She had shouted something in Spanish that had had him jumping off you in an instant and you covering your face with the bed sheet beside you as your face flamed and your gut twisted with the most mortifying embarrassment.
This isn't happening. This isn't real. This is not my reality right now.
But no matter how much you wished it, this was your reality. Your boyfriend's mother had just walked in on you and him having some great sex, and no doubt heard a fragment of the filthy things he had been murmuring into your ear while you both got off.
"Rafael—" Lucia calls him by his full name as he scrambles for his pants, much unlike a man of his age as he responds to her ranting in Spanish in the very same language. You don't catch it all, but just by the looks on their faces that you caught as you peeked out from beneath the sheet, you knew it was not going well.
He was completely red in the face, and you figured you must have rivaled his shade at that moment, too, "Mami, what are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here for dinner until tonight!"
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Rafael Barba Imagines
FanfictionHere are some of my favorite imagines that I pulled from tumblr, none of the imagines are mine. So if you want the credited owner of the story, copy and paste the story in google and the blog should pop up with the author.
