42 Rio Morales - Tumblr Posts

Watch out!

— 42!Miles will have to watch his back.. Or his mom.

CW: 42!Miles and reader are in college together, old but not old enough reader, Hispanic reader, Milf Rio, Miles is Dominican coded, curse words.

Miles eyes you up and down, your form leaning on the kitchen counter as your eyes follow Rio's moves around the room. You don't even notice him, the sound your lips made and his mom's laugh not intercepting in his brain.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Sure he called you over to finish some project but that was supposed to be in 2 hours from now. Basically, you have no business here.

Making him more suspicious was that you almost rejected him, telling him something about having to get some college work done as soon as possible and you were going to show up late or not at all.

So, what were you doing here?

— Oh, you're back early. Bienvenido.

Rio welcomes Miles, her face visible over your shoulder as you turn your head to see him, you smile at him.

— Miles! We have to talk.

Miles raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

You move from the counter, pulling him to the living room so Rio wouldn't listen.

— What are you doing he-

— Why didn't you tell me you have a smoking hot sister? And she speaks Spanish? Hombre, también yo!

Your palms fall on his shoulders, braids twirling when you shake his body vigorously. The sparkle in your eyes almost make him vomit, he grabs your hands harshly, pushing them on your chest.

— What are you taking about, Mamaguebo? That's my mom.

He clenched his fists, clearly pissed.

— Word? That doesn't change much for me.

You don't even have time to react when his hands grab the collar of your shirt, cold and harsh tone whispering threats in your ear.

— Don't play with me, I swear-

— Miles!

Rio folds her arms infront of her, eyebrows furrowed when she spots both of you.

— Así es como atiendes a tus visitas? Y/N was so nice, waiting for you to come home and helping me around.

Miles makes a sound with his tongue, letting go your shirt slowly when his mom doesn't move.

— I made you coffee, Y/N. Let Miles refresh himself, tiene que estar agotado.

Miles is about to disrespect his mother again when you give him a smug smile and walk with little joyful jumps towards the kitchen counter, picking the steaming cup in your hands.

— No tardes mucho, si? Tu mami y yo te esperamos~

You say, sipping the hot liquid and a vein pops on his forehead when his mom nods and starts praising your Spanish, completely oblivious.

You look back at him when Rio disappears in the kitchen again, shit-eating grin on your lips.

— Don't look at me like that, are you not excited to have a step parent?

Oh, he was going to kill you.