Rio Imagines + Oneshots

Jealousy

Request: Rio is jealous after his girl gets home from a night out with her male best friend.

Type: Conversational/soft (No smut).

*I am not supporting toxic jealousy or am an advocate for it. The following one-shot is written for entertainment purposes only.*

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I stumbled through the front door, making way more noise than I intended to. In the Uber that dropped me off I drank a complimentary bottle of water to prepare for a hangover that hasn't hit yet. My mind was sobering up, but the balancing act was still far from being over. It was probably the tequila we drank earlier, Scott ordering rounds of shots for us as we drunkenly caught up, and he told me of his newest insane travelling stories before our minds were altered enough to comfortably make fools out of ourselves on the dance floor. It was a good night.

Pulling my keys out of the lock, I immediately took off my shoes that were no longer doing anything for me. It was hard enough debating not to take them off in the Uber and walk up to my front door barefooted and tipsy. Instead, I probably took way too much time obsessing in my head the calculated steps I had to take, and overanalyzing the feeling of the concrete under my heel that seemed way more prominent with each slick contacted step with the ground.

I made headway into the living room, dropping my purse on the couch when a click caught my attention. The light flashed on, exposing my struggle in the darkness. I wasn't expecting Rio to be home from work or to still be up awake even if he was, but I wasn't surprised. It was just like him to worry about me the few times I go out. He appears and vanishes like a magician, but the look on his face was clear that he wasn't into any tricks.

He appeared in the doorway, his eyes traveling up my body and lingering on the context clues of my state: disheveled hair, smeared mascara, the way I grabbed onto the arm of the couch to support myself as I turned to look at him. He wore some sweats and a fitted black t-shirt, his eyes expressionless as they shot over to me. It was easy to read me, it was even harder to read him. With Rio always working late it wasn't like me to check in with him on the very few occasions I made a last minute plan with a friend, and so far there had never been an issue. Tonight however felt different.

"Hey." I slowly shifted to avoid tumbling forward unannounced, I was sure that incident would not help this situation.

He didn't move nor change his expression which I didn't enjoy. In my tipsy state all I felt like doing was wrapping my arms around him and falling asleep, comforted by his smile and jokes. The side of him he didn't let most people see.

"Where were you?" His voice was clear and demanding for an answer.

I didn't want to do this tonight, not tonight. Not this late, not when I came home on such a high note. I'm not sure if my irritation crept through or the wave of intoxication escalated my feelings.

"I was out." I said nonchalantly.

"Out." He laughed humorously, his face shifting.

I paused, stopping where I was at and looked up at him. At this moment I'm not sure what he wants from me or what the right response would be. His eyes softened for a second, reading me like a book.

"Out." He repeated the word seriously.

"Yeah, my phone died... but only an hour ago and my friend was fine with getting me an Uber." My brows furrowed in, I could understand not being able to reach me but it wasn't like I planned on that happening or I was defenseless. I had it figured out.

He took the last few steps forward filling the gap between us and gently reached out to stroke my cheek. Rio's warm skin met mine, a part of me wanting to lean into him and bask in his embrace. Yet his jaw was still tense, and I could feel that deep down something was boiling inside him.