely. He flicked a glance at you as if he knew that wasn’t what you were going to say originally. He left it alone as he hummed and returned to the bolt.

“You get used to it,” he said.

“This type of cold? No thanks,” you said.

Kevin chuckled. He sat up from the sink and fixed his shirt, lowering it over the glimpse of his stomach. He looked at you and smiled. “There’s more to Chicago than just the winter time. We have the best pizza. Everybody friendly, they just loud about it. Tell you what, why don’t you finally take me up on my offer to take you to Molly’s? It’s run by a couple of friends. They’re nice people, we’d all protect you, and you’d be able to get out and enjoy some things around here,” he said.

“A bar full of cops, doctors, and firemen? I’d feel so intimidated,” you said. You shook your head and giggled.

“Don’t. You need to get out,” he said.

“Pot, meet kettle. How many times have you been out this week?”

“Fair. But if you go out, I will too,” he said.

You held his stare and bit the corners of your mouth again. “I have so much to do here already,” you said. You didn’t like that you kept turning him down but the thought of meeting that many people at once? You wouldn’t survive it.

You knew Kevin would be nice and show you around but being at the center of attention was unbearable.

“One day I’ll get you to say yes. If you’re gonna be here, you may as well make some friends. I think you’d get along with Stella. You remind me of her,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, tough, no nonsense, funny, sweet,” he said.

“Please,” you said and giggled. Was this Stella single? Did they have something going?

Kevin opened his mouth to say something else when the wind howled louder, tearing your gaze to the window. The window shook and the lights began to flicker before they spasmed out. You shrieked as you were shrouded in darkness.

The pale, white glow of the outside gave your apartment a blue and gray tint. Like waking up in the morning and the sun was still hiding behind clouds. You stood up and went to the window but you weren’t sure what you were looking for. Only that the snow and hail seemed to fall harder, peppering the ground.

“Shoot,” you said.

Kevin stood up and moved behind you, placing one hand on your hip while he leaned behind you to look outside as well. His warm hand scorched your skin as he looked one way and then another.

“Let me see if it’s just us. Lock this door behind me,” he said.

You’d never seen this side of him yet. The kind that took charge. A new authority entered his voice, one that did not entertain disobedience. He turned and walked out and you followed behind to close and lock the door.

You paced your kitchen as you waited. You didn’t know why. Lights went out all the time. He was perfectly safe going to the basement to check the circuit breaker. Minutes passed while you piddled around, cleaning up runaway socks on the floor around the hamper.

Still had things to unload in the bathroom, but without light, you couldn’t see what you were pulling out of the box. It was too awkward holding your phone’s flashlight and the items.

A knock on your door made you jump but then you checked the peephole. Kevin stood there with his hands in his pockets, glancing around. You opened the door and let him back inside.

“Power’s out on the whole block. I already put in a call with utilities. With this kind of storm, there’s no telling when they’ll get out,” he said.

You sighed. “Oh, Kevin, I’m so sorry!” You said. You should have pushed him harder to stay home. To fix it another day.

“Hey, what did we say about apologizing?” He asked.

“Sorry! I just feel so bad. Oh! I said it again, sorry,” you said. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you couldn’t stop apologizing for trapping him here. Now what were you going to do? He couldn’t fix your sink in the dark and there was no power to cook so you couldn’t offer him a meal.

Kevin crossed towards you, invading your personal space. “No more apologizing. It’s okay,” he said.

“Well, I was going to save these until after. Since you’re stuck with me, we have cookies to hold us over,” you said.

“If I had to be stuck anywhere, I’m glad it’s with you,” he said.

You smiled and tugged on the sleeves of your purple shirt. Now that the power was out, that meant your heater was too. “Shit,” you said, realizing.

You told Kevin and he nodded. “Have you unpacked something to drink? I’ll show you how us Chicagoans stay warm,” he said.

“That’s the first thing I unpacked,” you said. You left his overwhelming presence and went to your kitchen. The plate of cookies were wrapped on the short sink so that he wouldn’t have seen it. You wanted to surprise him with gratitude for all the hard work he did around your place.

You opened a cabinet and grabbed two glasses. They clinked together as you placed them on the sink and went to a small pantry, taking out a bottle of whiskey. Kevin joined you in the kitchen to help and he whistled at the bottle. “Basil Hayden?” He asked.

“Did you expect something girly?” You asked.

“No ma’am, just didn’t take you for a whiskey type,” he said. He grinned and joined you at the table.

“Now, we don’t want to get wasted but the goal is to keep a steady drink going to stay warm. So how ‘bout some questions to get to know each other? Since we got all this time,” he said.

“Is this an interrogation?” You asked with a giggle.

“Naw, just two friends getting to know each other. So we either answer truthfully or take shots. Up for it?” He asked.

“I’m game if you are,” you said. Kevin took the lead by pouring tiny shots for you both in each glass. He pushed your glass towards you.

“You can go first,” he said.

You tapped the glass and thought about a good question to ask. “I’ll go easy. What’s a secret you’ve never told anyone?”

“That’s easy?” He asked.

You nodded. You pointed to his glass. “You can always drink up if that’s too hard on you,” you said.

He smirked. “A secret I’ve never told anyone…I once met my celebrity crush at a mall signing. She signed a poster for me. I…still have it,” he said and smiled.

“Who! Who’s your secret crush?” You asked.

“Aht, it’s my turn. Worst heartbreak?” He asked.

“Easy questions, huh?” You asked.

He shrugged. “You don’t become friends by finding out each other’s favorite colors.”

You thought about it and nodded. You told him about your worst heartbreak and how you dealt with it. How difficult it was to move on from it.

You went back and forth asking safe, but deep questions that required more than yes or no answers. You learned more about him and if it was possible, you fell for him even more.

“How in the world are you single?” You asked when it was your turn again.

Kevin chuckled and played with his glass. So far, you had taken a few shots too nervous to answer the questions he asked. He had only taken two. One for when you asked about his parents and one when you asked about his first love.

“I wish I knew. I date; you make it sound like I hide in my house after work. The shit I see every day, sometimes I just need to get it out of my head. Dating on top of that just seems cruel,” he said.

You nodded. You could respect that. You had no idea what it was like being a cop. Seeing the worst humanity had to offer and still have to come up with hope for the people who survived. Dealing with the press and the community painting cops as modern day boogeyman. Still. He was too sweet and strong to not have someone. It was criminal.

“How come you don’t have anyone?” He asked.

You fixed your glasses and shrugged. “May be a surprise to you but guys these days are…nasty. They send unsolicited dick pics, they can’t hold a conversation, and think women owe them something for buying them a drink. Like…I didn’t ask for the drink so why does that mean I have to open my legs or suck them off? Especially when they won’t even go down on a woman!”

Kevin’s surprised face made you suddenly feel the alcohol loosening your limbs and warming you up. It definitely loosened your tongue. You groaned and rubbed your forehead. “Sorry, that’s TMI,” you said.

“I would say take a drink every time you apologize, but then this bottle would be gone.”

The word was on the tip of your tongue and you bit it to keep from speaking it. He smirked at your attempt and you rolled your eyes. “You don’t know everything,” you said. Well, the door was open…

“What is your ideal woman?” You asked.

“Ideal? Shit, I just want someone I vibe with. That thinks like me. Has goals,” he said.

“Beauty? Brains?” You asked.

“Why won’t you go to Molly’s with me?” He asked.

You smiled, remembering that it was only one question per person. “I don’t know anyone. Meeting new people sucks. I don’t have the personality for great first impressions,” you said.

“You know me,” he said. “I would make sure you’re good. And you are great at first impressions. I wouldn’t have rented to you otherwise.”

“You are just being nice like always. Why is it important for me to go to Molly’s?”

“I want you to feel welcome here. Feel like you belong so you can stay,” he said.

You ducked your head, playing with your glass. The soft slide of glass on the table was the only sound in the room. Outside, the wind continued to howl as the storm carried on. You shivered, despite feeling toasty from the whiskey. Your skin felt icy. “I moved here, Kevin. That’s about as permanent as it gets.”

Kevin scooted closer. He had to spread his legs wider to accommodate your chair. The smell of him invaded your senses. The smell of whiskey on him made your head fuzzy. He brought his hand up to caress your cheek. He gently turned your head to look at him.

“This may be the drink talkin’, but you feel this too, right? Between us? If I’m imagining it, let me know now,” he said.

You looked at his lips and then back up to his eyes. He caught the movement and did the same, his gaze drifting down your face and then back up again.

“You’re not imagining it,” you said.

Kevin leaned over and captured your lips in a sweet, tender kiss that warmed you up quicker than the whiskey. You returned the kiss, sighing, tongues dueling with each other.

“Hmm, knew you’d taste sweet,” he said. He pecked your lips once, twice, and then lingered on the third time humming.

Emboldened by his actions, you leaned out of your chair. You climbed into his lap, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. Kevin sighed and put his hands on your hips, squeezing every so often.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he said.

You smiled and kissed him again, rolling your hips. He groaned and his hands went lower to grab your ass. He gripped and massaged your ass, squeezing painfully enough to make you cry into his mouth. He growled hearing the sound, kissing you with more passion after each kiss.

“I want you, Kevin Atwater,” you said against his lips.

“Are you sure?” He asked. He leaned back and looked into your eyes. “If you’ve had too much to drink–”

“Shut up,” you said with a grin and kissed him.

You had been playing this subtle game between each other for weeks as you signed your lease and moved in. The first time you called him to tell him about your stuck doors, he showed up the next day he was free. He made conversation easy as he fixed the doors. He immediately put you at ease.

He found that your closet door was stuck too but he didn’t have time to fix it at the time. He told you that he would be back and again, he made it so easy to talk to him and time flew by when he was around. It was like you didn’t have time to think about being nervous when he was telling you about must see attractions to Chicago. He kept talking about the pizza and promised to bring one over.

He made moving there for work not feel so lonely. You were worried if you would find friends outside of work. No matter what, work friends were not true friends.

You kissed him again, your hands drifting down to start unbuttoning his shirt. The alcohol wasn’t affecting you in the way he thought. It only lowered your natural anxiousness about being bolder. Funner. More open. Going after what you wanted.

Now that you knew you weren’t crazy, that he wanted you as well, a dam broke. Kevin matched your desperateness to get your clothes off as well.

“I know another way to stay warm,” you said.

Kevin chuckled. “I told you I can help with whatever you need,” he said. “I keep my promises.”

You finally got his shirt loose and pushed it off of his shoulders. He had huge muscles, showing off a physique that made you lick your lips in anticipation. His thighs bunched underneath you and you moaned, rolling your hips against his pelvis.

His erection was thick against his jeans. Kevin grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it off you, revealing your bra. He moaned and kissed around your chest. His hands traveled up and down your back, warming it up just like he promised.

The black tank he wore underneath looked damn good on him but it had to go. He stopped kissing your chest long enough to let you remove it. Your hands explored his chest while he put his mouth over your nipple through the fabric.

You moaned, throwing your head back and giving him better access. He took the opportunity you presented and sucked on your titty until the fabric was soaked with his saliva. Your nipple became increasingly sensitive under his attention. You were hissing and shaking by the time he finally let go and admired his handiwork.

He switched to your other nipple, giving it the same love and attention as the first. You squirmed in his lap, unable to stop moving. Your hands moved to the back of his neck and held him to you. He groaned and continued to tug and suckle on your nipple until it was sensitive as well.

As a big girl, it was not easy to feel small. Dainty. Delicate. But you felt like that in Kevin’s capable hands. You felt worshiped. Adored. The soft light coming from outside made the room feel like a bubble. Like time stopped somewhere outside and you were free to explore. To breathe. To cherish this moment with Kevin.

He licked the swell of your breast outside of your bra and you moaned. He kissed up your neck until his lips found yours. Until he was nibbling on your lips and licking away the sting. He sucked on your bottom lip and you felt the tug in your pussy.

You were uncomfortably wet. You felt your arousal dampening your panties. You didn’t know how much longer you would hold out. Or survive.

“You squirming a lot there. You feelin’ good?” He asked.

“Yes,” you moaned.

“What I’m gon’ find when I take them panties off?” He asked.

“Me, excited. Ready for you,” you said.

“Ohh, you a little naughty on top of being sweet?”

You didn’t have time to answer. Kevin stood up, holding you, cupping your ass so you didn’t slip. He kissed you while he held you. But your heart was thumping. Thundering. “I got you, don’t you even worry,” he whispered against your lips.

The apartment was small so he crossed the space in a few steps to get to your bed. He gently laid you down and stepped back to admire how needy you were. How you stretched out on the bed and made a sublime vision of wantonness.

He bit his lip with a smirk as he unbuttoned your jeans and tugged them off your hips. Your breathing was rapid, out of control. Your chest rose and fell in quick succession. Your skin felt alive and electric. Like he needed to enter you right this second or you’d spontaneously combust.

“Look at you. Needy little thing,” he commented. His hands spanned the expanse of your thighs, rubbing and kneading.

“Oh, Kevin,” you moaned.

“So you ready for me, huh?” He asked. You watched through slitted eyes as he tilted his head. How could he be in control right now? Had it been that long for you?

You were too busy packing and saying goodbye to family and friends to worry about getting your rocks off. You were too busy working and unpacking in Chicago to worry about finding someone to relieve the pressure. The past few weeks, it had been you and Roman the Rose.

“I’m so ready,” you said, making him chuckle.

He took off his shoes, socks, and jeans and you watched him unveil parts of his body you imagined. Lusted over. Pictured way too often to ever tell him the truth.

“Mhm, we gon’ see,” he said. He joined you on the bed. Kneeling on it, the bed groaned under his weight and you smiled. Your bed had been previously unprepared for someone of his size. He dropped his lips to your chest slowly. When his breath fanned over your nipples, you moaned and twisted away from him.

He completely covered you, however, so there was no place to go. He licked the swell of your breasts again, glancing up at your reactions. You were mesmerized by him. Under his spell. One of his hands slipped up your thigh and you twinged. Goosebumps pebbled your skin but you felt like you were on fire.

He pressed a thumb over your panties and pushed in, digging the fabric past your pussy lips and groaned at the wet glide of it already. “Oh shit,” you moaned.

“Hm, look what I found,” he said against your skin.

His fingers played with your pussy over your panties and you kept moving, twisting, writhing against your bed and underneath him. Every so often, his thumb would grace your pussy lips. That hint of skin to skin contact made you hiss and roll your hips against his hand.

Kevin used his teeth to drag down the cup of your bra. He grinned finding your dark nipple and then he latched on, swirling his tongue around it in a way that let you know he’d do the same to your pussy when given the chance.

Your breaths were choppy. Belly flipping. Pussy throbbing. Hands clutching your sheets and yanking.

Your orgasm was tearing through you, stealing your breath like a thief. Stars exploded behind your eyelids as rippling pleasure traveled throughout your body. Kevin hummed through it all.

“Look so damn pretty when you cum. Gon’ look even better when I get in there. I bet you’re gonna feel good ridin’ this dick,” he said. His raspy voice was its own brand of magic. Your nipples were still sensitive under his ministrations and the painful tug felt delicious.

You whimpered. He used his teeth to drag down your other cup and gave it attention as well. His tongue flicking across the dark areola. “Shit!” You moaned.

“Mhm, let me hear it,” he said. His warm breath fanned across the wet spots he left behind and you shuddered.

“Kevin, please,” you begged.

“Naw, that beggin’ shit don’t work on me,” he said.

You whimpered once more as he rolled your nipple between his teeth. His hand went back to rubbing your pussy but this time, he finally slipped underneath. His thumb teased the area around your clit, never quite hitting it and teasing you with no mercy.

“Oh fuuck,” you moaned. You turned your head to the side and bit your sheets, turning distraught at the realization that he was going to take his time with your body. He was an explorer. He was a master conductor fine tuning your body and learning the sounds you were capable of producing.

He sucked hard on your nipple and your back left the soft sheets, arching away from the bed. “Augh,” moaned.

At the same time, he dipped a finger into your entrance getting his finger wet up to the knuckle. “Nice and fuckin’ wet. Fuck,” he moaned.

You hissed as he moved his finger in and out. His thumb continued to tease your clit, never directly touching it. It was a dual sensation that drove you insane and contracted on his finger.

“You gon’ feel this good squeezing on my dick?” He asked.

“Uh-huh,” you said and nodded. Hell yes you would. He just needed to believe you and get inside you already. You moved your hips against his finger and he hummed in appreciation.

“Oh, impatient too. You wanna cum again?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yes, please, I wanna cum,” you whined, your voice tinny and weak.

“Good girl, using your words without me having to tell you. A’right, I’ll let you cum,” he said. He pushed a second finger inside you and then began pumping in earnest. His thumb moved to rub circles around your clit and you came instantly, shouting and twitching.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you moaned as you came, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Kevin placed kisses along your chest as you did so, keeping up his particular brand of torture. He slowed down as your breathing returned to normal.

“Hmm-mm,” I can get used to that,” he said.

You struggled to your elbows and looked at him. “Fuck,” you panted.

He grinned and stood up. He slipped his fingers out of you and then licked them one by one. He moaned, closing his eyes. Fuck. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. He licked his fingers like runaway scoops of brownie mix left on the spatula.

You were getting worked up looking at him. He was distracted. You smirked as you leaned forward and pressed kisses to his stomach. He tensed up at the contact and you looked up at him.

He grinned at you, grabbing you by the throat. Your eyes fluttered closed. He hummed. He pulled you into a kiss. A wet, sloppy, loud one that made you hiss and scoot closer to him. You were dripping, soaked. Every movement you made called attention to the fact that you were wet as hell.

“I got somethin’ for you, but I wanna eat first. We didn’t get to them cookies you baked,” he said.

Your eyes turned watery. “Please, let me touch you, Kevin,” you said.

He planted another kiss on your lips, lingering to swipe his tongue around your lips and diving inside. Your pussy ached. You’d never felt so empty in your entire life. “You’ll get your chance to make sure my dick wet for you. I don’t wanna hurt you when I finally fuck you,” he said.

You sighed painfully through your nose. Your vision swam with tears. You were beyond horny. You didn’t think you were this insatiable. You had two orgasms already but you wanted more. You wanted more from him.

Kevin licked his lips and removed his hand from your neck.. He rubbed your lips with his thumb and then gave you a sweeter kiss this time around. “Now lean back and let me get to eatin’,” he commanded.

You needed no further encouragement as you flopped back onto the bed. He peeled your panties off, cooing at the dripping mess you were. “Hm-mm,” he sighed. He kissed your thighs as he slipped your panties off. He licked your calf. He threw your panties somewhere behind him and it landed with a soft, wet plop.

You would have felt embarrassed usually. But there was nothing but pure, uncut lust. You could taste it in the air. Feel it burning you inside and out.

Kevin hummed, stroking himself through his briefs. He spread your legs and watched as your arousal slowly leaked out of you. You felt it roll down the crack of your ass and shivered. Cool air blasted from somewhere. The wind continued to howl, adding to the soft orchestra of sounds you were currently making.

Kevin knelt down slowly and got into position between your legs. He put them over his shoulders and yanked you down to the edge of the bed. His arms hooked underneath your legs and spread you open for his meal.

He blew slowly across your wet clit and you shivered. The anticipation was worse. You couldn’t stop moving, shaking, yearning. Kevin laughed and kissed your clit. He hummed. “Taste so fuckin’ good already. You’re so wet, baby,” he said. “Gonna drown in this pretty pussy.”

“Fuck, Kevin!” You shrieked.

He chuckled. “Calm down, what you cussin’ for? I ain’t even do nothin’ yet,” he said.

You whined, rolling your hips. “Please, please, please,” you begged. You couldn’t take this teasing. You weren’t used to it. Had you even had sex before this? You thought you had decent lovers before. Men who knew what they were doing and had you screaming until the cows came home.

But Kevin? Kevin eclipsed any man that came before. You were a virgin all over again. This was your first time and your partner was an expert. A sex demon sent straight from hell.

“The more you beg, the longer I take,” he said. He licked outside of your pussy lips. He went as far as the seam and pulled back, licking down ‘till he reached your entrance. His tongue just crested the surface of it.

“Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You yelled and huffed.

Kevin continued to tease you, drawing curses and screams and yells as he explored your body. Your thighs shook violently. Tingles turned to pinpricks against your legs the longer he held them open.

Wave upon wave of desire flooded your system. Your hands played in his hair as he worked, savoring you. He hummed every so often when you tugged on his hair or made a sound that sounded like you were near death. Near leaving this plane of existence forever.

You stopped trying to plead with him. You become engrossed in the pleasure he was giving you. You and it were one and you surrendered to the feel of him. He finally pushed in further, drawing his tongue close to your clit.

“Auhh,” you croaked.

Kevin kept going, swirling his tongue. His sloppy, loud eating was seduction personified. He sucked so hard that he made noises with your pussy.

You couldn’t say anything to let him know that you were enjoying yourself. You couldn’t encourage him to keep doing what he was doing. Your mind was gone. Gone on a different trip this time.

He sighed against your pussy and then flicked his tongue on your clit. It was your undoing. You cried out, pupils blown wide as you came and came and came. Shivers wracked your body. Kevin held you down in his powerful arms, helping you weather the tempest rushing through you.

Your fingers dug into his wild hair and pulled. It didn’t seem to faze Kevin. He continued to eat you out as if searching for the next meal course. He ate you on the way down from the high. You moaned and bit your lip, hoping pain would help dull this type of ecstasy. It did not.

Kevin smacked his lips as he slowly stopped, rolling his tongue one more time. He leaned back and surveyed his work. You heard him smacking his lips. “Makin’ such a big mess for me,” he whispered. He kissed your pussy and then leaned back.

Your eyes found his. He smirked. His beard dripped with your essence. Entire lower jaw was wet and you saw trails of your slick in his beard. He rubbed it in, moving his hand to work in what you left on him.

“How you feelin’, gorgeous?” He asked.

“Like I died,” you said.

He chuckled. “Well, now you got some work to do. Get this dick wet,” he said.

He helped you into a sitting position. You yelped, feeling the giant pool you made on the edge of the bed. You were definitely going to have to wash these immediately. He grabbed your throat, tearing your thoughts away from the bed and back onto him.

He leaned down and kissed you. Fuck, you tasted good on him. You smelled yourself and it only turned you on more. He sucked on your bottom lip and then swiped his tongue up. He made out with you and you somehow dripped more. You were a veritable slip and slide at this point. If he entered you, he’d face no resistance.

He pulled back and you smiled goofily at him. He smiled back. “Even better than I been dreamin’,” he said. He leaned back and let you go. You watched as he removed his briefs. Your eyes widened at the size of him.

He was long and thick, a deadly combination. Maybe all the prep time was more from necessity. Had he tried entering you without lube or without foreplay, that shit would hurt. You were no punk though.

You fixed your glasses and greedily took him into your mouth. You were not as nuanced as he was. You did not have time for games. You had been desperate to touch him, taste him, and explore him in the same way he did to you. You sucked the tip of him and he hissed, hands going to the side of your face.

You pushed past his hands, sucking as much of him down as you could. You used your hands on the area you couldn’t get to. You spat on his dick and used it to let your hands glide better.

“Sweet fuck,” he moaned.

You sucked on him, remembering to breathe through your nose so that you didn’t pass out doing this. Your pussy throbbed as he continued to moan and throw his head back, rolling his neck. Your drool slipped past your lips and coated his shaft. You flicked your tongue across his tip and he jerked his hips forward.

His hands on the side of your head gripped you harder and pushed you down on his dick. Deeper than you would normally take someone. You had been worried that you would puke or something. However, you relaxed your throat and worked together to soak his dick with your saliva and make sure that he wouldn’t hurt you on entry.

“Fuck, right there. Right there,” he moaned.

You moaned right back, loving the way he took control of his pleasure and used you. “Let me cum in that pussy, baby,” he said.

You looked up at him and he licked his lips. You nodded. “Yef,” you said around his dick.

He slipped out of your mouth and you sucked in deep breaths. Your head was light. Floating. Soaring. You licked your lips and rubbed your cheeks to get the ache out. But Kevin grabbed you roughly and flipped you over on the bed.

“Ouee, shit,” you groaned. You sniffled. Fuck, he was ruining you for any other guy. You would never be able to have sex with anyone else ever again! Was it too early to propose? Was it too early to ask him to move into this tiny apartment with you and deliver this every night on demand? Would that scare him away?

His large hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you back. One hand left as he guided his dick to your entrance. You sighed. There was no reason to beg him not to tease you. He wouldn’t listen either way.

Kevin shoved inside in one hard thrust that brought those stars back to your mind’s eye. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuh,” you moaned.

As suspected, he slipped in easily thanks to the foreplay and you sucking him off. He groaned as he was fully seated and began rolling his hips, giving you long, deep strokes. He grinded in your pussy and you began to shake and shiver on him.

“Throw that shit back like you want it,” he said.

You listened, throwing it back. He was stroking so hard that you couldn’t brace yourself. You dropped down to your elbows and raised your ass higher. He moaned as he stroked deeper, hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl.

“Kevin, Kevin, Kevin,” you chanted.

“Yeah, I know I’m hittin’ that shit. Bounce it back,” he said.

You moved your hips faster, matching his pace. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked back. Your head snapped back, a bite of pain on your scalp. “Auh, auh, auh,” you croaked.

His thrusts made your ass clap on him. “Mhm, gripping that shit,” he moaned. He twisted your hair again, yanking your head back a little more and stroking into you with precision.

“Oue, baby, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. “I’m cumming, baby.”

“Cum on then. Cum on this dick so I can nut in this pussy,” he said.

You cried. You exploded. You were ripped apart as the orgasm burrowed through your system. Your legs shook and twitched. Your pussy gripped him tight, making him snug as he pounded.

Kevin continued stroking until he groaned and busted inside of you. Hot pulses of cum signed his name in the crevices of your pussy and you moaned with him.

He slammed inside of you two more times and stilled, panting. He slowly worked his way out of you and you groaned. You immediately flopped onto the bed. Strength left you. Your energy was gone.

Kevin’s quiet huffs let you track him through the apartment. You heard water running and then he was back, cleaning you up. You whined, crying and pushing away from him. He cooed at you and gently cleaned you up.

Sleep tugged at you. You yawned. Kevin returned. You were putty in his hands as he moved you away from the mess you made. “I know another way to warm you up too,” he said.

“Hm,” you sighed.

He chuckled as he got you out of the puddle. You sighed, curling up now that you were in a dry spot. Kevin placed something onto the wet spot and then got in bed with you, pulling your back into his chest. He spread out covers over you.

You had just enough thought to take off your glasses and put it on the nightstand next to you.

His hand came around to rest against your titty, still clad in your bra. He threw one leg over you and your body instantly warmed up. He was a space heater. You snuggled into his warmth and were out like a light, with a giant smile on your face.

The END.

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#3 - "Oh, Night Devine"

It’s late when Kevin slips his key into the lock on his front door. Opening the door had a smile spreading his gorgeous lips. He set his bag down, toeing off his boots while he looked around. You had decorated the house for the holidays. There were lighted figurines and gift-wrapped boxes strategically placed on every surface. Dangling stars and mini decorated trees lined the window sills in the living room and kitchen. Lighted garland framed every doorway and trailed up the stairs. Coming around to the large tree he spied you curled up on the couch, his smile stretching wider.

“Hey,” he whispered not wanting to startle you. Watching you begin to stir, he knelt by the couch to stroke your arm. “Hey, girl.”

You stretch, giving him a sleepy smile, “Hey, baby.”

“The house is beautiful,” he drops a soft kiss on your lips, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip and chin. “Really beautiful. I don’t know how you did all this so fast.”

Eyes sparkling with the sass that drew him to you the first day you met, you smirk. “A step ladder and some black girl magic. You really like it?”

Looking around again, his eyes come back to you. “Yeah,” he nodded. “I do.”

You warm under the compliment, stretching up for another kiss. Warming even more as you wrap your arms around his neck, sweeping your tongue over his bottom lip. Closing your eyes, welcoming his reciprocating flicks and his hand coming up to cup your jaw.

Pulling back, you can’t help but watch his lips, wanting them back on yours. “I missed you today…like really missed you.”

Kevin raises his eyebrows slightly in mock surprise, “That so?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Raising up to take your time with another kiss, you tug slightly inviting him to join you on the couch. He settles on you never breaking away from your lips, his tongue dancing a slow grind with yours. The sigh coming from the back of your throat vibrates down his as your hips connect and begin to do the same dance. The weight of him sparks something dark and lascivious in you every time, it feels like nothing else - he feels like no one else. The same 6’3”, 220 lb frame that’s capable of snatching a suspect down from an 8ft fence, feels like heaven when it’s crushing you. The same arms that can pin a man burning with adrenaline to the ground, can hold you up against any surface with ease. In fact, Kevin has been known to manhandle you into a new position during the heat of things before you even know what’s going on…and you love it.

He was blessed with massive hands that he had honed into mirroring extensions of himself - perfecting the balance between strong and gentle. And those two blessings are under your shirt, streaking hot and skillful strokes across your skin, twisting your core into knots. Sliding up your sides, teasing the skin just centimeters away from your breasts, making you arch into him. You run your hands over his shoulders and back with a whine, hating the layers of clothes that are keeping you from his smooth skin.

“Off,” you breathe, pulling on them. Tugging uselessly because his mouth has found that pulse point in your neck and your limbs are going limp from the tingles and the heat and the ‘my god’ of it. Sitting up on his knees between your legs he strips off his jacket and shirt quickly, then slowly…so slowly, the olive green tee beneath because he knows. He watches your face as his well-earned rippled torso and chest of a demi-god appear. Your lips part for the intake of breath you need, your thighs squeeze on his legs as you clench in reaction to the sight of him, it never fails to set you on fire.

He bites his lip just a little before he chuckles low, “What’s the matter, baby girl? Oh, you like that?”

Arrogance should not be allowed to sound that sexy. The surge of arousal that blasts through you shows in your eyes before your mouth can say a word. Kevin tilts his head to the side just a little, the coming tease lifting the corner of his lips up on one side, “You gonna answer me?”

You nod, knowing what he wants, “I like it…a lot.” The last two words barely a whisper, make his body react. His chest clenches, his nipples tighten and the heartbeat showing on the surface of his skin just below his Adam’s apple pauses then picks up again more visible than before.

If you didn’t know him so well, the look that crosses his face would make you roll off the couch and run. Instead, it is that very look that makes you sit up scrambling to get his jeans open. As soon as you get his zipper down he’s back on you, his lips and tongue swallowing your moans and sighs, your wrists held above your head while he grinds your already pulsing center. The hot length of him is barely contained by his underwear, aided by the additional thick hem of the zipper of his jeans, pressing and dragging against your flowered open space, roughly hitting where you need him the most.

“Baby!” you gasp out, the second he breaks the kiss long enough to let you suck in a breath.

“I know,” he assures you, ridding you of your underwear while moving down your body. “Just wait…wait.”

His words sear hot into your chest as he travels lower. Sucking in your nipple, he tongues it while you twist under him, desperate for just the right angle to offer you some relief. Taking the other he draws stuttering cries out of you with tiny bites on the sensitive nub. The sensation draws it up tighter, crinkling - a taut blackberry for him to pluck and tease. His body is hovering above you now, moving. You miss his weight, opening your eyes right as he settles on you again and the new skin-to-skin contact burns into your inner thighs, your vulva - his now freed, rock-hard shaft, slides over you.

You’re not quite in control of the way you’re clutching at his lower back and firm cheeks. Sweat has settled on your skin and he’s not even inside you yet. That is what this man does to you. Turns you inside out with a smile, sets you on fire with his laugh, and puts you on edge by simply laying his hand on the back of your neck just so. And now this man is sliding his satin-covered amber marble inside of you a little at a time, rocking, wetting himself with your juices for each new deeper stroke. Patient and calculated he nudges and retreats, parting you bit by bit, denying himself as you urge him on. Ignoring your pleas for more and your begging that he stop playing with you, he keeps to the task. With mind-blowing concentration, Kevin does what he does because he knows what it does to you. He thrives on knowing what’s best for your body better than you do yourself. With all of him inside you, he churns his hips, angling for the gasp that tells him he’s hitting his mark and staying there, winding you up. Continuous smooth motion has you chanting his name, feeling for the deep dip in his back to use as a handhold.

Kissing you ups the ante to mindlessness. His tongue roughly dipping in time with his strokes, his groans filling your throat, him turning his head this way and that making you chase him. Dropping his head down to your chest his hand envelops your full breast again for a tribute he makes with his lips and tongue. Your hands grip his head, loving the added sensation - your vee’s hot grip on him reacting to every suck and flick with uncontrolled squeezes and full-body shudders. His pace quickens and he waits for the beginnings of the trembling in your legs. For the flutterings your slick tunnel make around his dick that make him turn his face away. Knowing that he’ll be unable to show restraint if he can see the look in your eyes when you’re falling apart.

“Girl,” he moans out. “Why you feel so good?” Those words open your eyes again and his desperate tone squeezes your heart, your body responds with a flood of additional moisture. His returning to lock his lips on your neck has you filling the room with gasping cries, his rhythm building a wave of pleasure guaranteed to sweep you both away.

Withdrawing to lift your legs to his shoulders, he lines himself up with your sweetest space again and thrusts in hard and deep, drowning out the wail that shoots out of you with a loud groan of his own. With one hand gripping the armrest above your head and the other your calf, his thrusts are more like lunges. His chest ghosting over your nipples sparks electrical charges through you as he pulls himself into each stroke. Then changing, he is raising up spearing you into oblivion. Pistoning like a well-oiled machine, his muscular thighs are slapping against the back of yours, the added sensation and sound an intoxicating cocktail of sensory delights.

The way your body goes taught tells him he can break free. Slamming into you unrestrained, he leans down further into your face, his baritone sending shivers all over your body, voicing his demands, “Come on. That’s it. Come! On! Baby!”

The erotic distress in his voice is sending you over. You try to hold on to him in any way you can, grabbing at his arms slick with sweat, his churning waist, his neck - a thick anchor just out of reach. You are losing control, you want everything - his hands on you, his lips on yours, his weight but you can’t express anything beyond panting, half-incoherent pleas because it’s right there. Right. There.

“There you go! Give it to me. Give it to me!”

Dear god, he always knows. You want to scream but it’s trapped in your chest. Kevin-fucking-Atwater is rolling out the red carpet for you to shred his forearms and rupture his ear canal with the vocal release of the explosive build-up he has created. You want nothing more than to give him what he wants, what you need. With a single broken scream, your tunnel clamps down on him, increasing your sensitivity tenfold while he continues to chase his own orgasm. You jerk and twist, unable to even arch up off the couch while the exquisite torture goes on for what feels like forever because he has you locked in place, his abdomen slapping against your fluttering clit. Instinctively, you push against his chest for some kind of reprieve. Your spasming walls close down on his strokes again and again milking him, intensifying everything for you - dragging his name from your throat in ragged curses you would deny ever uttering later.

Just when you swear you would pass out from pleasure, you hear the sweet bellowing sound of him finally hitting his wall. His body launches into yours after his stuttering hips and the violent jerk of his abdomen cut off all his control. His cum blasts your insides, hot and surging.

"Uhnnnn!” he groans completely drunk on sensation. “Mmmm, damn baby.” Each burst arching his back and cutting off his ability to speak momentarily, then releasing his voice to pour out all over you in a slowed-down version of the rich baritone you’ve fallen in love with. “Baaaaby,”

He collapses just enough for you to be able to draw yourself up by his neck and latch onto the lips you have wanted to be reconnected with for too long now. Kevin lets your legs down carefully locked in the hard kiss, slashing tongues with you in possessive domination. His hand which started in your hair, moved quickly to grip your chin and the back of your neck to remind you who you belong to - as if you needed reminding. Breathing roughly into your mouth, he whispers your name between demands for more of you, your tongue, the salty taste of the skin on your neck, your flutters calling him to press deeper. His hips were rocking slowly, letting you both come down in a dream-like softness, reducing the lights in the room and the night sounds outside to shadow, blurs and fluffy white noise.

Moments later lounging on the couch, you lay blissed out, tangled up in Kevin with his once discarded shirt pulled over you both. Over your head he surveys the room some more, noticing that the tree only has white lights on it.

“I was saving the tree for you, baby. It’s our first one…I couldn’t do that without you,” you smile snuggling down into the squeeze he’s giving you.

“Oh yeah?” Dropping a soft kiss on your temple, his hands start to wander, making you giggle. “You being all sweet to me is gonna get you in trouble.” His voice drops impossibly lower, more vibration than articulation, as he murmured near your ear. “Keep on. I see you. You trying to get tuned up again?”

The smile that creeps up on your face tells him all he needs to know.

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Little Secret

Authors Note:

Inspired by this Tik tok of Dante Torres

My first official post on Tumblr (I got bullied with love to post this)

Warnings: mentions of former relationship, Smut, Oral (Fem receiving), P in V. I think that is it.

‘Why are you bringing me to the police station with you?” Rickki complained, “I could be at my apartment doing literally anything else.”

Shonte rolled her eyes, “You need to get out of the house. Jay is not going to be there, he’s out during surveillance with Hailey, he’s not slated to be back for a couple of hours.”

Rickki sighed as she tore her eyes from her phone and began looking outside, but she remained silent.

Fuck Jay

Shonte stopped at the red light grabbing her little sister’s hand, “Hey, I will forever die on the hill that Halstead didn’t deserve you, but Kevin is worried about you, and he asked me to bring you, he’s worried about his little sis-in-law.”

The break-up between Halstead and Rickki was difficult to say the least, and Kevin felt responsible for the cause of Rickki’s pain since he was the one to introduce them.

However, Rickki wasn’t one to put the blame on nobody else but her.

Nobody told her to fall for Jay and nobody told her to put up with his bi-polar ass attitude she decided to do that on her own.

However, once the arguments began to seep in and the breaking of the dishes started to commence, she decided to end things once and for all.

That decision was finalized eight months ago, and she has been avoiding the Chicago Police Department like the plague.

Until today.

“I know, Vanessa called me the other day because I missed family movie night. Kevin knows I don’t blame him for how things ended between Jay and I right? Kevin thought he was doing the right thing; nobody ever knows how a relationship will turn out in the end.” Rickki spoke, “I just needed to get my mind right and let myself know that the break-up was not my fault.”

Shonte nodded as she listened to her sister’s rationale, she was never a fan of Halstead even when he was with Rickki, she always felt Jay and Rickki were on two different spectrums.

That could just be the big sister in her talking, she never felt no man was good enough for her little sister.

The duo walked inside the police department as they took the stairs up to the Intelligence Unit, Rickki looked around at the desks aligned in the front with papers and folders scattered on every desk, the faded white board was barren, flipped to hide anything that was on the bulletin board on the back.

“Are we supposed to be up here? This feels illegal.” Rickki whispered towards Shonte.

“If they were working on something that was exposed, Trudy wouldn’t have sent us up.” Shonte spoke.

The pitter pat of feet came behind them as Shonte broke out into a huge grin.

Kevin scooped Shonte in his arms giving her kiss, “I missed you baby, how have you been?”

“Lonely.” Shonte spoke, feeling the warmth of her lover’s embrace, “You got a lot of making up to do tonight.”

Kevin’s teeth bit into his thick bottom lip as he arched an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

“Okay ew.” Rickki interjected, “The sexual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife.” Rickki gagged.

Kevin smiled sheepishly, “My bad lil sis, I ain’t even see you there.”

Rickki laughed, “Of course you didn’t Kev. You and my sister were too busy eye-fucking each other. I just know next time I’m staying in the car.”

Kevin laughed as he pulled Rickki into a hug, “It’s good to see you, how have you been?” Kevin asked his voice hinted with concern.

“For the millionth time, I am okay Kev. I don’t blame you for what happened between Jay and I, I’m fine. I promise.”

Kevin studied her wearily, “If you say so, just gimmie the word and I’ll whoop his ass off the clock of course.”

Rickki laughed, “That won’t be needed Kev, trust he didn’t hurt me that bad.”

Voight’s loud raspy voice was distinctly heard from downstairs, signaling the group had just come back from the stake-out op.

“Ladies let me move ya’ll to the break room.” Kevin spoke wrapping his muscular arms around the ladies guiding them out of the office.

Rickki and Shonte sat in the breakroom where a pot of coffee was brewing, the smell of roasted coffee fragranced the room.

“If I knew we were going to be sitting in here like this I would’ve brought snacks.” Rickki complained, “They do not have nothing in here to eat.”

Shonte laughed at her sister as Rickki furrowed her eyebrows, “I am a starving woman, that shit is not funny.”

Shonte smiled, “You’re very dramatic. I know Kevin keeps a bag of snickers in his locker, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you take a few.”

Rickki’s frown deepened, “I cannot just wonder around the police department are you insane?”

Shonte rolled her eyes, “Girl live a little damn. You’re so damn precautious. Kev’s locker is literally by the staircase in the back. The locker room is empty, nobody will see you in there. Just a quick pop-in and out.”

Rickki pushed away from the table as she mumbled something under her breath as she exited the breakroom making a beeline for the staircase that takes her into the basement where the lockers are located.

Spotting Kevin’s name on the locker she began approaching it when she heard the creaking of another metal locker opening.

Her heart jumped, scooting to the middle aisle of the row of lockers, she let out a soft gasp.

The handsome stranger had his hand planted on either side of the locker with his head down as his back muscles flexed showcasing the cross tattoo that was inked on his back.

His back relaxed showing the full detail of the cross on his back and the other tattoo that lay perfectly on the back of his neck.

“Holy shit.” She cussed

She didn’t even know the name of the handsome stranger, yet she was ogling the man’s tattooed back.

The comment made the man look up and turn around, Rickki couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of her

Shit

The quiet man eyed her suspiciously as he took her in as well, “Can I help you?” he spoke softly, grabbing his white t-shirt out his locker and putting it on

“I-I’m sorry. I did not mean to look at you, I just came to get some snickers out of Kevin’s locker, and I got distracted by your, um art.”

The man’s lips quirked into a brief smirk as he crossed his arms across his chest, “You were looking at my art? You sure you weren’t checking me out?” The soft edge to his teasing tone made Rickki blush.

Busted.

“Okay. I was. That’s not a crime.” She spoke, “Unless you’re in a relationship then i-“

“I’m not.”

“Good.” Rickki spoke, “I mean just for the simple fact that you are single because this would have been really awkward.” Rickki rambled.

Dante’s eyes stared into her’s as if he was searching for something, her dilated pupils staring back at him.

Something inside of him was pulling him towards her and he couldn’t quite explain what it is. However, the longer Rickki stared at him the more intense that urge felt

“I’m Rickki.”

“I’m Dante. Dante Torres.” He introduced his accent slightly coming through like butter.

“Could I take you out for a drink, as an apology?” Rickki questioned.

“You know you aren’t the first woman to check me out right?” Dante questioned.

“I know that, but I’m probably one of the few who’s offered to take you out for drinks.” Rickki countered, “Feel free to say no, it’s not the first time I got rej-“

“Seven.” Dante cut her off, “I finish my shift at seven. Give me your phone.” Dante spoke.

Rickki unlocked her phone as she handed it to him.

Dante began typing his information in and he sent himself a text message to make sure he had her number.

Taking her phone back their fingers temporarily brushed against each other as a spark was ignited between the two.

Rickki cleared her throat attempting to play it off, “I would’ve texted you myself, you know?”

Dante gave her a soft smile, “I wasn’t too sure. Had to make sure I get my free drink.”

Rickki smiled warmly and wiggled her phone, “I’ll be sure to text you after you get off.”

Dante nodded at her, “I’m sure you will.”

Rickki sat at the bar as seven-thirty rolled around, she had texted Dante that they were meeting at Lucy’s. Dante approached the bar as he sat next to her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He apologized,

Rickki shook her head in understanding, “I already know how cop life is. Kevin tells me about the long hours of the job.”

Dante ordered his beer as Rickki and him sat in a comfortable silence.

“Why did you agree to come out with me for a drink?” Rickki questioned.

“I wouldn’t turn down a free beer.” Dante replied, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Rickki grinned and rolled her eyes, “Well, I thank you for coming out with me tonight. I appreciate it.”

Dante smiled slightly that she humored his poor taste of a joke, Rickki stared at her drink before glancing at Dante.

“I have a feeling you don’t go out much.”

This earned a chuckle out of Dante as he nodded, “I don’t, not much anyway, I sometimes go out with Adam and Kevin for beers here and there, but I mostly go home and spend time with my Ma.”

Rickki’s eyes were focused on Dante as she listened to him talk, his eyes seemed to brighten up at the mention of his mom which made her smile.

“Tell me about you and your ma.” Rickki inquired

Dante sipped his beer as he looked at Rickki, “You really want to hear me talk about my Ma?” Dante questioned.

Rickki nodded enthusiastically, “I do. You live with her?”

Dante nodded, “I do. I help take care of her. My ma is the most important woman to me, she helped shaped me into the man I am today. She’s one of the main reasons I became a cop. I wanted to do better by her and to better myself.”

Rickki’s eyes never wavered because it’s from Dante’s, completely opposite of how she was in the locker room, her attentiveness to him was calming and it relaxed Dante.

“I’m sure your Ma is very proud of you Dante. I know we just met but- “Rickki paused momentarily, “Don’t ever doubt that your mom isn’t proud of you, especially if you changed your life around for the better. “Rickki finished.

Dante was silent as he sipped his beer, Rickki didn’t even know him, and she was already showcasing genuine kindness to him.

“You don’t even know me.” Dante spoke as he looked over at her to his surprise Rickki was already looking at him.

“I mean... I want to. You’re tattooed, fit, and a man with a buzzcut. Not to mention fine as fuck.” Rickki spoke, “You’re the total package, but aside from that just how you spoke about your mom with such gentle kindness and bright eyes tells me you were raised right, and that in itself is the most attractive feature of all.”

Dante smiled at her, a genuine one.

“Oh, he smiles now. I think I’m making progress.” Rickki teased.

Dante chuckled as he felt his guard lower, he felt comfortable in her presence.

“You want to know more about my Ma?” Dante questioned.

Rickki nodded and smiled her eyes shining brightly, “Yes, whatever you’re comfortable sharing with me.”

Dante scooted his stool closer to Rickki’s leaning closer to her face, “Even if we’re here all night?”

Rickki smiled at him, “I got nothing but time pretty boy.”

Dante smiled at her as he sipped his beer.

The night becoming suddenly intimate between the two as Dante began recounting the memories of his childhood and how his mom preserved through all their hardships.

And the duo was there until the bar closed

Dante’s arm firmly wrapped around Rickki’s waist as Dante’s arm flexed against her, Rickki could smell his faint cologne, feeling flush against him, Dante was guiding her towards the local 24-hour diner.

Which was Dante’s treat because Rickki would not let him pay the tab for the drinks

Holding the door open for Rickki, as she detached herself from his grip had Dante itching to have her back in his grasp, but he relented as she walked through the door.

“You know you didn’t have to feed me.” Rickki spoke as they sat across from each other in a cozy nestled booth.

“I don’t like for you to pay when you’re out with me.” Dante responded, “I always pick up the tab.”

Rickki smiled as she rolled her eyes slightly, “But I invited you out remember?”

“My intention wasn’t to have you pay.” Dante spoke, “My mom would beat me if she found out I went out on a date and my date paid.”

Rickki cheesed as she ducked her head down into the menu, “Mmm.. Who said this was a date?”

Dante chuckled, “I did.”

“Oh, dominant, are we? I like that.” Rickki grinned at him.

The diner was relatively quiet, truckers mostly occupied the space, roasted coffee and the waft of sweet syrup filled the dinner.

Dante smiled as he studied Rickki, her eyes skimming the menu, “Do you know what you want?”

“I don’t, you should order for me.” Rickki spoke as she closed the menu.

Dante nodded as he got out from the booth, walking over to the counter he placed their order and returned promptly to his seat.

“So tell me about you, Rickki.”

Rickki drummed her fingers on the table, “I have a dog named Lyla. That girl is the light of my life.” Rickki spoke.

Tapping on her phone screen, she lifted up her phone and showed Dante an all white dog with deep blue eyes, Rickki had her arm snug around her as they smiled brightly into the camera

The photo made Dante smile, “She’s a beautiful lady.”

Rickki grinned, “She is. I traveled state lines for her two years ago. I’d do it all over again.”

Dante nodded as Rickki seemed hesitant to continue speaking, Dante instinctively reached across the table and grabbed her hand rubbing her knuckles lovingly.

“Keep talking, I love hearing you talk.”

Rickki looked taken aback as she curled her fingers, grasping Dante’s hand

Dante offered her a smile, “I’m serious.”

Rickki smiled as she tightened her grip on his hand

“Lyla has gotten me through some tough times in my life the past two years, I don’t know what I would do without her.” Rickki spoke

Dante nodded as he watched her, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Rickki nibbled her bottom lip, “Well I-“

“Two bacon cheeseburgers with the house special cream soda?” The waitress asked unknowingly cutting Rickki off

Rickki looked over at Dante as he nodded at the waitress, “Yeah, this is ours.”

The waitress smiled warmly as she sat food on the table, “You two enjoy your food.”

With a wink the waitress went back to servicing other tables

Rickki smiled looking at the food, “This looks amazing.”

Dante smiled, noting to himself to remind her to pick up where she left off.

Or so he thought he would.

Dante did not know how the hell he ended up in this situation, but he certainly was not complaining.

It started with the innocent small touches, hand caresses, and hip grabs throughout their conversations from the diner to the car, then creeped up to small kisses that escalated to full blown make out sessions in the elevator of her apartment building.

That now lead to Dante being in Rickki’s apartment in between her legs feasting on what she had to offer.

She was so sweet and so addicting, her moans had Dante on edge.

Fuck

Rickki’s hand was placed on the back of Dante’s neck as she moaned out, “Fuuck..”

Dante groaned as he momentarily pulled away from her paradise eager to go back inside.

“You taste so fucking good baby.” Dante rasped out; his eyes dark as he flicked his tongue against her clit which made Rickki shiver.

Sucking her clit back into his mouth made Rickki arch her back off the bed as broken sobs seeped from her lips.

“Dante I’m cumming!” Rickki exclaimed.

Dante looked up at her as he continued to ravish her, he wanted to watch her fall apart on his tongue.

Rickki cried out as her orgasm overcame her.

“So pretty...” Dante praised as he continued to lick and suck her through her orgasm.

“Baby..” She cried out, “It’s too much.”

Dante heard her plea as he decided to spare her for now, he began kissing up her stomach to her breast swirling his tongue around her brown nipple.

Rickki moaned out, she felt her body was on fire, everywhere Dante kissed or sucked on she felt that her body was on the brink of an orgasm.

This man was going to drive her insane

Kissing up from her breast, Dante hovered over Rickki’s face pecking her lips briefly, "You're so beautiful."

Rickki pulled Dante down and kissed him, feeling Dante’s erection rub up against her inner thigh, made her moan.

He felt so thick and heavy, the thought of him being inside of her made shivers go down her spine.

Dante’s dick twitched up against her thigh as Rickki sucked on his tongue earning a moan from Dante, and he parted their lips momentarily,

“Quiero ser tuyo..” (I want to be yours.) Dante rasped out his eyes staring into Rickki’s, “It mean-“

“Quiero que me hagas tuyo” (I want you to make me yours) Rickki responded, pecking his lips lightly.

Dante kissed her deeply as he spread her legs wide, pulling away from her momentarily he discarded his boxers, letting his dick spring free, erect, and dripping with precum.

Rickki looked at the thick muscle as she propped herself up on her elbows, “Shit..” Her eyes never swaying from in between Dante’s legs

Until he cupped her face making her look at him, his green eyes were darkened with lust but also with a hint of admiration

“You want me, Princess?” Dante questioned

Rickki nodded, “Yes, Dante please.”

Dante kissed Rickki once more as he gently pushed her on her back, lining up his dick between her slick folds, pushing inside of her the couple moaned in unison.

Rickki’s hands gripped the sheets as Dante’s hips began creating a slow pace, having a strong grip on the back of her thighs.

“Faster...” Rickki moaned out lowly.

Dante increased his speed as Rickki let out a loud moan earning a grin from the male, he watched as Rickki surrendered to the pleasure.

“Feels good mama?” Dante groaned out as he slammed into her.

Mmm-Fuck!” Rickki moaned out

Stilling his hips slowly, Rickki’s eyes popped opened looking at her lover

“Dante..” She whined out

His fingers teasing her clit, “I asked you a questioned Princess, I’d like an answer.”

Rickki’s mouth fell agape as Dante angled his hips stroking her sweet spot

“Answer me or I’m pulling out.” Dante demanded

“No!” She cried out, “It feels so good.”

Dante smiled as he leaned down and kissed her, “Good girl..”

Dante increased his pace once again as he began kissing her as he fucked her into the mattress. The pleasure was too much as Rickki’s muscle tightened around his dick

“Dante..” She moaned, “I-I..”

Dante pressed his lips against Rickki’s silencing her plea

“Just let it happen baby.” Dante mumbled into her lips, “Fall apart f’me.”

Rickki’s nails dug into his back as she felt his muscles tighten beneath her fingers tips as she cummed around his thick muscle

Fucking her through her orgasm as the kiss became sloppy, Dante’s hips stuttered as he felt his own orgasm approaching

“Fuck Dante, just like that..” She rasped out as tears filled her vision

“Fuuck..” Dante groaned out as he cummed inside of Rickki

Collapsing on top of Rickki, her hand rubbed the back of his neck as he peppered her chest and neck with kisses

The two cuddled in a comfortable silence as Dante looked up at her, “I want to see you again, take you out on a proper date.” Dante spoke

Rickki grinned at him, “I think we hit all the bases tonight, didn’t we?” she teased

Dante playfully rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

Rickki smiled at him, “I know, and I’d like to go out on another date with you.”

Dante smiled as he leaned up and kissed her once more, “But in the meantime..” he trailed off as his dick began twitching inside of her, “I think you need another round or two, just to make sure I convinced you good enough.”

Rickki let out a laugh as she kissed him, “I think so too..”

This was going to be Dante and Rickki’s little secret.

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