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que malo (part 4) || oscar diaz

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Summary: Reader cheats on her boyfriend with Oscar. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Warnings: Cheating, smut (dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral sex) abusive/manipulative relationship. Proceed with caution.

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: Part 4, what what!! So I went overboard I’m sorry, I’m a dirty sinning whore and I couldn’t stop typing lmao. Tbh i have no idea what i’m doing half the time but you guys keep me going and i love you all thnx. Enjoy!

part 1 part 2 part 3

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You got a fetish for my love I push you out and you come right back

Don’t see a point in blaming you

If I were you, I’d do me too

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After you had agreed to the ride, Oscar led the both of you over to where his car was parked, a hand on your lower back as you walked. You couldn’t miss the cherry red impala. No one could. Everyone immediately associated it with Oscar.

The Santo opened up the passenger side door and you climbed into the vehicle, feeling a sense of calm falling over you, like that was where you belonged - But it wasn’t good and you knew it wasn’t. Whatever you had going on between the two of you, you need to stop it. End it then and there.

After you had gotten situated, Oscar closed the door and walked over to his side, opening the door and climbing in. He started the car and soon, you were pulling out of the carnival parking lot, driving down the damn near empty streets of Freeridge. Neither of you said anything - you because you didn’t trust your voice enough to say anything without bursting into tears, and Oscar didn’t want to explode on you when his anger was still very there. But he knew he could never stay mad at you. He just couldn’t.

It was about halfway into the drive that you realized you weren’t heading in the direction of your home. The opposite actually.

“Where are we going?” You finally asked Oscar, turning your head to look over at him. And your heart leaped in your chest - he just looked so handsome. The streetlights reflecting on him, casting this orange glow. He looked almost ethereal.

“Somewhere.” Was what he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, where is somewhere? I wanna go home.” You said back to him.

“You’ll go home. After we talk.” After that, you didn’t respond to him. You just tilted your head to the side and rested it on the window, looking out at all the passing houses and buildings. The drive only lasted for another a few more minutes before the car pulled into an empty parking space at an abandoned parked. There was only one or two street lamps working so you were shrouded in a bit of darkness. There wasn’t a single car or person in sight, you and Oscar the only ones there.

“What are we doing here, Oscar?” You asked, turning to look over at him. He turned the car engine off and set his keys in one of the cup holders, turning so that he was looking over at you as well. He removed his own seat belt but you stayed sitting exactly where you were, not moving or doing anything but looking at him.

“I told you that I wanted to talk to you.” Oscar said, voice deep and husky. Looking at you, he felt his anger subsiding. But his anger was replaced with hurt that you had ignored him for two weeks. Oscar was a prideful man - he wasn’t used to talking about his emotions but yeah, it hurt that you had ignored him. It left him with so many unanswered questions, so many thoughts in his mind. “Why’d you ignore me?” He asked.

“Oscar.. are you seriously asking me that?” You asked, incredulous. “What do you mean ‘why’? I cheated on my boyfriend with you! Not one, not twice but multiple times! I cheated on my boyfriend!” You exclaimed, feeling a fresh wave of tears wetting your bottom lash line. “I cheated on my boyfriend with you and I feel guilty because.. because I fucked up, okay? I..” You sighed, shaking your head.

“Mamas, your boyfriend treats you like shit. Look at the shit he pulled tonight! He fucking pushed you in front of everybody. What does he do when nobody’s around?” Now that really got Oscar wondering - had Carlos ever taken it too far? Had he ever hit you behind closed doors? Ooh, the thought of it just got his blood boiling hotter then oil cooking on the stove.

“But that’s not an excuse for what I did. For what we did. I.. He was just drunk tonight, Oscar. He was drunk and he said and did some dumb shit.” You said, coming up with that weak excuse to try and cover for what Carlos had done. Anything to try and make him seem less terrible, to try and almost villainize yourself for what you did, something to try and shake the guilt that you felt for not feeling bad about what you did but more so that you wanted it again.

Oscar stared at you for a few seconds without saying anything, his brows furrowed and his mouth set into a thin. He really couldn’t believe the words that he was hearing come out of your mouth. You were defending Carlos, trying to make him seem good even after the shit he had done and said to you? After making you cry for another time? “You’re kidding, right? I don’t give a fuck if he was shit faced drunk, that ain’t an excuse to act the way that he did. This ain’t even the first time he’s acted like that with you, Y/N.”

“Whatever, Oscar. I-It.. it doesn’t change the fact that I’m dating him. It doesn’t change the fact that we can’t do that anymore. Never again. I can’t.. I can’t be your friend anymore. I can’t be around you..” You said even though it broke your heart. Oscar’s face broke your heart even more. That hard look dropped real fast and it was replaced with something almost vulnerable, something shining in his eyes that had you regretting every word you just said to him.

“Just like that? You’re telling me that all those days and nights we spent together meant nothing?” He asked. “I asked you once and I’ll ask you again - are you happy with Carlos?”

“Oscar..” You breathed out, shaking your head.

“Answer me, Y/N. Are you happy with him? Are you really happy with him?” You buried your face in your hands, still shaking your head. The hot tears came rolling down your cheeks.

“Baby..” You heard Oscar say, voice considerably softer and gentler. You felt some movement, the car shaking slightly, as he leaned over to you to unbuckle the seatbelt. Then you felt his strong arms pulling your body close to his own, pulling you until you were practically sitting on his lap. “Y/N, look at me..” He said, voice soft.

“No. No, okay? You don’t fucking get it, Oscar. I feel guilty not because of what I did to Carlos but because I fucking miss you, okay?” You revealed, your broken voice hitting him deep in the chest. You removed your hands from your face, your tears wetting your cheeks as they fell from your eyes. “I fucking miss you and I know that I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t feel what I feel but I can’t help it. And I also don’t want to hurt Carlos.. I..” You shook your head, a broken sob escaping your lips.

Oscar cupped your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away your tears. “He doesn’t deserve you. He’s a fucking bitch. I ain’t saying that just because I don’t like him, I’m saying that because no man, no real man, would ever put his hands on his girl. He treats you like shit, Y/N. I just wanna show you how you’re supposed to be treated. Baby girl, you got me feeling shit I ain’t feel in a long time. You got me feeling like a little ass kid again. You got me feelin’ like Cesar when it comes to Monse’s bad attitude having ass.” He chuckled and you did too, your teary eyes meeting him.

It was at that moment, him holding you close to him, wiping your tears away, looking into to your eyes, that you realized just how much you truly missed him. Just how much you couldn’t and didn’t want to stay away from him. Your resolve was crumbling once again and you didn’t care.

“I wanna be with you, mamita.” He said, and your heart fluttered.

“You do? Even after this shit with me ignoring you?” You asked, and he nodded, licking his lips. “But.. But what about Carlos? Oscar.. I know he’s not good for me. I.. I don’t love him anymore. At first, yeah. I fucking loved him with my entire heart but one day I just woke up and that love was gone but.. I don’t know how to let go.. and he scares me.” You admitted. Oscar clenched his jaw, hearing you admit that you were actually scared of him. That barely concealed anger that he had just managed to curb aside was starting to come out again.

“He ever hit you?” He asked, voice gruff and deep. You could see the anger brewing in his eyes, you could see it written all in his body language. The way he tensed up, the way he spoke. You shook your head.

“No, but.. when he drinks, he gets all crazy. And then he comes back apologizing and saying he’ll make up for what he said or did. But.. He’s a Santo. He claimed me. Oscar if he finds out about this, about us..” He’ll kill me, is what was on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t bring yourself to say.

“He ain’t gonna do shit, alright? I don’t give a fuck if he’s a Santo, I don’t give a shit if he claimed you. That claim was dropped as soon as he disrespected you. You’re mine now.” Those all too familiar tingles fluttered all throughout your body, straight down to your core and you felt your panties begin to dampen.

“I’m yours?” You asked.

“Yup. All mine. I don’t give a shit about Carlos. He ain’t important. You don’t gotta worry about him. I already showed you what it’s like to be dicked down by a real man,” More tingles as his dark eyes traveled down your body, as he pulled you closer to him until you were chest to chest. “Now, I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be loved by a real man.”

“Love? Is that what this is?” You asked, your hands coming to rest on his chest.

“It could be. If you give me a chance.”

“Then I’d be a whore who cheats on her boyfriend.” You said.

“You’d be my whore.” You laughed, actually laughed.

“Wow. Spooky has a way with words. Who would’ve thought?” He laughed along with you, that smile that tugged on your heartstrings.

“I’m serious though.” Oscar said, his face turning serious once more, his eyes looking right into your own. “Give me - give us a chance, baby.” The way he said baby had you melting like an ice cream on a hot summer’s day. You knew it was too late now - you were too far gone. Once you said yes or no, there was no taking it back.

You’d either end things for good or you’d start a whirlwind romance. Follow your head or your heart?

“If we do this, Oscar, we have to keep things quiet. At least until I figure out a way to end shit with Carlos or something. Until it all blows over. Screwing me would give you street cred. It’d make you look cool. But if people knew that I was fucking around with you while still having a boyfriend, it’d make me a whore. It’d make me easy. It wouldn’t matter if my relationship with Carlos was falling apart, I’d be a slut.”

“Hey, we’ll figure something out, alright? If I gotta keep us a secret for a while in order to be with you, then I can do that. But just say yes. Say you’ll give it a chance.” Oscar said. You bit your bottom lip, taking it between your teeth. For a few seconds there wasn’t a sound heard in that car other than your breathing. Oscar stared at you as he waited for you answer. But for you it was a no brainer.

“Okay. Yes.” Within seconds, Oscar’s lips were on yours, kissing you as if he was making up for the lost time in the two weeks that you didn’t see each other. And you kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm. Kissing him as if your life depended on it. You kissed him as if it was the last time you’d ever kiss him. But now, you’d both agreed it wouldn’t be the last time.

Oscar wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. It was a bit of a tight fit between him and steering wheel, but it allowed you to press your chest against his, rubbing all up on him, your body on fire with want and desire.

“Fuck Y/N,” He breathed, lips ghosting over yours. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and gently tugged on it. You moaned softly, starting to very subtly move your hips against his. “I missed you. I missed your lips.” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “I missed your body.” He ran his hands down your waist, to your hips. He caressed the smooth skin of your legs, the material of the outfit that you wore riding up to reveal a bit more of your thighs. Oscar teased you, rubbing and caressing your skin until you had goosebumps. Then they settled on your ass where he squeezed, allowing you to move faster and a little harder against him. The thing fabric of your panties were rubbing up against his pants and it had you desperate for more, more of that delicious friction. “I missed this ass..” His voice grew deeper, most lustful. “I missed that tight pussy.”

As Oscar said those words, he suddenly lifted his hips up slightly to meet yours and you moaned at the sudden action, feeling his cock hardening by the second underneath you.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about that, huh?” You asked, starting to grind against him a little harder, grinding your clothed pussy against his hardening cock. The car had even started shaking just a little bit. “I missed you too, you know.” You said to him, breathlessly. You leaned down, your mouth just barely grazing his ear. “I missed the way you fuck me. I missed feeling you inside me..”

Fuck. Jesus Christ, Oscar was in deep and nothing was gonna pull him out. Nothing or no one had him feeling the way he was feeling over you. Your words, your body, your smile and that breathless little giggle. The tears that had once wet your cheeks and blurred your vision were gone. Replaced with that little sparkle he loved so much, replaced with lust and desire, a little devilish glint.

“Mi diablita.”

“Mi Santo.”

Your lips met again in a feverish kiss, your tongues moving together in such perfect sync. His large hands moved underneath your skit where he felt at the flimsy panties that were covering your body. He pulled at the material, letting it snapback against your skin and you giggled. “We’re back here again, papito. You did that in the bathroom at your house, te recuerdas?” You asked as you pulled away from some air. One of his hands snaked from where it sat rested on your ass to your front, moving between your heated thigh, feverish, shaking with anticipation.

“Yup. I also remember taking them off and fucking you so good up against that counter..” Oscar said. His fingers ghosted over your soaked core, earning a small gasp from you. “I remember making you this wet without even touching you yet. Without even doing anything… always so ready for me.. He can’t do it like me.”

“That may be true,” You swatted his hand away as he tried removing your panties. “But you know what? It’s my turn to make you feel good.” You leaned in and pressed a sensual, seductive kiss to his soft, plump lips before climbing off of his lap. Oscar watched you with hooded eyes as you stayed on your hands on knees, leaning over him, over his jeans. There was a prominent tent, his cock desperate to be free; that deep burning desire grew in the pit of his stomach. He gulped as you caressed his strong thighs through the fabric of his clothing, teasing him. You kept looking at him with that devilish little glint in your eyes, one perfectly manicured nail ghosting over the prominent bulge.

“It’s your turn, huh? Well let’s see then, mamita.” Oscar said. Your hands worked on unbuckling his belt, popping the button and then unzipping the zipper. You pulled his pants down slightly and Oscar helped you. Now, the only thing keeping you from your prize were his boxers. Pushing your hair to one side of your head so he had a good view of your face, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his clothed cock, kissing the tip ever so softly. Oscar hissed, desperate for more.

“You like that?” You asked. Oscar gave you a lopsided little smirk. He reached a hand out, his thumb rubbing over your lips, your lipstick slightly smeared because of the kiss. He was sure he had some on his own lips but he didn’t care. Shit, he didn’t care.

“I think you could do better than that.” So with that challenge in mind, you helped Oscar in pulling down his boxers, his hard length springing free from it’s confines. You littered slow kisses across his pelvis until, finally, you reached the base of his throbbing length. Your tongue flattened against the veiny underside, licking upwards with controlled technique, one hand lifting up to cup his balls in your curved palm. Oscar swore that he was in heaven.

Throaty groans rumbled deep in his chest, his body simply growing more and more hot with your blossoming teasing. At that very moment, you looked up and your eyes intertwined in a fiery faze. Had the flames between them burst any hotter, the entire fucking car would’ve been scorched. “Damn, mamas.” Oscar smirked, reaching out and tangling his fingers in your hair, lightly tugging on the locks.

Your tongue moistened your rosy lips, with which you softly kissed his swollen tip. You felt Oscar’s thigh muscles tense, saw a quick spasm that sent your thoughts positively racing, that had your panties soaked to the brim. You were getting him worked up; it was obviously from his clenched jaw, his chest sighs, the tightening of his fingers in your hair. Then, and only then, did you finally take his broad length into your mouth, lowering your lips until they touched his base.

You took him deeper, deeper and deeper still, feeling his pre-cum smeared tip tickle the back of your throat.

Simmering heat sparked bright vigorous in Oscar’s abdomen. A beautiful sensation that he found only you could ignite with him. He’d been with other women before. He’d even dipped to Vegas with some hyna named Leti for a weekend of drinking, casinos and sex. He’d thought that had been great but this.. with you? Nothing could even compare. Nothing. No one could ever leave such a scorching trail of fire with every fleeting touch like you. You.. you were amazing. You were far too good for Carlos. Far too good for Oscar himself. Yet, there you were, with him; you wanted to be with him. What he felt for you, you felt the same. Oscar considered himself fucking lucky. It was complicated, but the one thing you both knew was that you wanted each other.

Throwing his head back, Oscar’s eyes scrunched up with the beginnings of that endless bliss you brought upon. His reactions engulfed your body in delicious tingles. With your mouth hard at work, you moved one hand down your body and hitched your skirt up, the material bunching around your ass. You pushed your panties down slightly, as best you could and touched yourself, parting your folds, rubbing your clit. God.. the things Oscar made you feel and do. Maybe it was too soon to say you loved him but you knew.. you could feel it in your heart that that’s where it was headed. No man had ever had you completely entranced the way he did. You didn’t care if it was good or bad anymore. All you cared about was him. Many would see sexual actions as meaningless and maybe at the beginnings, maybe it was just all about the sex and feelings good but now? Now, you were showing him just how much he meant to you, how much you adored him, how much you desired to devote yourself to him. That thought was what spurred you on, kept you going.

You had developed a steady rhythm, your soft moans sending vibrations through his cock that had him damn near finishing right then and there. Your head bobbed up and down, your cheeks hollowing out around him, pulling back to suck hard on his tip, all the while Oscar guided your head exactly where he wanted you to be.

“Just like that, baby.. just like that.. fuck..” He spoke, voice deep. “Look at you, mi diablita. Taking that dick like a champ.” Your mouth was pure magic. The pleasured expression etched upon his face spoke wonders.

Minutes passed. The atmosphere in that car grew thicker. Your jaw had begun aching from accommodating his size, but it served to do nothing but turn you on even more, your fingers working even more deftly against your sopping folds. Your own belly clenched the way your lover’s had as well. You moaned around his cock. The taste of him.. it was delicious, maddening. You found that you loved to pleasure him this way - watching him come undone at nothing but your expert movements, watching the way he through his head back, the way his Adam’s apple moved as he gulped. Hearing him moan and groan freely; you loved it. The inside of your mouth salivated at the very thought of him releasing upon your tongue, but Oscar had other ideas.

As good as your mouth felt, he wasn’t about to cum like this. He wasn’t about to was it his time with you. He wanted to show you how much he missed you now.

“Stop. Come here, bebe.” Oscar stopped your action, gently tugging on your hair to get you off of his cock. He pulled you up, his actions slightly frantic, desire clouding his every move and every action. “I need to be inside of you. Now.” He said. He pulled your panties all the way down your legs and you kicked them off. The rest of your clothes quickly followed. Once you were naked, he grabbed you and hauled you onto his lap. You moaned out as you felt his hard cock rubbing against your thigh, dangerously close to where you needed him the most.

With your eyes locked on one another, Oscar leaned in and peppered your chest with kisses, nipping and sucking on your soft skin ever so softly. Your nipples grew hard at his actions, at the way he was making you feel. While his mouth loved on your chest, one of his hands slithered down your body and between your thighs. Now without your panties in the way, he rubbed at your soaked pussy, eyes turning even more mischievous, more dangerous. His expert fingers explored, touched you here and there, rubbed your clit, and when he was convinced you couldn’t take the teasing anymore, he pulled his hand back and brought it up to his mouth. Still looking deep into your eyes, he placed his fingers inside his mouth and sucked them clean, licking them clean of your delicious arousal.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you tonight, mamas.” Another tingle, another jolt, more chills. You couldn’t stop the grinding against his hard cock, desperate for the pleasure, for the relief.

“Then do it.”

Gripping his cock in his cock, Oscar lined himself up to your entrance and you gripped his shoulders as you slowly sank down on him, your walls welcoming him. It was a tight fit, just like it always was, and that stretch was so delicious, so heart stopping, so fucking.. good. The both of you held your breaths, Oscar’s hands holding your hips so tightly, your hands holding onto him so tightly, as you slowly sank all the way down, taking him in deep.

“Oh my.. Oscar..” You finally breathed out when he buried to the hilt, touching that deep spot inside of you that no one but him could seem to do.

“You good?” He asked you, giving your hip a small pat. You nodded your head and gave yourself a few seconds to adjust before moving. You picked yourself up, sliding him almost completely out of you before moving back down, taking him all the way in again. You couldn’t this for a while, your pace never increasing - you were teasing him and he knew it too. But he’d let you have your little fun - how could he put a stop to it when you looked as good as you did doing it?

“You feel so fucking good inside of me, Os..” You whined, your voice soft and dulcet, a moan following after that. “God, I missed this. I missed you.”

“Yeah? What’d you miss? Tell me, Y/N.” Oscar’s hand went up to your hair where he intertwined his fingers into your locks. Suddenly, he pulled your head back, exposing your neck and chest completely. You moaned out loud, grinding against him now with him still buried deep inside you. He started licking and sucking at your neck first, your throat.

“F-Fuck.. I.. I missed the way you fuck me. I missed.. god I missed this, feeling you deep inside me..” You words trailed off as his lips trailed from your neck and down to your chest where he did the same; licking and sucking all around until he reached one of your breasts.

“Am I better than him?” His mouth enveloped your nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardening pink bud, gently taking it between his teeth. Oscar knew he was better than Carlos, he just needed to hear you say it. He wanted to know it, he wanted hear the words come from your mouth. You cried out, your hips moving with a more quickened pace now. Your clit was rubbing up against him and it felt all sorts of delicious, all sorts of pleasurable. Your walls contracted around him, squeezing him so tightly he faltered for a few seconds.

“Yes yes yes..” You chanted. Nothing but curse words, his name and ‘Yes’ were leaving your lips.

“Yes what, baby girl?”

“Y-Yes.. You’re so much better than him. So much better, holy shit. Only you can make me, make my pussy, feel this good..” You moaned out, fingers clutching at his shoulders. “You’re better than him, papi.”

Maybe it was the fact that you were still going slow, maybe it was hearing you tell him how much better you were than Carlos, or maybe it was hearing you call him papi; something inside Oscar snapped. He couldn’t go slow anymore. You’d had your fun with him, you’d teased him, tasted him, showed him how much you missed him. But now? Now it was his turn.

With Oscar still buried deep inside you, he turned your bodies, lifting you up and laying you down on the red, leather seats. Your legs were parted, welcoming him between your thighs as if he belonged there. He fit perfectly. Like your missing puzzle piece. He quickly removed his shirt and set it down at the bottom of the seats along with your clothes and then he leaned down, leaning his body over yours.

That Santos cross chain that Oscar always had on dangled right in front of your face, so you reached a hand up and wrapped your fingers around it, using it to pull him even further down, even closer to you.

“Are you sure you’re a Santo? Or are you a diablo too?” You asked breathlessly. Oscar gave you that panty dropping smirk, his dimples on full display. He ducked his head down and kissed your lips. Soft and slow. That was when he started moving. As opposed to your slow grinding against him, Oscar really wasted no time in jack hammering in and out of you.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, nena.” He said, voice coming out breathless, in pants. You let out a porn worthy moan, hand wrapped so tightly around that chain that your skin had started turning pale white. The impala had started shaking with the movements, the windows fogging up from the sheer heat inside the vehicle, and you were trying to conceal your moans - you’d never had sex in a car before and even though there was no one around, at least you didn’t think there was anyone around, you didn’t want to risk it. But now, with the way Oscar was working your body, the way he cock was sliding so deliciously in and out of your wet pussy, you were finding it hard to do.

One of Oscar’s hands that had been holding him up wrapped around your own around the chain. “Don’t do that. Don’t hold back on me now. Let me hear you mamas.” If there was anything he loved than it was hearing you and those melodic moans and cries. Not only because you sounded hot as fuck but because he was the one making you feel good, he was the one causing those sounds. He wanted to hear it, he wanted to know how good you felt.

Letting go of your hands, his hand traveled back down to your chest were he played with your breasts, kneading and massaging, watching with lustful eyes as they bounced with every thrust. He pinched your nipples, tugging gently.

You stopped trying to hide your moans, you couldn’t do it anyways. You cried out, you moaned, you begged and pleaded for more.

“Don’t stop. Oh god don’t stop, Oscar. That feels so good..” “I’m so wet, only you make me this wet..” “Your cock is so big, holy shit you’re so deep.” Were among some of the many obscenities you cried out at your Santo. The sounds that small space were utterly obscene. Your moans, his groans, the sound of skin slapping against skin. So obscene but so heavenly to the both of you.

This might’ve seemed like a senseless act of fucking in his car but to you, it had so much more meaning. This was your first time having sex together after you both agreed to take it to the next level. After you both agreed to be together. And knowing that, it somehow made it all the more better.

“Yeah? You like that, mamas? You like the way I fuck your tight little pussy?” “Look at you, taking my cock so good. So fuckin’ deep.” “This pussy is all mines.” Oscar had worked up a sweat, and he was sure that by the time you two were done, the seats in his car would be ruined but he didn’t car. Not when you looked so angelic yet so sinful underneath him, clenching that cross chain for dear life, looking up at him with those ‘fuck me and don’t stop’ eyes, your plump lips parted with every moan and cry you let out. Gruff groans and moans bounced across every inch of that car. His fingers clenched, his mouth hung open, spewing nothing but erotic profanity.

“Shit, Y/N. Just like that. Keep moving your hips just like that. It’s so fucking good.. You’re taking my cock so deep. Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.” Your moans, that way you were clenching around him, it seemed that every single movement, action and noise brought him closer and closer to that release, and he wasn’t gonna stop until you got there too.

“I’m.. Papito, I’m gonna.. sh-shit, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, I c-can’t.” You moans and words were broken, choppy from the delicious yet devious acts happening to your body. That tightly wound coil was unfurling and you were getting closer and closer by the millisecond. Your hips were moving just as fervently as his were, meeting every jerk and thrust.

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over my dick?” Oscar was looking at you with an intensity in his eyes that just pushed you ever further towards the edge of bliss. You nodded.

“Yes yes yes, I can’t.. I need too..”

“Go ahead, princesa. Cum.”

“Shit.. Oscar..!” Your hips stopped moving, your body seized, your slick thighs convulsed as your orgasm hit you impossibly stronger than the first one you’d ever had at the hand of Oscar in that bathroom. Stronger than the second one. You gushed all over his length, all over his seats and he could do nothing but watched, feel as you squeezing him so impossibly tight, as tight as a vice. Your tight walls spasmed around him, contracted around him and he couldn’t push his own orgasm down any longer, couldn’t fight that deep burning in the pit of his belly.

Oscar’s hips faltered, stuttered and finally came to a stop. He cried out, not bothering to conceal the moan that slipped past his lips. “Fuck, Y/N!” Every other memory slipped from his mind. Everything went hazy, the only thing he could possibly think about was you as his warm load painted your walls white, as you milked him for everything he was worth, getting every single last drop inside before he could even think of pulling out. And when he did, you shivered, jumping slightly at the sensation, laying there with your legs spread wide open as you tried controlling your fast breathing, as you tried to calm your racing heart. Oscar sat back, his back resting against the driver’s side door.

Oscar’s eyes were locked on your swollen, glistening pussy as his cum began to drip out of you. It felt past your asscheeks, onto his leather seats. You both looked up at each other at the same time and he gave you a breathless little grin.

“You made a mess mamas. You have to clean it up.” You scoffed, raising a shaky arm to gently smack him.

“Fuck off, bitch. This is your car, you clean it up.” The tattooed Santo gave a small chuckle then nodded over to the glove compartment.

“I got some napkins in there.” You reached over and opened it. You pulled out some napkins and handed them over to him. But something else caught your attention. It was a gun.

“Jesus,” You reached inside and pulled it out, holding it in your hands. It was cold and heavy. “You know how to shoot right?” You asked. “I mean of course you do.” You answered that question yourself. The moment that you had met Oscar, you knew what that teardrop tattoo was, what it meant. You weren’t dumb, you weren’t stupid or naive. He was in a gang. You knew he had a kill under his belt, and while it would’ve scared some people away, you found that it didn’t scare you away. Maybe the life scared you a little bit, all the rivalries, all the different gangs, the danger.. but.. with Oscar, you never felt more safer. “Can you teach me how to shoot?”

Armed with napkins, Oscar began cleaning up the mess he’d made between your thighs first, working softly, gently. “Why you wanna learn how to shoot?” He asked you. When your thighs were all clean, or as clean as they could be, you sat up, still holding the gun in your hands. You shrugged.

“I’ve always wanted to learn. But whenever I tried getting Carlos to teach me, he always said that girls shouldn’t do that shit. That it was only for men. I don’t know.. maybe it’s dumb.” You put the gun back in the glove compartment and closed it. It was then that you noticed that you had made a mess on Oscar’s seats and you felt your face growing red with embarrassment. “Shit, I did make a mess. I’m sorry. Here, I’ll clean it.” You reached over to take some napkins from Oscar and began cleaning up the mess. It had sent your mind racing to a time where you had accidentally spilled a drink in Carlos’ car and he had gotten so upset with you. It didn’t matter to him that it was just water, he was pissed.

You felt Oscar reach out, hooking an arm around your waist and stopping you by pulling you to him. He held you close, your chests pressing together again. “I was just fuckin’ around about you cleaning it, mamas. Don’t worry.” He said, leaning in to kiss you. “And if you really wanna learn how to shoot, I’ll teach you.” He said, and you smile that sweet little smile at him that his heart racing. “You’re serious about this, right?”

“Shooting a gun? I mean, yeah, I guess-“

“No, I mean this. Us. We’re really gonna do this?” You rolled your eyes playfully, giving him a soft push.

“Was me sucking your dick and having sex with you not clear enough?” You cupped his cheeks in your hands, just like he’d done to you multiple times. Your thumb caressed over that tear top tattoo that contrasted so well against his tan skin. “Oscar, I’m serious about this. Me and you. I wanna be with you. I want.. to be your girlfriend. I know shit’s complicated because of Carlos but.. we’ll figure something out, right?” You asked, your thumb still caressing over his tattoo.

“Claro que si. Now that I got you, I ain’t planning on letting you go that easily. That puto’s loss is my gain.” Your heart leaped, your eyes sparkled. “I care about you.” He spoke after a moment of hesitation. You could see it in his eyes that he was struggling a bit, that he wasn’t used to being this open. “A lot. I don’t ever wanna see you be disrespected like that again. I won’t ever disrespect you like that. Not while I’m living and breathing. I’m your Santo. Y tu eres mi mujer.” Oscar kissed you. It wasn’t heated. It wasn’t sensual. It was rushed or breathless or full of moaning. It was simple and sweet and so so amazing. Who knew a simple little kiss like that could have your heart racing so much?

“Ahora, put your clothes on. Naked ass.” Oscar slapped your ass and you laughed, pulling away from him to get dressed. You tossed his clothes over to him as well.

“You too. With your fucking soft gummy worm looking ass dick.” Oscar scoffed, reaching and pushing your head.

“Callate, mensa. This soft gummy worm looking ass dick was all up in them guts right now.” You were still laughing as you got dressed, that smile of your lighting up every single spot on your face. Your eyes were sparkling, you were glowing. You were happy. So incredibly happy.

Little did you know that shit was about to get real complicated.

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Holaaa, omg I love your writing an was wondering if I could request a spooky Diaz imagine? 175 & 185 from your prompt list. Female reader, thank you so much xx

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x Reader

Rating: TV-14

Warnings: Implied smut, nudes, nsfw-ish writing

175. “You saved my nudes?!”

185. “This ass? Belongs to me”

sorry this took so long…

Oscar scrolled mindlessly through his phone, reading various things he probably wasn’t going to remember in a couple minutes, as he waited for you to come back to his place. He was bored and not in a very good mood, he hadn’t seen you in hours and weren’t replying to his texts.

You’d blown him off to hang out with some of your friends, which made jealous boil furiously inside him. It was bad enough that you had canceled plans on him, but you were hanging out with some stupid putas he didn’t even like. He didn’t want to be that boyfriend, and he didn’t want to seem clingy, but he just wanted to spend time with his princesa.

Suddenly a vibration and a soft bell alert snapped him out of his senses. He kissed his teeth. About fucking time. He opened his messages, tapping on what you had just sent him before opening his mouth slightly surprised.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, almost inaudibly. His heart paused for a second before resuming at a starter pace. He felt a tightness in his pants from looking at the absolute sin that graced his phone screen.

It was a full-length mirror picture of you posing in a new lingerie. Oscar rolled his eyes at the smirk that spread on your features. The lingerie was wine red and didn’t leave much to the imagination, which he prefers, it must’ve been a size too small for you because your breasts were bulging out of the cups, barely covered by the thin material.

“God, baby…” Oscar groaned, placing his hands on his groin area, touching himself. His mind wondering to unpure thoughts.

You were such a fucking tease, an absolutely stunning fucking tease.

Another alert rang on his phone to show another picture of you in a different lingerie. This set was pure black and very laced. The straps of the lingerie fell down your shoulders. He zoomed in to your chest, seeing how the lingerie made your breasts even sexier, he was almost certain he could see the outline of your erect nipples.

You were giving him an innocent look, but he knew you were the exact opposite. You knew what you were doing to him, and he knew you were enjoying every passing second.

Oscar shuffled uncomfortably on the edge of his bed, trying to shift his weight so his boxers weren’t straining against his growing erection, his eyes trailed your body up and down taking note of how the lingerie sharpens your curves.

Oscar saved both pictures to his gallery, planning to use it for future stress relief.

A texted flashed from you that read, ‘you saved my nudes, didn’t you? did you like what you saw?”

‘I fucking loved it’ Oscar replied, his erection straining through his boxers, ‘come home right now’

You didn’t bother giving him a reply wanting him to squirm a little.

It didn’t take long for you to get to Oscar’s house, not bothering to knock, you let yourself in, entering his room before slamming the door shut.

“Hey, Baby-” You almost sang out before being engulfed in his arms, you hummed as he grinded on you.

“You’re fucking needy today, aren’t you?” You pointed out, enjoying this attention he was pouring all over you.

“Can you fucking blame me? You ditched me to hang out with your dumbass friends and then you send those naughty pictures.” He growled into your ear.

“Oh, those pictures? I thought you might like that-” You smirked coyly.

Oscar recoiled in annoyance as he glared back at you, “Don’t test me princesa…”

You kissed slowly him in compliance, giving him what you both wanted. You ran your hands up and down his chest, loving the moan you got in response.

You squealed in surprise when his hands slithered down to your ass.

Oscar pulled away from the kiss, “ As much as I loved the pictures I prefer the real thing…” He squeezed your ass to empathize the point, “This ass belongs to me.”

Before you knew it you were tossed on the bed directly under him ready for him to take you…

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Six Weeks| O. Diaz

Summary: Six weeks after their break up, the pair try to make amends

Rating: TV-14; Cursing, heated make out

Paring: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz X Reader

A/N: Once I have more imagines I’m going to make a masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN

Y/N woke with a start. It took her a moment to figure out why. But then realized that someone was tapping on her window.

“What the hell?” Y/N groaned to herself as she kicked off her covers and made her way to her across the room, which pretty difficult. She had a lot to drink with her friends earlier in the day and wasn’t completely sobered up, even though it was 4:00 in the morning.

She stumbled on some stray clothes, she told herself she was going to fold, but never got around to.

Y/N opened her window blinds to find none other than Oscar “Spooky” Diaz staring back at her through the glass. It’s been six weeks since Oscar got out of the jail. And six weeks since the pair split up.

Six weeks ago, Y/N would’ve cursed him out upon seeing him, but here she was staring at him dumbfounded. Likewise, six weeks ago, Oscar certainly wouldn’t have found himself at the window of his ex-girlfriend’s house this late at night on a Sunday, but here he was.

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Ain’t No Way (Spooky x Reader)

“Ain’t no way (ain’t no way), I’m gone let you down (let you down). I know it’s hard right now (hard right now), To see (it’s in me). But I’m gone make you say you love me.” - Chris Brown

A/N: I know y’all think when tf did I become a Spooky writer but listennnnnnnnn I’ve caught up on On My Block and that man is Fine with a capital F. Gangsters ain’t even my flavor! But seeing him and watching season 3 got my creative juices flowing. The way I got this going, this is most likely gonna be a mini series. Aight now let’s get interracial! (I’m making a joke so don’t nobody come butthurt in my inbox. I will delete your shit.)

Oscar Diaz, also known as “Spooky”, was not your type at all. You hated to admit that once upon a time, he was. It was back in high school. He was this wannabe gangster and your young dumbass was into that. It was the whole “bad boy” image that almost every teenage girl drooled over. Once you got to your senior year, you grew tired of Freeridge and the gang bullshit so you went to college far away, got your degree, and came back home hoping to make Freeridge somewhat of a better place by opening your own restaurant that held a lot of community events. Unfortunately, coming back to Freeridge also meant coming back to Oscar, who was the head of the Santos. He didn’t know you were back. You planned to keep it that way. “Hey mami!” You stopped in your tracks. No, it couldn’t be. You decided to keep on walking until the familiar voice called you by your name this time. “Y/N!”

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Chances (Oscar Diaz x reader)

PLEASE NOTE: This got so long because the request contains many different “stations”. At the moment I am not planning a second part! If I ever run out of requests, which probably isn’t gonna happen in this life, because I’m so slow, I might consider it. I hope you understand! :)

Request: I LOVE YOUR IMAGINES!!!!!Can you do an imagine about how spooky fools around with the reader and the reader falls in love with him but as soon as he tells him he tells her that she isn’t his type of girlfriend. So after that she has something going on with another gang member and Oscar get all jealous and beats the guy up and claims her but its too late for her?

Word Count: 2237

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Fingertips were digging into your skin, he was so close you could smell his cologne mixed with a hint of beer. Heat was radiating off his strong body, making you dizzy.

Here you were sat with Oscar ‘Spooky’ Diaz, hanging around at his place for the third time this week (it was only Wednesday), letting him tickle you until you could no longer breathe. He was visibly enjoying how you were squirming beneath him, and you couldn’t help but imagine squirming underneath him in other circumstances. In his bedroom for example.

You cursed your naughty thoughts once Oscar pulled away, leaving you all over the couch in a tousled mess. He chuckled, watching from the corner of his eyes as you pulled your shirt back down, which had risen up to the underline of your bra in the heated session of fooling around. The Santo lit up a joint while you ran a hand through your hair to straighten it in order to look acceptable again.

It all had started a few weeks ago, your friend Angelica had brought you to a Santos party where you had laid eyes on Oscar for the first time, his broad chest, muscular arms and handsome smile. You instantly got along with him, sharing stories of past school pranks and interesting phases in both your lives, including his time in prison.

Now, Oscar offered you the joint and you took it, inhaling once, twice. Oscar’s thick arm moved across the backrest of the shabby sofa in the living-room like you two were starring in a romantic movie. It finally came to a rest across your shoulders before he gently, but firmly, pulled you closer to his side. You sat like this for a good while, smoking and laughing about silly jokes. A glance to your watch told you it was getting fairly late, and you bit your lip wondering if he had any interest in asking you to stay the night. Your house was only a five minute walk away, but you surely wouldn’t mind.

When the joint was finished, you began teasing him a little, provocatively of course, by poking your own fingertips into his sides. Oscar flinched, trying to grab your wrists, yet you were quicker.

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“Innocent.” Oscar x Reader OnMyBlock

Based on: “One about Oscar and how the reader is Ruby’s shy/quite sister and he’s always teasing her about things she’s never experienced (sex,boyfriends, etc.) and then one day she gets upset because she thinks he will never see her as mature enough for him but he likes that she’s so innocent and finally tells her?”

Author: Alana

You walked out of your room annoyed, “Ruby, you’re taking forever in the bathroom! Hurry up!!” You groaned, banging on the door.

“My beauty takes time, (y/n)! Cálmate!” You heard Ruby shout, turning off the shower.

You rolled your eyes and walked into the living room, “That boy.” You muttered to yourself.

You tilted your head at seeing Cesar on the couch, “Hey, you, what’re you still doing here?” You asked, making your way over to the couch.

“Oh, uh, Oscar was supposed to come pick me up, but he said something came up. So I was just going to wait until he was available.” Cesar smiled softly, tucking his phone into his pocket.

You pouted at Cesar, feeling bad that he would have to wait here when he just wanted to go home. “I’m not doing anything right now. I can take you, Cesar.” You offered, smiling. “And before you decline, no, you would not be a bother.”

Cesar smiled and stood up, “Thank you, I have some things that I need to get done at home. It’s a big help that I won’t have to wait now.” Cesar admitted, making his way to the door.

You grabbed your keys and followed Cesar outside. You stopped briefly and shouted back inside the house, “Loser, I’m leaving and taking Cesar home!” You informed Ruby before closing the front door and walking to your car.

“Excuse the overwhelming smell of cologne in my car. Ruby doesn’t seem to know when enough is enough.” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, I know all about that with him, (y/n).” Cesar agreed, laughing and opening the passenger door.

After getting situated inside the car, you handed Cesar your phone, “You’re the DJ for this car ride, mano! Don’t disappoint me.” You joked, causing Cesar to let out a chuckle.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled, scrolling through the music on your phone.

You pulled up in Cesar’s driveway and parked the car, “Let’s go, Little Diaz!” You said, getting out of the car and shutting your door.

Cesar copied your actions, then proceeded to lead you to the garage where you both noticed Oscar lifting weights.

Cesar stared at Oscar, “Is this what “came up” so you couldn’t pick me up? Working out?” Cesar questioned annoyed.

Oscar put his weights down, arching an eyebrow at Cesar, “Maybe.” He responded nonchalantly, leading to Cesar rolling his eyes and walking out.

Little did either of you know, Oscar just wanted an excuse to get you to their house so he could see you again. Even if it meant you simply dropping Cesar off.

“Why do you always insist on getting on that boy’s nerves, Oscar?” You asked as Oscar stood up.

Oscar smirked and shrugged his shoulders, pulling you in for a hug, “It’s my job as an older brother, it comes with the territory.” Oscar joked, smiling.

You hugged back and blushed, feeling those little butterflies awakening inside your tummy.

Oscar could smell the cologne on your shirt. The smell was surrounding every aspect of you.

“I would assume you smell like cologne because of your boyfriend, (y/n/n)…” Oscar started, chuckling at you, “but everyone already knows that you’ve never had a boyfriend, so…”

You playfully glared and pulled away from the hug. Slapping Oscar’s shoulder, you gave a soft laugh, “Would you shut up, Diaz? I could totally get a boyfriend If I wanted one!” You tried convincing Oscar.

“Mhmm, right. So I’m going to go ahead and assume you would say the same thing about having a makeout session with someone?” Oscar suggested, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms over his chest.

You blushed, shifting your weight from one leg to the other, “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I could definitely have a makeout session with a guy if I wanted one.” You stuck your tongue out at the gang leader childishly.

Oscar broke into a smile and shook his head at you, “You are certainly something, (y/n) Martinez.” He responded.

You smiled, “So I’ve been told.” You giggled out, “I’m having a little gathering at my house next week. I know you would rather gouge your eyes out than be surrounded with our brothers’ teenager friends, but I think you should come. You know, step away from the gang life for a bit.” You said, biting your lip gently in hopes that Oscar would agree.

You and Oscar have been friends for a long time seeing as you both grew up together. That’s why Ruby and Cesar are good friends!

Oscar rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Uh, sure, why not! I’ll be there, mamita.” Oscar promised, giving you a crooked smile.

“Good, I can’t wait to see you there!” You exclaimed, clasping your hands together and smiling. You gave Oscar a hug goodbye. Immediately you felt his arms wrap around your waist firmly, as he hugged you back.

You always felt an intimate connection with Oscar, but never acted on any of your feelings for multiple reasons. One, he’s been a good friend of yours since you were kids and you didn’t want to mess that up. Two, you weren’t sure if Oscar felt the same about you. Maybe he wanted a woman who had experience with other lovers. Either way, there were so many what ifs that would come with making a move on Oscar.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug. Though it was the most comforting hug you had ever had, you knew it was time to head back home. You could have sworn Oscar frowned a little when you pulled away, but he quickly replaced it with a small smile.

“Hasta luego, Spooky.” You smiled, waving a little before walking off.

You held hands with Monse and danced around the living room together, laughing as you spun her around. “There you go, chica! Now you’re getting it!” You cheered her on as you both continued to dance.

Though there was only about ten people present at the gathering, everyone was having an amazing time. Fantastic food, even better music, plenty of jokes, and above all, smiles that made the room feel light.

You gently swayed your hips to the rhythm with Monse. You noticed she kept glancing behind you. You turned around to see Oscar watching you and smiling.

You blushed and quickly looked back at Monse, “Someone seems interested in you, (y/n)!” Monse gushed, gently nudging you.

“Oh stop, Mon! Just because he’s watching US dance, it doesn’t mean he’s interested in me.” You stated, causing Monse to roll her eyes and giggle.

“Whatever you say!” Monse dismissed your claim. “Okay, I’m tired of dancing. We have been dancing for two hours straight now.” Monse whined, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Ruby and Jasmine dancing in the living room. “Let’s just turn the music down and lounge around to talk?” She suggested.

You thought about it. The gathering was great and high energy all night so far. So why not whine down?

You grabbed your phone and paused the music, “Hey, you guys! How about we end the night calmly and just talk?” You asked, smiling at all the nods of approval.

You all sprawled out around the living room. Ruby and Jamal were sitting on the floor. Jasmine was sitting in the love seat with a friend of yours. Cesar laid across the floor with his head in Monse’s lap, while some of your friends took up the other couch. Which left you and Oscar sitting next to each other on the couch, your legs resting across his lap.

Everyone began talking among themselves for about thirty minutes before the talking was interrupted by Ruby, “Hey, did all you know that Cesar and Monse are boning?” He questioned with a smirk, glancing at Cesar and Monse who’s eyes were wide.

“Dude!!” Monse shouted, throwing a pillow at Ruby.

Your jaw dropped along with everyone elses’. Oscar was the first one to cause a booming laugh, loud enough to echo.

“Seriously, Cesar? You and Monse are having sex again?” Oscar questioned, looking over at his younger brother, amused.

Cesar sheepishly looked away from his brother, clearing his throat and mumbling a quiet “Yes”.

Oscar chuckled deeply and nodded, “I gotta give it to you, mano. Good job! You’re getting more action than (y/n) is and she’s like five years older than you!” He laughed quietly, nodding his head towards you.

Your face instantly dropped and you looked over at Oscar, “Why would you even joke about that?” You asked hurt. You removed your legs from Oscar’s lap and quickly got up, walking to your room.

A door slam was the last thing heard in that eery silence for a while.

Ruby glared at Oscar, “Dude, what’s your problem?! You take things too far!” Ruby said, standing up and walking to your room.

Ruby gently knocked on your door before entering, “(y/n)…” he said quietly, walking over to where you were curled up on your bed. “Ignore him. He was just being a jerk and taking things too far. I know you like him, but if he’s going to make you feel bad about stuff like that, then maybe you shouldn’t like him anymore.” Ruby spoke to you softly, gently rubbing your back.

You were too hurt to even question how Ruby knew about your crush on Oscar.

“I would offer to fight him for you, but he has a gang and I can only benchpress five pounds…” Ruby joked quietly, causing a small smile to come to your face when you looked up at him.

You sat up and hugged Ruby tightly, “Even though you’re an annoying little brother, you’re great at comforting people.” You admitted, nuzzling your face into his neck.

A soft knock was heard at the door, causing you both to look up as Oscar cracked open the door. “Can I come in?” He asked, looking at you for permission.

You nodded your head a little, glancing at Ruby so he knows it’s okay to leave.

Ruby kissed your forehead gently, getting up and walking out. Oscar closed the door behind Ruby gently, “(y/n), look-“ he started, but you cut him off by holding your hand up.

“Do you understand how embarrassing it is having my sex life, or lack there of, compared to a freshman’s? Or anyone’s for that matter? It’s not funny, Oscar, and it’s something I’m already insecure about.” You frowned, locking eyes with the quiet man. “But it’s okay, because now I understand how you feel about me. You’ll only ever view me as some girl who isn’t mature enough for you. So now I’m stuck feeling stupid because I really like you, Oscar.”

Oscar stared at you quietly. You scoffed quietly and stood up, “Great talk.” You said, walking past Oscar and grabbing the door knob.

Quickly grabbing your arm, Oscar turned you around to look up at him, “I don’t see you as not mature enough, (y/n).” He told you, looking down at you, “I see you as innocent, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s something that makes you unique from other girls your age, seeing as most of them have already had sex. It’s refreshing being around you all the time because of how pure you are, Mamita.” Oscar admitted, gently taking your hand. “And for what it’s worth, I really like you too.” He smiled down at you, resting his forehead against yours.

You were shocked at Oscar admitting that he has feelings for you too, “Really..? So what does this mean for us?” You asked quietly, concentrating on him holding your hand.

“It means that if you can forgive me for teasing you, then I would love to take you out on a date.” He smiled more, watching you with hopeful eyes.

You blushed a little and kissed Oscar’s cheek gently, “Then all is forgiven, Diaz.”

You both walked out of the room, holding hands and smiling like idiots.

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“I’m Not Interested.” Oscar x Plus Size Reader OnMyBlock

Based on: “Can you do an Oscar imagine where the reader likes him, but he pushes her away because he doesn’t want to have to protect her as well as Cesar”

Based on: “Can you guys do a one shot for Spooky from on my block please? Preferably with a plus-size reader (but if you don’t wanna, you ain’t gotta) Thank you, my men.”

Author: Alana

“I’m not saying that I think he’s the smartest crush to have, (y/n), but if you really like him, then nothing should be holding you back from telling him.” Olivia encouraged, sitting next to you on the couch. “What are you so scared of, that you don’t want to tell Oscar that you like him?” She questioned, facing you and eating a few chips.

You sat quietly for a moment, thinking of why you hadn’t just told Oscar that you liked him already. After all, you and Oscar had been friends for years now, seeing as you used to babysit Cesar Diaz.

You sighed quietly and played with the frayed fabric of your jeans, “It’s just.. I’m not your average 19 year old, Olivia.. I don’t have an amazing ‘America’s Next Top Model’ body or anything that would grab his attention. Some guys have even said that I’m ‘too curvy’ for it to be attractive. Like what does that even mean??” You groaned, leaning your head back against the pillow.

Olivia rolled her eyes, “Some guys say the most stupid things… But you’re forgetting about something that’s even more important than your body, (y/n).”

You looked at her confused, “What do you mean? All guys care about are women’s bodies.” You stated, glancing down at your body.

“That’s not true for all guys though, mamita. You have an unbelievably amazing personality, that’s enough to capture anyone’s attention. You have all of these great qualities that only a guy who truly got to know you, would know you have. So maybe Oscar is that guy?” She offered, smiling more at you.

You thought about it for a minute before breaking out into a an excited fit of giggles, “Okay… it’s official, I’m gonna tell Oscar that I like him.” You said, feeling a sudden burst of confidence about your decision.

You grabbed your phone and texted Oscar, “Heyy, if you aren’t busy tonight, wanna hang out at the park??” You sent off the text and set your phone down.

I hope that didn’t sound eager… you thought to yourself, standing up.

“Thank you for letting me come over and vent, Olivia.” You smiled, giving her a big hug when she stood up too. “I’ll catch up with you later.” You promised, walking out of the house.

You felt a light buzzing in your pocket as you began walking home, signaling that you had received a text. Please be Oscar, you hoped, swiftly pulling your phone out of your pocket.

“Sure. Everything good, Ma?” Oscar had texted back, not too long after your message sent.

You blushed and felt your heart flutter at Oscar calling you “Ma”. Sure, it was something he had always called you regularly, but it began to mean more to you when you realized you had a crush on Oscar.

“Yes, just wanted to hang out and talk. Nothing sinister haha!” You sent back. You were excited that you finally had some alone time with Oscar. It had been a long time since the two of you hung out, especially with the gang having problems every five minutes.

I should probably wear something cute, this could possibly be the best moment of my life.. you smiled to yourself, opening your front door.

You walked to your bedroom, “You need a shower, (y/n).” You mumbled to yourself, passing your mirror.

You gathered everything you needed to shower and began doing your thing. Which included several mini concerts, two dramatic acting monologues, and imagining what it would be like to be Oscar’s girlfriend.

You stepped out of the shower, refreshed. You hummed quietly to the music as you began prepping for meeting Oscar.

Grabbing your shoes, you heard obnoxiously loud music playing outside.

You tilted your head and opened up your front door, wondering who would be obnoxious enough to have their music blasting like that.

“Ma, let’s go!” Oscar shouted as he turned the music down some.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you quickly grabbed your purse and locked the door. Heading to Oscar’s car you smiled, “Hey, I didn’t think you were going to pick me up, Oscar!” You giggled softly, “I assumed I was just going to meet you there.” You finished, opening the passenger door and sitting in the seat.

Oscar let out a deep chuckle and slowly pulled off from the curb, “Hey, why wouldn’t I pick you up? I’m a gentleman.” He smirked, looking over at you.

You raised an eyebrow and laughed, “Is that so, Spooky?” You questioned, playfully.

“Eh, I can be for the right woman!” He sent a smirk your way and then sent a charming smile, driving with his left hand on the wheel and the other resting behind your headrest.

You looked at Oscar shocked, Is he flirting with me? That definitely seemed like flirting.. maybe tonight won’t go bad! You comforted yourself, growing more excited by the minute.

Oscar pulled up to the park and turned off his car, “Okay, let’s go catch up.” He said, getting out of the car and walking around to open the door for you.

You blushed and took his hand as you stepped out of the car, thanking him for offering his hand.

You both began making your way to a picnic bench. “So what’s been up with you, (y/n)? I haven’t seen you around in a while.” Oscar smiled softly, sitting on a picnic table. “Kinda felt like you were avoiding me, Yeah?”

Your eyes widened a bit, “No, I wasn’t!” You assured him, but it was only partly true. You secretly hoped if you spent time away from him, the crush would go away. “I’ve just been busy with college and working and all that other boring stuff..” you told him.

Your uneasiness earned you a raised eyebrow from Oscar, “Right… qué pasa, Ma? What’s going on with you?” Oscar usually kept his facial expressions neutral, but he seemed to show a bit of concern for if you were okay.

“Okay, I did ask you here for a reason..” you admitted, beginning to feel your nerves creep up. You sat next to Oscar on the picnic table, taking a moment to gather what you wanted to say.

Oscar turned to face you and waited for you to begin.

“I know this is completely out of nowhere, Oscar, but I really like you.. I thought maybe if I kept myself busy and kept my distance from you for a bit, the crush might go away. Instead, it made it stronger and I have to tell you because I don’t know what else to do.. I like you so much, Oscar..” You paused briefly, taking in Oscar’s facial expression, not changing from his previous concerned face. Oscar didn’t stop you, so you took this as a sign to continue. “I don’t know why I started falling for you when you got out, but-“

“I’m not interested, (y/n).” Oscar glanced behind you, then focused his attention back on you.

You froze, feeling your heart shatter into tiny pieces.

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Oscar’s POV

“I’m not interested, (y/n).” I stated blandly, glancing at the Prophets that were watching (y/n) and I from another picnic table.

I watched as the sparkle in her eyes died out. It took everything in me not to pull her in my arms and tell her that I didn’t mean any of it, but I couldn’t let the Prophets use her as a way to get to me. I can’t protect her and Cesar..

(Y/n) quietly stood up, grabbed her purse and began to walk off. “(Y/n)… please let me give you a ride home at least.” I offered quietly, staring at her back.

I could hear the quivering in her voice, “No, it’s alright.” She responded softly, “I’ll get home just fine.” She finished, walking off again.

I looked over at the Prophets and glared as they smirked at (y/n) walking off.

I sighed, watching her walk into the darkness of the night. Guilt blanketing me because of what I just said to the woman I might want to spend the rest of my life with.

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Regular POV

You curled up on your couch, sniffling and crying into your couch pillow. Maybe you weren’t enough, you kept thinking.

You knew there was a chance that Oscar didn’t like you back, but you had no idea he would be so careless about it. Like you were beneath him. That’s what really hurt you. Not what he said, but how he said it.

You heard a light knock on the front door. You hiccuped softly and looked up with red puffy eyes. You wiped your running nose and got up. “Who is it?” You quietly asked, getting ready to unlock the door.

“It’s Oscar..” You heard faintly through the door.

You stiffened and stared at the door hurt, before talking through it. “What do you want?” You asked, wiping your face.

“Mamita, listen.” He frowned, “I didn’t mean a word of what I said. I just-..” he sighed before continuing, “I’m trying to protect you and not protect you at the same time.. wait that makes no sense.” Oscar gave a frustrated groan, “Mira, I like you too, (y/n). So much. That is why I can’t be with you, because other gangs might make you a target, like they’re doing with Cesar. They do this because you both are close with me and.. I would never be able to live with myself knowing you lost your life because of me..” he got quieter towards the end of the sentence.

You leaned your back against the door and kept listening to Oscar, not sure of how you should feel.

“Please trust me when I say that I do want to be with you. I will think of some way for me to make sure you stay safe, baby girl. Please open the door..” he begged.

You took a deep breath and moved your back from the door. You unlocked the door and opened it slowly, “So you didn’t say you were uninterested because of my body..?” You questioned, looking up shyly to meet Oscar’s eyes.

Oscar’s eyes widened and he tilted his head, “What the hell? Of course not, Ma. Any guy would be lucky to have you and your beautiful personality and curvy goddess of a body, but I want to be that lucky guy..” cupping your face and tracing his thumb over your cheek, Oscar kissed you slowly.

Saying you felt fireworks when you kissed him would be a cliché, but you certainly felt something magical when you kissed him back delicately.

“Will you be my girlfriend, (y/n)? I promise to protect you with everything I have.” He promised, whispering against your lips.

You smiled more and connected your lips once more, allowing that to be your answer to his question.

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