Here With You ~ Spain x Reader

"Ugh..."

You're sitting on the couch, watching (TV show) at night. Antonio said that he has to go to the world meeting and he might come home late. You despise those days when he isn't in the house because you feel lonely and it gets boring after a while. You sighed when you got bored with the show, turning off the TV and you lied down the couch, trying to sleep without him by your side.

Few minutes have passed, your boyfriend isn't here yet and you can't sleep without him. You look outside your window and you facepalmed as you noticed a shower of rain slowly worsening, the lights suddenly went out.

"EEK!" you shrieked and rushed upstairs to your room when you heard a very loud thunder, this must be the worst day ever for you. You're bored, there's a storm and no one's there to calm you down.

When you finally entered your room, you took your blanket and wrapped your whole body with it, whimpering. You wish your boyfriend was here to keep you happy, to laugh with you and to comfort you.

You heard the door squeak, you cautiously turned around to see a figure slowly come closer to you. Your fear worsened as it touched you, you screamed and you punched the figure in the face as you tried choking it. When the lights came back again, you realized that you were actually choking Antonio.

You quickly let him go and the two of you had a small staring contest. He just gave up and sighed, hugging you close to him and slowly stroking your hair, whispering sweet nothings in Spanish. You hugged back and cried, not caring about his wet shirt.

"(Name), why did you do that?" he stopped hugging you and he gently held your cheeks in his hands, looking at you seriously. You understood what he meant and you noticed his slightly swollen cheeks.

"...Because I thought you were a thief and that you're going to kill me... I'm sorry!" you apologized, giving him an awkward smile, he sweatdropped at your reason.

"Don't worry, chica, I'm here with you," he smiled, slipping his arms around your waist.

He kissed you passionately and you immediately let him enter your mouth. He shoved his tongue inside and he explored every inch of it and you felt his lips curve into a smirk when you let out a moan. The kiss gets more and more passionate every second.

When the need for air worsened, the two of you parted. You panted and looked at him, his eyes show love, passion and something else that you can't identify.

"Chica, you shouldn't have punched my in the face, I guess should teach you a lesson, no?" he emphasized the word 'lesson' as he roughly kissed you again.

Maybe being taught a lesson isn't so bad after all...