#christopher velez fanfiction

[spevvy]

CNCO/Vélez Fic

Okay so...........

I've mentioned a few times that I'm a writer. I've mentioned an embarrassing amount of times how much I love CNCO..... I've said I don't write smut I only write comedy.... and people outside of tumblr still seem here for it....

soooooooo.......................................................................

Can i please get a consensus of opinion, if it's not too much trouble??? Would anyone read a CNCO fic by me at this stage in time? Equally/potentially even more importantly, would anyone tell me if they'd read it/give me any feedback at all?

For those of you new to the blog, I AM a writer and have been literally since I learned how to hold a pen - but after approximately a decade of ongoing trauma (most of which I still can't talk about) my functional ability to write has diminished dramatically, and I struggle to focus, so I do genuinely need all the help I can get to write. With this in mind, it's safe to say that knowing in advance if anyone would even care about it is VERY important to me and my final decision.

Therefore if you DO vote (reblogs would be super helpful cos nobody knows me in the CNCO fandom, with no hint of exaggeration it's safe to say that I am literally less than nobody here) I'd be very grateful if you'd be 100% honest and not just polite about it!!! I can take honesty, I'm autistic, what I can't take is saying one thing and doing another.

if you have any questions/requests/plot suggestions for this potential fanfic, then please please please send me an ask, there are no stupid questions, or suggestions too bonkers - although i would appreciate zero-minimal hate, because this is absolutely only coming from a place of love and respect for my boys, and I don't want to get involved in any drama or anger, I'm only here to make people giggle if I can.

I'd very much appreciate it if you'd reblog this because I don't know anyone in the fandom and I don't have any reach at all, but I know a lot of you still do and I would genuinely be interested in the widest range of opinions possible for this potential fic.

Thanks so much in advance for all your help, everone, i love you all so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cnco4ever]

Teachers Assistant (Part 1)

Thank you!

Christopher Velez

Warning: None in this part

Please let me know what you guys think and don't be shy to leave a comment or to reblog.

Suggestions are welcome too!

I didn't want to make the first part too long in case no one wanted to read it.

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I really hope I made the right decision by going back to my old job as a teaching assistant. I've seen friends burn out from teaching. horrible hours, bratty teenagers and an even more horrible and bratty salary. I mean, I don't have a passion for literature, I haven't read every Jane Austin novel out there and I'm not a perfect writer. I do love to learn, expand my horizons and discover new sides of myself and who can teach you better than the generation? I don't know, but I do know that teenagers need guidance and literature is a good common ground for discussions.

I've been assigned as an assistant for Mr. Christopher Velez. Young, only 27, smart, funny, well respected among students and also a vey handsome man. We met at a get together for the staff at school. I feel like we got along and understood each other, but we only got to meet face to face two times before the pandemic strikes. Today is the first class online via zoom.

I'm a bit nervous whether or not the students will pay attention.

Mr. Velez asked to facetime an half hour before to go over the plan and to agree on some basic rules for out classes together.

BUZZ BUZZ, My phone starts vibrating on my dining table. "Christopher Velez" is written across the screen. This is it. Good luck to us.

"Mr. Velez, how are you? excited for the first online class?" I answer with a big smile on my face. I wanna show friendliness and excitement. It is work after all.

He flashes is big smile back at me and I hear him laugh, "pleeease call me Christopher. Mr. Velez is my dad" He's charming. I understand why he is so popular. "as you please Mr. Velez" I'll try to keep a light tone and keep a professional distance, but that did sound a bit flirty didn't it? oh no, maybe too unprofessional? but his smirk and corner smile tells me that he likes it. Heat flows straight to my cheeks. He's laughing again.

"Alright Miss. Knight. you'll warm up to my eventually. I how a few things that I'd like to run by you before class. I understand that this is new to us all and that we're all confused and nervous, but we have to show understand and compassion in these times" I nod my head along to his voice and keep my eyes glued to him on the screen. It's weird to see him in casual clothes. The two times I met him, he was wearing bottom downs and dress pants, but now with his purple T-shirt and purple cap, he looks so much more relaxed and carefree.

"Are you still listening or did I drop you?" shit, I zoned out. I zoom back in and he is smirking at me. "I'm sorry Mr. Velez. I was just thinking how weird it is to see you in regular clothes. I didn't take you for a cap kind of guy" I guess I'd rather be honest. I can't lie, my face would tell on me. Zero poker face.

"What kind of guy did you take me for? you look great in your regular clothes though. Having your hair down makes you look more relaxed" His voice is light and full of humor. I can see his big brown eyes drift across the screen. Is he checking me out? I look down myself. maybe wearing a sun dress was a bad idea for work even online. A nervous laugh escapes me while I run a hand through my hair. I can feel butterflies in my stomach as I look back at my phone screen. He is smiling wide at me. This is not very professional.

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Masterlist

Hii so i don’t write much but i did some fanfiction and decided to gather them all in a masterlist. As you can see by my url it’s really just a bunch of random fangirling gathered together so please don’t mind akdkaksdjsk

These are all reader insert and female reader 💕

Chishiya Shuntaro

Dating Chishiya Shuntaro would include

Christopher Velez

Imagine

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi as a father headcanons

Roronoa Zoro (Netflix live action)

Dance with me?

Dating Roronoa Zoro would include

NSFW Alphabet 🔞

One shot

Promises

Son Heung-Min

Can’t take my eyes off you

Delusional

Forms of affection (headcanons)

Spike Spiegel (Netflix live action)

Dating Spike Spiegel would include

Spike Spiegel x reader

[dolcenco]

Ay Mami Likes It Rough Pt. 3

Christopher Velez x Reader 

Warning/s: SMUT AF

S/N: SOOOOOOO, for some reason t*mblr deleted the contents of this and im like???????? wtf duddddde why??????? i just added some tags what gave you the right to delete everything, if i didnt back this up from my drive id have to type everything back up from memory and scratch akhakhsakhs thank u almighty for back-ups 

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“Erick?”

“Que?”

“Why are there dicks on my tour publicity materials?” You watched him edit the publicity material due later over his shoulders.

You, Erick and Joel, were at backstage in the lounge room waiting until it was time for soundcheck. Erick was designing the concert edits after the short photoshop lesson you gave him, and Joel was reading mountains of fanfics on Tumblr with your phone.

The moment that seemed like a calm afternoon turned into a stressful one in minutes.

“Erick, No! We don’t put dicks on our tour edits!”

“(Y/n)! Do you have any more of those fanfictions?”

“Hold on, Curls. Gotta stop Erick from turning the edits into a dick gallery before I get fired.”

After a little game of tug of war and few sermons, Erick ended up messing with an old tour edit instead of the ones due. You let out a stressful sigh and plopped next to Joel on the couch. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge you as he continued to be engrossed by the content he was reading.

“How is it?” You asked, amused that he was enjoying the Marvel fanfics you suggested him to read.

“Did you know that people write about me?” He muttered, eyes still glued on the screen.

“What?” You asked and checked your phone.

Oh, so he wasn’t reading marvel fanfics.

“Oh?” You knew about them but he doesn’t have to know that you read them during your free time.

"Yeah, they were so good, I'm not even mad!" He gushed, pointing at the phone. "I mean, It was flattering. Weird, but impressive."

You just nodded in agreement, and let him continue to read when Clara, Richard, and Zabdiel finally entered the room with a bag of doughnuts, back in time for sound check.

“Clara have I ever told you that you’re an angel.” You thanked her as soon as you get your hands on the blessed doughnuts.

“Least I can do for babysitting the children.” She motioned at the two already stuffing their faces with food.

“Oh, you should see what Erick did with the edits.”

“No don’t show her!” Erick panicked, his mouth filled with doughnuts and hid your laptop behind him.

“Cla, where’s Chris?” Joel asked, and when Clara was about to answer, Chris walked through the door of the lounge with a smile the moment he saw you.

When you noticed him start to walk  towards your direction,  you panicked and quickly sat in between Richard and Zabdiel, “So, my favorite daddies, how are you?”

He stopped and shifted his direction to join Erick on the other couch instead, giving you one last look before turning to his best friend.

It had been two weeks since the jacuzzi night, and both of you had the most intense sexual tension in the air. Even other people could feel it. You’re afraid if Chris came any closer to you with his sensual touches, you’ll end dragging him to the nearest room for the 2nd round.

That night in the jacuzzi was undeniably the best sex of your life but when you reached your hotel room, realizations hit you like a ton of bricks. You were breaking the“no sex on the job” rule, and it was hard to follow through when Chris wanted to go for a second round. He didn't even try to hide it when he was around you and touched you more than he used to.

The hoe in knew that if you bite into the bait, it’d be the endgame for you, Chris and your career. Even the way you saw Chris changed. He was Chris  “the skater boy who steals all my uwus” to Chris the “ Papi, bend me over and fuck me senseless” in a snap.

You distracted yourself and was teasing Rich and Zabdi when one of the photographers rushed into the room, panting then sighed in relief when he saw you.

“(y/n)! I need you!” He asked if you could fill in the spot of one of the photographers for the show tonight, and once you agreed, he proceeded to orient you on the key placements for later.

As you both were reviewing, you both feel arms draped around both of your shoulders.

“What are you guys doing?”

Your body stiffened when you realize it was Christopher.

“Talking about the key spots for later, any suggestions?” The photographer asked and showed him the venue layout.

“Maybe have angles coming from this side…”

You tried to focus on the game plan, but can’t help notice Chris’ hand hanging dangerously in front of your chest, but he pulled them away, still conversing with the photographer.

“But (y/n) takes amazing shots so,” He says with a smirk. You don’t know if he was doing it on purpose or what, but his hands hanged dangerously close to your boob and with a little movement he can brush up on them accidentally.

You sighed in relief just when you thought he pulled his arm away. His hand slid down your back and paused just over the clip of your bra, curled his fingers as if he wanted to unclip them but thankfully didn't. He continued to caress down your back, and when you feel him move closer to your ass, you knew what’s about to happen.

AND NOPE NOT HAPPENING

When you quickly transferred to the other side of the photographer, Christopher frowned and looked confused but nodded his head anyway at the photographers’ instructions.

Although, you knew getting sexual with Chris was a bad idea but your body can’t help but look for his touch after that night. You just held everything in you not to drag him out of the room for that round 2.

*

It was an hour before CNCO's performance, and you were rushing down the hallway in a hurry to get to front stage for a proper evaluation of the venue. As you were fixing the settings of your camera, you suddenly feel a hand grabbed your arm and dragged you inside the nearest room

You were so ready to fight this person's ass, so you screamed and thrashed around until a hand muffled your protests.

“(y/n), shhh, calm down. It’s me.” The voice whispered, and your eyes snapped open to the sound of an all too familiar chuckle.

“WHAT THE HELL CHRIS!”

“Your face!” He harshly pulled you into a room, you were late, and his laugh rang in your ear in a really annoying way that you punched his arm.

“You’re such an irritation.” You cursed and glared, watching Christopher clutched his sides from laughing so hard, and when you realize that he wasn't going to take you seriously, you rolled your eyes and was about to leave when he stopped you.

“(y/n), wait, lo siento.”

You faced him and crossed your arms on your chest, feeling the weight of your camera heavy on your neck. You noticed that he was already wearing his blinding concert attire that you always questioned why management approved such a disappointing design.

“Aren’t you supposed to be preparing in…” you checked the time, “...in 50 minutes?”

He shrugged, “50 minutes is enough.”

You gave him a curious look, suddenly intrigued by what he meant. “Enough for what? and why are we in the bathroom?”  

He eyed you cautiously and bit his lip when the confidence he built up earlier started to diminish. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“What makes you say that?” You scoffed and avoided his gaze when your cheeks heated up. How can you say that the reason you avoided him is that because you wanted him to pound inside you over and over again until you couldn't take it anymore?

“That night at the jacuzzi. I don't know. If it was bad, I'm so sorry.”

“No, it wasn’t,” you reassured him. “It was good, like really good.”

“Oh?” He cocked an eyebrow and his lips twisted into a smug smirk.

“Don’t get any ideas, buddy. I could get fired for that stunt we did.” You told him sternly.

“No, you won’t.” He teased and tucked a loose hair that was falling over your face.  ”I got you.”

Christopher Velez back at it again with the soft fuckboy gestures.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.” The moment that stupid grin appeared on his face, the strings of banters began.

You took a good look at him now that he hovering close to your body and thought to yourself, oh how you badly wanted him in between your legs. You got all excited and drowned into his minty and masculine scent that made you weak in the knees.

”Besides, ” he started, whispering.

A shiver ran down your spine when you feel his lips grazed against your ear but the next thing he said sparked electricity in between your legs.  

“I wanna make you cum.”

You were surprised at how blunt he was but It wasn't long until you reached over and smashed your lips again his soft, luscious ones.  You sensed him smiling into the kiss, his craving for your lips finally satisfied after weeks of longing for them.

When he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you against him to feel your body against his. Chris lets out an “oof” forgetting about the camera in between you two.

You quickly apologized and he took your camera, placing it on the counter to keep it away from damage before he smiled at you darkly and resumed the kiss.  

He pinned your body against the door with so much force that you gasped, and he took this as an opportunity to slid his tongue inside your warm mouth and massaged yours with his.

He pecked your lips and you moaned when he sucked your bottom lip. He pulled away to trail kisses on your cheek and traveled to your neck as he pressed himself against your body.  

You let out a small moan when you felt Chris’ hard manhood pressed against your thigh. You wanted him so bad.

Kissing and sucking on your neck, Chris finally ground himself against your crotch and rolled his hips so you could feel how hard he was for you.

“Fuck, Chris.” You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you as possible. You were so turned on at this point and all that worry about the no sex on the job thing was threw out of the window.

His hand slid down to your ass and grabbed it, giving it a good squeeze. He reached under the back of your thighs and picked you off of your feet. You wrapped your legs around his waist and deepened the kiss. Your arms snaked around his neck and tossed his cap to the side so you could run your hands through his hair.

He grunted when you tugged on the ends, enjoying the feeling of your fingers weaving around.

“Watch the hair, Mami. They just fixed that.” You giggled and continued to play with his hair. You squealed when he walked you both to the counter and sat you on it, not breaking contact.

Christopher ran his hands all over your body, wanting to touch every inch of skin he grabbed on to. He didn't even hesitate to go under your shirt and cupped your breast underneath your bra in the process because oh god how he loved your tits.

Your skin shivered at the coolness of his rings as it grazed the skin around your nipples when he thumbed your sensitive buds. You moaned and arched your back at the sensation sent to your now aching pussy, rocking your hips against his crotch to tell him that you wanted him now.

“How much time we have left?” He managed to huff through the kiss, and you pulled away to check your watch while you tilted your head and granted him access to leave hungry kisses down your neck.

“30 minutes until the show.” You managed to pant out and Chris cursed against your skin.

He lightly gripped your neck and looked you straight in the eyes. He was giving you one of his signature sexy glare. The same dark looked he had when he caught you touching yourself in the jacuzzi. “I’m going to fuck you properly soon.” He growled and squeezed your tits. “But for now, I’m not going to let you go until you cum for me.”

You groaned with the aching feeling in your wet pussy intensifying with every word. He pulled your leggings off all the way down and grinned at the sight of your soaked gray panties. “Wet for me?”

Before you could respond, you gasped when he rubbed you through the cloth. He licked his lips as he pulled your panties to the side and slides two fingers into your soaking pussy.

“Fuck, Chris!” You moaned loudly and grabbed his shoulders, his fingers working their magic as he moves and massaged your clenching walls. He was hitting the perfect spots and you didn't want him to stop.

You noticed his hard-on printing on his pants. He looked like he was begging for release so you reached over and rubbed him through his jeans.

“Missed my dick, baby girl?” He bites his lips at the sight of you withering for him.

You nodded your head eagerly, whimpering when Chris pulled out his fingers out of you to pull down his pants and set his blessed cock free, stroking it for you. Ready for you.

He pulled your body closer to him and hovered over your shaking body. He laid you on the surface of the counter to bring you pussy close to his hard dick and tease your wet folds with the tip of his head. When you were just about to demand him to put his cock inside you, Chris eased himself into you and cursed how tight you were around his cock.

“Fuck, babe, you’re tight” He groaned. It was so intense the way you clenched around him, taking his size all in. The pleasure was running down your core as he eased in and out of you, thrusting himself.

“Faster,” You begged and he increased the movements of his hips and thrust harder, deeper into you. You whimpered for him. You couldn’t take it. His dick felt so good.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back in pleasure, finally having his cock buried inside of you after weeks of wanting, craving for him. He grabbed your leg and brought your body closer to him so he can fuck you deeper.

Grunts and moans filled the bathroom as Chris continued to fuck you on the counter. “Fuck, babe. So fucking good.” You moaned and pulled him closer to your body, his dick filling your tight cunt. The way you moaned made him roll his hips faster, and harder into your pussy.

“Fuck baby!” You cried, and Chris pulled your hips closer to his, sinking his cock deeper inside of you. You were almost laying on top of the counter, your elbows supporting your body as he thrust his hips onto you, the sound of skin to skin filling your ears.

He pulled down the front of your shirt, exposing your black lacy bra as he thrust into you harder while his other hand rubs your sensitive clit that sent electricity all over your body. You start to feel the burning sensation of your climax forming in the pit of your core.

“I’m close, babe.” You gasped and wrapped your arms around him, sucking and kissing his neck as you near your finish.

Chris grunted, desperate to make you cum so he picked up the pace, and fucked you faster and harder while he rubbed your clit furiously. You didn’t want the feeling to stop, but you were so fucking desperate to cum.

“Cum for me, Mami.” He whispered into your ear and when you heard him call you ‘mami’ you were gone. You cried out his name and you came all over his dick. Chris smashed his lips with yours as you ride out your high. The sound of heavy breaths filled the room with Chris leaning on your shoulder while you sank back against the mirror, catching your breaths. When Chris pulled out of you he checked the time and cursed, “Fuck we’re late.”

He quickly pulled his pants up and helped you get into your leggings and panties before he carried you off the counter. You both checked yourselves on the mirror, fixing your hair and clothes.

“You go out first, and I go last so we don’t look sketch or anything.”

He grinned at you, “Who cares if people knew?”

You rolled your eyes and was about to swat his arm but caught your hand and pulled you towards him, giving you one last sensual kiss and a squeeze on your tits.

He pulled away from you and went to open the door discreetly. He smirked and gave you one final wink until he poked his head out the door to check for any passerby.

After he made sure that the hallway was clear, Christopher stepped out of the bathroom first. You waited and counted to 10. You took a deep breath and swung the door open. As soon as you did, the sooner you wish you hadn’t.

"Well, well, someone doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘no sex on the job’ rule.”

You gulped. You were screwed.

[anninhiliation]

Mess (Cleaning House)

Warnings: 18+ its a little dirty

Disclaimer: THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL WRITING. You do not have the right or consent to copy my work and claim it as your own. You do not have the right to even copy my work. I can and will publicly shame you. Changing the boy is still plagiarism. Write your own work. Don’t test me or karma. Don’t be a useless leech.

Masterlist

Chris, watching you act out all night at an award show. So many cameras, so many on lookers. So easy for you to get caught acting like a little slut because there was no time to fuck you this morning. Pushing as many buttons as you could, until you received the attention you so desperately wanted. Chris standing up, and silently ushering you out of the main area. His hand rests on your lower back as he guides you into the closest bathroom he can find. Its empty. Perfect. Resting against the wooden door after locking it, Chris twirls his rings as he watches you squirm under his stern gaze.

“Strip” he finally says.

 Brown eyes burning through you as he remains perfectly still. You let out a whine as you reach back and pull the zipper to your dress down. Pulling the spaghetti straps down, you slowly expose your breasts then your soft tummy and then your lower lips. The fabric pools at your feet as you step out of it, kicking it to the side. Chris approaches you, making you turn around and lean down on the sink counter. Breasts and tummy pushing on the cold marble make you whine out. His strong hands pin your arms on your back as he leans over and whispers in your ear.

 “You fucking slut. Maybe we should walk out of here right now.” One of his hands swiftly and roughly comes flying down on the soft flesh of your ass. His cold rings make you cry out.

 “No- just fuck me” you whine.

 “No whore.” He growls giving your ass another harsh smack. “I think you would much rather have everyone else see what’s mine, considering how badly you behaved in front of the cameras.”

 “No” you whine out once more.

 Chris kicks your legs wide open and toys with your drenched folds.

 “No slut?” He grins as he coats his two fingers in your arousal.

 “Then what’s this?” He asks as his fingers tap your bottom lip to open and clean your own mess. 

[miericksongo]

How about something with Chris giving the reader one of his classic massages? Not sexual, but he sees she’s super stressed (she’s got a million assignments, plus she’s tutoring a ton of people and she hasn’t had time to relax) so he gives her a massage and tries to get the knots out of her back? Thank you bebe!

©2019-2021 Miericksongo

Sorry it took me so long to post this, but I'm so excited to finally get it out!

warning(s?): one swear word

Chris was sitting on the couch when he heard your footsteps come thudding through the apartment door. Turning up from his phone with an eager smile, he goes to approach you. But, as soon as Chris sees the ghostly look on your face, his smile fell off. He loved seeing his baby home, but it made his heart ache to see you exhausted after another lengthy tutoring session.

"Aww Y/N, mi bebé, what's the matter?", Chris questions as he brings you to nuzzle into his sweatshirt. "Nothing much, Chris.", you reply using the standard line, sighing into the hug. "Bullshit.", Chris lightly chuckles as he smirks down at you. After smirking back, you tell him, "Look, I love tutoring and helping out the other students, but I just need a break, not to add that I haven't had the chance to get one lately."

Immediately thinking of an idea, Chris leads you to the bedroom. "Just relax my love, you deserve it girl baby.", he says, making you smile at the joke reference. Having you lie face down on the bed and turning on your scented humidifier, you smile, grateful at Chris's actions. "Almost forgot someone!", he says as he exits the room, bringing in Ollie. Taking his place and putting Ollie next to you, Chris says, "Since I love you so much Y/N, and I don't like seeing my baby stressed, I'm gonna let you in on a treat." Smiling he starts to massage your back, emptying your mind and loosening your soul. As you fell asleep, you thought about how amazing of a man you had at your side for life.

[joelswildflower]

finding out the gender // cnco baby series

gonna be honest, I haven’t thought about this series in such a long time. but i’ve been having baby fever, and i still have these parts in my drafts on wattpad. even though I don’t have these on wattpad, I’m still posting them here, or at least the ones I have written.

Enjoy!

Erick

“Would you two like to find out what the gender is?" The nurse asked you and Erick. The both of you never talked about wanting a girl or a boy yet, you two were focused on the baby itself, getting unisex designs for the nursery.

Both of your and Erick's parents on other hand. Erick's parents hoped it would be a girl. Your parent's hoped the same, since they haven't had a granddaughter yet.

"Yes," Erick answered for the two of you. The two of you looked at the screen and the nurse moved the wand over your belly trying to get the best view.

"Okay, mom and dad," the nurse started. "You're having a baby boy!"

Joel

As much as you and Joel wanted to know the gender, your mother didn't let you. With every grandchild of hers, she always planned a gender reveal party. And here you and Joel were, standing in your parent's backyard with a confetti canon.

"Don't aim for my face!" Joel warned, he quickly moved beside you.

"Then don't get in the way!" You told him. "You do it," you handed him the confetti canon. "Don't aim for my face!" You mocked him. You stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Everyone counted down, and when Joel pulled the string, and a pop was heard, you saw pink confetti flying through the air. Joel turned around, pulling you into a hug, a huge smile on both of your faces. You were going to have a daughter.

Zabdiel

"What do you want?" Zabdiel asked you as you two were in the waiting room. Your hand was rested on your belly, rubbing it in a comforting way.

"A boy," you answered. "Or a girl," you added. "What if we have twins?"

"We would already know, y/n."

"Well, what do you want? A son or a daughter?"

"I don't know," he answered. "Boys and girls are different, but I want a family with you. I'll be happy with a boy or a girl."

"You don't have a preference?"

"If we have a little girl, she's going to be a mini-you. And with a little boy— I just want a healthy baby."

"Y/N de Jesus?"

The two of you sat in a room with the nurse, who was moving the wand around finding the baby with ease. "If you look, you'll see a small penis between the baby's legs. Congratulations, you're having a boy!"

Richard

“Okay, mom, dad and big sister," the nurse started. "Are you ready to find out what the baby is?"

"Isn't the baby a baby?" Aaliyah questioned.

"Do you want a little sister or a little brother?" Richard asked. Aaliyah quickly answered with a little sister so she could "play dolls" with her. You knew Richard wanted a boy, and you did too, but you always sided with Aaliyah whenever Richard asked her what she wanted the baby to be because "girl's rule!"

"Dad, do you have a guess?" The nurse asked you. Richard responded with a boy, since he already has Aaliyah, he'd like to see how raising a boy would be. "Mom? Any guesses?" You responded the same as Aaliyah, like you always do. "Well, Dad's correct," the nurse said. "You're having a baby boy."

Christopher

“Five dollars if it's a girl," Christopher whispered to you when the nurse left you two in the room alone.

"Chris, I'm not betting on our— you're on!" You changed your mind after Christopher gave you a look. "And loser buys dinner."

"Deal."

The nurse came back with the gel, and you lifted your shirt up feeling the cold of the gel. "You should be able to find out the gender today, unless the baby is laying in a difficult position," the nurse told you two. "But that's not the case today, would you like to know?" The nurse looked back at you and Christopher. You nodded. The nurse pointed to the screen, "As you can see, there's no penis. Congratulations, you're having a baby girl." You let out a laugh when Christopher let out a yell and a fist bump. You couldn't tell anyone that you had a bet with Christopher on the gender of your baby.

[pretendrocketships]

My Affection

About: 1.7k about Chris falling in love after hearing you read bedtime stories to his cousins after a family party.

A/N: Okay two things, 1) I didn’t use any names for the cousins because I didn’t know them lol and writing about real kids made me feel weird for some reason 2) I really could not write this without Spanish because I cannot see Chris speaking English unless he has to. I speak 1% Spanish and I’m 99% proficient in google translate so cut me some slack or educate me! I’d love to learn more. 

Song: My Affection by Summer Walker & PARTYNEXTDOOR

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“Ay! Por favor, mis hijos, dejar de correr por toda la casa!” you hear Chris’s mom yell before three of his cousins zoom by you as you closed the living room door. “Dios mío, ayudame!” Chirs laughed at them driving his mom crazy. He taught them so well.

“Mami! Estoy aquí,” he said grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the kitchen, “y con mi amor.” You blushed at that, and he pulled you closer to press a kiss to the top of your head. “MAMI-” he started yelling until his mom came out of the kitchen glaring at him.

“How are you always yelling?” she asked, unable to fight the smile on her face as her son squeezed the life out of her in a hug. 

“POR QUE TE AMO MAMI.” She smiled and rolled her eyes in your direction, making you laugh, wondering how either of you had tolerated him for so long. 

“Estoy feliz que tu estas aqui, pero,” she said moving away from him and pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m happier your here to take him away when I get annoyed.” You laughed and hugged her back. 

“Mami!?” 

“It’s true,” she said and shrugged. 

“Chris!! Estas aqui!?” Suddenly the patter feet of four kids came running down the hallway to attack Chris at his feet. 

“My favorite cousins! Ven acá!” He crouched down to hug all of them. 

“Perfecto, Chris, entertain them while (Y/N), and I finish up in the kitchen,” she said to him and his fan club, “hopefully, they’ll tire each other out and we both get an easy night,” she whispered to you. You laughed and smiled at Chris already on the floor playing with the kids. Safe from being picked in tag, you and his mom were in the kitchen moving the various dishes into ceramic containers to be placed on the table. “So, como estas? Are you good? Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry we haven’t been over in a while. Chris’ schedule plus mine has been so hectic, but I promise we’ll make more time.” 

“That’s all I want, both of you around more. Hadn’t seen you in so long, I almost thought Chris did something stupid and you broke up with him, but he just didn’t want to tell me.” You laughed because that was far from the truth. Finally, things were going well, and you were just taking the time to bask in it before another tour or rumor mill ruin everything.

“Chris? Doing something stupid? Never,” you said sarcastically, causing both of you to laugh. Chris looked up from whatever game he was playing, losing interest because he forgot all the made-up rules. Seeing you and his mom made his heart do a weird thing he’s never felt before. He’s not sure if it’s what everyone is talking about when they brag about their love life. He knows he loves his mom. He knows he loves his family, his band, his fans, but he doesn’t know what to compare what he feels to because he’s never felt this before.  Sure he’s had girlfriends and women he’s said he loved, but he doesn’t even begin to know how to process what he feels. How does he even ask the guys about this when he doesn’t fully understand himself. All he’s sure of is seeing you with his mom makes him feel comfortable like this is how everything should always be.

“Chris! You’re not even trying!” they all shouted at him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Lo siento, let’s start over.” More of the Velez family started to trickle into the home as the night went on, everyone running on their own version of Miami time. 

“Dale, todos estan aqui! Vamos comer!” This was your favorite part. Everyone was around the table just happy to be connected. Plates were passed and drinks were poured, it only took seconds for the family to make you feel like you belonged. A Velez party lasts till the last person leaves, but that rule did not apply for kids. 

“Bueno, niños, es hora de irse a la cama!” They all groaned and quickly ran to hide behind Chris. 

“Chris isn’t going to bed yet!”

“Yeah, he’s still awake, and you call him a kid all the time!” 

“Hey!” Chris whined at the comment. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Chris isn’t going to bed because Chris is helping clean up.” The look on his face was priceless. 

“Qué estoy haciendo?!” He asked confused, which only made the kids giggle more. He was about to protest until his mom shot him “the look” that everyone knows so well, shutting him up immediately. “Sorry, queiro jugar pero I still have to listen to my mom too,” he explains before slumping over exaggeratedly, like washing a dish was the biggest chore in the world.  

“What if while Chris is stuck doing chores,” you proposed to the kids while sticking your tongue out at Chris, “I read you a story before bed?”  

“Yes!”

“Sí!”

“Vamos!” They all agreed, already pulling on your hands and forcing you towards their room.

“Wow, replacing me como eso? Pensé que estoy tus favorito?”

“You’re only our favorite when (Y/N) isn’t here.” The look of hurt flashed across his face only made them burst into more giggles. 

“Mean!” he said before stomping out of the room, sure to whip back around the corner and shoot you a wink, mouthing “thank you” before he truly left.

“Vamos! Let’s read!” you said, letting them guide you to their room. Once inside, each of them ran to pick out their favorite book and jump into bed, vigorously patting their side waiting for you to join them. 

“Me first! Quiero esto!” she said holding up a big, red book with “Los Tres Cerditos” plastered across it. All the kids listened carefully as you started. 

“Érase una vez que había una mamá cerda que tenía tres cerditos. Ella los amaba mucho, pero no había suficiente comida para alimentarlos, así que los cerditos tuvieron que ir a buscar su suerte.”  You could see their eyes drooping as you got to the end of each book, their bodies sinking further and further into their comforters. You were about to get up and sneak out until you were caught. 

“We’re not--,” a small voice interrupted itself with a yawn, “tired yet.” You laughed to yourself before turning around and sitting on one of their beds.

“No estás cansada? I read all the stories you pick out; I’m out of books!” More yawns broke out as they all forced their eyes to stay open.

“You tell us a story.” You watched all three of them snuggle up, waiting for your voice to finally push them to sleep. 

“Vale, how about a poem this time? Algo que mi papá siempre leía a mi mamá, luego me leyó?” Far too tired to speak, they all nodded their heads and waited for you to start. You took a second to make sure you remembered all the words, and you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the footsteps coming towards the door. “Querido amor, llenas mi vida de color. Esa dulce sonrisa que a mis ojos hipnotiza. Hizo que me enamorara de ti muy aprisa.” A soft smile covered all the kids faces, including Chris who had made himself comfortable at the door, leaning in quietly to eavesdrop. “Cuando cercas de mi estas tu corazón. Mi corazon tus pasos siente cuando siempre estas presente. Es tan fuerte este amor que siempre esta en mi mente. Nuestro amor vence barreras que es tan valiente. Nuestro amor vence barreras que es tan valiente. Tu eres mi gran ilusion a mi petences y en mis sueños amaneces.” After hearing you were done, Chris slipped out of the room and waited by the door. You beamed at all the kids who were fast asleep. You waited a minute watching their chests rise and fall before you went to get up. You closed the door quietly before being attacked by your boyfriend.  You were about to scream before he slapped his hand around your mouth. 

“Nena, relájate. Están durmiendo,” he said laughing a little to himself.

“You scared me! I thought you were doing dishes!” He rolled his eyes and pulled you away from his room. 

“I was, pero I wanted to check on you. So I came just in time to hear your little poem.” His smirked caused you to blush, finally realizing the footsteps meant he heard the whole thing.

“Chrissss,” you whined burying your face into his neck.

“Aye, mi amor, don’t get shy on me now.” If you could see him, you would’ve seen him looking down at you with so much love and pride, he didn’t even know what to do with it. “Quiero decir gracias, porque you didn’t have to help me out with them or read each of them a story.” That made you look up and him and he shot you a shy grin. “Ok maybe I was listening in for a while but anyway. I love that about you, how you’re always willing to help me or my family like they’re you’re own, and carajo…” he trailed off, forcing you to pull away and keep eye contact.

“Chris--”

“I love you.” He blurted it out so the feelings didn’t stay trapped inside him. “It might be early or whatever, but I love you, and I’ve thought it for a while now pero I didn’t know if I was sure, but I know now. You are the just the fucking best thing in my life right now. Even my cousins like you more than me! But we’ll talk about that later. Just,” he looked away and laughed softly, trying to cover up how vulnerable he felt right now. “Thank you for dealing with me and my craziness and my family and me going on tour and the boys and I could go go on forever, but want to go home and hold you, mi amor.”

“Aww, Chris!” you gushed.

“And maybe some sexy stuff,” he added. 

“I’m in love with an idiot.”

“SI MAMI, VAMOS! MAMI WE’RE LEAVING!”

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@undeadspazzattack inspired me to make this meme ily HAHA

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Reaction To You Crying

Richard

You were fighting so you stormed into your room and locked the door because you wanted to be alone

He was angry and let you run off. 

Makes himself food but when you’re alone you break down

FULL SOBS

The second he hears his head snaps to the door of the room

Drops his plate on the table and runs to the door

Doesn’t know what to do at first

He knocks 

“Shawty, open up.”

Just makes you sob harder

“Baby please.”

His voice is soft because he regrets everything that made you cry in the first place

You eventually open the door and go back to laying on the bed

He lays with you, puts your head on his chest and runs his hands through your hair to soothe you

“I’m sorry baby. Please don’t be upset.”

Erick

You were watching a sad video online - something random like a dad coming back from the military and surprising his kids.

Erick was scrolling on his phone next to you

You tried to hide it but there you were tears silently falling from your eyes

He looks at you and notices but it’s so brief he moves his head to get a better look but you try to hide it

“Cariño?”

“Mmm?”

“Baby are you crying?” he is full of concern

You just cover your face in a pillow

“I’m just watching sad videos.” you laugh

He can’t help but laugh at you

“I was so worried and you’re just making yourself cry.” 

Rolls his eyes but he actually finds it endearing 

hugs you until you stop crying

Joel

Comes home from tour and finds you crying

Freaks out and drops all his bags so he can hug you

“Bubba what’s wrong?”

“You’re back?” you get excited and hug him

“Yeah but why are you crying?”

You turn red and point to the TV

You were watching videos of him on tour

“I made you cry?”

“I just missed you and I thought you were coming back later today and I just missed you so much.”

“You said that twice.” he would laugh but feel guilty that being away makes you feel like this.

So he would just keep you close

Spends the night making it up to you

Zabdiel

You and your best friend were fighting

Your family kept saying things like “fuck her.” “she’s a shit friend anyway!” but they thought it would make you feel better

it didn’t

Zabdiel noticed the tears coming before they came so he wrapped you in his arms

Felt protected af because he was so big and like having him engulf you made you feel so safe

“Mi amor, give it a few hours and everything will be okay.” “It’s a silly fight, you both know it.”

Instantly you feel calm, he pulls away and to make you laugh licks your tear away that’s falling down your cheek

“Zabdiel!” you laugh wiping your cheek

“Made you smile!” he sticks his tongue out wiggling it a little 

Chris

You’re watching a sad movie

You’re a crier so he knows it’s going to make you emotional

As soon as something remotely sad happens he turns to you to check on you

It isn’t until the very end that you start crying

“Aw baby girl, I knew this would happen.” 

WIPES YOUR TEARS AWAY WITH HIS THUMBS

“Mi amor, come on. It’s just a movie.” he holds his laughter in

“It’s just so sad.”

“Why did you say we should watch it then?” 

keeps laughing and wiping your tears as they fall

like he wants to catch them before they fall to far down your face.

hates seeing you cry

loves looking after you though

“Should we watch something funny now? Will that help?”

You nod and pass him the empty popcorn bowl

“I’ll make more baby girl.” 

Makes you laugh as he dances to the microwave 

Keeps dancing like an idiot

starts thrusting and winking

You blush and forget you were crying but he just keeps going because he loves to hear you laugh

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Confession

Request: Hi! 😃 Could you write about Chris confessing his love to you? ❤️

This was requested by @h-bea92

I hope you like it love 🥰❤️

“Nena! I can’t find my razor! Do you know where it is?” Chris yelled from his bathroom. You were currently at Chris’ place getting ready for a night out with the boys. They wanted to take you out to celebrate your promotion you got at your job. Chris was supposed to pick you up from home and then drop you back after but he decided that it would be a better idea for you to get ready at his place and just spend the night after the club.

“Really Chris? Did you look with your eyes closed?” You asked while picking up the razor from literally right in front of him. “You know, sometimes I really wonder what you would do if you didn’t have me in your life.”

“Nena, si yo no tengo ti, me moriré.” He replied with a little smirk on his cute face.

“Ha ha. Very clever. Now hurry up! We have to meet up with the boys in half an hour!”

Even though you knew it was a joke you really couldn’t help the fact that your heart skipped a beat at his statement. Little did you know that he meant every word he said. Chris has always had a crush you from the minute he first laid eyes on you. However, that crush turned into something bigger the longer he was around you. He had fallen in love with you and there was nothing he could do about it. He would never actually tell you how he felt because he doesn’t want to lose the amazing friendship the two of you have.

“Okay nena, estás lista?” Chris asked while walking out of his room, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt.

“Boy I’ve been ready for the past 15 minutes!” You said while getting up from the couch, walking toward the door. Chris finally looked up at you and to say he was speechless would be an understatement. You wore a beautiful, black, wrap detail bodycon dress with some cute heels.

When you got to the door you turned around to see Chris just standing there staring at you. You instantly blushed but quickly hid your face so he wouldn’t notice.

“Hey take a picture. It’ll last longer!” You said with a giggle. Chris immediately collected himself and started laughing along with you. “Okay! Okay! Let’s go. We’re already late.” He said while ushering you out the door.

You both finally made it to the club where you met up with the rest of the boys. “Wow, you guys finally made it. We thought you bailed on us.” Richard laughed and gave you both quick hugs. The rest of the boys following suit.

“Okay let’s get this party started!” Chris said while walking up to the bar to order some drinks.

You spent most of the night drinking and dancing with the boys. While dancing with the boys your feet had began to hurt. You informed the boys and then decided to head to the bar to take a seat.

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing sitting all alone at the bar?” Said a random voice from behind you. You quickly turned around on the bar stool to be greeted by a very handsome guy. He wasn’t as handsome Chris but he still was attractive. You decided to flirt back with this attractive stranger.

About 10 minutes had gone by since you told the boys you were going to sit down and Chris hasn’t seen you since. He quickly looked in the direction of the bar to see you laughing with the attractive stranger. He instantly got jealous. He was supposed to be the only one to make you laugh like that. He was about to walk up to the both of you and split up whatever was going on over there but then he remembered that you weren’t his. He had no right to go over there and stop you from having a good time with a guy who you might like. So he sucked it up and just stayed on the dance floor with the rest of the boys.

After about 20 minutes of your conversation with the attractive stranger, whose name you learnt to be Adam, you decided to get back to the boys. So you told Adam goodbye and made your way to the boys who were still on the dance floor. Adam had asked you to go over to his place but you politely declined his offer. He was a nice guy, but he was no Chris.

“So how was your conversation with Mr. handsome over there?” Richard asked with a smirk. You laughed and responded, “It was okay, but he’s not really my type.”

“Well good cause he wasn’t even that handsome anyway.” Chris said and we all couldn’t help but laugh at him.

You spent another hour with the boys until you all felt like it was time to leave. You gave each of the boys a hug goodbye and then you and Chris drove back to his apartment. During the drive back to his place, Chris couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was that you decided to leave with him instead of Mr. handsome. He realized then that he had to shoot his shot before he loses his chance with you. Even if it meant losing the friendship you two had.

“You were pretty quiet on the way back home. Is everything okay?” You asked Chris while locking the door behind you.

“Yea, everything is okay.” He responded quiet hesitantly.

“No it’s not. Come on Chris tell me what’s bugging you. You know you can tell me anything.” You said while dragging him to the couch. You both sat next to each other, turning slightly to be able to look at each other.

“Okay I have a confession to make. But I don’t want it to ruin what we already have. Promise me that after I tell you what I have to say that you’ll still be here. With me. That you won’t leave.” He said with a shakey voice. “Hey, relax. I promise I won’t leave. I’ll never leave.”

“Okay, so.... I’m in love with you.” He just blurted out. You were shocked to say the least. Never in a million years would you have thought that Christopher Velez would be in love with you.

“Are you really?” You asked still completely shocked about the whole situation.

“Yes! I really am. I’m in love with you Y/N! I always have been and I always will be. Please tell me you feel the same.” He said with all the hope in his eyes. You didn’t know how to speak so you gave your response by giving him the most romantic, passionate kiss you could muster hoping that it showed all the feelings you had for him. When you both pulled away you both had the biggest smiles on your faces.

“I knew I was making a right decision when I turned Adam down.” You said with a quick laugh. Chris laughed along with you and pulled you into a hug. He really felt like the luckiest man in the world at that moment.

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[ninetyninedays]

An edit I made of Zabdi that I posted on my twitter! Song: 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps

[dolcenco]

Why Don't You Come Here And Make Me?

Pairing: Christopher Velez x Fem! Reader

Words: 2.2k

Warning: Soft smut; mentions of body insecurity

S/n: Here's a fic no one asked for but I really wanted to write when I was struck with inspiration when I hoarded panties from a VS and Cotton On outlet store during my Australia Trip (hi mutuals from Australia, pls adopt me) IT'S MY ABSOLUTE DREAM TO LIVE THERE, I JUST LOVE THE SCENIC VIEWS, GOOD FOOD AND THE PEOPLE AAAH

Note: I might've projected some of my few insecurities I have had been feeling lately, fair warning.

But on with this small fic with Chrissy poo.

***

"I so do not regret getting this."

A smile crept up your lips as you stood in front of a full-length mirror in your new bombshell set, admiring how it fitted splendidly on you like a glove. 

You just had come from a VS outlet store shopping spree near the hotel you were checked in at with your boyfriend. As soon as you found out they were having a good-ass sale, you did not hesitate to hoard the shit out of the store.

Peeling off the underwear, you picked up the next one from the pile spread out on the bed and slipped it on but regretted it instantly when you saw your reflection.

Frankly, you didn't like the way it made your body looked and suddenly made you feel insecure, causing the smile from awhile ago to fade.

Just when you were about to take it off, you felt hands gripped your waist, and a chin rested on top of your shoulders with a pair of warm brown eyes staring at yours in the reflection.

"I love this on you," Christopher whispered into your ear, his hands caressing your sides.

You shook your head with a frown. "I hate it. Makes my tummy look...I don't even wanna look at it."

Embarrassed, your hands began covering it, but Christopher lightly slapped yours off and replaced them with his own, caressing your tummy softly.

"Why not? They're perfect, Nena." He kissed the top of your shoulders, "Especially when they make you smile."

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion until Christopher caught you by surprise when he started ticking your tummy.

"CHRIS STOP OH MY GOD." You squealed.

Laughter filled the room as your boyfriend continued tickling your sides until you grabbed his fingers tightly and pulled them away from you.

Panting, you felt Christophers' arms wrapped around your waist and pressed your body further to his before nuzzling into your neck and heard him inhaled deeply.

"There's no need to be insecure about, Mami. I love you either way." with a final soft peck to your cheek, he lets go of you but not before giving your ass a small smack.

You jumped and glared at him through the mirror, "Hurry up and finish your fitting."

He plopped down on the bed behind you like a smile formed on your lips when you gazed back at your reflection.

For once, maybe you should listen to your boyfriend. You were indeed lucky to have been with a man who loved you with no reservation while you were still figuring out how to accept your body and love yourself just how Christopher loved you.

After posting his Instagram story for the day, Christopher peered over his phone to watch you pose and adjust the straps of the bra of your set. He bit his lips, and his eyes raked up and down your body.

He really loved that bombshell set of bra and panties on you.

He snapped a photo of you and whistled, "Damn, Mamita, you'd have Kendall and Gigi a run for their money."

You snorted, "Shut up, Velez."

"It's true, Mami! C'mon gimme your best VS Angel pose."

You turned back to him with your palms out pressed under your chin with your lips puckered out as if giving him an air kiss. He snapped a photo and made it his home screen. He'd like to make it his lock screen but decided against it because you in that bombshell outfit was for his eyes only.

With a final look-over, you decided to proceed with the final set and turned to look for the underwear. But when your eyes scan the bed from where you last saw it, the lace materials were nowhere to be found.

You were looking under the covers when Christopher spoke, "Looking for this?"

Looking up, Christopher had the lacey fabric around his fingers with a mischievous glint his eyes.

You huffed and held your hand out, palm up. "Can I have it, please?"

Chris pretended to think it over then shook his head, "Lemme think...no."

His refusal to comply with your request and the playful smirk on his face made you think that you didn't have a boyfriend....you had a child.

Frowning, you wiggled your fingers with an open palm. "Chris, por favor."

Your attempt to be stern was ineffective by the way Chris held his smile and continued to thread the lacey fabric around his fingers.

"Why don't you come here and make me, preciosá?"

His challenge flickered an idea in front of your vision. You did not hesitate to play along with his game.

With a smirk to match his, you leaned forward and pressed your hands on the crisp sheets of the bed, chest out.

Christopher's eyebrows raised when you started to crawl on top of him. You bit your lip when your face inched closer to him and lifted a hand to reach for the lacey panties. Christopher leaned closer and peered at you under his half-lifted lids, his lips gently touching yours.

Just when the lacey fabrics were almost at your reach, Christopher suddenly threw it across the room, and before you could react, he captured your cheeks and kissed your lip.

You smiled into the kiss when Christopher pulled away to looked at you lovingly as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

" Tu. Eres. hermosa." He pecked your lips in between words then finally connected your lips again. His words were filled with so much awe and love that it erupted a fluttering sensation in your tummy.

Swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, Chris granted you access as he dropped his hands from your cheeks to your waist, sliding down your hips and finally reached the back of your thighs to pull you up to straddle his lap.

A groan buzzed from his throat as he felt you rolled your hips against his growing member. He bit your lips, causing a moan to sound and dug his finger into the skin of your hips.

You pulled away and sat up as you continued to grind your hips, against him. You splayed your hands over his clothed chest and focused your attention on how red, plump his lips were. As if on cue, Christopher bit his bottom lip admiring the view on top of him.

You looked so fucking perfect, and Chris thought it was surreal that he loved a person as beautiful as you.

"Y'know, I'm lucky to have you, right?" He spoke, voice husky as he caressed your sides and trailed hand to move on your tummy, gently sliding them pass the band of your brand, touching the valley of your breast before pulling back.

"I'm lucky-er, Velez. " You smiled before your lips dived for a kiss again. With a final squeeze on your butt cheek, he flipped you both over with Chris finally on top.

Christopher drank in the sight of you. Your hair was spread perfectly on the pillows and your skin glowing from the beams of a golden hour just made you absolutely perfect.

Christopher eased himself in between your legs, nestling on your aching entrance. With the support of his arms not to crush you underneath him, he kissed you once again. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling yourself around him as he starts to trail kisses on your cheek, down your jaws then left pepper kisses down your neck.

"Mhmm, baby." A mewl escapes your lips as he gently sucked the spot where your racing pulse was. Your fingers tugged on his hair and tilted your head to give him more access to your neck.

You whimpered when he proceeded to kiss down your neck. Chris lets out a groan when you lift your hips to create friction between your soaking entrance and his hard cock.

"Te amo tanta, Mami," Christopher whispered against your skin as he licked a stripe down the valley between your breast.

"Fuck, I love you." You were breathless by the time he peered the bra off you and grinned up to you when he saw your hardened bud.

You lip part in pleasure when you feel Christopher's hot mouth wrap around your nipple. He didn't forget about your other breast as he squeezed and kneaded them.

Sucking on your nipple softly, your fingers buried deeply in his hair as you push your chest closer to him.

With a final lick to your sensitive bud, he began to kiss your tummy and locked gaze with you as he made his way down.

"You're so fucking beautiful," A kiss to your skin. "So fucking amazing."

If it wasn't for Christopher's lips leaving magic on your skin, his words certainly made the butterflies flutter around your tummy.

Your body heated up with every kiss Christopher planted on your skin. He finally reached where you needed him the most.

Before he could proceed, you reached and grabbed his sweater from his back and helped him take it off, tossing it to the ground.

He positioned himself again back in between your legs. His lips tickled your inner thighs, causing a small giggle to tumble out your lips.

You let out a gasp when Christopher blew cold air on your aching clothed pussy, making you squirm when he finally pulled your underwear to the side.

He hooked your legs over his arms and started to lick your wet opening, his tongue lapping over your pussy.

"Fuck, baby." You moaned when he wrapped his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking and drawing circles around and around.

"You taste so good, Amor." He says against your drenched pussy, tasting your pleasurable juices. You held on to his strands of hair and tugged on it to keep him in place in between your legs.

After licking and thrashing his tongue inside you, a whimper fell of your lips when he pulled away. He looked down at you with your lacey bombshell set still on, and he has never seen anyone as gorgeous as you did.

Licking your juices off his lips causing you to moan under his intense gaze, you watch as he tugged on the lace of his joggers, pulling them off his legs and fishing out his wallet. He took the condom out, ripped and discarded the packet before rolling it on his stiffened cock.

He noticed you reaching to take off your panties but stopped you mid-way.

"I wanna fuck you with those on, baby." You draw in your hands back, and Chris positioned himself in between your legs.

You cried out his name when he teased your wet lips with the tip of his dick.

It wasn't long until Christopher eased himself inside you and buried his face at the crook of your neck.

"You feel so good, mami, fuck.” He groaned when you clenched around him, adjusting to his size. Kissing your lips, you made contented sigh as you licked his tongue, and Christopher pushed his cock slowly in you.

“Fuck, Chris.” you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure as he moved in and out of you.

Moans filled the hotel room as you marveled in the pleasure Chris was giving you. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts. He started to hear grunt above you as he dug his fingers on your ass as he pounded in you.

You could feel the cold sting of his rings on your hot skin, and it was driving you crazy. He bent your legs toward your chest to rammed into you deeper. You fist the sheets as you felt your high bubbling at the pit of your core.

“Babe, I'm close.” You whimpered as Christopher continued to roll his hips against you.

“Let go, Bonita.” He grunts, and that’s what you did. You cried his name as you throw your head back as your vision goes white.

Not long until Chris followed after you. With a loud groan, he spilled himself into the condom before rolling off you and stood up to discard the used condom.

Once he was done, he joined you under the covers and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I fucking love you so much.” He whispered against your temple before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Te amo, babe.” You lazily responded, your eyes fluttering in contentment.

You went to sleep, loved, and cared by the man you were blessed to be with.

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Warnings: HAVE SAFE SEX THIS ISN'T SAFE SEX. USE A GOD DAMN CONDOM. BE ON THE PILL, GET A IUD, THE ARM INJECT THING IDC BUT HAVE SAFE SEX FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

A disclaimer: This is my original writing, don't be a puta  and copy it. I give no consent to anyone to repost my work so dont. 

Chris walked into the apartment, smiling ear to ear as he clutched a package from GameStop. His new game had just arrived right as he got home, making him feel like it’s Christmas all over again. He was dying for its release and arrival ever since the game’s release was announced. 

“Nena” he cheerfully called out right has he unlocked the door 

“In here” you called out from the common space

Your eyes were glued to the screen, as your hands flickered around the PS4 controller. You recently picked up on Chris’s hobby of playing video games and became addicted. Currently, you were playing Shadow of the Colossus completely taken over by the story and gameplay. Thumbs hitting the square and x as you held down R2, as your other hand moved around the control stick. You bit hard on your bottom lip as you set all your focus on the screen. Your character, Wander, darted around the arena as you tried to pinpoint how to defeat the Colossal in front of you. Chris leaned on the door frame as he grinned, watching you play. Your one leg was bent up, as the other was folded underneath the leg that was bent up. The black t-shirt you stole from Chris had ridden up in your position exposing your legs and baby pink underwear. Blood rushed to his cock, as his eyes trailed around your body. He could faintly see the bump of your nipples indicating you weren’t wearing a bra under his shirt. He began to crave you in all the sinful ways. It was a kink of Chris’ you, in nothing but his t-shirts. It was almost like a statement to him and everyone else that you were his and his alone. The way his clothes drowned your body, covering you in his cologne was so possessive. And as a bonus, you were barely wearing any clothes. 

His mind trailed off to the filthy things the two of you have done on that couch. From that one night after stumbling in drunk after a club accidentally breaking one of the couch legs from how hard and sloppily he fucked you. To the amount of times he's sat there in your spot playing Fortnite as you sucked him off. Your tongue gliding up his vein, as you make the cutest noises, before swirling around his tip tasting his precum-

"Chris?" you questioned, feeling his eyes glued to you as you climbed up the Colossus 

“What did I miss while I was gone?” Chris asked as he made his way to the couch, placing the package on the coffee table and kissed your cheek then making his way down to your neck

“I killed two Colossal’s” you stated as you quickly turned your head and pecked Chris’s lips “and I think I got this one” you grinned as you finally managed to strike a weak point

Chris ran his hands from your ankle down to your thigh. His lips, tongue, and teeth, creating a little reddish-purple mark under your ear. Bolts of electricity ran straight to your core as you could feel what he was doing to you. Chris toyed with the fresh skin he exposed as his fingers glided around the thin fabric. His other hand began to massage your other leg with hopes you would avert your attention back to him. With your leg that laid flat on the couch cushion, Chris's fingers focused on your inner thigh, knowing exactly what it does to you. Chris was dying to mark your inner thighs, have your hands wrapped around his hair begging for him to just give you more already. 

“Nena” he growled

“Chris” you responded as you muttered a shit as Wander fell off the Colossal

He grinned as he looked up to your face, noticing you bite down hard on your lower lip. A sign you were struggling to pay attention to what was ahead of you.

“Nena pause the game,” Chris demanded

You grinned as you were reminded of how many times you’ve been in his position. 

Chris playing the same game for eight hours straight, giving you the least bit of attention. Your pussy beating to its own pace begging for his touch. His lips, his filthy words, his grabby hands, his cock. Countless times you’d climb up behind him, pressing your breasts against his shoulders and nape as you’d wrap your arms around his torso whining for him to take a break. Occasionally trailing your hand down to his member, palming it through his sweatpants in hopes he would just take you on the couch. Or how you'd crawl between his legs thirsty for him, palming his member before pulling his pants down and going to work. Your fingers holding his thighs so tight as you'd bury his throbbing cock inch by inch. You specifically remember that one time where Chris just pulled you onto his lap, and let you use him for your own pleasure 'since you're that needy nena dale'. How occasionally if you'd make him mess up by how tightly you'd clench him or how much you'd just start teasing his cock he would roughly thrust up into you making your breasts bounce roughly and pull a loud moan out of you. 'You like that nena? They just killed me and I was so close to the end' But you definitely remembered how he’d always answer not yet, then get hooked on the next part of the game leaving you untouched for hours. 

Well, this was your turn to playfully give him a piece of his own medicine. 

"Mmm Chris I don't know I'm almost done beating this" you smirked as you lured the Colossal towards you, waiting for the right moment to shoot an arrow in its eyes

"Nena" he whined as he moved the shirt up toying with your side, thumb sliding along your stomach “Don’t you wanna feel good?”

"I'll feel good after I kill this fucker" you teased

 He kissed the weakest spots on your neck as he massaged your inner thigh and cupped your breast. Your breathing hitched as more pleasure began to pool at your core.

“Nena I need you,” he pouted as he rolled and pulled your hardened nipple between his fingers 

The cold contrast of his rings against your warm skin sent a shiver down your spine as your walls clenched around nothing. Your back instinctively arched against his touch making him groan at your reaction.

“Chris I need to beat this” you let out a small giggle as you could already tell the look on his face 

"Mira que cerca estoy" you pouted as you climbed back onto the Colossal and gave it one last harsh jab to its weak point, killing it "aye look" you cheered for yourself as Chris moved over to your other breast 

"Okay, now nena?" He gave you his big doe eyes as you locked eyes with him

"I don't know I mean the next Colossal is calling my name Papi" you innocently said as you batted your lashes

He furrowed his eyebrows as he pounced on top of you. 

"Nena" he growled as you giggled 

His hands firmly held your waist as yours latched onto his hair dropping the controller on the ground. He kissed your lips hungrily as you wrapped your legs around his waist whining out as you felt his boner firmly press against you. His hands slowly traveled down past your navel and teased your cloth slit. 

“Fuck nena” he groaned as your juices soaked through the fabric

“Don’t tease or I’ll go back fighting Colossals” you warned as you broke off the kiss to leave your own marks on his porcelain skin

Chris wasted no time teasing you as the last thing he wanted was your attention to leave him. He grabbed your panties and pushed them to the side as he massaged your clit, drawing your favorite pattern. Your hips bucked and back arched as you gripped his bicep.

“Chris!” you cried out as he slid two digits inside you and curled them right into your g-spot

He pumped as quickly as he could feeling his cock begin to throb. Chris couldn’t take it anymore and had to be inside you. He pulled out and quickly moved his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. Your moans faded into screams as he flipped you over and rammed inside you. 

“Holy Shit hermosa you’re so tight,” he grunted

Skin relentlessly smacked against itself as Chris grabbed onto your waist. You yelped as his hand came flying down on your ass. He kneaded the flesh before repeating three times. 

“Chris!” You moaned out as your eyes rolled back 

He angled his hips slightly hitting right into your g-spot with every thrust. Your hands reached out and grabbed the arm rest and side of the couch with all your force. 

“More” you whined out 

“Mas?” He grinned as he slid his hand down and massaged your clit. 

Your moans increased as he doubled your pleasure. Chris pressed his chest against your back as he grabbed your hair and nipped your neck, adding on a few more marks. Your chest pressed further into the cushion as he kept your ass held up. Your breathing trapped inside your lungs by every thrust. Your toes curled as you felt a buildup of pleasure. 

“Don’t stop” you practically said inaudibly

Walls fluttering around him, squeezing his shaft tightly, pulling him closer to his own high as you got closer and closer to yours. His balls swelled up in his seed as he gave you a few more rhythmic thrusts. Him twitching inside you, throbbing and ready to cum was all you needed for your knot to snap and for your juices to come flying out. 

“Christopher!” you cried out at the top of your lungs

Your thighs violently shook around him as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. 

“Fuck” Chris groaned as your juices nicely coated his cock

He wasn’t far behind you, with one last hard thrust getting as deep inside you as possible he released his white juices deep inside you. Chris moaned out and you moaned out with him as you felt yourself being stuffed to the brim. You both paused, catching your breath before you moved your hips, pulling him out and quickly shoving him to sit down on the couch. You picked up the controller and straddled his lap with your face towards the television. You smirked as you buried him back inside you, feeling him push around his previous load. 

“Now why don't you do that again as I keep playing” you grinned as you turned your torso slightly and pecked his lips

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@loveliveswithin “sweet ann! may i request a gamer boy!au (with boy of your choosing) smut? 💖” 

@just-another-cnchoe​ It wont let me tag the main (idk if you took it down but I finally finished jdfkjsdhfd)

[miericksongo]

Ladies' Man // R.Y.C.P. Blurb

This has been in my drafts forever haha so please enjoy!

warnings: brief mentions of clubbing, sex, and cheating

©2019-2021 Miericksongo

It’s no secret that Richard Camacho was a ladies man. He loved clubbing, flirting at every chance he got, and had quite a few hookups. After all, he was part of the world’s biggest Latin boy band, CNCO. So obviously, there was always going to be a lot of people vying for even the slightest bit of his attention. Richard was totally keen with that. Living his dreams while getting laid and loosened up.

Now, Richard wasn’t looking for commitment. Yes, he had been in a few long-term relationships before, but they either ended up in cheating, unreconcilable conflict, or him just not feeling it anymore. Besides the obvious touring issues that made it harder to have one, he also had family to take care of and spend time with, too. But that all changed when he met Y/N.

Y/N and Richard first met at an upscale diner in Miami. Him being with his CNCO crew, and her with a group of friends. As Richard was browsing the menu, he heard some chatter. Curious as to what it was, but not wanting to seem nosy, he lifted his head, intending to keep it up not for long. But, once Richard saw you, he knew he was screwed. Not only did he think you were beautiful on the outside, but you just had this aura that made him go nuts. From the way you softly laughed and smiled, to how intently you were focusing on what your friend was saying. Although already skipping, his heart picked up when he noticed that he could clearly see you from his spot. Therefore making a move would be easier if, Richard thought, he was even brave enough to. He snapped back into reality when the waiter came to take orders.

Y/N didn’t notice Richard until she overheard a conversation at his table, not too far away. She decided to brush it off at first. “Oye Richuki, ¿a quién estás mirando?”, perked some young guy next to him. The faded blonde replied, “Esa chica ahí, pero don’t say anything Erick.” Huh? Were they talking about you or one of your friends? Ignoring him, the one named Erick says semi-loudly, but enough for you to hear, “Ooh... Richuki está enamorado.” This “Richuki” guy started to blush. Your Spanish was limited, but you knew that Erick said the other guy was in love. Over at their table, Richard tried to quiet his whooping friends down, but not in time as you waved and smiled his way, causing them to cheer even louder, eventually garnering the attention of your friends. You guys eventually exchanged numbers and, as the cheesy saying goes, the rest is history.

[tristebrujilda]

this fanfic i wrote literally just came from me daydreaming about: what if i end up on the other side of the world in a blink with no idea how i got there aND EVERYTHING PROGRESSED AFTER THAT pretty self-indulgent if u ask me but it's one of the best ideas i've ever came up with. still unfinished but i post chapters almost every two weeks 😍😍😍 might even come up with a spotify playlist for it soon