On My Block: One Shots

Only You

Part 1: Only you

Brief synopsis- César and the reader share their first time together—a night full of tenderness, passion, and vulnerability.

3rd person POV:
The low hum of the fan was the only sound in César's room as moonlight filtered through the blinds, striping his bare walls with silver. You sat on the edge of his bed, your heartbeat thudding louder than the soft R&B playing from the Bluetooth speaker.

You wore his hoodie—oversized, warm, and smelling like him—and tried to quiet the nerves flaring in your chest.
César leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, like he was trying to hold himself together.

"You okay?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, but it wasn't convincing. "Yeah. Just... I don't wanna get this wrong."
You stood and walked to him, placing your hands gently on his chest. "You won't."
His fingers curled around your wrists, grounding himself in your touch. "This is different. You're different. You're not just some girl, you're... everything."
Your breath caught. "Then show me."

He looked at you like he wanted to say a hundred things, but instead, he kissed you. Deep, slow, and filled with hesitation that melted into certainty as your hands slid into his hair. When you tugged gently, he groaned into your mouth and pulled you closer, your bodies fitting like puzzle pieces that had waited too long to be whole.

You ended up tangled in his sheets, his bare chest warm against yours, heart pounding under your palm.
"Tell me if I do something wrong," he said, brushing your hair out of your face, his voice rough with nerves and want.
"You won't," you whispered, legs wrapping around his waist. "But if you do, I'll tell you. We're in this together."
His lips found your neck, slow and teasing. "I like when you talk like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you trust me."
You tilted his chin so he'd look at you. "I do. With everything."

The moment he finally slid into you, he didn't look away—not once. His eyes stayed locked on yours, his hand cradling your face as if you were something precious, untouchable by the world outside this room.
"You feel like home," he murmured, breath hitching. "Like... peace."
Your nails dug into his shoulders, overwhelmed by how good, how right it felt. "You are home, César. For me."
He pressed his forehead to yours as he moved inside you, slow and reverent. "Say it again," he whispered.
"You're home."
And for the first time in a long time, César believed it.

Authors Note:
Hopefully you guys like this so far.

I was so excited to write this story..I stayed up till 1am (knowing full well that I had to get up for work at 5am🥲)..

If you see any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can fix them 🫠

Until next time.. Bye Lovelies ❤️

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(Only You- Extended Version)

⚠️In depth smut ahead..⚠️

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3rd person POV:

The moment César sank into you, everything else disappeared.

The weight of the world—the gangs, the street, the noise in his head—faded into nothing. All he could focus on was you: the way you gasped his name, the warmth of your thighs around his hips, the way your nails dragged lightly down his back like you were trying to memorize every inch of him.
"Damn..." he whispered against your neck, breath shaky. "You feel... incredible."

Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging softly. "So do you," you breathed, voice already wrecked. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

His hips moved slow, rolling into you with deliberate control. It was his first time, but he was learning you fast—watching every reaction, listening to every sound. He kissed your jaw, your collarbone, the soft space below your ear where you whimpered just right.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he said against your skin, voice low and rough.

You arched into him, pulling him deeper. "Then lose your mind with me."
That lit something in him—need, hunger, devotion. He picked up the pace, each thrust now tinged with heat, his mouth finding yours over and over like he couldn't get enough. Your legs tightened around him, your name and his blurring into moans and promises, whispered like prayers in the dark.

"I never wanted anything like I want you," he breathed, burying his face in your neck as both of you came undone together, trembling in each other's arms.

Afterward, the room was filled with only your shared breaths and the soft hum of the fan.

César lay beside you, one arm pulling you to his chest while the other traced lazy circles on your bare shoulder. He was quiet—so quiet you almost thought he'd fallen asleep—until he spoke.
"Is it supposed to feel like this?" he asked, voice low.
You tilted your head up, brows knitting together. "Like what?"
"Like... something just changed..
Like I'm never gonna be the same after this."

You cupped his jaw, brushing your thumb along his cheek. "That's kind of the point, right?"
He smiled, soft and boyish. "I was scared."
"I know," you said, pressing a kiss to his chest. "So was I."
"But with you," he continued, eyes meeting yours again, "I wasn't afraid to be... all the way me. No walls. No front. Just... me."
Your throat tightened. "That's all I've ever wanted."
He kissed you then—slower than before, filled with everything he couldn't say.
And in that quiet moment, tangled in sheets and moonlight, César Diaz realized something:
This wasn't just his first time. It was the first time he'd truly felt safe.

Authors Note:
Okay but nowww I'm done with this chapter.

Hope you guys like it.

Bye my Lovelies❤️

Fun fact: I wrote the extended version while on my lunch break at work 🫣