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cncofantasias · 4 years

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This Isn’t Beyoncé We Aren’t All Flawless- Imagine

Imagine: You’re scared of your cooking skills and although you and Richard have been together for more than a year you never cooked for him until one day when he comes home early and you’re making yourself dinner. So all of your fears and anxieties about him trying your food pop up.

Author’s Note: I just wanna say I loveee hot cheeto Richard he looks soo fine 😍😍😍

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Since you and Richard had been together you’d always avoided cooking for him because although you felt you cooked okay. Your cooking skills were good enough to feed yourself because you didn’t complain about the way you cooked. Although Richard would never purposely make you feel bad about your cooking you were scared that he wouldn’t like what you cooked and think less of you.

But today for some reason you’d really wanted a chicken parmesan and since Richard was out of town you decided to go to the grocery store and pick up everything you needed. You and Richard at this point, had been together for at least a year and sometimes he would casually joke about when you’d cook a dinner for him.

“Mamita we’ve been together for a year at this point, estás esperando para algo especial so you can finally cook me dinner?”

“Solo estoy esperando que te mueras de hambre and then I’ll consider cooking you a dinner.”

He loudly laughed realizing that was the reason he loved you. You weren’t afraid to say the unpredictable.

“In that case I guess I’ll just be having to cook for the both of us.”

“That would be correct sir, pero por favor cook faster. Unas veces pienso que estás atrás matando la vaca,” teasingly you smiled at him and in response he laughed so hard his stomach hurt. With you two it’d always been light teasing and jokes, but never anything to seriously hurt the others feelings.

You cooked him breakfast and sometimes a light lunch meanwhile Richard would constantly cook a romantic full course meal.

He’d say, “Solo porque te amo tanto. I want to show you my love in the little ways I can amor.”

It made you feel special, loved but in the back of your mind; you felt guilty for the negative thoughts you had associated with cooking and food in terms of him. When he cooked for you, you knew it was with genuine love but at the same time you doubted how he would feel for you if he knew that you weren’t some fire Latina chief like every other Latina that supported him.

You pushed all of those thoughts to the back of your mind as you placed the chicken in the pan hearing the sizzling oil pop up. You’d already gotten a side salad ready for when the pasta was ready and the ziti was ready, but you’d just began frying the chicken. As you concentrated on the sizzling chicken in front of you, the front door opened. It wasn’t until you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist that you realized you weren’t alone anymore.

You jumped slightly ready to hit the person behind you with your thongs.

“Mami cálmate it’s just me; tu alma, tu rey, tu príncipe,” Richard said kissing your neck.

“Ay Richard you scared me I though I was gonna be to throw this pan in your face,” your heart was still beating against your chest as you turned in his arms.

“We would’ve spent our first night since I’ve been away in the ER,” you both chuckled knowing that full well that’s what would’ve happened if he hadn’t said anything.

“Que haces aquí? I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow night.”

“I finished everything early and I really wanted to see you. Good thing I decided to come early it looks like you’re cooking para tu rey verdad.”

Suddenly you grew nervous realizing that you’d have to serve him the food you cooked. You couldn’t deny to feed him right?

“Umm yeah something like that..”

He looked at you with a weird look, he sensed something was off and for a second the thought crossed in his mind that you’d been cooking for some else but just as quickly as it came, it went. He knew what you two had was real and that either of would betray the other like that.

“Siéntate and I’ll serve you a plate,” you practically whispered to him and if you two hadn’t been so close he almost would’ve missed what you said.

For another 10 minutes you finished cooking all the chicken and once you’d finished preparing the plates for both you, you walked everything to the table.

“Do you want something to drink my love?”

Eager to escape his face when he first tried your cooking. Eager to get him something to drink in case he choked from the dryness of the chicken or the saltiness.

“It’s okay baby, sit down I’ll grab it.”

As soon as he walked away you quickly cut off a piece of chicken and scoffed it down. You were anxious to make sure that you hadn’t overcooked it or undercooked it or somehow over seasoned or for some other reason had messed up the whole dish.

As Richard came back to the table with the drinks ready, your mouth filled with saliva in a way that you could feel yourself want to start crying. He wouldn’t like it, it wasn’t good enough. When you tried it you didn’t think it was bad, but he wouldn’t like it and now he knew that you weren’t some gourmet Latina chief like all the other girls that chased after him. He’d surely leave you because what why would he want a girl that couldn’t keep up with his needs? Right?

You felt ashamed at the same time, ashamed on so many different levels because you didn’t want to feel this way. You wanted to be secure in yourself but also secure in your relationship and at this moment you weren’t secure in either.

As he began cutting into your dish all the anxieties filled you and before you could stop yourself—

“No no, don’t eat it! No te va gustar. You weren’t supposed to come home early and I don’t want you to eat this ya se que no va gustar,” you’d practically snatched the fork from his mouth and the plate in front of him. He sat there shocked trying to understand what had just happened as you walked away into the kitchen with your cheeks filled with tears.

“Mamita what’s wrong? Que paso?”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes so you just sat in front of the sink with both your dishes thrown in and your eyes welling with more tears. You just shook your head unable to come up with the right words to explain your grief.

As you and Richard’s relationship progressed, it was safe to say that he had seen all the parts of you that you didn’t want anyone to know. You’d always held this persona of confidence, but as you had gotten to know him he shredded all those walls you built up to protect anyone from knowing about your fears, your anxieties. Essentially your story. You as well had seen farther into Richard’s person and his fears as well but it was hard on both your parts to naturally open up about those things because: 1) you both didn’t know how to and 2) you didn’t want to be perceived as weak.

Little did you both know that no matter what the other said, there was nothing that you’d be able to say that could change the amount of love and admiration you held for each other.

“Mamita I’m sorry, did I do something?”

You shook your head before finally speaking up in a small voice, “I just, I’ve never cooked for you for a reason.”

He furrowed his eyebrows confused that he had somehow done something wrong to stop you from opening up that part of yourself with him.

“I don’t understand bebe. Is it me?”

“No it’s me and my stupid insecurity.” You finally turned to him and with the tears still in your eyes you explained it all to him. All your fears and the insecurity that haunted you of not being enough.

As soon as you were done he embraced you tightly and as you both pulled away he gently wiped your tears.

“There nothing you could that would make me think less of you, in my eyes you’re perfect princesa. I don’t love you because I want you to be the woman who cooks for me or constantly cleans after me. I see you as my equal mamita.”

A small smile spread across your face and your heart lifted as if there’d been a weight holding it down.

“Ahora, let me try your food, me estoy muriendo para tratar lo delicioso que es.”

You slowly nodded and with a knife you cut a small piece of chicken. You stabbed it with a fork and fed it to him still a little nervous.

His eyes lit up and he tasted it, “mamita that’s soo good, me encanta tanto.”

You sighed in relief and he pulled you in to another hug kissing your forehead. You both sat at the table one more time scarfing down your food and for the rest of the night you guys stayed up declaring your love for the other. Both with words and actions.

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cnc-woah · 4 years

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bold of forever 21 to assume i’d WANT to dress like these fools

#thanks but no thanks #this is why forever 21 is going out of business lmao #this aint no little mix x plt collection babes #cnco #cncowner #cncowners #cncomusic #cnco music

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elliesshitofablog · 4 years

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all i can say is don’t judge me🤷🏽‍♀️

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sungminsbutt · 4 years

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a legend says that every single time cnco goes on a smol hiatus, a certain number of cncowners become kpop stans

#cnco #cncomusic #cncowners #kpop #kpop stan #kpop blog #exo #got7 #monsta x #latin music #super junior #latin kpop #vav #bts #astro #stray kids #seventeen #day6 #kpop post #kpop bands #latin bands

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cnchoe-imagines · 5 years

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domination; erick brian colón

anonymous request: dom! erick

a/n: sorry for the wait love !! im currently writing this with @girlbabyvelez over google hangouts so enjoy the crackhead hoe content below hehe - tatianna

ok so dom!erick doesn’t come out a lot

he’s pretty passionate in bed so he’s not vanilla or anything

but if he’s jealous or mad or something,,, be prepared ooh boi

he’s def into choking,, but like in a very specific way

he wouldn’t cut off your air that much,, just hold his hand around your neck and prop your chin up so you’d have to keep eye contact with him

his green eyes would get so dark so fast, under his furrowed eyebrows

he’d spank you a couple times too if your eyes closed or your head went back

on top of that, erick wants you moaning too

he wants to hear every gasp, whimper, and breath that leaves your mouth

if you bite your lip or something he will tighten his hand around your throat and growl i promise you

“quiero escucharte”

he’ll have his hands all over you the minute you start moaning again

feeling every curve and bump

kissing every beauty mark and mole

he’ll praise you and he wants it back

he wants to know just how good he’s making you feel

how he’s the only one who can make you melt in his hands and reduce you to shaking like this

and erick wants EVERYONE around to know it too 😉

“e-erick the neighbors--”

“no me importa."

so he’s got one hand around your neck

the other one holding both your hands above your head

but if u think he’s stopping there….smh

he gon be leaving HELLA hickeys

he loves leaving them on your neck because

1. everyone will see them

2. he can hear you moan

anyway

he’ll be a lil rough,, biting your skin and leaving marks all over your chest too

but he’ll always kiss the hickey after and lick it softly to soothe the irritation

even after y’all are done he’ll kiss every mark since he feels bad

and he’ll be so shy after too bc he rlly LET LOOSE ya know

and you’re like “it’s ok” even tho ya legs are jelly and ur back is broken

out here looking like the sweating patrick meme

and he just kisses u and is all smiley and is so happy and UGH u just have to forgive him even tho u know u won’t be able to walk for the next week :’>

#erick brian colon smut #cnco smut #erick brian colon x reader #erick smut #cncowners #cnco imagine #cnco headcanons #cnco imagines #erick brian colon headcanons #erick brian colon imagine #erick brian colon imagines #erick brian colon #cnco #erick brian colon drabble #cnco drabbles #erick brian colon x reader smut

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im-a-special-bebe · 4 years

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Y'all. Cncowners (CNCO's) fandom is helping to stream and vote. They're not even part of KPop. If nothing else, we will always know how loved and supported MX and MBB are ❤

#wow #monsta x #mbb #cnco #cncowners

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multifandom-mixtapes · 5 years

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I’M WORKING ON REQUESTS BUT CAN WE JUST TAKE A SECOND TO CRY TOGETHER CAUSE???? WHO GAVE HIM PERMISSION TO DO THIS TO US????

#joelito #joel pimentel #joel pimentel x reader #cnco #zabdiel de jesus x reader #zabdiel de jesus #richard camacho x reader #richard camacho #erick brian colon x reader #erick brian colon #christopher velez x reader #christopher velez #cncowners

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cloudfiveclub · 5 years

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take a pic, it’ll last longer ➵ z.d.j.

Summary ; You catch Zabdiel staring at your ass, so you tell him to take a picture. He ends up taking more than just a couple of photos.

Warning(s) ; swearing, fingering, unprotected sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it, kids!)

Word Count ; 1.9k+

Author’s Note ; -

masterlist

disclaimer | these are only based on my own opinions and imagination and are purely fictitious, as such they in no way accurate or true

inspired by this fucking shit (thanks for gifing this @spider-zab!):

“So, I said I wanted four, right? And I don’t know if she was just deaf or dumb, I told her something like five times...”

Zabdiel tuned the rest of your words out, solely deciding to focus on something much more interesting. You were facing away from him, glaring at yourself in the mirror as you slathered moisturizer all over your skin, part of your nightly routine. You were ranting about something, but he wasn’t really sure what. Everything sort of went in one ear and out the other. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to suppress a grin from spreading across his face as his eyes remained trained on your behind.

Were those new tights? He didn’t really know. Your butt seemed to look good in every pair of pants you owned. The fabric hugged your plump bottom nicely, emphasizing your curves, and it took almost everything in him not to get a boner right then and there from how delicious your ass looked. Far off, he could hear you say something, so he just hummed a casual “mhmm” in an attempt to prove that he was listening though he really wasn’t.

“Zabdi!”

His eyes snapped away from your butt as you spun around suddenly, and his gaze shifted towards your eyes. You faced him, one hand on your hips and another holding your bottle of toner. You were staring at him expectantly, eyebrows raised. He stared back at you blankly, blinking a few times before realising that you may have asked him question which he most certainly did not hear.

“Uh... could you repeat your question, amor?” he mumbled sheepishly. You huffed in annoyance, turning back round to face the mirror as you pumped some toner onto a cotton pad.

“Were you even listening to anything I was saying?” you grumbled, rubbing some of the product in your skin. You could see him smile in embarrassment in the mirror, and you sighed, waving your hand to dismiss the topic.

“It’s fine, nothing important anyway,” you told him. “What were you thinking about anyway? You seemed pretty far away.”

You saw him push away from the headboard he was leaning on, shifting himself to the edge of the bed before reaching out to pull you towards him by your waist, forcing you to abandon your beauty products on the dresser. You laughed lightly as he hugged you from behind, nuzzling his face into your lower back.

“Your butt looks nice,” he stated simply. You snorted, turning around in his arms to face him. He immediately placed his hands on your ass, squeezing and massaging experimentally.

“You should take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you joked, looking down at him. He stared up at you, and you swallowed when you saw his pupils dilate slightly. “Maybe I should. You never send me nudes anyway.”

You slapped his shoulder at his cheeky statement but giggled. He pulled you onto him as he fell back on the bed before you could do anything else, allowing you to straddle him. His large hands cupped your cheeks, pulling them apart through your tights. You squirmed, leaning down to press your lips to his. He returned the kiss, grinning cheekily; a tell tale sign that he was up to no good.

You laughed, pulling away momentarily. “What are you going to do, De Jesus?” you teased.

He failed to reply you, instead deciding to keep you quiet by kissing you again. He rolled the both of you over so he was on top, and his hand immediately snaked into your pants and pass your underwear. His fingers came into contact with your pussy, and he rubbed in slow circles causing whimpers to escape your lips.

His lips remained on yours the whole time, and you bucked your hips to tell him wordlessly you needed more. He complied, pulling away to rid you off your tights and panties, before lubricating his fingers with your wetness and sliding two fingers in. You moaned, spreading your legs wide as your walls welcomed his digits. He thrusted them slowly into you first, before he sped them up slightly. Your eyes were screwed shut, darkness the only thing you see and pleasure the only thing you could feel. Before a sudden brightness flashed across the darkness, that is. You opened your eyes, and you gasped when you saw Zabdiel’s phone in his hands. His phone was over your pussy, camera clearly focusing on his fingers buried deep in you.

“What are you doing?” you hissed. He looked up at you, nodding his head towards his phone with a “duh” look on his face.

“I’m taking a picture,” he said. As he said that, he reached his fingers up and rubbed against your G-Spot. You choked, head falling back in pleasure before you could say anything else. Another flash lit up the room, and you struggled to get your head back up to look at your boyfriend again.

“I didn’t mean it literally,” you mumbled, a blush spreading across your face at the thought of his camera roll being filled up with pictures of your intimate parts. He grinned as he reached his thumb up to rub your swollen pearl. Your breath caught in your throat and a strangled moan escaped your lips.

“Z-Zabdi, oh god- what if... what if your phone gets hacked or s-something?” you choked out. Your eyes fell shut as you panted, pleasure coursing through you. You felt a tightness in your lower abdomen, and your panting sped up. God, his fingers felt so good.

“It’ll be fine,” he reassured you, and just as you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out of you. You gasped his name in protest, glaring up at him. He grinned down at you, bringing his soaked digits to his mouth and licking your wetness off of them. You flushed red, and your gaze slowly travelled over to his phone in his other hand. You squirmed a little on the sheets, gulping.

Zabdiel rubbed your thighs reassuringly when he saw how worried you looked and his eyes met yours. “It’ll be okay, princesa,” he cooed. “I promise they won’t be seen by anyone other than us, okay?”

You remained slightly unconvinced, but you could feel an ache forming in your nether regions as your soaked hole begged for something to quickly fill it up. A few pictures wouldn’t hurt, you reasoned with yourself. It would be pretty hot, plus, it was a turn on to think about him possibly jerking off to them.

“Hey, what if we take a video though?”

Your eyes widened, and Zabdiel swore they were going to pop out their sockets when he suggested that. It was a sudden intrusive thought, but after taking those couple of pictures of him fingering you, he couldn’t help but start to want a video to go along with them. It was raunchy, dirty; filming something so intimate.

“You want us to take a fucking sex tape?” you asked in disbelief. You didn’t want to for fear that someone might leak it out, but it seemed like your pussy thought different. At the mention of taking a video, a wave of wetness poured out, and the ache only became greater. God, you needed him to fuck you soon.

Your boyfriend looked at you hopefully for a while, and eventually you caved. He seemed so boyishly excited at your agreement, and he quickly stripped himself of his clothes, and you of your shirt. You spread your legs wider, and you blushed when you saw him train the camera on your cunt. This was officially one of the craziest things you had ever done in your life.

You saw him peep his eyes over the phone at you, and you bit your lip, keeping your gaze on him as you slowly brought your pointer finger down to collect your wetness. You slid your finger down your entrance, before bringing it up to coat your little nub in your juices. You heard Zabdiel swear silently, and he brought one of his hands down to jerk his hardened member a few times.

“Hands and knees, princesa,” he commanded, and you eagerly went on all fours. You let your upper half get comfortable on the mattress, arching your back and wiggling your ass at him, knowing his phone was already concentrated there. Your thighs quivered in excitement at how filthy this was, and you whimpered when you felt the head of his dick tease your dripping entrance. His left hand gripped your hips roughly, and you let out a moan as he eased himself into you.

You walls hugged his girth tightly, but he entered you easily with how wet you were. He thrusted slowly for a while, letting you just enjoy the feeling of his cock dragging between your pussy walls, before he sped up. You moaned loudly as his balls slapped against your pussy with each thrust. You felt absolutely filled up.

His left hand diverged from your hips, and he gave your cheek a firm but sudden slap, causing your body to jerk in surprise. He paused for a moment, adjusting, before he started a fast pace thrusting upwards - right into that sweet sweet spot of yours. You squealed loudly, earning a chuckle for him. You reached behind, knowing his phone was recording his cock entering you over and over again, and spread your cheeks. He rammed into your G-Spot over and over again, and moans fell breathlessly from your lips. You cried out at the feeling, your spread pussy now getting assaulted by his thick cock. God, you were in heaven.

His left hand left your hips, distracting you for a split second, only to be replaced by his right. You turned your head to the side drunkenly, and you caught sight of his arm reached out over your body. He had the front camera open this time, and he had it angled to record himself thrusting deeply into your hole. You saw him in the screen, his mouth hanging open in pleasure as he concentrated on the way your ass jiggled each time he thrusted into you in the phone screen. God fucking hell, that was hot.

He slammed his cock into you multiple times, and your breaths became short as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm. Zabdiel could tell too, based on the way your walls clenched around him.

“Princesa, you close?” he groaned. You whimpered, nodding as best as you could. You were right on the edge; so goddamn close. Then you felt his fingers reaching down. They pressed right against your clit, and he barely got a few rubs in before you cried out, climaxing round his cock. Your thighs shook violently, and you would have collapsed onto the bed if Zabdiel hadn’t been holding you up by your stomach.

He continued his thrusts though, and you blabbered a protest out as he continued fucking you. “You still have one more in you, amor,” he mumbled. Zabdiel brought the phone camera over your ass, making sure he got a good recording of what was happening. He sped up his thrusts, and your walls clenched tighter around him if that was even possible.

You let out an impossibly loud whine as you came again, creaming all around him. This triggered his own orgasm, and Zabdiel groaned as he spilled himself into you. He pulled out slowly, panting. He made sure he caught everything on camera as he slid out, recording how his cum and the last bit of your juices spilled out your entrance. He stopped the video, grinning to himself as he went over the pictures and videos he took of you guys.

“Now these are keepers, amor.”

#zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus x reader #zabdiel de jesus imagine #cnco #zabdiel de jesus smut #cnco imagines #cnco imagine #cncowners #joel pimentel #richard camacho #erick brian colon #erick colon #christopher velez #cnco smut

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hamilton44jpg · 3 years

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We were like, 'We're definitely not getting this,'". The CNCOwners went crazy on the votes. If it wasn't for their support, we wouldn't have had this. We're grateful to have such a strong and beautiful fanbase. - Richard about their win at MTV VMA

#cnco #cncomusic #cncowners #christopher velez #richard camacho #erick brian colon #zabdiel de jesus #joel pimentel #cnco x teen vogue

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zabdinefable · 3 years

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erick is so in love with him 😫❤

#cnco #cncomusic #cncowners #christopher velez cnco #christopher cnco #chris x erick #chriserick #chriserick cnco #erick brian colon cnco #christopher x erick #erick cnco #erick brian colon

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richardscamacho · 4 years

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love & live.

“i don’t understand your obsession with self image,” you huffed from across the room.

erick took advantage of your back facing toward him and allowed those green eyes to roll back into his skull. then, he watched for a brief moment as you pulled one of his large tee shirts over your head. it was so easy to find himself lost in your every feature, he would’ve lost his train of thought if you hadn’t had this conversation so many times before. it was basically routine at this point in time, permanently etched into his memory.

“that’s because i don’t have an obsession with my self image,” he quipped easily. nimble fingers quickly brushed tufts of dark hair from his line of sight, enabling him to observe you making your way over to the bed. although he could sense your growing annoyance, it took everything in his being not to smile at how lovely you looked without makeup, donning his clothing in place of pajamas. “we’ve been over this, amor. our manager makes those rules, not me.”

“there aren’t any rules about telling your bandmates,” you stated.

flopping down onto the mattress next to him, you placed both palms over your eyes and sighed loudly. not to attract his attention—for you already had all of that—but because you truly did not get him sometimes. you didn’t understand the way he thought, and sometimes, it became easy to doubt your stance in the relationship. it wasn’t that you wanted to leave—because that was the last thing you ever thought about doing—it was that you were unsure of how serious he considered your companionship.

“does it really matter that much to you?”

still, your eyes remained covered. his tone was serious, as opposed to condescending or sarcastic. he seemed genuinely curious to hear your response, though you felt as though it should be obvious. of course it mattered as much to you. not being able to tell the public was understandable, but what about his best friends?

“hey,” he spoke softly, using a gentle touch to remove your hands. when you finally looked up at him, you noticed he was frowning. “i’m sorry, baby. i thought you knew.”

“knew?”

“of course i told them about you. christopher ratted me out, like, weeks ago after i showed up at the studio with a hickey and i was forced to come clean. i just... didn’t think it was a big deal?” he tilted his head to the side, trying to piece together his thoughts. “no—you’re a big deal. you’re one of the most important people in my life, it’s just that i’ve never really seen much necessity in making a big deal out of our relationship in front of the guys. you know how they are.”

it took a moment for it to click in your mind. then, you bursted into a fit of giggles. the more he pouted, the harder you laughed, until tears welled up in your eyes.

“they’ve been teasing you! is that really it?” you asked between exasperated breaths. “oh my gosh, you’re such a baby! why didn’t you just say that?”

@richuki-camacho

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