Guzmán Nunier Osuna Oneshots

Hurt

You were currently at a party. Christian, who was hosting the party, came up from behind you and placed a hand on the small of your back.

"Hey, baby," he smirked, "You having fun?"

You smiled and nodded in response.

You were downing your 5th shot.

You might ask why you were drinking so much- you needed to.

You saw Guzmán kissing Lu at school just a few hours prior and your heart broke.

You really cared for him and thought he returned those feeling what with the obvious flirting and overprotectiveness.

Now you just assumed it was nothing. Just some entertainment and a challenge.

You never dated anyone. Sure, you hooked up with people you knew for a night after a few drinks but you always just wanted Guzmán.

Guzmán. Your mind wondered to the handsome boy and where he was. Probably fucking Lucrecia without a care in the world.

Your eyes watered at the thought but you quickly brushed it off and downed another shot and joined a game of spin the bottle that was soon starting in the corner of the living room.

After a few minutes, it was your turn. Of course you would rather prefer kissing Guzmán but you needed to get him of your mind somehow. When the beer bottle finally stopped spinning, it landed on a cute brunette.

Now, this isn't too bad you thought. You seductively straddled him on the couch, your short, leather skirt riding up enough for him to have a view of your lacy red panties.

Reaching you hand up to brush your fingers through his hair, your other hand rested on his muscular chest.

You stared at each other for a few seconds before you smashed your lips onto his. You got more and more into it and even started grinding on him.

Then a sudden "What the fuck, Y/N!" grasped your attention.

Guzmán. What was he doing here. He grasped on your wrist tight enough for you to get off the guy and follow Guzmán but not enough for him to hurt you.

"What do you want Guzmán?" you asked slightly annoyed as you wiped some lipstick off your lips.

He looked furious but that didn't faze you at all. He has no right to be angry at me.

"Carla told me you would be here. Why? Why are you here and why were you practically banging that guy in front of everyone."

"Wow," you scoffed, "You're really one to talk aren't you. Shouldn't you be fucking Lucrecia for the 5th time today?"

"What?" He questioned. He genuinely looked confusing which caught your attention.

"I saw you two at school. Tongues down each other's throats," you explained, "I've probably embarrassed myself enough to tell you that I really like you. Like really. Everytime I see you, i just want to kiss you and express how much I care for you. But that doesn't matter. It's clear you don't feel the same way."

You tore your gaze and was about to walk off but Guzmán stopped you.

"I do, Y/N. I do feel the same way. God the way you make me feel it- it's indescribable."

He then proceeded to placed a hand on your cheek.

"Lu tried to kiss me but I stopped. I don't like her like that. I only have and ever will have eyes for you. For you, Y/N."

You were speechless. Never in a million years would you ever believe that Guzmán would be here, in front of you, admitting his feelings for you with such a deep passion.

You pushed your bodies together with such delicacy and placed your hand on his cheek.

Slowly you both brought your faces closer and closer until your lips barely touched.

Then you both moved a centimetre closer and kissed with such fragility, afraid of hurting each other with your overwhelming feelings.