The Bad Guys x reader (prompt book)

5 times Piranha teased in Spanish and 1 time you did (Piranha/Female!Reader)

Prompt by @BabyPuffYummy : could you do a Piranha x f!reader? The plot would be that piranha likes teasing the reader and making them flustered

Also, bold text means it's said in Spanish. 

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Damn, you are in trouble. And it's all the fault of one man. A very annoying one. His name is Piranha.

That fish loves to tease you, trying out ridiculous Spanish pickup lines. He knows just how much Spanish flusters you. Of course, you try your best to hide it. Unfortunately, you've always been terrible at lying.

The first time is when you are over at Diane's house, helping her with her governer duties.

He slides up to you and says, "So, I heard you know Spanish."

"So what?"

"I lost my number, can I have yours?" he wiggles his eyebrows. You roll your eyes.

"Maybe when I'm dead," you turn back to your work, struggling to hide the slight blush on your face. He snaps in disappointment and leaves, but you can see him give a small smirk. You don't give him much more thought, thinking that he's given up. Obviously, you don't know Piranha.

The second time is during a movie that you, Diane, and the bad guys are watching. He scoots next to you.

"Hey!" He says loudly.

"Shhhhhh," everyone quiets him.

"Sorry," he hisses. He waits for a couple of seconds and whispers, "Hey!"

"What?" You reply, not taking your eyes off the movie.

"What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room?"

"What?!" You splutter, jerking away from him.

"Shhhhh!"

"Sorry!" You blurt, feeling your face heat up. Seeing Piranha's wide grin you know that if you don't get out of there you are going to turn into a pile of embarrassed goo. You stand up abruptly, "I-I'm going to the bathroom!"

Rushing out of the room you leave a confused Piranha behind.

"Piranha, what did you do?" Wolf asks.

"Nothing!" He stares after you, eyebrows knotting together.

You run into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You slam your hands on either side of the sink, staring at the mess of a person in the mirror. You look like you've just run a marathon, face impossibly red and pupils wide. You can't control your breathing and it comes in short, ragged puffs.

God, it's not like you haven't been flirted with before. It's not even the first time you've been called beautiful, so why is this time any different?

...Spanish! You realize. It's the Spanish!

You rub the back of your neck, trying to calm yourself down. "Shoot."

The third time is the very next day. You're up early, sitting in Diane's kitchen. As you sip your coffee Piranha comes up to you.

"Oh, it's you," you hiss.

"Yep! Listen, I think we got off on a bad foot."

"Heh, you can say that again."

"Okay? I think we got off on a bad foot."

"It's an expr...never mind."

"Er, anyway. Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart."

You stare at him, having promised yourself that if he spoke Spanish again you wouldn't panic like you did last night. "Uh, no thanks?"

"Come on, please?"

"Nope. Now let me drink my coffee," you shift back to your mug, trying desperately to push down your rising feelings. You might think he's annoying but you can't deny the fact that you have a crush. One that might just ruin your life. Or make it better. Depends on how you deal with it.

The fourth time is when Diane is trying to tell you about a new problem. Piranha taps you on the shoulder.

"Hm?" You turn around.

"You spend so much time on my mind, I should charge you rent."

"...Maybe I should charge you rent because of the amount of time you spend in my personal space."

"Ooooh, Smart."

"I didn't graduate with top marks for no reason. Now leave me alone, I'm trying to talk to Diane."

He pouts, "fine, but I'll be back!"

"Take your time," you pivot back to Diane. Piranha leaves and Diane raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"...Nothing," she continues. But you can't really focus, a small smile on your face from talking to Piranha.

The fifth time is during a paintball match. Diane invited you to play with them and you didn't have anything else to do, so you agreed.

But right now you're in the middle of the most intense paintball match you've ever seen you are 100% regretting that decision. You have no idea what is even happening but you've somehow managed to not get hit.

But then a yellow paintball comes flying right at your face! You fully expect to get shot, but then someone tackles you to the floor.

"Hey!" You find yourself staring into Piranha's eyes. He smirks down at you.

"Careful, we wouldn't want a face as pretty as yours to get hurt," he teases. Your face heats up immediately and you sputter incomprehensible noises, eyes wide. He opens his mouth again but then a red paintball hits his back.

"Hey!" He leaps up, running off, leaving you with your brain short-circuiting. You are so, so screwed.

You're tired of this Piranha teasing you, making you so flustered and you not doing anything about it. So, you go to his friend for advice.

"Hey, Wolf?"

"Yep?"

"Hypothetically, if you wanted to fluster Piranha, how would you do it?"

He grins, "well, hypothetically, I would flirt with him before he flirts with me. See, Piranha is good if you let him get the upper hand. But if you go on the attack he won't know how to respond."

You think for a minute, "hm, thank you."

"No problem," he smirks, "good luck."

You find Piranha after a little while, giving yourself a good twenty minutes to come up with a plan.

"Hey Piranha."

"Sí?"

"God must be distracted, for Angels are falling from Heaven and one's landed right in front of me."

Piranha looks around, confused, "where?" You facepalm. You forgot one very important thing, Piranha is incredibly dense.

"Screw it," you slam your hands on the wall behind him, trapping him.

"Uh–"

"You talk too much," You push your mouth onto his, capturing him in a passionate kiss. After a minute you pull back, Piranha's pupils wide and face red.

He pants slightly, "Santa mierda."

"Santa mierda is right," you smirk, glad to have turned the tables on the flirty fish you find yourself in love with. You kiss him again, "Silly."