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wet dreams

katsuki’s never done this before.

cw: 18+, minors dni, they be fuckin dick n pussy style, f!reader

note: yes thank you jcole for this, completely inspired by that song.

bakugou katsuki is a virgin. it’s not something he talks about often and he’s not in conversations where his sex life comes up in public so he can’t blame you for not knowing he is. in fact, you believe he’s a pro of some sorts. he’s strong, sexy, smart, you wouldn’t believe he was a virgin. how could he be looking like that? but then again he would have thought the exact same thing about you if you didn’t tell him first.

after a few cute text messages back and forth, a whole load of flirting, him telling you things he’d wanna do to you and you’re being oh so agreeable, texting back “i want you to show me.”

leading up to it, he’s low-key embarrassed to admit he’s actually a virgin and he’s stressed the fuck out. you’re texting him excited because you’ve planned to finally do it this saturday. “my parents aren’t home for the weekend so come whenever you want :)” and all he’s got to say is, “yeah baby sounds like a plan.”

when katsuki walks into your bedroom, you’re pretty and eager. in tiny pyjama shorts and a tight tank top that makes your tits look plush. you stand right under his nose, palm on his chest as you brush your lips against his jaw, “you needa take care of me ‘ki. i don’t want it to hurt.” you lay soft kisses across his jaw, ducking into his neck and katsuki’s chest feels like a tsunami. your touch feels so good, his dick is getting hard in his underwear and he’s overthinking everything. do guys get hard just from kisses? hurt? is he going to hurt you? what if you cry? what if he comes too quick?

but he wants to take care of you, he wants your first time to be with him. he smoothes his hands under your tank at the skin of your waist. he starts to massage you, ducking down to squeeze at your ass, “course i’ll take care of you baby. treat you like a princess like you deserve.”

you glance up like a puppy. round glossy eyes and parted lips that he’s begging to the gods that he doesn’t bust right there. your arousal is evident, fuck, he feels like he can smell it in the room. “like i deserve?”

“fuck, yeah baby,” and your first kiss of the night is shared. he pecks your lips, a little awkwardly he thinks, only touches half your lips and the rest on your cheeks but your smile right after shows you don’t think it is. you slide your hands up to his neck and he sighs, a fluttering high pitched one that makes him feel embarrassed. it doesn’t help you giggling afterwards.

“don’t laugh,” he huffs with a frown, bending forward so both your noses are brushing against each other. “gotta sensitive neck.” something he only realised today.

“sorry, ‘ki. guess it won’t be too bad if i…,” you stand on your tiptoes and lay little wet pecks on his cheek then covering his neck.

like the whore he is, he stretches his neck and moans. bakugou moans unlike he’s ever moaned before. the moan travels from the deepest pit of his gut, into his lungs and almost erupts like a volcano. you’re not even touching his dick yet, and he’s moaning like he’s buried deep inside you. he doesn’t feel this hot burn in his chest when he masturbates in his bedroom. is this supposed to feel this good? just kisses on his neck? but it isn’t just anything, it feels like everything. your hands are sneaking up his shirt and he didn’t mean to but one of his thighs is slotted between both your legs. he can feel the heat from your pussy and he’s not sure if it’s his mind playing tricks on him but he swears it’s a little damp on his thigh now.

“do you like that?” you whisper, and fuck, apparently your cute little voice can be drenched in seduction making his dick strain against the zipper of his jeans.

he grunts and he hopes you know he’s agreeing, “love it baby, fuckin’—.” and he snaps out of it, flicking his head down to meet your eyes.

you stop at the abruptness of his movements, insecurity sneaking into your eyes as you drop back down on the balls of your feet.

“sorry did i—.”

“this is about you darlin’, not me,” he splutters, sliding his forearm under your ass to pick you up and you squeal, tightening your arms and legs around his body.

heat smothers your lower half at the fluidity of his movements. how easily he picked you up, like you weigh nothing to him to even how he held the back of your head when he rests you back on your bed. then he pulls up from you, sliding his hands down your waist, your bare thighs till he’s back to his full height.

bakugou stares down at you. if not for the fact his immense size over you should terrify you, the massive tent in his jeans actually might end up wrecking you. but his stare becomes softer, the hot arousal swimming in his ruby pupils turning possessive and… ambitious?

“‘ki, i know you’re a pro but you need to be gentle,” you nervously smile, sitting up on your forearms to pull your top over your head, your nipples stiffening with the brush of cold air. katsuki moans audibly, your hand reaching up to palm at his bicep and your calf brushes at his waist.

“you’re gonna kill me baby,” he mutters, bending down to press timid kisses to your breasts, nibbling a little around the sides.

he feels your throat tightening at his touch, your fingers sneaking up to rake through his hair. “oh… oh my… katsuki, i…” you tremble out, a sharp inhale when he takes one breast whole in his mouth to suck.

if bakugou was being honest here, he wasn’t sure what he was doing. he was using his hands to feel how you were reacting and every nibble had your leg pulling him even closer to you. your back arched at every suck and you sounded angelic, “katsuki, you’re doing so… feels so good.”

and he lets go of your breast with a pop, his lips wet and your breast shiny. “you’re beautiful. y’know that, right? a fuckin’ angel on earth.”

you’re already feeling overwhelmed. your first time topless in-front of a boy, hornier than you’ve ever been in your life and he’s being so sweet, almost romantic how he strokes his thumb against your hip and pecks your cheek. you don’t think you’d even have the words to say thank you so you just tug the hem of his t-shirt.

“take it off,”

“anythin’,”

it’s like an advert, a french cologne one or an underwear one. the masculine way he takes the corner of his top and yanks it off with one swoop. the sweet strong smell of him taking over your bedroom. bakugou katsuki is gorgeous. you almost feel grateful you’re one of the lucky girls he lets see him like this.

“and your jeans. off… please,”

bakugou laughs, a harsh fluttering one that tickles your insides. he hopes you like how he looks. how amateur is that? he feels like he’s a regressed a little, just a boy hoping a pretty girl thinks he’s handsome. so after embarrassingly hopping on one foot to yank off his jeans, another giggle leaving your bruised lips making his dick harden even more now there was no constrictions, he kneads your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

you both have your underwear on and you both can clearly see the patch of wetness in his boxers and your panties. he was massive. just like you thought and you swear he was growing the longer you looked at him. the room slid into a silence for a moment. just you both admiring both of your bodies, how close you both were if you removed your underwear.

bakugou cleared his throat, your eyes flicking away from his tight black underwear to his glowing pupils. was he staring at you for too long? wouldn’t any honest man stare at you as long as he did?

“so d’you like what you see?”

instantly, he regrets what he said. he hopes it comes out cocky, like he’s expecting you to say yes instead of slimy with insecurity. though immediately you nod, a cute little hum that makes you rub your lips together and shuffle even closer to him that his dick is pressing between your legs. pressing against your pussy.

“yes. you’re so sexy,” and you glance away from him a second, like you’re nervous to admit something, “you make me wanna touch myself.” you bite down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as if to compose yourself.

“oh shit. fuck.” he wasn’t expecting you to say that.

“i’m gonna take your shorts off,” ask, idiot, “you gonna let me take them off?”

your eyes snap open, and you’re like dough, letting him do anything he asks. you nod, your lip still between your teeth. you’re so gorgeous.

holding his breath, katsuki grips the top of your shorts and pulls them down your legs. in his mind he’s going way too fast, he wants to feel the smooth curve of your ass, your supple thighs, your strong calves. in your mind he’s going way too slow, but you’re obsessed with how he’s looking at you. like he wants to bite, suck, taste every bit of you, his eyes low yet focused like he needs to commit every bit of you to memory. you want him now.

once your shorts are off, you’re now laying bare for him and your knees knock together to hide yourself from his desperate gaze. he makes no move to pull your knees apart, despite how much he’s dying to. instead, he just rests each hand on top of a knee and says, “can i see you princess? dyin’ to see you.” might as well be honest.

there probably wasn’t anything he could ask from you that you wouldn’t do. with a gentle breath, he can tell from the rise of your chest, you drag your knees apart.

and there you are.

his hands slide down your thighs, stopping right at your pussy lips. then a strangled, pained groan leaves his throat. you were wet, soaked in fact, strings of your own pleasure sticking from each side and there at the top was your cute little nub.

“you’re gonna make my dick fall off,” he mumbles so incoherently that you only half hear what he says though you make out the ending, a chuckle coursing through your veins.

“i’m ready for you, ‘ki.” you smile and it’s as if you’re glowing from the insides. your teeth white with your lazy grin and you already look fucked. eyes lovelost and bottom lip plump from his kisses.

“you don’t want me to eat you out? i wanna taste you baby,” he’s talking to your pussy at this point, his thumb brushing from your ass cheeks, pass your pussy to your clit. you’re a bundle of nerves, every part of you vibrating and reacting at his touch. you blink, realising what he just said.

eating you out? that’s an offer? you take a second to imagine what it would be like, his pretty face between your thighs, licking and gulping you down. pressing your wriggling hips down with one hand as he works you to an orgasm with only his mouth.

“next time, okay? wanna feel you inside me,”

as much as katsuki wants to bury his face in you, maybe even be suffocated by your thighs, he was the tiniest bit grateful he’d have some time to research before he went down on you. by research he might ask kaminari. or todoroki, who knows what he gets up to.

“next time then. i won’t forget that,” he straightens out with you, even levelling you with a glare and point of his finger that doesn’t match the sexy atmosphere at all. he wants to kick himself for that but your eyes widen at his playfulness before succumbing to a sweet giggle.

“promise. take off them off now,”

and idiotically, he follows your stare to his underwear, dropping his head down and gulping. fuck. it’s time. katsuki does what he does best, making it about you so he doesn’t worry about himself.

“no rush baby, i’m gonna be here all evening,” he jokes, and now he’s overthinking it, when does bakugou katsuki joke? so with one deep breath, he scrambles out his underwear, leaving his thick leaking cock to slap against his chest. he’s never been so hard in his life.

“oh my… that’s not gonna fit inside me, ‘ki,” you stammer. you look sorta scared of his extra limb, your eyes fearful though your fingers curious, reaching up on your forearms to touch him.

“if you touch me i’m gonna—,” he tries to warn but it’s too late. your tiny palm, much smaller than his, wraps around him tightly and he needs to brace himself forward for some stability.

“are you… do you usually get this hard?” you ask, following the pulsing thick veins that coat him and your pupils are glossy with curiosity now.

“only for… only for you, fuck,” he groans and he doesn’t mean to, he doesn’t even think he’s in control as his hips begin to thrust in your hand. you gasp as he does so, watching his body, his abs tightening and the clench of his jaw. katsuki drops his head in your neck and you can’t help the bloom of pride in the centre of your chest. you’re doing this to him. whatever you’re doing… is getting him like this.

he’s thrusting into your palm and you only wonder how he’d feel between your legs, inside you. the ridges and veins rubbing against your walls, every twitch and the pure masculine heat of him on top of you.

then you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist and his voice is muffled against your neck. “i’m not gonna fuckin’ last inside of you if we keep at this.”

you’re amazed at how he sounds like he does after a workout. he pulls away from your neck and a gush of wetness drips from between you. you clamp your legs together so he doesn’t notice the growing stain in your bedsheets. his blonde hair is tousled, messy and so fucking sexy. his cheeks are a breathless pink and his lips are parted, inching towards yours like he needs you to breathe.

he only means to peck you but you both keep getting lost in each other, forgetting what he came here to do. but this is part of the fun, right? after sucking on your tongue, he kisses away the string of spit and softly pushes you back down.

then he panics for a second, “fuck, lemme get a condom.”

after scrambling for his jeans on the ground he holds one up like won a prize. then you had the joy of watching bakugou rip a condom open with his teeth, pinch the top and roll the rest over his dick. this is how he practiced, those videos he watched before he came here and the night before.

“you’re so sexy.” you whisper and he realises how completely disconnected he is from you. lost in his head while you’re lost in him. he mentally punches himself.

“not as sexy as you baby,” he cheeses, placing his hands on your hips pulling your knees apart to see you again.

“i’m gonna take it slow, okay baby? gonna take my time on you. tell me if it’s too much.”

holding the base of his dick he easily finds your slippery hole. quickly, he rubs himself up and down you to lubricate himself before slowly pushing himself into you.

“there we fuckin’ go. good girl. my good girl,” he mutters, teeth gritted as an inch of him disappears inside of you. “fuck,” he groans the same time as you sharply inhale, your lower half tensing up.

“relax for me baby, it’ll feel better when you relax okay?” and he’s not sure where this reassurance comes from, he’s not sure if he’s even correct in what he’s saying but one of his thumbs come to rub at your hip and you’re so fucking tight around his tip he’s low-key proud he hasn’t nut yet.

“too much ‘ki, too much,” you whine, your hands grabbing at his shoulders to embrace him and once he bends down to get closer to you, he accidentally slides further into you.

“oh… oh shit… katsuki,” he looks between your squinted eyes to both of you connected. another inch inside.

“sorry baby, didn’t mean to. you’re doing good, so pretty under me,”

and he’s not sure how he does it but you open your eyes as his hand cups your cheek.

“pretty?”

he nods with a grunt, “pretty like a fuckin’ doll.”

like his compliment spurs you on, you shuffle under him, repositioning your back so your legs are in the air, “move… try move now.”

“y’sure?”

“mhm.”

and then he thrusts another two inches into you, analysing how your eyes flutter shut and your mouth gapes open. your nails scratch at his back as your hand grips a tuft of his hair.

“oh katsuki, oh my god.”

you’ve never felt so full in your life. this was different than your vibrator or your tiny dildo you’ve used on yourself for many nights in this same bed. this time youve got a real beating dick inside of you, filling you up it’s as if it’s tickling your throat. once you let the initial bodily surprise of him rush over you, you press a kiss to his neck.

“move ‘ki,”

and bakugou starts rocking into you, thrusting in and out slowly. he hopes he doesn’t mark you from how hard he’s gripping your hips but he’s trying, no, he needs to go slow for you. “you feel better princess?”

bakugou groans when your hips begin to rock back into his, slapping back into him with a loud pat pat pat in the air. holy shit, he was having sex, having sex with you.

“yes, feels good ‘ki. so full, like you’re e-everywhere.” you moan, tits jiggling with every thrust you both make.

your hand trails down your stomach, your two fingers landing on your clit and circling on it with practiced skill. “oh god, oh god.”

“not god, baby. ‘m katsuki,” he mumbles into your neck, picking up his pace and feeling your back arch underneath him.

once your hand speeds up between you both, you begin to clench down on him in sporadic times. you were unpredictable, squeezing tightly, coating him in your wet warmth. he understood now what everyone was talking about. why so many people were obsessed with sex. to have you below him, making the prettiest sounds, pussy soaked because of him. how could he not get addicted to this?

“‘ki, ‘ki i’m gonna, i think i’m gonna c-c—,”

“oh fuck, fuckin’, fuckin’ shit—,”

it was like a snowball falling down a mountain, first you were rolling down before falling into him and bringing him down with you.

reaching an orgasm on your own is something. but reaching one at the same time as someone else, being the cause of each others is in a whole different ball park. your body twitched and spasmed underneath him all whilst holding him by the neck against you and your fingers still playing at your clit. your legs trembled at his sides as your lips parted for the sweetest sweetest mewl he’s ever heard.

then for bakugou his hips wouldn’t stop jolting, he was almost sure he was about to leak out of the condom how much he was coming. is that even possible? he growls like an animal into your neck, mumbling all sorts about how pretty you are, how your pussy feels like heaven and how you have to be an angel in earth. once he finished twitching and completely dumped everything he’s got into the condom he kisses your cheek for you to open your eyes.

you open them with a shy smile, exhaustion written in your features. “you okay, baby?”

“mhm,” you respond with a nod, brushing the stray blonde locks from his sweaty forehead. “better than i imagined.”

“you imagined this?” bakugou asked incredulously.

“of course! haven’t you?”

now it was katsuki’s time to laugh at himself, all the pent up anxiety to perform well seeping out of him. “yeah, had many imaginary dates with you and my hand.”

you breathe a laugh, “same, but my vibrator in the mix too.”

“oh shit, vibrator? for real?” your laugh gets louder, at the surprised look on his face like you just told him unicorns exist.

“yes, katsuki i have one. maybe i’ll let you use it on me sometime,” then suddenly nerves took over, like you took it too far, “if… if you still want there to be another time?”

katsuki frowns at you, resting on his forearms to stare down at you, “my dick is still in you and you’re asking if i want another time? you promised you were gonna let me eat you out, there’s definitely gonna be another time, princess.”

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"Are You Listening?"

Part Two: "The Breakdown"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: It's part two, so I’m not tellin’🙈😏!

Warnings: You’re about to experience a plethora of emotions. Profanity, you all know I got a mouthpiece on me, especially when I’m passionate 😂. There is a brief mention of fertility troubles.

Word Count: 5,000+.

A/N: I just wanted to thank my lovelies again for showing this story so much love. I had no idea people would love it this much. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks💓. I hope you all enjoy the roller coaster you’re about to take a ride on 😂😏😈.

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“Listen, no more talkin’. That clown had enough time to come up with all of it. Find his ass, let him know all my money better be ready by the close of business tomorrow. If not, he’ll be a dead man walking.”

Mick took his orders and turned to leave. Rio stopped him before he could turn the knob on his office door.

“Take those other two useless idiots with you. Everybody else can get back to work. I’m not paying them to stand around looking stupid,” Rio snapped.

Waiting for Mick to leave, he swaggered back to his chair. He plopped down, plucking his glass off the table, gulping the amber-colored liquid. Rio was on his third drink of the night. Slamming the empty whiskey tumbler on his desk, he leaned his head back, running his hand down his face. Alone in his office, wallowing in self-pity. Rio stared at his phone as he contemplated sending another text or calling you again. Thinking about how you had left him on read and sent him to voicemail was eating at him.

“Can’t Keep On Loving You One Foot Outside The Door.”

-Brandy.

Glancing at his iPhone, he mumbled, “fuck it.” Snatching up the cell phone, he tried your number. Ringing twice, it went straight to voicemail. With the sound of the beep, he pleaded his case.

“Come on, ma. Answer my call. Y/N, hear me out. You got this all wrong. Please talk to me. I’m worried about you, baby. I need to know you’re safe. Call me back.”

“Can’t Keep On Trying If You’re Looking For More.”

-Brandy.

He’d started to tell you that he missed and loved you. The thought quickly pushed out of his mind. He closed off his feelings and left the message as is. Ending the call, Rio Tossed the phone down, making his way to the liquor cabinet. Pouring another drink, he made his way back to his seat. Elbows propped on the oak desk, Rio placed his head in his hands. Trying to rub the stress and tension away, he massaged his temples as the last conversation between you two replayed in his mind.

Four Days Ago

Rio had called your phone twice, but it went unanswered. He figured he had stayed out too late, and you had turned in for the night. His mind kept replaying images of him taking you apart. In all honesty, he was hoping that he could wake you once he made it home. Rio was in the mood for another round. He had been missing the feeling of you, tightly wrapped around him. He mentally cursed himself for being so busy that both of your needs had gone unsatisfied for so long. Taking a break just hadn't been in the cards lately. All his rivals had been itching to take over his business. One wrong move and everything he worked so hard for could be gone. They were starting to play dirty, going as far as to try and harm you. He had spent the past several months sending warnings throughout other territories. The warning? Touch my wife, and I’ll make your whole family feel it. He brushed all that from his mind as he pulled into the driveway. Having been up for nearly two days, Rio didn’t bother parking in the garage. All he wanted to do was shower and lay up under you.

“Every Time You Build Me Up, You Only Let Me Down.”

-Brandy.

Entering the house, he quickly keyed the code into the security system. He noticed that there were still dishes on the dining room floor. Flipping the lights on, he strolled into the kitchen to retrieve a broom and dustpan from the pantry. An envelope lying atop the counter caught his eye.

“I left a note in the hallway. By the time you read it, I’ll be far away.”

-Beyoncé.

“Christopher” was written in bold letters in your handwriting. The words “Hope it was worth it” were printed underneath. Next to it, we’re your engagement ring and wedding band. Rio's eyebrows furrowed, and it felt like his heart stopped beating. He convinced himself that this had to be some kind of joke. He snatched the envelope from the marbled countertop, spinning on heels. He made his way through the house and bolted up the stairs, climbing them two at a time. He froze halfway in the middle of the hallway leading to your bedroom. With the door wide open, he could see broken glass on the floor. He forced himself to make the rest of the journey. Rio entered the room. Hangers were strewn all over the place. Your drawers were left open, and the comforter was slung backward on the king-sized bed.

“What the fuck?”

He knew you weren’t there, but Rio called out for you, hoping he was wrong.

“Y/N?”

Left unanswered, he stepped over all the broken picture frames that once housed your wedding photos. All those memories were mixed in the broken glass on the floor. Dropping down onto the foot of the bed, he instructed Alexa to turn on the remaining lights. Ripping open the Manila envelope, he pulled out several large print photos and a note. His eyes scanned the message.

“Almost Convinced Me Your Gonna Stick Around, But Everybody Knows Almost Doesn’t Count.”

-Brandy.

“May you regret every single fucking time you decided to play with my heart. I must say, I have to applaud you for such a great performance. Here a bitch thought you were committed and holding me down. Come to find out, you been lying this whole time. It was all just a great fucking performance. Why not lie and pretend? You were living it up, having your cake and eating it too. Congratulations, by the way. Tell red she might want to keep her day job. I plan to empty your fucking pockets before the ink can dry on the divorce papers. I never wanted to be this kind of woman. Since you want to play with my heart, I’m going to play with the thing that matters most to you, money. I hope you liked the photos. They sure did shock the fuck out of me. They're the only thing saving you and your bitch from getting lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Haven’t I always told you not to play with me? Bitch, I am not one of them dusty ass hoes you used to fuck with.”

-your heartbroken, savage, and soon-to-be ex-wife.

Rio sat there with anger and confusion written on his face. What the fuck is going on? He thought to himself. Rio tossed the note aside and snatched up the photos you mentioned. His face fell, and it became clear why you left in the middle of the night. You had printed out copies of the text and photos you received earlier that night. He couldn’t make out whose number it was. There was no way you were sticking around after seeing these.

“Fuck,” he shouted, flinging the photos across the room. He bent forward, resting his elbows on his lap. His hands crossed and settled under his chin as he sat there furious.

“How the fuck…who the fuck?” Quickly realizing who might be capable of sending you such bullshit, he growled, “I’ma kill this bitch. Better count her fucking days. As if I didn’t have enough reason to take her out already.”

Rio dug his cell out of his pocket and frantically dialed your number. His calls went to voicemail several times before you finally gave in and answered.

“What, Rio,” you barked.

“Where are you? Come home so we can talk-.”

“Talk? Now you want to talk? Fuck that and fuck you, Rio,” you retorted as your voice started to crack.

His heart ached to hear the pain in your voice. He sensed that you had been crying.

“Y/N, please. You don’t understand. Please, ma. Come back to the house.”

“No! I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.”

“Don’t look for you? You’re my wife! What the fuck do you think this is? You can’t just up and walk out on me.”

“Don’t even try to play the proud husband card. You don’t care about me. Do you even understand the damage you’ve caused? You broke me, Christopher. My heart feels like it’s in a million pieces. I loved you more than my own life,” you sobbed.

“Baby, please don’t cry. Can you please just pull over and talk to me? I don’t want anything to happen to you. Just please pull over.”

“I’m pulling over. Hear me loud and clear I’m not coming back to that house. I’m done with you, Rio. The last thing you should want me to do is to come home. Did you forget that I have a gun?”

“No! Come home, damn it! Hear what I have to say. If you still want to leave after, I won’t stop you. Tell me where you are. I’ll come to you, mama, please.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. I’m beginning to wonder if any of it was real. Thinking of how many lies you’ve told sends chills throughout my body. Who are you? You’re not the man I thought you were. Ain’t no coming back from this,” you cried.

“I’m trying to get you to understand that it’s not what you think it is. Fuck, mama! Just listen to me.”

“What can you possibly say to justify those pictures? You were super fucking cozy with that red-headed bitch! How can you explain the damn ultrasound pictures, Rio? Those photos are the only thing saving your lives right now! That baby won’t be inside her forever, though. I’ma catch that bitch when the baby drops. It’s one thing to cheat on me, but you knocked this desperate housewife-looking-ass bitch up! You gave her the one thing I’d been hoping and praying on. Tell me, is it because of the miscarriage last year? Is that why you stepped outside the marriage? Am I not good enough? Was I not a good wife? A good bonus-mom to Marcus? Tell me what I did to deserve this foul-ass shit,” you questioned as your voice continued to crack.

At this point, you were bawling so hard it made it difficult to breathe. Rio hung his head as he pleaded with you to take a moment to catch your breath. The only thing he could do was apologize, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, mama.” Over and over again. “I wish you would believe me when I tell you things aren’t what they appear to be, but I know all the odds stacked against me. Not with these photos. Nothing I say is going to change your mind. All I can do is tell you I’m sorry this is happening.” For the first time since Marcus was born, his eyes became glossy as he fought the urge to shed a tear.

The line went quiet for the longest fifteen minutes. Rio was relieved to hear you finally take a deep breath. Your voice was scratchy and raw. You no longer wanted to listen to his broken promises and lies as you spoke with finality.

“I hope you know just how much I loved you. I pray that you know how much I’ll always love you, but this is something I can’t get past,” you whispered. “Never did I think I could hate and love you this much.”

Not interested in giving Rio another moment to waste your time, you ended the call. Knowing how his mind worked, you turned off the location on your phone. You knew he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. Taking a few moments to pull yourself together, you dried your eyes and continued your journey. You headed to the place you hoped he wouldn’t think to look for you.

Having no control of the situation, Rio was becoming more desperate to find you. You were out there, all by yourself. No one was watching over and keeping you safe. He had no one to blame but himself. All this was happening on account of his actions. If only he could find you and get you to listen. Even if that were to occur, how could he get you to understand what was happening? In all honesty, even if he were to explain it, there would still be repercussions. Sadly, in a twisted way, he had fucked up.

Rio had checked your location before the call had ended that night. He spent hours trying to find you, but even with the help of his crew, the search was unsuccessful. It was back to the grind that morning, resuming the search after wrapping up any urgent business matters. Rio tried everything he could think to do. He had one of his men trying to track the GPS on your truck. Only you were a step ahead of him. They had found your vehicle parked at your best friend's house. Y/B/N came stomping outside, lashing out at Rio for breaking your heart. The two of them had exchanged a few harsh words. He bit the bullet and called his mother-in-law. The only thing that had come of that experience was a heated exchange between Rio, your father, and two older brothers. Realizing no one wanted to give him any information, Rio focused on your checking activity. He looked to see if you had used your bank or credit cards. He damn near blew a vein when he saw you’d made a large cash withdrawal. It was enough money to keep from having to use your cards. He had no idea if you’d hopped on a plane. If you had gotten a rental and we’re driving across the country. Three of your close friends each lived in a different state. You could’ve been anywhere by now.

The past four days consisted of long sleepless nights and endless searching. Not knowing how else to find you, Rio decided to deal with something else that needed handling. Pushing away from his workspace, he threw back the rest of his drink. Setting the empty glass on the table, he exited his office. Mick had returned from his errand and met up with Rio in the parking lot. He could tell that his boss was running off very little sleep. Mick could sense that Rio had been drinking dark liquor and knew it was on an empty stomach. Pure anger and rage were evident on Rio’s face and in his eyes. Which only meant one thing. Rio pulled out his weapon, checking the weight and safety.

“I think you should let me drive, boss. I’ll keep an eye on things from the car.”

The gesture was one of the many reasons Mick was his go-to. He never had to explain anything, and Mick was a certified trained-to-go shooter. They hopped into the car and sped off towards their destination. It was time for Rio to get some answers. Someone was going to pay for being dumb enough to send that text and those photos. There was only one person he could think of that would be that damn stupid. Surely she knew this little stunt would be the end of her. He just wanted to know what exactly she was trying to prove.

Rio was halfway out of the car before Mick could finish parking. She had mentioned some sob stories about her husband taking the kids out of town, which meant she was home alone. He had found her lights out on the couch with an empty tequila bottle sprawled out on the coffee table. Seeing her sleep so peacefully pissed him off. Here she was getting a nice rest while he had gone the last four days without sleep on account of her, or so he thought. His anger bubbled to the surface. Rio lunged toward her, yanking her by the hair and pulling her into a seated position.

“We need to have a little chat, Elizabeth,” his voice was cold and calculated.

Still not fully awake and a little drunk, Beth blinked a few times. Her eyes were like giant saucers when her brain fully registered what was happening.

“R-Rio, what are you doing here? What is happening? You’re hurting me.”

“Trust me. It’s going to hurt a lot more, Elizabeth. You’ve been pretty busy, haven’t you?”

“I have? W-what are you talking about?”

“You seriously want to play stupid? Come on, ma. That’s only going to make it worse. Why’d you send it?”

“Send what, Rio?”

He pressed the gun into her chin harder. His eyes were dark as his jaw ticked.

“The text? The pictures of the ultrasound? You’re lucky you got pregnant just in time to spare your life. I’m confused as to why you took it upon yourself to share this information with my wife. What’s it to do with her?”

Rio's face fell at the sight of the confusion in Elizabeth’s eyes. She was telling the truth. Beth was clueless about the entire ordeal. If she wasn’t the one that sent them, who did? Her eyes filled with tears as she was shaking. He could see her playing their conversation back in her mind, trying to comprehend what he was saying. He removed the gun from under her chin, putting it back on safety.

“I can see from your reaction that it wasn’t you. You’re still not completely off the hook. There’s a chance that one of your ditzy friends is responsible, maybe that bitter husband of yours. Someone that knows you did it. When I find out, and trust me, I will. We’ll circle back to this moment, yeah?” Rio’s signature crooked smile played on his lips as he tapped her cheek with the barrel of his gun. You're going to help me figure this shit out. Better find a way to get that beautiful wife of mine to return to me safe and sound. If you don't, all three of you bitches gon’ feel it. Get some rest, ma. You got a lot of work to get to tomorrow, yeah?” He stood straightening his shirt and tucking his gun in his jeans. Beth hadn’t said another word and continued to stare at him in fear. Rio brushed the hair from her face and eerily stated, “sweet dreams, darlin’.” With that, he made his departure.

Rio had Mick take him home. Not sleeping and running off of alcohol had taken its toll. He managed to eat half a bowl of ramen before dumping the rest. After taking a quick shower, he got into bed. Though his eyes were heavy, sleep evaded him. Rio’s brain was preoccupied with thoughts of you. He wondered where you were and If you were doing okay. He was also racking his brain, trying to figure out who outside Beth would be ignorant enough to blow up his life. Reaching for his mobile device, he made one last attempt to call you for the night. It went straight to voicemail, and Rio slammed his phone on the nightstand. Almost immediately, a notification came through. It was a text from Marcus’ mom reminding him to pick him up from practice. Guilt and stress coursed through his body. Rio had to prepare for the sadness your absence would cause in his son's life. How could he explain that he was the reason behind your abrupt departure? Marcus loved you just as much as Rio. Unable to fight the exhaustion, his thoughts led him into a slumber.

The conversation about your absence had been difficult, and Marcus handled it as best he could. Rio had explained to his baby boy that although you left, it had nothing to do with him. He clarified that it wouldn’t change the love you two had for him.

“So is she never coming back, dad?”

The sadness in Marcus' voice nearly gutted Rio.

“I honestly can’t say, but this is all on me. I should’ve handled ma’s heart better. I could’ve tried harder to protect her from outside influences. I just want you to know that she didn’t leave you. She needs time apart from me to think. I’m doing my best to fix it, little man.”

“Do you still love her, dad?”

“Of course I do. Always will.”

Marcus smiled at his father and walked over to him. He gave Rio a tight hug.

“Hope that makes you feel better.”

Rio hugged his son back, kissing the top of his head, “it does, baby boy. Thank you.”

“Hey, dad, would it be okay to call mama Y/N sometime?”

That very question had been like a spark of hope for Rio. You had been ignoring his calls, but he knew you would never refuse Marcus’ precious face. Rio knew it would only make you angrier, but it was the only way he could get you to talk to him.

“She wouldn’t mind at all. She’d probably love to hear from you right now.”

Marcus sped off to retrieve the phone Rio and Rhea (his mom) had gifted him on his last birthday. He ran to the couch, phone in hand, and bounced onto the cushions. Marcus excitedly sent you a FaceTime request. As it rang, the sweet boy crawled onto his dad’s lap to wait for an answer. Only letting it ring twice, you accepted. Your eyes focused on Marcus, and you completely ignored Rio.

“Hi, my sweet baby! I miss you so much, bud! How’s school and soccer going for you?”

“Pretty good. I scored two goals in practice today!”

“That’s awesome. Listen, sweetie pie, I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to kiss that cute handsome face goodbye. Hope you’re not too upset with me, my little love.”

You were doing your best to mask the pain in your voice, but Rio heard it as it made his stomach twist.

“That’s okay, ma. Dad told me you had to take some time to yourself. I’m going to miss you. I hope I see you soon.”

Marcus was on the same page as his father. He sneakily finished saying what he wanted and handed the phone to Rio. You could hear Marcus shout, “love you, ma! Gotta go do my homework. You should talk to daddy for a bit, please,” he begged. With that, the adorable little devil made his exit.

“I don’t have shit to say to you. That’s pretty fucked up for you to use Marcus to force me to speak with you. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

“You left me no choice, mama. When are you going to stop playing games and come home love?”

“You’re such a narcissist. Get the fuck off my line, Rio.”

“You can’t even take ten minutes to hear what I have to say?”

“He only want me when I’m not there. He better call Becky with the good hair.”

-Beyoncé.

“No, I cannot. It’s funny that you suddenly have so much time for me. Now that I’m not sitting around waiting on you and believing your lies. You’ve got all the time in the world. Fucking ass. Stop calling me,” you growled, ending the call.

At this point, Rio was starting to become agitated. He understood that he’d fucked up, but you weren’t even trying to have one final discussion about it all. Don’t bitches crave closure? There was so much more to the situation that you didn’t know. He wanted to explain everything, but you wouldn’t allow him to have even an ounce of your time. Rio took a moment to gather himself. Scooping his phone from the end table, he FaceTimed Mick.

“Yo?”

“She answered a FaceTime call from Marcus. We managed to get her to stay on long enough to take screen grabs. Find out if the screenshots can give any information on where the fuck my wife is. I’m not playing this cat and mouse shit anymore. Find her by any means necessary.”

“Got you. I’m on it, boss.”

Ending his call with Mick, he was startled by the doorbell. Glancing at the security camera left him confused. Rio approached the door, his hand behind his back, settling on the base of his gun. He opened the door, and his eyes fixated on a man dressed in slacks and a button-up. The stranger addressed Rio by his full name. He eyed the man cautiously, replying, “who wants to know? Do we know each other?” The man smiled, giving Rio a quick head nod. “You’ve been served.”

Rio barely had time to process what was happening. The papers were in his hand, and the process server was already in his vehicle, leaving by the time it clicked. He didn’t even have to look at them to know they were divorce papers. Not wanting to scare or upset Marcus, he closed the door softly. He did the only thing he could to release his anger with his son present. He went to his workout room and took all his frustrations out on his punching bag. Half an hour later and he was still so full of emotion. He took a swig of water before snapping and launching it across the room. Alone in his thoughts, he pressed his back against the wall and slid down. Burying his head in his hands, he tried his hardest not to spiral, but it was unsuccessful. Rio’s emotions bubbled over as he called you again. It rang once, going to voicemail.

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m giving up that easily. You can keep ignoring my calls but check this out. I’ll never stop looking for you. I can promise you that. Do us both a favor and just bring your beautiful ass home, ma. Sending me papers, I am not Usher, sweetheart, I ain’t ready to sign shit. Never will be. You are my wife. We in this thing for life, baby. I thought you knew. I know it’s hard for you to believe right now, but I fucking love you, mama. How you groan and complain about my lack of communication, yet here you are doing exactly that. Get your head on straight. As soon as daddy can figure it out, I’m coming to get you, darlin’.” Ending the call, he went to do a little searching of his own.

You had only been at your destination for a few hours. Not only had it been a long drive, but being an emotional mess made it impossible to focus on the road. You had to stop to rest and force yourself to eat something. Every hotel you slept in was as low-key as you could get. Your last conversation with Rio had you constantly looking over your shoulder. The desperation and determination in his voice were too hard to ignore. You knew that he was on a mission to find you. That’s why you had spent longer than expected at the stop before. Your mind flickered back to the previous night.

Holed up in the quaint little hotel room, you drowned your sorrows in a bottle of Casamigos. You Swallowed a copious amount of alcohol as your face scrunched at the burning sensation in your chest. You sat on the bed, legs folded with your MacBook in your lap. Fingertips furiously pecked at the keys as you filed for separation. Summer Walker’s “Throw It Away” flowed through the speakers. Earlier, your best friend had called you while driving to check in on you. She had done a little research after you had adamantly declared you wanted to end your marriage. Your friend felt that you were being impulsive. She had taken it upon herself to explain that you could file online. Halfway through the conversation, Y/B/N convinced you to file for a separation. She argued that you didn’t know the whole story, and you agreed. Filling out the proper documents lasted a while. Having completed your task, you took one last swig of liquor and curled into a ball, crying yourself to sleep.

Sitting at the counter of a cute little diner, you listened to the last message your soon-to-be ex-husband left you. Rio’s voicemail made you so angry that your mouth formed a scowl. He was begging for a response, and that’s just what you gave him. Not giving him the satisfaction of calling him back, you opted to shoot him a biting text.

“If you had bothered to open the damn envelope, you’d know they’re separation papers. I was going to take time to clear my head and make a proper decision. Judging by your stalkerish, obsessive, possessive attitude, ain’t shit I need to think over. The papers you’re bitching about now? Go ahead and tear them up. New documents are on the way, my boy! Save us both the hassle and sign them whenever you fucking get them. No need to send a response. I won’t be responding to anything else you have to say. Let this be the LAST time we have to contact each other.”

Rio responded to your text with a photo. It was an image of the papers burning in the kitchen sink. “Did this as soon as I received them. Any other papers coming to this address will meet the same fate, my love.” You thought about responding but were interrupted by someone sliding into the stool next to you. Ignoring the unwanted lunch companion, you tried turning your focus back to your phone. Only the sound of the lunch companion’s voice sent a chill down your spine.

“I must say it’s odd bumping into you so far from home. What are you doing in California? Are you hiding from someone, darlin’?”

Yes, another cliffhanger. Sorry my babies, but I got to keep the suspense going 😜. I know, I ain’t shit 😆😈. Part three is in progress, but I’m working on several different WIP. Be patient with your girl. I hope this lived up to your expectations. It was a struggle to post part two. I tend to be overly critical of my work. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. Ask box is open as well💓.

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ariiluvsyou

2 years ago

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ariiluvsyou

2 years ago

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