𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐀𝐓𝐋 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

𝟓:𝟑𝟎 𝐩.𝐦.

(don't play the song yet)

(also welcome back baes <3, college has been crazy, life has been crazy, maybe i'll give ya'll a personal update soon :) )

"You happy now ? I'm finally here." C spoke from the opposite side of the cold prison table. No matter how many times he visitied the jail as a youth, he never got used to the feeling of being in the room. Gaurds stationed at every possible exit and entry, the stale smell that would've made him nauseous if he wasn't so focused on the lights. The lights were probably his least favorite part. They were so bright but not a warm bright, like the sun. They were a eerie bright, making him feel as if he was also a prisoner though he was just visiting.

C was visiting his father for the first time since his mom died.

It wasn't really off of his free will. He kept getting prison calls to the house phone back to back. In fear that maybe you'd answere one day (you wouldn't), he picked up to finally put the calls to rest. Instead, his father demanded that C came to see him because whatever needed to be discussed couldn't be done on the phone. He didn't really care what it was, he didn't care for anything his father had to say for that matter. But if it would get him to leave him alone again, he'd feed into it.

"It's nice to see you too." His dad never lost his Atlanta accent, which was funny coming out of a man's mouth with the white skin he had. "How's my other two kids ?" C's dad looked behind C as if he was expecting the two of them to tag along.

Psh. Like C would let them set foot into a jail. They didn't need to see the inside of one anymore in their lifetimes.

C stared at the buzzcut that resembled his and the different face and arm tattoos. The more he looked, the more he realized how much he truly looked like him. It made him sick to his stomach but also scared him a little. He was itching to get the hell out of there.

"They're good, no thanks to you," he answered, coldly.

"I deserve that."

"What is it that you wanted to talk about ?"

C's dad chuckled looking around discreetly to avoid suspicion. "Y'know Detective Smith. The one that put me away."

Oh goodness. C was silently praying word didn't get back that he was, in fact, dating that man's daughter. He wasn't sure what would happen but he wanted to avoid another run in at all costs. Whether that be between C and your dad or C's dad and yours.

"Yeah, why ?"

"The other day he came to pay me a visit. Didn't talk about anything really but he gave me a parting gift." Just as C was about to ask what the gift was, his dad pulled up his orange sleeve. There was a huge purple and black bruise on his upper arm.

"Shit."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "So it got me thinking it might have something to do with you."

"Why you say that ?"

His dad shrugged. "Call it a hunch. You been selling I hear."

"There's no straight job in the world that could support me, Azula, and DJ," C replied, already defending himself since he was sure this was going to turn into a lecture.

"I understand, Connie. In fact, I might be able to help you."

"Don't need it."

"Maybe not now but you will."

"Usually normal dads teach their kids how to ride bikes or change tires and shit."

"Oh you claim me as your dad now ?"

Touché, C thought to himself. He allowed him to keep talking.

"That loose floorboard in the kitchen. Inside it is a box with my glock, a new recipe, and my connect's number. If you ever need his help call him. Something tells me your business is going to slow a whole lot if Smith is on my back. And the more the feds double down, the more dangerous competition is gonna get."

C looked at his father in amazement but not the good one. It was amazing that he somehow knew that C had been trying to slow his business down ever since that talk he had with your father. He's been picking up more shifts at The Juke whenever he could, causing for him to be out more than he used to. As for the safety, he was planning on taking Azula and DJ to live with their aunt for a while, at least until things calm down. "How did you-"

C's dad reached to put his hand on top of his son's. "Because you're just like me, mijo."

C snatched his hand away in disgust. "I'm nothing like you." C decided it was finally time to go. If he stayed any longer he was going to be sick.

C went home and took Azula and DJ to his aunt's house. She nagged him nonstop from the time he walked through the door to the time that he left.

You were off at the Juke, working until it was time for that night's party. C was throwing a house party in hopes to bring business in and being the supportive girlfriend you were, you were out getting last minute items. So, C had a some time to himself for business. All this time, he stayed true to his word of not wanting to do any of his illegal activity in front of you. You respected it, of course, but even you could tell that he didn't really have the financial space to be doing that right now.

C being alone was never good and he knew that. It was mostly because he didn't know what to do with himself. By the time he got back from his aunt's house visiting hours of the hospital were over. So he couldn't even go see his abuela to pass the time. So he told Jean, Eren, and Armin to come over. They could smoke before people started coming to the house. He didn't really care what they did though. As long as it kept him busy, especially after that jail visit.

The boys texted the groupchat back fast but it would be some time before they all got to C's house. So still C was left to his own devices. His curiousity ended up getting the best of him and he went over to the floor board his dad was talking about. He opened the box and low and behold, there was his old glock and a manilla folder.

The gun made C uneasy. He knew how many dead bodies came from this gun alone. And though he had one already, he relied on his knife collection and his hands. That's all he ever needed. But a gun. A gun was quicker, which someone would argue to be better. But C felt as though it was a more sure way of killing someone, which it was. Even though he had his fair share of violence due to his job description, he never wanted to kill anyone.

C put it on the kitchen counter, making sure the safety was on and took out the manilla folder. He looked through his father's connect's information and the address looked familiar. He then realized it was in some nice neighborhood his father used to take him to all the time when he was younger.

He was soon interrupted when he heard the door unlocking. It must've been you, JuJu, and Bryson with the stuff. C quickly put the folder back under the floor board and went to the door to greet you, in hopes to relieve suspicion.

"Hey baby," you say before kissing his lips.

JuJu and Bryson greeted him as well before heading back to you and C's room to start getting ready. C didn't mind them being in the room because as the time went on, the three of them became inseparable. JuJu and Bryson would even hang out with C and the other boys without you or the other girls around.

You walked over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before going to the room. That's when you stopped dead in your tracks. There you saw a gun laying down on the counter. C must've forgot about it when he was scrambling to put the folder away. And he knew it was no way you'd believe it was the same one he had already. Basically there was no getting out of this. "Kinda crazy to have it just laying out in the open, no ?" you ask, calmly.

"Oh yeah. Right." C nervously chuckled and took the gun off the coutner, putting it into his waistband.

You leaned onto the counter behind you as you watched him nervously stand there with his arms swinging. "Constance." Ever since C revealed his government name to you, you only used his full first name when he looked like he was hiding something.

"Woah. What's with the government ?" His hands shot up in defense.

"Why'd you get another one ? I thought your one was enough," you asked. You weren't mad. You just wanted to be on the same page, especially when it came to things like guns and possible danger to you or him. And thankfully, he understood that. So he felt comfortable being honest with you.. At least to an extent.

"The.. 'game' is getting a little dangerous. It's just for extra protection," he said. This was in part true. His father did in fact tell him about the gun for him to use for extra protection. But what you didn't know was that C went to see his dad in the first place. "But don't worry. We'll be good, okay ?" He walked up to you, pushing up against you gently, and slipped his hands on your waist.

"Okay," you softly smile. Just as the two of you were about to seal the moment with a kiss, there were knocks on the door. You sighed and moved from him to start getting ready as he answered the door. It was Jean, Armin, and Eren and they came in with a ruckous. They didn't wait to start rolling up.

You went into C's room with JuJu and Bryson and began to indulge in girl talk while getting ready. When you were sitting in front of a mirror, JuJu was helping you get ready by installing a new wig. Really you were helping him because he wanted to start taking his hair business more seriously. 

While he was doing that, Bryson was getting ready himself until he spotted a pack of condoms on the dresser. He laughed to himself. "Whatchu using these for ?" he asked, getting up to throw one at you. 

"For your information I haven't used them.. yet," you say rolling your eyes. "But I was actually kinda.."

"Kinda what ?" JuJu said, stopping what he was doing. 

"I was sort of thinking of using them.. tonight."

"TONIGHT ?" The two say in unison. 

"Yes tonight. Ya'll can relax now," you say. 

JuJu continued working on your hair but was still in disbelief.

"I can't believe my innocent little girl wants to cross over to the dark side," Bryson said, faking his tears. 

"It's about damn time," JuJu said under his breath before Bryson popped him on the back of his head. "What ? It's true."

"What changed your mind ?" Bryson asked. 

In truth, you didn't really know. Living at C's house showed you different sides of him and most of them made him ten times more sexier than you already found him. And on top of all of that, you felt yourself trust him more. Sure it was relatively early in your relationship but if anything, being with C taught you that time wasn't always an important factor in things. I mean look at the two of you, you felt much more secure with C than you ever could've with Porco. And with those reasonings, you wanted to take it to the next level with him. You were finally ready. 

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐
𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐀𝐓𝐋 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

𝟗:𝟓𝟎 𝐩.𝐦.

The party started and was jumping as usual. You've been dancing with your friends for the past hour and has yet to see C. You sighed and grumbled to yourself, knowing that he was in his room in the back focused on work. "I'll be right back," you say in Mikasa's ear.

You push past all of the bodies in the room to get to your boyfriend. People were already in the room with him, one of which was just finishing up a transaction. When you fully walked in there was Jean and a few boys that you've never seen around Paradis. You knew that C had friends all over so you just figured it was more of his friends that you just never met. They all sat around in C's room, smoking but their talking stopped once you got in. The strangers to you looked at you up and down, as if they never saw a girl before. "Yo," C said to bring their attention back to him. 

You walked towards C who was on the back wall, sitting on a couch. Yes, the boy had a couch in his room. It was actually a pretty big size despite the size of the house. You asked him about it one day and he explained how there used to be another room next to his but he tore it down himself. It was his dad's old room and C promised himself if there was a chance his dad did get out anytime soon, he would not be staying with him and his siblings. And you couldn't help but to respect his decision. 

Anyways. 

You sat down on the couch next to him and the eyes of the other men in the room never left you. And it was starting to get under C's skin a little. So, as everyone watched, C took a hit of the blunt that was in between his fingers and blew some of it into your mouth. Without moving his lips away, he bought you into a passionate kiss before separating, leaving you dazed. 

Jean chuckled from the corner of the room, knowing what his friend was up to. "Anyways.." Jean continued talking with the other, now disappointed, men as you and C stared at each other. 

"What was that ?" you say. 

"Just a little kiss. I missed my girl tonight," he smiles, innocently. 

"'Missed me' my ass. You been cooped up in this room all night," you say pushing your finger into his chest, causing for him to lean away from you a little. 

"My bad baby. I didn't know you'd miss me that much," he smirked. You showed him your unamused face because quite frankly, you did miss him all night and the liquor, that has now worn off, didn't help that. "What you still mad at me ?" 

He clearly wasn't taking you seriously. "Whatever nigga." You took the blunt from his fingers and began to get up. Before walking out the room, you leaned down the "You let me know when you and your boyfriends are done here, kay ?"

(play the song now <3)

He sighed at your remark and before you got to leave the room he stood up. "Guys. Imma need the room real quick."

"But C we haven't even went over-" one of the unfamiliar boys spoke. 

"I said Imma need the room."

It didn't take long for the men to clear out. Jean was the last one out and all he did was exchange a look with C. When C looked back at him, he smiled and laughed to himself before closing and locking the door behind him. "You happy now ?" C asked. 

"Very," you smile. 

"So was it something that you wanted ? Or did you just wanna cause a show ?" he asked, condescendingly. 

"You," you reply. 

"Me ? I'm already all yours baby."

"No like..you, you. You know ?"

C's eyes widened and cheeks turned red. "Oh. I can go tell these people to get out," C said, already in motion to kick everyone out, even though the party was supposed to go on for another two hours. Whenever he through a party, he was in it for the long haul. Besides the end is where the more exciting things happen. Plus when it dies down towards the very end, it's usually just your friends still in the house, which is more fun than the actual party. 

"No ! The music should be loud enough to cover us. Right ?"

C couldn't believe what he was hearing. You were always one to play it safe despite who you surrounded yourself with. So the fact that your ready to lose your virginity to him, let alone in the middle of a party, he was having a hard time to wrapping his head around. 

C began walking towards the bed and you joined him, straddling him and looking into his eyes. "Are you sure this is something that you want though ?" C asked. 

"Yes."

"It's gonna be alot for you to handle, Princess."

 "So prove it," you answered, folding your arms over your chest.

C bit his bottom lip as he examined your body that was sitting on top of him. His golden eyes made their way back up to yours. You watched as his lips inched close to yours and his arms snaked around your waist, hands trailing to your ass.

The shape of your lips was almost too enticing for C to keep away. He leaned in, crashing his lips into yours. The faint noises of your lips smacking together filled the room accompanied with the loud music on the other side of the door.

The both of your tongues intertwined with each other as he began to lay you down on your back, still making sure not to break the kiss. C's hands were still on your neck as he pulled away. He looked down at you with a smug expression on his face. "Are you sure you're okay with this ?" he asked.

You bit your lip, softly and let out a clear "yes" so that he could continue. He took off your mini skirt, along with his cargos and used his hands to prop himself up above you so that his chain was dangling in your face. C began to place passionate kisses on your neck.

He nibbled and licked your sensitive parts and used his tongue to trail down to your nipples. When he got to them, he twirled his tongue in circles around your breast, leaving hickies, while doing so. You let out a little moan, feeling the sensation of his mouth touching all of the right place as he continued to lead his tongue down your warm, brown, body and stopped when he got to your panties.

He, sexily, licked his lips and began to pull your panties down, revealing, your already wet and freshly shaved vagina. He looked at it in amazement. He wanted to dig in but chose to tease you just a little bit more. He kissed the insides of your thighs, stopping every time he got close to your area.

Before using his mouth, C used his hands to spread your lips apart revealing your pretty clit. Moment of truth. As if he was about to devour you, he licked his lips once more and leaned down. He placed a soft kiss onto your cunt, that turned into him sucking on it and you squirmed with pleasure. He looked up sightly to spit on your pussy. The impact of the spit, caused you to slightly buck your hips forward, letting out a soft whimper.

Eventually his tongue made circles on your clit as two of his fingers moved in and out of you. He could tell by how your walls were squeezing against his two fingers, you were about to finish but he didn't want you to yet. 

It was now time for the part that the both of you were most nervous for.

Your chest rose up and down, as you tried to catch your breath. The male came back to where the both of you were face to face. "You know you taste amazing, right ?" he laughed before giving you another quick kiss on the lips. He stood up and stretched a little, letting out a soft groan. You were staring at his whole body in admiration when you noticed a bulge poking out of his black sweats. 

"Ready for part two ?" You nodded. "Do you know what position.. ?" You shook your head 'no'. He mentally face palmed himself. Of course you didn't know. How could he ask something so stupid ? "Okay then we'll do missionary. Cool ?"

"Okay."

C hovered on top of you, getting underneath the covers, and slipped his boxers off. The red led lights that filled the room changed his light skin to red and his eyes were still a little low though his high had worn off. "Let me know if it hurt, Princess. I'll stop in a heartbeat," he coos.

"Alright," you say. 

"Like seriously, if it hurts just say something and we'll stop."

"Okay C."

"Seriously, I'll whip it-"

"Constance."

"You're right. Sorry."

He looked underneath the covers to line up his hard dick with your entrance. "Ready ?"

"Yes."

He slowly began to slip it in with the help of your wetness. The tip was in when you first winced in pain, clawing your nails into his back. It startled him but he wasn't mad at you. "Wanna stop ?" he asked in a frenzy. 

You didn't want to despite it hurting. You were ready and nothing was going to stop you. "No. Keep going." 

Up to this point, you have never seen it. And you still couldn't being that it was going deeper inside you. But it felt like you were taking a lot in, though if you were to look down, you could still see the base. 

With a few more scratches to his back, C was now fully inside of you. It was then he began thrusting slowly in and out of you. C let out a sharp wince from the sudden rush of pleasure. Your tightness was intoxicating. On the other hand, the first few strokes for you hurt as you were still trying to adjust to his size but it slowly started to feel good and made you moan a little. 

The feeling of your walls already tightening around him was enough to drive the man insane. C made sure to keep a steady motion between you and him. He used his hands on your hips to help with that. With each thrust, the both of you became more and more weak. And the knot in your core was beginning to unravel.

Eventually, you could hear him let out a soft cry and he began to go a little faster, with your consent of course. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, as you heard grunts coming from C. The noises of the both of you moaning and your skin slapping against each other's was all you could hear.

The intense feeling growing inside of you got stronger and stronger until you felt him stop moving inside of you, keeping all of his inches inside of you. You so desperately wanted to keep on going but he wouldn't budge. "Now tell me you're sorry."

Your face twisted into a snarl. "What ?"

"Tell me sorry for interrupting my little meeting. Y'know you set business back a little." 

You scoffed, amazed at how he how cocky he could be. "What. You're not having fun ?" you chuckled. And it was all you needed to say.

"You know I am," he said picking back up with his strokes but going slow again. "You have two more chances, (y/n). I'm trying to be nice here."

"Fuck you and them niggas who was in this room," you answered. So once again he stopped as he was deep inside of you, overwhelming you with the feeling.

"You sure about that ?"

"Positive."

He shrugged, "Suit yourself." C suddenly picked up speed. He kept going harder and faster than the tempo he had when you first started. You couldn't even allow yourself to catch a breath but you didn't care. It felt great.

"You did all that talking and for what ? Where's that mouth of yours now, Princess ?" He said in between grunts. He allowed you a brief moment to answer but when you didn't, due to your uncontrollable moaning, he laughed. "That's what I thought. It's sexy when you shut up."

If you guys weren't fucking at the moment, you would've slapped the shit out of him but it was something about him in this moment right now. He was doing what no other man could do. A man was finally able to (somewhat) put you in your place. 

C started to laugh at you once again but stopped as you both began to reach the end of this round. His thrusts lost their rhythm as he sped up the pace a little more. "Fuck ! C I'm sorry. God, you were right !" you groan, arching your back.

"It's okay. Let it out baby," he whispered into your ear. 

Your core tightened and tightened until you released for maybe the third time that night. "C fuck~" He came at the same time as you but pulled out and released his seed onto your boobs.

Trying to get himself together, his body laid on top of yours and you didn't mind. You wrapped your arms around his back, your hand trailing up and down his spine. The both of you allowed a moment to go by before speaking again. "Are you okay ? It didn't hurt did it ?" he asked softly. 

"Only a little," you answered.

"Lemme get you cleaned up, Princess." C got up and gave you a kiss before throwing his clothes on so that he could head to the towel closet outside to get a wet rag. "Unlock the door when I get back, ight ?" You nodded and laid there. 

C walked through the party, bumping into so many bodies it would've infuriated him if he didn't just have the best sex he's ever had, even though it was your first time. C had managed to get to the bathroom, get the things he needed, and walk back to the room. When he got to the door, JuJu and Bryson were standing with their arms crossed in front of the door. 

"What's with the toiletries ?" Bryson asked, sizing the light boy down. 

"Yeah. And where ya' been ? Matter fact.." JuJu started. 

"Where's (y/n) ?" Bryson finished. 

"She's.." C sighed, knowing there was no point in lying because even if you didn't tell them, they were going to find out. "She's in the room."

"Hm and in the room doing what ?" JuJu asked. 

That's when JuJu got a FaceTime call. It was you and you poked your into the camera, not wanting to reveal that you were butterball ass naked. 

"Judah and Bryson, bitch. Move out the damn way," you said. 

"Unt un. Don't get new because of the di-" JuJu started. 

"Keep it up and I'm not telling ya'll the details," you say, squinting your eyes. 

"Fine," Bryson rolls his eyes and takes the phone away from JuJu They were both clearly drunk off their asses as they stumbled down the hallway. You hung up and that's when C came in. 

"They kinda caught me at the door," he laughed, coming over to clean you off. When he was done, he carried you to the bathroom to pee before putting you back into the bed. "Imma start sending people home. Try and wait up for me ?"

You nodded and got comfortable in bed, recounting everything that just happened in your head, especially so you could retell the story with perfect details to your friends tomorrow. 

Other than that, you felt so happy. Actually, happy might not be the emotion to describe what you were feeling. You had butterflies in your stomach that made you wanna roll around in the bed. Even though your body ached, you couldn't help but smile and giggle at nonsense. It was a warm gooey feeling that you wanted to reject so bad but for some reason, you didn't. Not because you didn't want to but you weren't able to. 

Dare I say it, you think you were in love.