peso pluma • one shots

𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘

music video • video musical

"ándale, dime que tienes chula." he says.
(come on, tell me what's wrong pretty.)

"peso ya porfavor. te dije que no tengo nada." i say in an angry tone.
(pesó please. i already told you nothing is wrong.)

i rolled my eyes annoyingly because i was really upset at him. peso puts his things down on the couch with a worried look on his face. he just came back from filming a music video for AMG. he always makes sure to get my input on how the video turns out because he likes to get second opinions, not just from me but from his friends and family too. well guess what? i saw it and it pissed me off. girls all over him, and he was following along too.

"te canto una canción? mira ven acá." peso grabs his guitar, patting the couch.
(want me to sing you a song? come here.)

"mejor cántale a las morras."
(better yet go sing to the girls.)

"que?"
(what?)

i start walking upstairs towards our room, but he gets a hold of my hand.

"espérate bebe. habla conmigo si? se te nota en la cara que estás enojada."
(wait babe. talk to me yeah? you can tell by your face that you're upset.)

"mujeres por todos lados. agarradas de ti. casi te dan un beso.." i whisper under my breath.
(women all over the place, holding onto you. on the verge of kissing you..)

"que dices? no te escucho y/n."
(what did you say? i can't hear you y/n.)

i abruptly wiggle my hand out of his hold and stomp upstairs all the way to our room. i slam the door shut, my chest feeling heavy. and i hear a faint peso trying to get my attention.

"no me important que me ignores. seguiré tratando de hablar contigo berrinchuda."
(i dont care if you ignore me. i'll keep trying to talk to you short tempered little girl.)

his footsteps become louder and louder. peso opens the door and makes his way to the bed where i was sitting, my eyes trying to avoid looking at him. he sits beside me, turning my face towards him as i try to push his hands away.

"mira esa hermosa carita. que bella. quieres contarme de que hablas? no tengo ni la menor idea amor."
(look at that beautiful face. so pretty. do you want to tell me what you're talking about? i have no clue my love.)

i give up. he's always like this, and i love him for that. he never gives up on me even when i'm like this. i nodded my head finally making eye contact with him.

"es que... el video peso. ando que me arranco los pelos de la pinché cabeza."
(it's because...the video peso. it makes me want to rip my fuckng hair out.)

peso was still confused.

"de que video hablas hermosa?"
(what video are you talking about beautiful?)

"amg. el que acabas de grabar obvio. si sabias que iban a traer otras chicas mejor de lejitos no? ah, pero tenías que andar encima de ellas también. es lo que más me da coraje peso."
(amg. the one you just finished filming obviously. if you knew they'd bring other girls why not stay far away? oh, but you just had to be all over them too. that's what makes me so angry peso.)

he can't help but hold my face, his eyes wondering to my lips.

"no peso! ni se te ocurra. querías que hablara ahora respóndeme."
(no peso! don't even try. you wanted me to talk now respond.)

"okey y/n. tienes razón, si trajeron unas morras y la chingada pero es solo trabajo mi amor. tu eres la única mujer a quien yo anhelo todo los días. tienes celos?" he says while caressing my face planting small kisses on my nose and cheeks.
(okay y/n. You're right, yes they brought some girls and whatnot but it's just work, my love. You're the only woman I long for every day. Are you jealous?)

"no soy celosa. bueno, si alomejor un poco pero es que si ocupaban mujeres que estuvieran al rededor tuyo pues me hubieras dicho y yo estuviera en el video."

"no!" he exclaims while holding me in his arms.

"y porque no?!" i ask confused. nuzzling my face into his chest. taking in his comforting scent.
(and why not?)

"porque eres mía y solo mía, y no quiero que nadie mas te este viendo o que vean este cuerpazo que tienes."
(because you're mine and only mine, and i don't want anyone else looking at you or looking at your body.)

i couldn't stop smiling, all the anger i had felt
in that moment washed away. he continued to reassure me it was nothing more than work stuff and that he'll be more considerate when filming his videos. he plants a kiss on my lips saying he loves me over and over again. peso falls against the bed, pulling me with him. we both lay there as he rubs my back, his fingers tracing my arms all the way down to my hips. pesos eyes were practically glued to mine.

"te quiero solo para mi y/n. me encantas. te amo."
(i want you all to myself y/n. i love you.)