#angel reyes smut

[venactricisfics]

Malibu Desert

Chapter Thirty-Four

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I rubbed my eyes awake, still fully clothed in Angel's bed—a far cry from our usual routine. I rolled over, nestling into his chest, feeling the familiar warmth of him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pass out on you,” I murmured, my fingertips tracing lazy circles on his skin.

“It’s alright, princesa,” he groaned, running his fingers through my copper locks. “My dick needed a day to recover.”

“Recover, from what?” I lifted my head, giving him a questioning look.

“Fucking attack dog,” he groaned, clearly reliving the memory.

“Wait, hold up… I think I need more of that story,” I said, propping myself up on my elbow.

“EZ took us to meet with this chick biker crew,” he began, his voice laced with amusement. “They’ve got guard dogs. One of them took his job a little too seriously and bit down on my junk.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously? Damn. Do you need me to take a look? Make sure everything’s still intact down there?”

He chuckled, his hand moving to my lower back. “You can examine my dick anytime, Malibu.”

“Well, it is my second favorite part of you,” I said, letting my hand trail down his chest and over his stomach, fingers hooking into the fabric of his boxers. 

“Only your second favorite?” he asked eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Your lips and tongue top the list,” I said. 

He smirked, his eyes darkening with the playful challenge. “Oh, really? Guess I’ll have to work harder then.”

I let my hand trace a little lower, feeling the heat of his skin, but I kept my smile as I met his eyes. “Well, you’ve got some stiff competition,” I teased. “But don’t worry, you’re not doing too bad.”

He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You’re gonna regret saying that, princesa.”

I laughed softly, pressing my lips to his chest. “Not likely,” I muttered, feeling the undeniable connection between us intensifying again.

My lips moved down his body, tracing the path of every muscle, every curve, as my fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his boxers. The moment my hand made contact with his skin, he groaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through me. I took my time, letting my fingers explore, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat of his body and the tension that built with each passing second.

“Doesn’t feel like there’s any damage,” I muttered against his skin, my voice barely a whisper but thick with intent. My hand moved with precision, teasing him, stroking him slowly, savoring the way his body reacted to my touch.

"But I think I need to do a more thorough inspection," I added, my lips brushing against the soft skin of his abdomen as I continued my exploration, sensing how he shivered under my attention. His chest rose and fell more rapidly now, his breath ragged as my fingers tightened their grip, coaxing another low moan from him.

His hand found its way to my hair, fingers tugging gently as he let out a frustrated sigh. "Careful," he warned, his voice rough with desire.

Ignoring the warning, I took him fully in my hand, relishing the soft but urgent heat of him as his body tensed, eyes fluttering shut. His head fell back into the pillow, and I could feel the vibrations of his low groan against my touch. Every inch of him seemed to hum with need, the way his muscles rippled beneath my fingers, the sharp intake of breath that escaped him. The look on his face, so raw and undone, sent a rush of satisfaction through me.

I kissed the spot just below his navel, my lips lingering there for a moment before moving even lower, my mouth closing around him. He stiffened instantly, his body reacting, his breath coming faster as he tightened his grip in my hair. I could hear the wet, hungry sounds of my mouth as I took him deeper, my own senses intoxicated by the taste of him—salt and warmth, a heady mix that made my pulse quicken.

Every part of him was mine to explore, to claim. I reveled in the power that surged through me, watching him fall apart under my touch. His hands found their way to my hair, guiding but never demanding, the tension in his body building with every movement I made.

As I worked him over, I could feel him drawing closer, his breath stuttering, his grip on me becoming tighter. But just as he neared the edge, I pulled back, my mouth leaving him with a slow, teasing drag of my lips. I licked my lips, watching his frustrated eyes, the need in them like a fire that threatened to consume us both.

"Not yet, Angel," I murmured, my voice a dark promise, savoring the control I held over him in that moment.

His chest heaved as he sat up, his hand gripping the back of my neck and pulling me closer to him, our eyes locking. His voice was thick with need, desperate, demanding, "Now, baby."

I gave him a sly smile, unable to resist. With a slow nod, I returned to him, my mouth wrapping around him again, my hand working in rhythm as his hips bucked upward, desperate for release. Each movement was a dance, a push and pull, and when he finally came, it was as if the room shook with the force of his release—a roar that seemed to reverberate through every inch of me.

His hands knotted in my hair, the tension in his body finally breaking, and he collapsed back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his voice hoarse. "Fuck," he murmured, the word filled with the satisfaction of surrender.

I leaned over him, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, my hand still holding him as the aftershocks rippled through him. I could feel the lingering heat of him, the tension in his muscles, the way his body slowly began to relax. In that moment, I felt powerful, but also intimately connected to him, as though the space between us had collapsed entirely.

“Better?” I murmured into his neck, my fingers still toying with him, teasing the sensitive skin as I traced lazy patterns over him.

He chuckled, a low sound that rumbled in his chest, the warmth of his breath tickling my ear. His eyes fluttered open, glazed with pleasure, but still sharp with desire. “Fuck, yeah,” he breathed out, the word dripping with satisfaction.

We lay there for a moment, our breathing slowly syncing up, the rhythmic rise and fall of our chests in perfect harmony. The warmth of his body seeped into mine, filling the space between us until there was nothing but heat, the weight of him pressing down on me, both grounding and thrilling at the same time.

But then, that smirk returned, a wicked glint lighting up his eyes as he shifted, his body moving with intent. Before I could react, he flipped me onto my back, my breath catching in surprise as I landed on the mattress with a soft thud. He hovered above me, his eyes gleaming with something far more primal now—possessive and hungry.

“Now, it’s my turn,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise, as he lowered himself closer to me, the heat of his body radiating against mine. His lips brushed against my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine, before trailing down to my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I swallowed, my body already responding to the weight of him, to the way he loomed over me, taking charge in a way that sent an electric pulse through every nerve. The room felt charged, every breath we took heavy with anticipation. As his hands slid over my skin, I knew there was no escaping the pull between us.

His fingers pushed my shirt up over my head, exposing more of my flesh to his hungry gaze. He tugged the strap of my bra down, his lips circling the hardened peak as if he was claiming me in every possible way. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin, sending goosebumps in every direction.

I arched up into his touch, gasping as his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking and biting until I was moaning his name, completely undone by the heat of his mouth. His hand slid lower, teasing down my stomach to the waistband of my pants. He unzipped them effortlessly, his touch leaving a trail of heat that made my entire body squirm beneath him.

As he pulled my pants off, his eyes never left mine—intense, dark with hunger—making me feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way possible. I couldn’t look away, the weight of his stare making me burn with desire. His hand slipped beneath the fabric of my underwear, his thumb brushing against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“You're so wet,” he murmured, his voice a rough rasp that made my pulse race.

With a smug grin, he slid my panties aside, his fingers delving into me with a practiced ease. The way he moved, how his fingers stroked me, sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, my hips instinctively bucking up against him. My body reacted to him with a desperation I couldn’t control.

He watched me, his eyes dark and filled with need as I writhed beneath him, helpless to the intensity of it all.

“Cum for me,” he purred, the words dripping with desire and control, sending shivers down my spine.

I moaned, my breath ragged, my body tightening, unable to hold back. Just as I felt myself on the edge, about to shatter under his touch, he pulled back—his eyes locking onto mine, searching for the permission he already knew I would give.

“Please, Angel,” I begged, my voice a breathless whisper, the need in it raw.

With a low chuckle, he leaned down, claiming my mouth with a kiss that was all teeth and passion, his tongue sweeping inside as his fingers remained inside me. I kissed him back desperately, feeling myself unravel, the intensity of my orgasm crashing over me, shaking me to the core as my body trembled in the aftermath.

Then, as if the universe decided to remind us of its existence, Angel’s phone vibrated loudly on the nightstand, tearing us from our bliss. The sound was jarring, the suddenness of it a sharp contrast to the heated moment we’d just shared.

He didn’t need to say anything. I saw the shift in his expression, the way his body stiffened, the tension that formed between his brows. The room felt colder suddenly, the intensity of the moment dissipating as the reality of his life outside this space crept back in.

“The club?” I mouthed as he reached for his phone, his fingers brushing against the screen to answer.

He nodded but didn’t say anything, listening intently to Hank on the other end of the call. I shifted, reluctantly pulling myself together. I tugged my jeans back on, the soft sound of fabric brushing against skin loud in the quiet room. I could feel the weight of the moment, the sudden tension building, but I didn’t push for answers. This wasn’t the time.

Angel’s jaw tightened as the conversation ended. “Fuck,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “They got Creeper last night. I gotta go.”

The words hit harder than I expected, and I could see the darkness in his eyes, the urgency in his every movement as he quickly threw on his clothes.

I didn’t ask for details. I didn’t need to. We both knew what the club meant—danger, blood, loyalty. I finished washing my face and brushed my teeth with the toothbrush I’d left behind, the normalcy of the motions a strange contrast to the intensity we had just shared. When I stepped back into the other room, Angel was already moving, his hands tightening on the doorframe as he gave me one last glance before heading out.

Louisa was awake in the kitchen, feeding Maverick breakfast. She looked between us with a raised brow, clearly noticing the change in the air. “I thought you were sleeping in?” she asked, her voice light, teasing, but her gaze sharp.

“Club business,” Angel replied, his voice still thick with the lingering tension. He kissed Maverick’s head, offering a small smile before straightening up. “Daddy will be back later.”

I knelt beside the table, brushing Maverick’s hair from his face as I spoke softly, “Hey, little man. See you soon.”

—-

I followed behind Angel in my SUV, the hum of the engine the only sound in the otherwise quiet air as we approached the gates of the scrapyard. The large iron gates creaked open with a slow, heavy groan, revealing the patchwork of metal and discarded machinery that made up the compound. The world outside seemed to fade away as I rolled to a stop behind his bike, the weight of the place settling over me like a thick fog.

I sat at the bar, trying to make myself invisible as much as possible, my fingers wrapped around the cool can of Diet Coke that the new prospect—Bottles—had set in front of me. He popped the tab with a practiced flick of his wrist, and I muttered a quiet thanks, the sound barely audible over the low buzz of conversation around me.

But I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the stained glass door at the far end of the room—the Templo door. It wasn’t just the door; it was what it represented, the world on the other side, the secrets and dangers that came with it. The way the light filtered through the glass gave the room a warm, amber glow, but the shadows that lingered there were anything but comforting. Every member of the MC that walked past the threshold was a reminder of the life Angel and I were caught up in. And every time that door swung open, the weight of what it stood for settled heavier on my shoulders.

Angel moved through the room with purpose, his back straight, his jaw set in that familiar way. I could feel his energy—focused, unwavering, like a man who’d stepped into a role he couldn’t escape. The rest of the MC followed, their movements synchronized, like soldiers entering a battlefield. But I stayed behind, nursing my drink and trying to blend into the background, knowing that I didn’t belong in that world, even though I was tangled up in it.

Bottles caught my eye for a moment as he wiped down the counter, his usual indifferent expression flickering into something a little more thoughtful. He knew the game we were all playing here, knew the pull of the club’s power and how it seemed to wrap around everyone who walked through those doors.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

I nodded, taking a long sip of the diet Coke, the bubbles dancing on my tongue. "Just... waiting."

He grunted in response, offering no further words. There was no need for small talk. Not here. Not when the Templo door was just ahead, and whatever was happening on the other side was about to unfold in ways I couldn’t control.

The weight of the moment settled heavily around us. I watched the men emerge from the Templo, their faces set in grim lines, as though they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. The tension in the air was thick, the silent knowledge that work needed to be done hanging over everything.

They were heading out with purpose, each of them in their own way carrying the same burden. They had a brother to avenge, a club to protect, and Creeper’s life to safeguard while he was inside. It was a job that came with blood, loyalty, and the crushing weight of guilt—especially for EZ.

I caught the flicker of his eyes as he passed by, his expression tight, the burden on his shoulders clearly visible. His gaze lingered on me for a moment, but there was something in it—something deeper than the usual hardness. Guilt. He blamed himself for what had happened to Creeper, and even though I knew he wouldn’t say it out loud, I could see it in the way he carried himself, the way his posture sagged just a little bit, like he was weighed down by it all.

Angel was just behind him, his own face set with determination, but his eyes softened for a second as they met mine. There was a moment—just a brief one—where the mask slipped, and I could see the concern he had for me, even in the chaos of everything going on.

"Be careful," I called out to them, my voice firm but soft, carrying more than just a simple warning. It was a plea, one wrapped in fear, in the unspoken knowledge that anything could go wrong. I wasn’t just warning them about the danger that lay ahead, but the danger that lingered in everything they did.

EZ gave me a subtle nod, his eyes meeting mine for just a second longer. The rest of the club members filed past, their expressions unreadable, focused on what was to come. But I could feel that tension in the room, the silent promise of violence and vengeance in the air. I stood frozen for a moment, watching them go, knowing I couldn’t stop it. And in some twisted way, I didn't want to.

But that didn’t stop the feeling of dread creeping in—because no matter how much I tried to convince myself it would all be okay, I knew things weren’t going to end the way I hoped.

—-

The phone call came at the perfect moment, the sharp ring slicing through the quiet of the store as I bent down to unload the stock. My hands paused for a second, my stomach tightening with a sense of dread that I couldn’t shake off. It wasn’t like I didn’t know what to expect, but the uncertainty of the situation still gnawed at me.

Then his voice, soft and familiar, came through the receiver.

“Hey, princesa,” Angel’s tone was calm, but there was an underlying tension in it, the same kind of weight I could feel in the air earlier. “Gonna be at this until late, so we won’t be able to continue what you started this morning until tomorrow.”

I felt my lips curl into a smirk, the playful edge to my voice slipping out easily. “What I started?” I teased, not letting him off the hook. “I think you were the one complaining about your injured dick. I was just trying to make you feel better.”

I could practically hear the low chuckle in his voice, a sound that always managed to make my heart skip. “You know damn well you enjoyed it as much as I did, princesa,” he shot back, the shift in his tone unmistakable. Even over the phone, I could sense the cocky smile playing on his lips.

I leaned against the counter, the task of stocking shelves forgotten as I let the conversation flow between us. The energy was different this time—lighter, teasing. But even then, I could still feel that undercurrent of something more serious on the other side of it all. The danger, the weight of what they were dealing with—those things didn’t vanish just because we shared a moment of humor.

But for now, we played our roles. I played along, knowing full well that the next day would bring its own challenges, and that the clock was ticking on whatever had started earlier.

“I guess I’ll have to wait then,” I said with a sly smile, "But you owe me for this one, Angel. Tomorrow, I expect more than just a quick apology."

He chuckled again, the sound warm and genuine. "You got it, princesa. I’ll make it up to you.”

As the call ended, I couldn’t shake the feeling that tomorrow wasn’t just about making up for what we’d missed. It was about more than that. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside. Tonight, I had a few more hours of quiet before the storm picked up again.

—

“Your new hair looks good, Jess,” I leaned over the bar looking at her. 

“Thanks,” she had let it grow out, I guess she was getting tired of the Justin Bieber jokes. I watched as she brushed against Nester and then his reaction to her.

 “You two,” I pointed between them, “just fuck already. Get it out of your system.” Jess laughed and walked out back to get a case of beer to restock. Nester shook his head. Bottles smirked from behind his thick glasses. 

“Shut up,” Nestor told him. 

I chuckled, shaking my head as I sipped on my diet Coke. "I'm just saying," I added, watching Nestor try and fail to act unbothered. "All that tension is exhausting to watch."

Bottles let out a low laugh, adjusting his glasses. "You see it too, huh?"

Nestor shot us both a glare before grabbing a rag and pretending to clean the already spotless bar top. "Ain't nothing to see," he grumbled, but the way his eyes flickered toward the back door told me otherwise.

I smirked, leaning on my elbow. "Right. And I'm the queen of England."

Before Nestor could come up with another half-assed denial, Jess returned, balancing the case of beer on her hip. She caught the tail end of the conversation and raised a brow. "What are we talking about?"

"Nothing," Nestor said quickly.

I just smirked. "Oh, just how you and Nestor should quit the bullshit and fuck already."

Bottles snorted. "Hey, I got fifty bucks that says it happens before the end of the month."

Jess scoffed, setting the beers down with a thud. "You guys need a new hobby."

"Maybe," I admitted, "but this one is too entertaining to give up."

Nestor groaned, running a hand down his face. "I'm gonna kill all of you."

Jess smirked at him before walking away. "Sure you are, tough guy."

I watched her go, then turned back to Nestor with a knowing look. "You're so screwed, man."

His glare softened just slightly, but he didn't argue. We all knew how this was gonna end.

Angel stormed into the clubhouse. There was fear on his face. Something I’d never seen before. I stepped up to him, catching his arm. 

“What’s going on?” I asked softly.

“Tell you about it later, gotta deal with club shit,” he responded. I nodded, letting him go into Templo.

I sat back down at the bar, Nester looked at me, a smirk tugging at his lips, “Guess the two of you need to fuck and get that out of your system.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told him, eyes casting toward the stained glass door. 

“Right,” he said. 

I huffed, taking a sip of my drink, but the weight of Nestor’s stare didn’t let up. He was enjoying this way too much.

"Don't you have something better to do?" I muttered, trying to ignore the way my chest tightened with unease. Angel’s face had been burned into my mind—the fear in his eyes, the urgency in his voice.

Nestor just chuckled. "Nah, watching you squirm is way more fun."

I shot him a glare, but before I could fire back, the Templo door swung open, and the heavy air inside spilled into the main room. The club filtered out, their faces unreadable, but Angel barely glanced at me as he stalked toward the exit.

Something was wrong.

I pushed off my stool, ignoring Nestor’s knowing look, and followed after Angel.

“Angel.” My voice was quieter now, more cautious as I reached for his arm again. He stopped this time, but his body was tense.

“Not now, princesa,” he murmured, his voice lower than before.

I swallowed, watching him, searching his face for anything that would tell me what the hell was going on. But all I saw was the same fear—buried deeper this time, but still there.

"Just tell me if you're okay," I said softly.

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face.

"I’m not fucking ok," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "They came into my house. Pointed a gun at my little boy.”

“Wait, what?” I asked, “Who?”

“I can’t get into it right now,” he said, “EZ is gonna do something that will fuck everything up.”

“I’ll get Louisa, your dad, and Maverick, take them to my place,” I told him, “they’ll be safe there.”

Angel nodded, his jaw clenching as he took a step back. "Thank you," he murmured, and I could hear the weight behind those words—his gratitude, his helplessness, his rage all tangled together.

I didn't waste time. I pulled out my phone, dialing Louisa as I rushed to my SUV.

"Hey," she answered, her voice light, unaware.

"Pack a bag for you and Maverick. Now," I said, already starting the car.

There was a beat of silence before she spoke again, her voice lower, serious. "What's going on?"

"Angel will explain later. Just trust me and do it. I’m coming to get you."

Another pause, then a quiet, "Okay."

I hung up and pulled out of the lot, my mind racing.

Someone had come into Angel’s house. With a gun. Pointed it at his kid.

My hands tightened around the wheel, a sick sort of fury curling in my gut. I didn’t know who had done it yet, but I knew one thing for sure—whoever it was, they’d just made the worst mistake of their lives.

—-

Louisa paced through my ranch house, taking in everything. 

“I got a portable crib set up in the guest room next to yours,” I told her, “We can get a real one delivered in a few days and whatever else you need to be comfortable here.” 

“Thank you,” she said, “you have so much space here. He could play outside and not have to worry about anything.”

I nodded. “You’ll be safe here.” 

Louisa exhaled, rubbing her arms as she glanced around the house. "I don’t know how to thank you for this."

"You don’t have to," I said simply. "This is family."

She gave me a small, grateful smile before her gaze shifted to Maverick, who was sitting in his portable crib, babbling to himself as he played with one of his soft toys. His chubby fingers grasped at the stuffed animal, his wide eyes filled with curiosity as he kicked his legs excitedly.

"He’s gonna love it here," she murmured, more to herself than to me.

"That’s the goal," I replied.

She nodded, taking a deep breath, then looked back toward Maverick, who had started clapping his hands together, entertained by the sound he was making. A small smile crept onto her face despite everything. "He doesn’t even know what’s going on. He just trusts that we’ll keep him safe."

"And we will," I assured her. "No matter what it takes."

A knock at the door made us both tense for a split second before I stood and checked the peephole. Seeing Angel’s familiar face, I exhaled and unlocked the door.

He stepped inside quickly, eyes scanning the room before they landed on Louisa and Maverick. Relief flickered across his face before he turned to me. "Everything good here?"

"Yeah," I said, settling back into my chair, the weight of the day finally starting to lift. "We’re settled in."

Angel nodded, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. "Pops said he would come by tomorrow and check on everything. Stubborn motherfucker, though, keeps insisting he won’t stay out here in the desert."

I raised an eyebrow, my gaze drifting over to the window, the dry landscape stretching out before us. "You think he’s safe there?"

He met my eyes, his expression steady but tight, as if weighing every word before he spoke. "For now, yeah. This," he gestured around my house, his fingers sweeping the air, "is just a precaution.”

I exhaled slowly, nodding as I absorbed the gravity of his words. "Alright. Well, make yourselves at home," I said, pushing myself off the chair. "I’ll hit the grocery store tomorrow. Don’t have much here—just snacks and quick meals."

I watched him glance over at the empty kitchen counters, the bare fridge, and then back at me, his mouth twitching slightly in something like a smirk.

“We ain’t picky, princesa,” he said with a shrug, his tone low but easy, as if the simplicity of it was enough to settle the matter.

"Good," I replied, the corners of my mouth twitching up a little. "‘Cause it’s just been me here for a while." The words slipped out almost without thinking, and I felt a small wave of vulnerability, realizing how much I’d gotten used to the quiet solitude. I watched as he moved toward the door, his hand on the handle already.

"Angel," I called, stopping him before he could step outside. "Please stay. Whatever is out there will still be out there tomorrow."

He paused, his hand hovering over the door, but he didn’t turn around right away. Instead, I could feel his gaze on me from behind, his silent weight pressing down as if he was reading the depth of what I wasn’t saying. He didn’t have to ask twice. 

"Are you sure you want me to?" His voice was softer, a little quieter, and I could feel him searching my face for some hidden answer.

I took a breath, the uncertainty creeping up at the edges of my thoughts, but I fought it back. "I want you here," I said, my voice steady but thick with something unspoken.

For a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear, the tension hanging between us. Then, slowly, Angel turned, his gaze intense but not harsh. There was something almost comforting about the way he looked at me then, like he understood without needing to ask. He didn’t say anything else, but the way he closed the door behind him felt like the promise of staying, for however long it took.

I rummaged through the kitchen, pulling out what I could find. It wasn’t much, but a pot of mac and cheese would do for the night. It was quick and easy, and honestly, it was all I had on hand. I set it to simmer, keeping an eye on Maverick as he sat at the table, his little hands grabbing at the noodles with enthusiasm. By the time he was done, half of the mac and cheese had ended up smeared across his face, but from the way he was grinning, it was clear he enjoyed every bite.

Louisa walked over, a soft chuckle escaping her as she looked at Maverick’s messy face. “I’m going to give him his bath,” she said, scooping him up effortlessly. "Then we’ll head to bed. It’s been a long day. Good night."

“Good night,” I replied, my tone a bit more tired than I meant it to be. There was a quiet comfort in watching them slip into their routine, the kind of normalcy that always felt so distant in the chaos of everything else.

As Louisa carried Maverick down the hall, Angel leaned over and blew a rasping kiss on the baby’s cheek, making Maverick giggle in surprise. He stood up straight, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, then looked over at me with a soft, genuine smile. "Good night, son."

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavier than they seemed. He was still getting used to saying them, I could tell, but there was a sincerity in his voice that made the room feel just a little warmer. I nodded, my heart tightening slightly at the simple gesture.

"You need a shower," I said, glancing over at him. "Whatever EZ had you doing is clinging to you." The smell of dust, sweat, and something else lingered on him, a reminder of the long, grueling hours he'd spent in god knows what kind of mess.

"It’s a fucking mess," Angel muttered under his breath as I guided him through the house and into the bedroom, leading him toward the ensuite bathroom. He looked around, his eyes scanning the space, and then let out a low whistle. "Fuck."

I didn’t need to ask what he was thinking—he was already trying to mentally piece together how to scrub the day off. "Toilet’s through that door," I said, pointing with a nod. "If you need it. Towels are here," I added, pulling open the linen closet and grabbing a couple of fresh ones for him. "Patrick left some sweats I can grab for you, and I’ll throw what you have on in the wash."

He stood there for a second, still taking in the room, before giving a half-nod, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Appreciate it."

I stepped back, giving him space to get to the shower, but I didn’t leave the room just yet. My eyes lingered for a moment on him, noticing how tired he looked. The weight of whatever he’d been through today seemed to settle on his shoulders, and for all the bravado, it was clear he was feeling the toll of it. 

"You good?" I asked, not sure if I was talking about the mess or something deeper.

He looked at me over his shoulder, a brief flicker of something I couldn’t place crossing his face. "Yeah," he said quietly, before turning back to the shower. "Just need to get this shit off me."

I grabbed the sweats and laid them out on the vanity, the soft fabric neatly folded. For a moment, I paused, catching his reflection in the mirror. The steam from the shower was starting to fill the room, softening the edges of the space, and for a second, it felt like everything slowed down, the noise from the world outside fading away.

“You need anything else?” I asked, my voice steady.

"Just you," he said, his voice low and rough, the words hanging in the steam-filled air.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. My heart was beating louder in my chest, the rhythm almost drowning out the sound of the shower running in the background. The heat in the room was climbing, the air thick with steam and something else—something electric, something unmistakable. 

“Alright,” I said, my voice steady but soft, my eyes locking with his. Without another word, I reached for the hem of my shirt and tugged it up over my head, letting it fall to the floor. Then, I slipped out of my jeans, the fabric pooling around my feet as I stepped closer to him, the space between us shrinking with every second. 

The steam clung to my skin, warm and insistent, but it was his gaze that held me, that made the heat in the room feel like it was radiating from within me.

“Come here,” he said, his voice still low, but filled with a kind of authority I couldn’t resist. My feet moved on their own, bringing me closer to him until I was standing right in front of him, my heart racing, my hands shaking as I reached out for him.

His hands were faster though, gripping me by the waist and pulling me close until I was pressed up against him, my body flush with his. I gasped at the sudden heat, at the feeling of his bare skin against mine, and I couldn’t help the way my hands found his chest, gripping at the muscles there as I tried to steady myself.

My breath hitched, my stomach tightening as his lips pressed against my neck, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped me. His hands slid down to my ass, gripping me tightly as he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, my arms looping around his neck as he carried me towards the shower.

The water was hot, the steam rising around us as he stepped under the spray, still holding me up against him. His hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my back, on my hips—and I could barely think, barely breathe as he kissed me, his lips demanding and relentless.

His hands tightened on my ass, pulling me even closer, and I could feel the evidence of his desire grinding against my core, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his damp hair, holding on as if I might drown if I let go. Angel deepened the kiss, his body pressing against mine with a force that left no doubt about his intentions. The rough stubble of his jaw scraped against my skin, adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming mix.

“Fuck,” he growled against my lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to let the word escape before he was on me again, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His hips rocked against me, the friction building with every movement, and I could feel the tension coiling tight inside me, threatening to snap at any moment.

“Angel, please…” I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for, but he seemed to understand. His hands moved from my ass to grip my thighs, holding me steady as he pressed his forehead to mine, his breathing ragged.

“You want it?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. I nodded, too lost in the moment to form words, and he let out a low chuckle that vibrated through my chest.

“Good,” he said, his voice a dark promise as he shifted slightly, his hands moving to position himself at my entrance. I could feel the blunt head of him pressing against me, and I bit my lip, anticipation and need warring within me.

 My eyes locked with his as he pushed into me in one slow, deliberate motion. The sensation of him filling me was almost too much, and I let out a strangled gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands tightening on my thighs as he paused, giving me a moment to adjust before he began to move. His hips rocked against mine, the pace slow but relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

The water continued to pour over us, but I barely noticed it anymore. All I could focus on was the way he felt inside me, the way his body moved against mine, the heat of his skin, the roughness of his voice as he murmured my name.

“That’s it, querida,” he said, his voice a rough whisper in my ear as his pace quickened, the rhythm becoming more urgent. I could feel the tension building again, tighter and hotter this time, and I knew I was close.

“Angel, I’m…” I started to say, but he cut me off with another deep kiss, his tongue sliding against mine as his hips slammed into me with a force that drove the air from my lungs.

“Cum for me,” he commanded, his voice raw with need, my body shattering around him as the orgasm ripped through me, intense and all-consuming. My nails dug into his shoulders as I cried out, the sound lost in the steam and the water.

Angel didn’t stop, his hips still moving against mine as he chased his own release, and I could feel him grow even harder inside me. His breathing became even more ragged, his movements more erratic, until finally, with a low growl, he came, his body shuddering against mine as he buried himself deep inside me.

For a moment, he just held me there, his forehead resting against mine as we both struggled to catch our breath. The water continued to pour over us, but it felt like a distant thing.

“Fuck,” he murmured finally, his voice rough but satisfied, and I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound soft and breathless.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my arms tightening around him as I rested my forehead against his shoulder. “Fuck.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, and for a moment, we just stayed like that, holding each other as the water washed away the last remnants of the day. But eventually, he shifted, pulling out of me gently before setting me back on my feet. I wobbled slightly, my legs still shaky, but he steadied me with a hand on my hip, his touch surprisingly gentle.

“You good?” he asked, his voice softer now, and I nodded, leaning into him as he reached for the soap.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice just as soft. “I’m good.”

He smiled, a real smile this time, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else. The exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of whatever he’d been through that day, the mess that had clung to him when he walked through the door—it all faded into the background, leaving just the two of us, standing there in the steam and the water.

“Let’s get you clean,” he said, his voice still gentle, and I nodded, letting him guide me under the spray as he began to wash away the day. But even as the water rinsed away the sweat and the dust, I knew there were some things it couldn’t wash away. The way he’d looked at me, the way he’d touched me, the way he’d made me feel—it was all still there, lingering just beneath the surface, waiting for the next moment, the next touch, the next word.

The water flowed around us, its steady rhythm somehow grounding the moment, but the fire between us hadn’t dimmed. Angel’s hands still roamed over my skin, tender yet possessive, as though he couldn’t get enough of me. His touch was familiar, but every time he touched me like this, it felt like something new, something deeper.

He tilted my chin up, his gaze searching mine with a quiet intensity. "You sure you’re okay?" he asked again, his voice soft, but the weight of his concern was clear in his eyes.

I nodded, my fingers lightly tracing the lines of his jaw. "Yeah. I'm good. Just... needed that."

His gaze softened, and he pulled me in, his arms wrapping around me like I was something precious he was holding close, even if he never said it aloud. “I know what you mean,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. 

I let out a soft sigh, resting my head on his chest as the water continued to cascade over us. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around us, not just physically, but emotionally too. We weren’t just bodies entangled in the heat of the moment anymore. This was something more—something deeper, something that neither of us had ever really acknowledged but always knew was there.

"I’m good with you," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper, but it was the truth. With him, I felt safe in a way I didn’t with anyone else.

Angel’s fingers traced the line of my back, his touch slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of me. "Always?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of doubt.

I nodded, pulling away just enough to look up at him. "Always," I repeated, and for a moment, the playful teasing was gone, replaced by something serious. "You’re not getting rid of me easily."

He chuckled, brushing a kiss against my forehead. "Wouldn't dream of it."

We stood there for a moment longer, just holding each other, letting the water wash away everything—everything that had come before, everything that might come after.

I stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around my body. I reached up, wiping the fog off the mirror. I caught his gaze in the reflection as I reached for my moisturizer. Rubbing it in my skin. He watched almost in awe as I went through my routine. 

“That’s a lot of shit you have there,” he remarked looking at the vanity full of products. 

“I need all of them,” I smirked, “to make me pretty.”

“I seriously fucking doubt that,” he leaned against the doorframe as he continued to watch me. 

I chuckled under my breath, smearing the last bit of moisturizer onto my neck, feeling his gaze heavy on me. I could feel the heat of it even without turning around, the way his eyes seemed to linger, drawn to me in a way that was both familiar and still just a little thrilling.

“Trust me, it works,” I said with a teasing smile, glancing at him in the mirror, my lips curling into something a bit more playful. “But I guess you wouldn’t know. You're all rugged and effortlessly perfect.”

He raised an eyebrow, a small, almost cocky grin playing on his lips as he pushed off from the doorframe. “Effortlessly, huh?” He crossed the room toward me, each step slow, deliberate, like he was about to prove something. “You think this is effortless?” His hands brushed against my waist as he stood behind me, his voice low, almost a growl.

“You know you’re hot, Angel,” I leaned back into his chest, “you don’t need me to stroke you’re ego.” 

He smirked, leaning in close enough for me to feel his breath on the back of my neck. “You might be right,” he whispered. His hands slid to my shoulders, his fingertips grazing the skin beneath the towel, sending a shiver down my spine.

I met his gaze in the mirror, his eyes dark, the words unspoken between us settling into the air, heavier than the steam. I could feel the weight of it, the connection that had always been there, only growing stronger.

“I’m right about a lot of things,”  I said softly, my heart picking up its pace at the look in his eyes.

Angel tilted his head slightly, his gaze narrowing in a way that sent another wave of heat through me. “I’d say we’ve got something pretty damn good here,” he murmured, taking another slow step toward me.

I set the moisturizer down, my hand lingering on the vanity, and turned toward him. The towel barely clung to me as I stood there, suddenly aware of how close we were, how easy it would be to let that distance disappear.

"Yeah," I said, my voice a little more breathless than I intended, "we do."

My fingers laced through his, and I led him back into my bedroom. He looked at the bed, then back at me, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.

“You fucked Bishop there?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I shrugged, a slight smile playing on my lips. “I mean, yeah, but not in a long time,” I responded, my eyes flicking to the bed as if to reassure him. “You fucked me in the same bed you fucked Nails in.”

He grinned, leaning in closer. “I fucked you in the same bed you fucked Nails in,” he reminded me, his voice dropping even lower.

I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk. “Things aren't as wild here as they used to be at your place,” I told him, letting the words hang in the air between us.

His gaze softened, a mix of amusement and something more serious flickering behind his eyes. He took a slow step toward me, the tension shifting from teasing to something else entirely. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I’m good with that.”

“I am too,” I replied, turning my back to him. I slid open the dresser drawer, pulling out a clean pair of panties and a nightgown. With quick, practiced movements, I stepped into the panties before dropping the towel on the floor and slipping the gown over my head. I scooped up the towel and tossed it into the hamper with a soft rustle.

“How the fuck do women do that?” he asked, his voice still thick with curiosity as he watched me.

“Do what?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder.

“Get dressed without getting naked,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes scanning me as if waiting for something to spill over.

I raised an eyebrow, turning slightly as I finished tucking the gown into place. “Practice,” I replied with a smirk.

“Fucking magic,” he stepped off the door frame, walking with me to the bed. 

“I’ll let you believe that,” I responded as I pulled the covers back and slid into bed. He stood there for a moment watching as I settled in. 

He shook his head, amused, before finally sitting on the edge of the bed. His fingers traced absently over the sheets, like he was taking in the feel of my space—so different from his.

“This is weird,” he admitted after a beat.

I propped myself up on one elbow, tilting my head. “What is?”

“Being here. In your space.” His eyes met mine, something unreadable flickering in them. “Feels different.”

I let out a soft laugh. “Because it’s clean?”

He smirked. “Because it’s you.”

That caught me off guard. My fingers twisted in the blanket as I considered what to say to that, but before I could find the words, he was climbing in next to me.

“Move over,” he murmured, slipping under the covers.

I scooted back just enough for him to fit, and as soon as he settled, he pulled me against him, his arm draping over my waist. The warmth of his body seeped into mine, and I let my eyes drift shut.

“Better?” I asked softly.

He pressed a slow kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment before he whispered, “Yeah.”

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Pretty Young Thing: Angel Reyes x Reader (NSFW)

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It’s Taza’s fault.

Ever since the other man had revealed that he preferred ass over pussy, Angel can’t stop thinking about it. He’s done anal before, but he’s always been the giver, never the receiver. What makes it worse is that Taza refuses to any of his questions.

“What does it feel like?” He’d asked the other man as he slide into the seat across from him and Taza had laughed before saying.

“Why don’t you talk to that pretty, young thing of yours and find out?”

He broaches the topic whilst the two of you are doing the dishes in the kitchen. Felipe’s playing with Valeria in the living room, so he knows he won’t be overheard.

“I can’t get it out of my head.” He mutters, his hip bumping against yours as the two of you lean back against the work surface. “What if I’m missing something? I mean a lot of guys do it right? So, it must feel good.”

“Do you want to try it?” You ask him, drying the last plate before handing it to him.

He bobs his head from side to side in indecision, it’s a big step even for Angel.

“Let’s experiment a little first.” You suggest. “Go slow, see if you like it.”

It starts with a finger. The two of you are getting hot and heavy later that night, trying to keep things quiet because Valeria is in the next room and Felipe down the hall. You’ve become savants at it at this point, your trysts stifled by hands and pillows. You’re a tease tonight, it’s becoming more and more frequent over the last few weeks because since you’ve been shot you need to regain some assemble of control and if Angel’s honest, he needs to lose it.

When your lubed up fingers trace around his hole, he’s surprised to find he likes it. It’s a sensitive area and you’re an expert at reading him, you can tell he wants a little more from the way his hips arch trying to take your finger. The sound he makes when you enter him, it’s loud and you have to clap your free hand over his mouth to silence him. He gets off on that because his Reina, she always takes care of him, she knows exactly what he needs.

“Touch yourself.” You command and fuck, if he doesn’t obey.

You take him apart slowly, adding another finger, stretching him as you brush over that deviant little spot the one that makes his hips buck and his dick twitch. You can tell he’s close, his movements become more frantic, his breath more ragged. The ecstasy, it’s intense, more intense than Angel has ever felt before. It tears through Angel like an IED exploding through his synapses. Your palm presses down over his mouth even harder as Angel becomes completely untethered.

“You liked that.” You murmur after you’ve washed up, your lips brushing over the corner of his mouth.

The two of you are tangled up in one another, your fingertips ghosting along his cheekbone as he holds you close.

“Felt good.” He mumbles drowsily. He feels so relaxed right now, so loved so cared for. It reminds him of the days before the shooting, before Valeria, when the two of you were just a little wild. It’s been a while since he’s had that feeling, that he hasn’t felt burdened by the weight of his responsibilities.

“You want to try a little more next time?”

He smiles against your mouth, his lips claiming yours.

“I’ll book a hotel.”

***

It feels like the first time that Angel took you to bed. You take care of him the same way as you did back then, with teasing caresses and heated lips that chase over his erogenous zones. It leaves him relaxed and wanting, his dick leaking as you kiss him everywhere but the one place, he needs you too. He whines when you pull away, unwilling to relinquish the contact. You shush him, your lips brushing over his sweetly as you smear lube over the black strap on you’re wearing.

“Don’t worry my Angel, I’ll give you what you need.”

You love seeing him like this, so wanton, so desperate. You enter him slowly, and he takes you inch by inch until the toy brushes over his prostate and he moans like a fucking whore. You dip your head low, your mouth covering his as your thumb ghosts along the line of his jaw. It grounds him, anchoring him in the moment as you begin to move in languid strokes, each one leaving him breathless.

There’s a relief in the sensation, to be the one taken, instead of taking. He didn’t realise how much he needed it until this moment, how much he craved it.

“Harder.” He mutters. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re sure?” You ask him and he takes your hand, guiding it up to his throat.

“Remind me who I belong to, Mi Reina.” He whispers. “Make me believe I’m yours.”

You absolutely ruin him.

You fuck him hard, your hand squeezing his throat until the edges of his vision turn black and his cock throbs. Everytime, you release him he whines because he can taste nirvana, it’s there just out of reach but you won’t let him touch it.

“Please…” He pleads as the ecstasy surges up through his veins, setting every single one of his nerve endings ablaze.

“Oh Angel, you beg so pretty.” You tell him, that sinful smile crossing your features. “How can I deny my good boy anything?”

Those words…

He feels the flush creeping up his cheeks because Angel, he’s never been the good anything. It taps into something deep inside his psyche, heightens the intimacy as your hand drifts down to his cock, your thumb spreading pre-cum over the tip. You jerk him off in time with your thrusts, each one taking him right to the precipice.

The air rushes out of his chest as the pleasure hits him, it overwhelming, the way it tears through his synapses like a wildfire burning up his sanity. He’s loud when he comes, so fucking loud the guy in the next room bangs on the fucking wall. Angel doesn’t give a shit because the euphoria that’s racing through his system, it’s like a narcotic.

He whines as you withdraw from his body, he feels empty and overwrought in the moment but then you’re back by his side in an instant, the toy discarded. He moans as your hands trail over his sensitive skin, soothing and tender. You kiss his lips and he’s flooded with a sense of security that he has never felt with any other person.

The next day he sits down across from Taza as the other man flicks through a newspaper with his reading glasses on. He glances up, taking stock of the expression on Angel’s face, before a smile ghosts across his lips.

“You tried it.” He says, turning the next page.

“I owe you a beer.” Angel mutters, sliding one of the two bottles he’s brought over towards Taza. “You know for the advice.”

“Why don’t you talk to that pretty, young thing of yours and find out?”

Taza smiles before he picks up the beer and takes a sip.

“Honestly Angel, you don’t owe me a damn thing.”

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Hate Me, Love Me: Angels Story-nov

As always 18+. TW:DV, character death

Summary: You two were a match made in heaven. Lovers from the moment you two locked eyes even though your parents had already chosen for you.....or so you thought. When EZ is released from prison a family secret comes to light. You were always to wed a Reyes ....it just wasn't suppose to be Angel. Can you convince him your love is still true and defy your parents wishes? Will EZ let you two be?

Word Count 2k+

“We should have a baby” murmured Angel as he pulled you closer to him voice heavy with sleep still as he grinded against you making heat pool in your lower abdomen as your arousal dripped onto your thighs. “Morning to you as well” you giggled as your hand travelled down his bare chest and onto his thigh making his breath hitch. “and to him” you added as your hand gently stroked his hard cock. Your thumbnail carefully dragging the precum around his sensitive tip.

Angel groaned before quickly repositioning you under him his mouth sucking and nipping at your neck as his head notched at your opening. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him slide into your slick heat easily. “Fuck” moaned Angel into your neck as you fluttered and clamped down around him. “So wet and tight already mi amor” he grunted as he slowly thrusted in and out of you making you moan and whimper.

A knock at the bathroom door had your mind ripping from that last morning you and Angel had been together. That day your lives had changed forever. Another knock had you scooping all the tests on the counter into the trashcan as you flushed the toilet and washed your hands. Opening the door you came face to face with the monster you had been living with for the last almost two months.

“Everything okay?” inquired EZ as he leaned against the wall. His dark eyes roaming over you in a way that made you ill. You gave a meek nod before holding out you hand to him and letting him lead you back to the table where your parents were sitting. The four of you were having a dinner to celebrate something EZ and your father had done. You could care less honestly. The only reason you were here was because EZ no longer trusted anyone to watch you when he left you at home. His patience was dwindling and he had been very clear this morning that he would only allow his denial between your legs for another night. Tomorrow he would just take what was his seeing as how you were now his wife.

You were pushing your salad around when you noted Bottles walk up and whisper something to EZ. Your stomach flipped and churned as you felt his gaze fall on you. “Mi Amor. Why didn’t you tell me you suspected you were pregnant?”

You swallowed hard as you willed yourself to meet his gaze. “You have been so busy, I didn’t want to worry you “ you started before EZ waved you off.

“Never too busy for you. I’m sorry they were negative though.” He offered before turning to your father. “I’ll be sure to fix that though tonight” he joked as he elbowed your father playfully who laughed as well as your mother.

Your eyes darted to Bottles who gave a slight shake of his head before disappearing back into the shadows. Why had he lied? You thought to yourself as you looked back to EZ and your father both of who were still chuckling as they went back to their discussion. A red dot on EZ’s chest caught your eyes right as he looked at you. EZ frowned at your wide eyes right before looking down. The next thing you knew a boom filled the air as your mother screamed and EZ slumped forward as your father ducked under the table.

Two months prior

You felt like the ground was crumbling out from under you as your father spoke. The air thick with tension,hurt and anger. Tears burned at your lash line as each word hit you in the gut. This couldn't be true. Couldn't be happening. Fanatically you searched the faces of your parents, Felipe, Angel and Ez, who sat around your kitchen table.

Only Angel's face mirrored how you felt. His grip on your hand tightening painfully as your parents tore your fairytale apart. Felipe had the decency to look ashamed and remorseful but offered no defense for you and Angel against your ever stoic and emotionless parents. You swallowed hard and shivered at the dark smirk you got from EZ.

EZ couldn't help the smirk that played across his face. The monster lurking beneath the golden boy scout mask, taking a quick peek at his beautiful prize. If he was being honest he didn't want you....well not exactly. He wanted you so Angel couldn't have you anymore. He wasn't interested in love or any of that fluffy bullshit. He wanted something to sink into whenever he needed, something to own.

“You mother and I understand this is hard. To have been with one man for over ten years then told you are being given to another” stated your father trying to pretend to be remorseful but you saw through the façade like you always had. “EZ is Presidente and the only reason I am agreeing to this change is because of his higher status than his brother.” continued to explain your father before Angel interrupted.

“He hasn’t even prospected. He can’t be Presidente” snapped Angel his fist slamming onto the table as his anger started to get the better of him. Ignoring his fathers quiet plea of calm Angel continued. “So you all just think you can barge into our home and tell us our marriage, our love and life we have built is just over? Null and void? That It doesn’t matter because this snot nosed golden child whined about it not being fair that he missed out because he killed a cop like an idiot.” Ranted Angel as he slammed his chair back sending it flying as he over turned the kitchen table.

“How come no one mentioned that they were suppose to be an arranged marriage until today? Let me and her get together and just never say anything all these years? How come he fucking knew but not her or I?” demanded Angel as Felipe restrained him against the fridge as you cried and you mom cowered behind your father.

“Boys like you deserve no explanation from men like me and your brother” spat your father as EZ just sat laughing before standing up and tossing some keys to the floor at Angels feet.

“Those are the keys to the trailer by the clubhouse. Effective in an hour that is where you live brother. This house and her are mine.” He stated before heading out of the kitchen.

Gillys House

Gilly and Coco sat in stunned silence as they listened to Angel go over what had happened earlier that day. The club had been dismantled to a degree. Bishop excommunicated and other brothers missing or had quit.

“She didn’t even say anything. I might as well hit the road. I don’t wanna see my girl getting dicked down and shit” stated Angel defeatedly as he slumped onto the table.

“Probably best she didn’t. The violence your brother showed earlier at the clubhouse can very easily be put on her.” Stated gilly as he exchanged a look with Coco.

“She loves ya too much to give up on you” offered Coco as he took a drag of his cigarette.

Next Day

“Stop” you screamed voice almost hoarse as you grabbed onto EZ’s leather. Trying your best to get him off Angel.  “Please EZ! I’m begging you. I’ll do anything please don’t hurt him!” you sobbed as he tossed you off him to the floor of the clubhouse.

This was your fault. If you had only held your tongue last night then EZ wouldn’t have beaten the shit out of you. Leaving you with bruises, cuts scrapes, a busted lip and black eye for Angel to get pissed about.

Panting EZ spun around on you making you skirt along the floor to get away. “Good girl. I knew you would see things my way” he growled as he yanked you up to him making you flinch. “Kiss me” he demanded in your ear as he gripped your neck. With tears in your eyes you did as he demanded as Angel watched from the floor.

For the next two months you pretended to be a good little wife. Keeping you and Angel safe from EZ wrath. You were lucky he was so distracted in gaining power that he didn’t pay much mind to your lack of letting him in your bed. He had tried but you had pushed back and a small part of him still wasn’t fully evil enough to just take what he wanted from your body.

Angel though didn’t see it that way though. In his mind you had moved on. Replacing him and giving up on the love and life the two of you had built. No reassurance from Gilly or Coco could make him see reason. No sneaked letter from you was read or when it was believed truly.

Present Day

Angel was sipping a beer as he sat on his patio overlooking the ocean. The crash of the rolling waves the only sound as he lay in his hammock. He had fled to Mexico a couple of weeks ago after a particularly bad blow up with his brother, the whole club was coming under fire and Angels loyalty had long ago left. Valuing his own life he had disappeared across the border with Coco, Letty and Gilly. Looking up at the clear night sky his mind drifted to you. Wondering if you were looking up at the same time. While he had given up on the idea of you two ever being able to reunite or that you still actually loved him he couldn’t help but ease into the comfort of old memories.

He still wore the ring. Bore the shared tattoos, had your photo as his background and framed portraits of you hung in his bungalow. He had managed to smuggle a poem you had wrote him out and your wedding album out  of the house as well as a shirt you had brought him and a pair of panties he had always kept in his leather. On the especially lonely nights after not being able to stomach bringing another woman to his bed. He would turn the lights down and use them to get off. His mind full of you as he talked out loud, moaning and calling your name.

Glancing at his watch Angel sighed before making his way inside. Calling it for the night as he tossed his bottle into the trash and turned out the lights. Angel had just drifted off when the knocking started. “What the fuck” he grumbled as he saw it was four in the morning. “Someone better be dead” he called as the knocking continued as he stumbled to the door. “What?” he snapped as he flung the door open.

“Hey” you murmured as you met his eyes. You watched as Angel went through every emotion. Irritation, shock and surprise to disbelieve and happiness. Within moments he had you pulled into the house slamming the door as he watched through the windows for anyone else.

“How?” he stated as he turned to you. You looked rough. Pale, hair a mess, makeup trialing down your cheeks as if you had been crying, dress torn to shreds and shoes missing.

You shook your head not sure how to be honest. “Someone shot EZ and then they dragged me into a van. I was blindfolded. Then a tunnel, it was dirt and wood. I remember a hospital? Then another van and then I got dropped off a couple blocks away and told to come here.”

“Why?” demanded Angel as he turned to you.

“Because I love you” you replied puzzled by the question. You were not a hundred percent sure what he was asking. Having known him for so long though you knew his mind would have been trying to paly tricks on him. That he would have talked himself into believing what your parents and EZ had said, That he was not worthy of you, that he could not provide for you and that you never truly loved him.

The silence between you two was loud as Angel took in those four words. Within seconds his lips were on yours as he pushed you against the wall. You parted your lips letting his tongue snake into your mouth as you moaned. Hands sliding down his bare chest to his boxers as his hands cupped your ass prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Pregnant” you mumbled as Angel quickly ripped your panties off, flingers sliding through your wet folds making you whine.

“What?” stated Angel as his fingers stilled inside you. His eyes searching yours as you cupped his face.

“We are pregnant Angel. I” you started before his lips were back on yours as he carried you to his bed. Tears spilling from his eyes as he laid you down before pulling back and caressing your stomach as his hands travelled to your dress. Bunching it up his eyes landing on his name above your mound before yanking his boxers down just enough to free his hardened length.

“I just need to be inside you mi amor. After this I’ll make love to every inch of your body like you deserve.” He murmured as he carefully pushed into your slick heat making you back arch. Angel kept your his hands firmly on your knees as he watched himself disappear into your depths before pulling back out his cock glistening with your arousal.

“Angel” you whimpered as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. The head of his cock dragging along that sweet spot over and over. Angel moved over you, caging you in with his arms as his mouth found yours. Sucking down every sweet moan as he kept up his pace. He groaned as yours hands scratched his back and pulled at his hair, urging him on until he was pouring himself deep within your soft walls.

“I thought I had lost you” you murmured as he lay on top of you. “I love you so much Angel. No one else holds anything to you” you continued as he kissed your forehead and gently wiped at the tears that slipped down your cheeks.

“Shh. I know baby girl. I’m so sorry forever making you think I doubted the truth of your love. For leaving you behind, I will never forgive myself for that.” Murmured Angel as his tears mixed with yours.

A few months later

Angel was tearing home after his father’s call. His words still ringing in his ear. “I’m sorry I couldn’t kill him that night. He knows where she is and is coming for her”. Letting his bike crash into the driveway as he hopped off he took in the suv and bolted for the stairs just as he heard gunshots ring out. Taking the stairs three at a time he busted through the already broken door and slipped in a pool of blood, his own gun flying under the couch.

“No” he screamed as he crawled through the warm crimson river that flowed from around the corner. His eyes taking in the dark shape on the floor as tears poured down his face. Grabbing onto the arm he pulled you to him only to stop as he caught sight of movement by the nursery.

“I….I… killed…..” you stuttered as you dropped to your knees still holding the gun in both hands. Eyes wide as you gasped for breathe and your body trembled.

Angel glanced down at the empty eyes of EZ before slowly making his way to you. Once he had the gun out of your hands and the safety on he held you tightly to him as you sobbed. “It’ll be okay.” He soothed as he closed his eyes as your daughter started to cry. “We will all be okay” he continued as he heard the faint sounds of sirens.

The End

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Chapter 4: The Love She Holds

Series: “She” Word count: 2,7k+ Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader Warnings: 18+; mayans mc typical warnings, unwanted touch, SMUT kinda A/n: What we're all been waiting for ✨ PS. If I reread this one more time before posting I'll probably scrape it all bcs I'm never satisfied 😩 If you enjoyed reading this please reblog and let me know your thoughts!

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For the next few days, Angel can’t look you in the eyes—hell, he can’t even bring himself to leave his room when he hears you shuffling around the apartment. He waits for the sound of the lock shifting in the door before he can bring himself to stick his head out of his safe haven. 

Angel knows he’s the one that fucked up this whole thing with you. He was lonely, and you were in his life for such a long ass time. You’ve never let him down—not even once. You are the sweetest person he’s ever met, yet you can still kick his ass when he’s being a dick. Falling in love with you was inevitable, but he didn’t know it would happen so fast—so soon. 

The man sighs as he leans his elbows on the wooden counter, listening to the wheezing of the coffee machine as hot black liquid spurts into the mug. The sound was tickling his nerves in a certain—very annoying—way. It didn’t make him even slightly angry before the bath incident, but now he just can’t stand it—it makes his head hurt. 

He slams his fist onto the counter, cursing loudly. The coffee spills over the edge of the mug and barely misses his hand. 

“I should fuckin’ do something,” he murmurs to himself through clenched teeth. Since when was he afraid to go after a woman he loves? He’s never been a goddamn pussy. What changed?

You are just so different than anyone Angel’s ever been with. He doesn’t want to lose you—can’t fucking stand the thought of you walking away. He has to do something. 

He drops Maverick off at Felipe’s house—gives them some abuelo-nieto time while he drives over to the bar where you work. It’s a shithole—a very suspicious one at that—yet the parking lot in front is almost full. The neon sign above the door flashes on and off when Angel slams the door of his car shut. Jesus, it’s gonna give someone a headache or a fucking seizure.

Entering this building was probably one of the worst mistakes in life—the man thinks as he’s greeted by a couple almost going at it by the entrance. The skinny blond dude has his hand down the poor girl’s skimpy skirt as she moans loudly in his ear, hips rolling into his palm. Fucking disgusting. 

He was doing the same exact shit back in the day when he was dumb, reckless, and didn’t care about anyone other than himself. But now the view makes him almost gag. 

The brunet pushes past the lovebirds—or rather fuckbirds—through the narrow hallway to the main area. The dimmed red lights flashing above his head and the music that makes every wall pulse with the beat make it seem like more of a club rather than a bar. He’s surprised when he takes a few more steps and a woman dressed in booty shorts with her whole tits out passes by him with a tray full of colorful shots. What the fuck is this place?

Angel looks around wildly, searching the topless women’s faces in fear he’ll recognize one of them. He pushes past the swaying bodies in the middle of the room, and then he sees you—working behind the bar.

He’s relieved when he notices that your chest is covered by one of those bralette thingies you like to wear so much. But he’s not sure whether this relief comes from not wanting the pathetic men around the bar to stare at your perfect body or not wanting to get another surprise boner in front of you. 

“You didn’t tell me you’re a bartender now,” he yells through the loud music as your gaze finds him, your eyes widening in shock.

You serve one of the men at the bar a bottle of beer, popping the cap simultaneously, then you come back to Angel and squint at him, trying to find a clue as to why he turned up at your workplace and how he even knew where to find you. This bar was almost an hour's drive away from Santo Padre. 

“What the hell are you doing here? I do not have time to put up with your shit right now, Angel,” you sneer at him as you lean over the bar in hopes he’ll hear you better, take the hint and retreat back to his car. 

“I’m fucking sorry, alright?!” He throws his hands in the air in exasperation, almost knocking a drink out of some poor girl’s hand.

You blink once, then twice, and your eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, “Fuck off.” You whip around and go the opposite way to serve another customer. 

That’s definitely not how Angel imagined this conversation would go. He didn’t know you were that mad at him. He was a moron to think you’d accept his apology without a peep in the middle of a sea of drunk strangers. This wasn’t a goddamn telenovela. 

The man sighs deeply in annoyance before following you to the other side of the bar. “Querida, can we talk? Give me five fucking minutes.”

At first, he’s sure you’ll just ignore him as your eyes almost pop out of your skull—that’s how hard you roll them at his words—but then you turn to him with teary eyes. “I’m at work. I can’t. You really couldn’t wait and ambush me when I’m home?” 

“It was an impulse,” he admits. Angel knew it was pretty dumb to think that if he came here, you’d drop everything, so he could explain himself and get rid of this guilt that’s been eating him alive for the past few days. “Please, querida.”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” you curse under your breath before waving over the other bartender and shouting through the noise to her that you’re taking a break. 

You join Angel on the other side of the counter and tug at his kutte, leading him toward the exit. Before you can even reach the hallway, someone bumps into you, their hands grabbing at your naked waist. 

“Hey there, bonita,” the man greets you. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes makes your eyes widen—you know it very well. 

Angel stands there for a second, his left brow raised in annoyance and confusion because you seem to know this guy—and he really doesn’t like that thought. He pushes the stranger’s hands off your body with a sneer. 

“Man, don’t fucking touch her like that.”

You catch Angel’s forearm and squeeze almost painfully, your nails digging into his inked skin. You don’t turn your head toward him even for a quarter of a second. 

“The hell? We’re friends, big guy.” The man’s deep voice and graying beard confuse him even more. Since when do you fancy fucking grandpas? 

“Uh, Cesar, hi,” you greet him, your voice squeaky and the upward quirk of your lips fake. The second the stranger’s gaze falls over your grip on the brunet’s arm, you release him. “Sorry, I’ve actually just finished my shift.”

“No, you fucking didn’t.” Cesar’s eyebrows and nose scrunch threateningly. Who the fuck is this guy to be talking to you like that?

You reply without missing a beat, “My kid’s got a fever. It’s an emergency.”

The old guy looks between your face and Angel’s before the grimace falls. The smirk taking its place isn’t any less threatening. “You must be the baby daddy, huh?” he asks, but his tone is clearly mocking.

You pray in your head that Angel will hold his short temper at bay. You know, one wrong word to Cesar equals a shit ton of trouble—even the satisfaction of wiping that disgusting smirk off his face wasn’t worth it. 

“Mi niña hermosa. So fucking good at riding, she got herself a biker,” Cesar almost moans those words out as his hand finds your hip, fingers toying with the belt loop of your dress pants. You don’t move to slap his hand away.

Angel raises his fist to punch him, his teeth gritting against each other almost audibly. Before he can deliver that hit, you push him aside and usher him out of the door. You don’t say another word to that Cesar guy—not even a goodbye—as he slips a bill into your back pocket and slaps your ass.

Angel is fucking livid because you know how to take care of yourself, he saw you kill a man before, crush his skull with your goddamn boot, and yet you just take the disrespect in silence. It’s not like you.

Once you’re out the door and out of earshot, he explodes. “Why the fuck did you let him treat you like that?!” His voice reverberates through the night air, earning the two of you a few concerned and annoyed glances from the bystanders. 

“That’s my boss. Now shut up and take me home,” you mumble, exhausted, looking around the parking lot in search of Angel’s car. “I spent an hour in the car with that dick to even get here, and now I’m going back after not even half of my shift just because you couldn’t wait to talk,” you rant, almost stumbling over your words.

When you reach the car, and he opens the door at the passenger side like always, he’s surprised to catch a glimpse of tears running down your cheeks. He joins you inside with a sigh, concerned eyes finding your head turned away from him as you stare through the side window. 

“Cariño, I’m sorry,” Angel whispers, his hand reaching to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with your bare arm. “Every single time I feel like we’re closer than ever and that maybe you feel something toward me too, you fucking push me away.”

“I know, I’m—”

You cut him off before he has a chance to apologize again, “No, I’m speaking right now. You’ve never yelled at me before. Not like that. You scared the shit out of me, and I blamed myself. Wondered what the hell I did to deserve it. But I didn’t do shit.” You throw your arms in the air, gesticulating toward him. You still refuse to meet his eyes. “You fucked up. Not me. You’re the one that’s been playing with my feelings all this time, and god forbid I try to even out the stakes.”

Angel’s now the one tearing up as his eyes widen at your words. “Querida, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t fucking mean it.” His fingers find solace in tugging on his hair in frustration.  “And I never wanted you to feel like I’m playing with your feelings. I’m so sorry.”

You turn away from him again, biting your lip to keep the sobs inside. “Please, just drive me home, Angel.” The desperation in your voice is heartbreaking. 

So he does what you ask of him and drives you home in silence. He doesn’t have it in him to try again when you’re already struggling, trying to keep the whimpers from wrecking your body. And when you pull up in front of your apartment building with a heavy heart, he lets you jump out of the car and rush to the door. 

He stays in his seat, trying to recollect himself—it doesn’t help, he still hates himself for making you feel this way. It takes a while for him to get inside the apartment, he dreads that when he walks in, you’ll tell him to take his shit and get out of your life. 

Angel knows he fucked up, and you were right; he played with your feelings—played with his own too. He slept in your bed almost every night, cuddled with you, kissed your forehead and told you ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’. How was it any different from how he’d treat Nails, Luisa, or any other woman he loved? Minus the sex. And when you challenged that unspoken boundary—on purpose or not—he chickened out and treated you like a plague. What the hell was wrong with him?

The apartment is swallowed in darkness when he enters it. You’re nowhere to be seen, and he figures out you’ve probably shut yourself inside your room, maybe even locked the door, so he wouldn’t be able to come in. He wouldn’t blame you.

He sits on the couch in the gloom and stares into the void. He’ll wait for you to come to him once you’re ready—he’ll sit here for hours if he has to. Angel needs to fix this, tell you what’s really been on his mind the past couple of days—tell you how much you mean to him, how much he loves you, and how fucking terrifying it is. 

Three hours pass, and he’s almost dozed off on the couch, his head tilted forward, his back slumped, and his eyelids drooping with every second. The wooden floor creaks underneath your footsteps, waking him up completely. The sleepiness evaporates into thin air as he straightens up and finds your frame in the darkness. 

You switch on one of the lamps in the corner of the room. Its warm glow takes over its surroundings, but not overwhelmingly so. Angel squints a little as your frame drops onto the couch beside him. You sniffle softly before leaning your head on his shoulder.

His heart shatters just a little bit more, and his voice carries it, breaking in the middle of the sentence, “I’m sorry, cariño.”

You don’t acknowledge his apology—you don’t really need to. Your next words are all the forgiveness he could ever want. 

“I love you, Angel,” you mumble against his arm. It’s a quiet confession, yet it echoes in his mind like a mantra.

He feels your tears soaking into the sleeve of his shirt. The man blinks in shock once, or twice, then pulls you into his lap and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead. 

“You know I love you too, right? More than any woman I’ve ever loved,” he admits, and it pains him, but it’s the truth.

He loved Luisa and Stephanie, but those feelings pale in comparison to what he feels for you. Angel never experienced this overwhelming want to protect someone from the whole goddamn world—the pure need to spend every single minute of his life with them and care about them more than he’s ever cared about himself. He feels that for you—like he could throw himself into a burning fire if someone promised him his sacrifice would give you and Maverick safety for the rest of your lives. 

You straighten up in his arms and cradle his jaw in your palms. When your eyes meet, you see that burning fire in them. He doesn’t need to say anything else—you understand him without words. 

Your lips press against his tentatively at first, tasting the love and longing. But Angel has a different idea. He pulls you flush against his chest, hands tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. His tongue grazes the plush of your lips, and you part them for him without a second thought. 

That night, he fucks you on the couch in the middle of your living room, your back pressed against the cushions as he slides inside you with a guttural groan. It’s sweet and needy. The desire you harbored for each other finally released into the world—he’s far past feeling guilty, and sorry for a woman that’s long gone.

Your moans reverberate through the room, and all he can think about is how perfectly he fits inside you—like you were made just for him. One look into your eyes, and he knows you’re thinking the same thing. 

Your nails bite into the bare skin of his back, and the pain is so lovely—he could get drunk on it. He pushes deeper and deeper until you’re a whimpering, clenching mess beneath him. It’s a picture that burns into his brain, he’ll never be able to get it out—not that he’ll ever want to. 

When he spills inside you with a groan, you pull him flush against your naked frame, cradling his face in your palms and leaving sweet pecks anywhere you can reach. 

He’s addicted already, he’ll never be able to give you away now—not a chance in the world. Angel’s love for you is burned into his heart permanently. 

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Fury Road - An Angel Reyes/Reader Smut Short.

I dreamed of having car sex with Angel last night, so now you get to enjoy it as well, besties!

Words - 837

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“This makes me feel like I’m in high school still, hiding from parents or some shit,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours as his hands tug at your clothes.  

“Yeah,” you gasp, your mouth laying hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck, yanking his shirt undone and sending the buttons you’re too shaky with arousal to finish undoing flying. “It’s been a while since my ass has seen the backseat of a car.” 

Sometimes, you just can’t wait until home. When Angel has been in charge of the transport, you've pulled over at the side of the highway and had him fuck you against his bike, but tonight, it’s your car that features as the location for two people who never have and never will be able to get enough of one another.  

He’s rough with you in his haste to have you naked beneath him, all fiery longing and impulses driven by need, by the blinding desire to slip into the heaven of your cunt and fuck you senseless, your underwear snapping in his grasp, his fingers stroking over your clit before plunging to take root inside of you, the metal of his thick rings cool at your hot, soaking entrance.  

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, fingertips exploring you, circling, nudging until you buck against him, eliciting a whine he kisses away as his mouth meets yours. “Damn, I ain’t even started and you’re this wet?” 

“What can I say?” you purr. “You know I’m a cock hungry whore for you.” Those words mist his senses, his fingers beginning to glide back and forth as he rakes at your tender walls, having you gasping and crying out, unfastening his jeans, needing something much more considerable in size than his fingers. “Need you. Right now.” 

He pushes his jeans and boxers down his hips a little, his cock like a steel post as he grasps it, pushing into you, his teeth sharp at your neck as the velvet hug of your pussy contracts around him. It’s fever-hot and urgent, your bodies undulating together, your thighs tightening on him as your legs draw up and clench around his waist, nails grazing his back as you pant against one another.

What he gives you is all-out sexual brutality, the car beginning to rock, your body sliding back only for the clutch of his powerful hands to keep hauling you back, anchoring you to him, forcing you to take the brunt of his fuck entirely. And that brunt, nothing could feel better. Nothing ever feels better than Angel, fucking you with all the power of a turbo charged jackhammer. Nothing.

His body is an absolute masterpiece to your lust blown eyes, all thick, smooth and tattooed, covered in a sheen of sweat as he rails you mercilessly into the back seat, rising up as much as he’s able and reaching to the soaking mess of your folds, his thumb beginning to stroke at your hardened clit, pleasure shimmering over your spine, the swell skittering over your veins and down to your bones as you wail helplessly, at the mercy of him, not that he shows you even a fraction of that. 

“Look at you, fuck. You’re so fuckin’ hot, split around my dick.” He growls, grasping your legs and hauling them up to rest against your shoulders, bearing his entire weight down into you through his pelvis, making you scream when his cock hits you deep, deep, deep. His groans fill the air between you, his teeth sharp at your neck, marking you with the brandings of a man near out of his sanity with carnal fury. He then slows, each plunge into your soaking centre given in all-in, all-out thrusts, teasing your aching core, chuckling at your frustrated mewl as he pants hard. 

“Angel, please! Fucking give it to me!” you demand, nails raking his arms. 

“But I am, dulce. Just not the way you want it.” He winks, laughing further at your frustration, the circles at your clit rubbed so slowly, lightly and tightly that you almost forget to breathe, his cock popping out again, pausing, arrowing back to your summit as he groans when you flutter strongly around him. He leans forward, kissing your throat before gently clutching your jaw, turning your head to look at him. “Alright, mi amor. I’ll give it to you.” 

And he does. And its utter heaven, the way he arrows into you without even a hint of control, long, hard, barbarous thrusts delighting your entire body, your screams filling the car as lava begins to bubble and pool at the base of your spine, your release set to erupt, his thumb circling at your bud faster.   

His teeth crush at your neck, whispering a string of cusses as his undoing possesses him, like a demon vying for release, your entire body tensing as with fury, longing and fire, you come undone spectacularly beneath him, seeing stars, breathless and sweaty, and oh so very satisfied. You’re unsure you’ll be able to drive without crashing, though. 

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Valentine's Day Bingo: King - Angel Reyes x Reader (NSFW)

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Hitting the Lace Bingo Square

Angel has you sitting on the edge of the bed, your wrists bound behind your back and a black silk eyemask drawn down over your eyes. You’re wearing royal blue lace tonight; it highlights your skin giving you almost ethereal look. His thumb trails over your lower lip, dragging it down before he murmurs the words.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful Mi Reina.”

He tilts your chin up, and you can feel the heat of his body as he leans in close, his mouth brushing over yours. His lips are hot, almost searing as his tongue dips into your mouth. Your body responds to him, arching up as he grips your jaw, holding you in place. You whine when he pulls away and he smiles because his reina needs him just as much as he needs her.

He kneels before you, placing his palms on your bare thighs, parting them before he guides them over his shoulders.

You can feel his breath ghosting over the damp lace, his beard grazing along your inner thighs. His fingertips slip under the elastic, teasing along your wetness. It’s nothing more than a brief caress but your hips buck towards his mouth, and he just can’t help himself. He tugs your underwear to one side revealing your nakedness and his cock fucking twitches.

You have such a pretty cunt; he’s always thought so, and he can’t wait to get his mouth on it.

When he kisses you there, your breathing hitches. His tongue traces lightly over your clit before he sucks just slightly, making you breathe his name out loud. His tongue delves lower, pressing at your entrance, he holds it there and you whimper, trying to fuck it but he holds you in place lapping over it over and over again until you finally say the word he’s been waiting to hear.

“Please.”

He raises to his feet, cupping your chin once more before he removes the blindfold so he can see those beautiful eyes of yours.

“Does Mi Reina need her king?”

“Please.” You say again and he kisses you, his hand tangling in your hair as his tongue delves deep into your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips and it’s such a sensual feeling, sharing yourself with your lover.

He undresses for you, his eyes locked on yours as he removes his clothes until he’s entirely bare for you, his cock hard and leaking.

“Stand up.” He requests and you follow his instructions, raising to your feet. He draws your underwear down before he sits on the edge of the bed and guides you into his lap. He holds you steady, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you let out a moan as he fills you.

“Move for me.” He tells you, his voice rough. “I wanna see you fuck it.”

He lies back, his gaze on that sexy ass of yours as he watches his cock disappear inside of you. Fuck you feel good, the way that perfect pussy of yours grips him, it makes him feel like he’s died and gone straight to heaven. Every single one of your breathes comes with a sweet little noise but it’s not enough for Angel. He needs you loud, he wants the people in the room two doors down to know how good he fucks his woman.

His hands come to rest on your waist. He rolls his hips, thrusting deep and the sound that leaves your mouth…

That’s exactly what he wants to hear.

“That’s it Mi Reina…” he drawls, one of his hand grabbing the slender chain between your wrists and tugging it down so your back arches and you take him that little bit deeper. “That’s what you wanted wasn’t it?”

He fucks you hard, his cock raking across that perfect place deep down inside of you, the one that makes you scream for him. He feels your climax coming, it’s in the way your body starts to tense, your movements becoming more frantic. The ecstasy rushes through his veins as you come for him. You clench around his cock, your walls hugging it so tightly that Angel sees fucking stars. He keeps your hips pinned against his, burying himself deep as he spills his release inside of you.

“Fuck.” He mutters, sitting up so your back comes to rest against his chest. His lips chase up the curve of your throat as he unbinds your wrists. “I think you managed to ruin both of us.”

You tip your head back into the hollow of his throat and laugh. It’s such a beautiful sound, one that vibrates through his entire body as he wraps his arms around you and gathers you close. His thumb chases over the scar just underneath your rib cage, the place where Skye shot you all those months ago and he’s reminded of how close he was to losing you.

“I love you.” He whispers, holding you just that little bit tighter. “I love you so God damn much.

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Eyes

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Angel swallowed hard as your pretty eyes bore into his. It was as if time had stopped. Just you and him, everyone else disappearing into the background. His thumb caressed your jaw line, eyes never leaving yours. He was in a trance unable to look away. This wasn’t the first time in all your years of friendship you guys had made eye contact. It was the first time it felt so magnetic though. He swallowed hard as a small voice in his head worried that this would change things. No going back from here. That’s what he wanted though right?

*Flashbacks*

You were eleven when you first met the Reyes brothers. Your family had just moved to Santo Padre from Lodi, well your family minus you’re dad.  Mrs. Reyes had brought over a welcome to the neighborhood basket. Her and your mother had chatted on the back porch with coffee for a bit. You had sat sulking on the stairs. You missed your home, your friends, and your tire swing in the big tree out front. This would never be your home. You were crying when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking up you met the worried eyes of a boy a little older than you that you would later learn was Angel Reyes. That moment sent you two careening down a path, your fates forever to be intertwined, you just didn’t know it then.

A year later violence snuck in through an unlocked window. This would come to be the night that no one spoke of ever again. You’re mother was beaten unconsciousness and you had broken your arm jumping out of your bedroom window. Adrenaline pumping you had sprinted across your yard and hurled yourself over the fence. You couldn’t remember what happened after that, everything went black until the next day.

Angel though remembered. It was a night burned into his memory. Screams of terror ripping him from a dead sleep. His first thought a wild animal but glancing out his window he saw you tumble from a window. He was up in an instant yelling for his pops as he sprinted through the house. He caught you as you came over the fence. Your eyes meeting his. Wild, unseeing and huge with fright. You screamed yourself into unconsciousness. He was so wrapped up in keeping you safe the gun shots didn’t even register with him until years later. You didn’t know it then but Angel made a vow to make sure no boy or man ever hurt you again.

Present Day

Staring into Angels eyes your mind drifted back to what you had said to EZ and Coco a couple weeks ago. I'm just lookin' for the right one. But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me. They had shared a look that you had ignored then. Looking back now you realized they knew. Truth be told you did too. The right one had been by you all along. He stood six three, was well muscled with tattoos and a beard. The right one who had had the decency to let you go through as many wrong ones as you needed too.

You ran your hands up his jean clad thighs. Your smile widening into a smirk when you felt him tense and heard his breath hitch. He licked his lips as he moved his thumb to trace along your lips. You darted your tongue out to kitten lick it making him arch a brow. Neither of you had seen this coming when he had suggested leaving the clubhouse after hours of partying. “Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck. Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck” he had sang off key at you as he slung an arm around your shoulders. You had laughed as you stumbled slightly but nodded. The two of you had playfully danced your way out of the clubhouse to begin your long walk to his house.

*Flashback*

“Let’s go” commanded an all too familiar voice. You sighed as your eyes flew open meeting with your best friends brown eyes. The guy you had been making out with on a car hood quickly detaching from you. “She’s a bit young for you. Say goodbye cause you two are done.” Stated Angel ignoring your attempt to interrupt. His arm was on your pulling you off as he shook his head. For some reason the guy you had been kissing decided to get brazen. “Sorry man. Didn't know that was your girl when she gave me top” he called with a snicker as he high fived one of his friends who had joined him.

The flash of anger darkened Angel’s eyes to almost coal black. It silenced any retort you had. That night ended with you both in a cop car for the first time, but only one of you in cuffs. Every time after that the excuse of  “I had some help. It aint like I could make this kind of mess all by myself.” Would tumble from both your lips when you were bailed out by his pops.

Present Day

Angel wouldn’t admit it, he was nervous, even if you already knew it. You could read him like a book. You two kept nothing from each other. Well except for maybe one thing but that seemed like it was coming to light. The feel of your tongue against his thumb however brief had his heartrate speeding up. Carefully he pressed his thumb against your lower lip. You were quick to part your lips and suck on just the tip making him groan. His eyes on yours even as he felt your hands rub higher on his thighs. His jeans starting to tent.

You sucked and licked the tip of Angels thumb gently. Giving him time to process what was happening. The two of you going slow and testing the waters. Neither one wanting to push the other past what they truly wanted. You kept your eyes locked on his, like so many times before that was the only way you two had to speak.

*Flashback*

You were seventeen when a college age guy was hitting on you and following you. Your eyes had briefly met Angels in passing as he worked on his bike. That was all that was needed for Angel to act.

You were nineteen when you gave him puppy dog eyes. He had rolled his but handed you a helmet and scooted back on his bike. Letting you drive him up and down the main strip. You would hit him with that same look when he was finally a patched member of the Mayans. You wanted to tag along, find yourself a real man, you had teased. He had sighed heavily and told you to no. Later that night he had come roaring up your driveway and met not your eyes but your mothers. He had nodded at the warning he saw there before she called you down.

Over the years the two of you would always have full conversations without a word being said. When EZ went to prison and Marisol was killed. When Angel ended up locked up, when he showed up with a strung out Coco and you helped him with him. When your heart was broken, when the guy you were dating threatened to shoot you.

Present Day

As well as you two were able to communicate with just your eyes, words were needed before anything further happened. Your hands were on his belt buckle when Angel finally spoke. “Wait” he whispered as he swallowed hard. Your hands stilled, lips still wrapped around the tip of his thumb as you waited for him to continue.

Angel took a deep breath as he pulled his thumb from your mouth and cupped your face gently. “I don’t want to mess this up. I want…..I want to be together. I’m not looking for just sex with you” he stated his eyes boring into you as he held your face in both hands now. “I love you”.

“I love you too Angel. I want forever with you” you replied lowly before grinning mischievously. “Should have started this conversation before I got on my knees in your bedroom and you put your thumb in my mouth” you teased making Angel shake his head and laugh. “That's the thing about love, it's gonna do what it do” replied Angel making you laugh.

“Don’t quote Post Malone at me or I’ll have to get up and leave.” You replied as you took your hands off his belt buckle and moved to stand.

“Now now now. Let’s not be hasty” replied Angel as he pulled you on top of him on the bed. You bent your head to kiss him and laughed as he quickly flipped you over. “Keep your eyes on mine baby” whispered Angel as his hands slid under your skirt. That night Angel made love to you for the first but not the last time.

Two years later

“Keep your eyes on mine baby” stated Angel as he held your hand and wiped your forehead. “You’ve got this mama” he stated as he kissed your cheek as you squeezed his hand as another contraction ripped through you.

“I think she has your eyes” stated Angel as he cradled your little girl for the first time. Once again he found himself entranced with a pair of beautiful eyes.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Well hey lovely! Congrats on the 7k follower milestone! And to celebrate, WE (your followers) get the present?!! You are so good to us, mwah!

So to the ask, may I please request prompt 6. You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad, with my beloved Angel Reyes

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Hey best Aussie! Thank you so much, and yes, you may! :D It's been a minute since we had a little bit of Angel up in here!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Muttering, cussing, stomping and slamming. You are more than aware of the various languages of Angel's moods, these actions all pointing to the fact he's mad about something.

"What's wrong?"

More muttering. "Club stuff."

Yep, he's also more concise than usual when angry, too. What he is more than anything though, is sexy. He is anyway, but when his features darken and his brow creases, oh. It does all the pleasant things for you.

Moving to where he's standing in the kitchen, drinking a beer aggressively, you reach for his belt, sinking down to crouch before him.

"What you doing down there?" Your babe. Sometimes, he can be a little oblivious, a little adorably slow on the uptake. Pulling his cock out leaves him in no doubt of your intentions, though. "Oh. So that's what you wanted?"

"Mmmhmm," you hum, giving him a teasing lick. "You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad. I couldn't resist."

As your lips slide down his shaft, he's glad you couldn't either, feeling his bad mood begin to dissipate the harder his cock becomes.

"Might have to get angry more often," he teases, stroking your hair, his thumb then gliding down over your jaw as he winks at you, watching your lips drag wet over his hardness.

"Just as long as it's for me and not because of me, I don't mind."

He laughs at your words, a soft rumble turning into a groan as you take him back again, Angel not even able to remember what he was mad at in the first place any longer.

[nastyc2nt]

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[cregansgf]

You Belong to Me. - Angel Reyes

He slammed the beer bottle on the bar never taking his eyes off her. She was doing it on purpose he knew she was.

And fuck did he hate it.

💋💋💋💋💋💋

His hands never left my waist as we “danced”

“Your really cute you know” I whispered biting down on his ear lightly

“Oh really?” Ez mumbled his hands roaming further down my body

“I love you Ez but get your hands off her now.” Angel snapped walking over

I turned my head to look at him as a smirk formed on my face “But we’re having fun”

He grabbed my wrist dragging me to the bathroom before quickly slamming the door shut backing me against the sink.

“You think it’s cute acting like a slut?” He questioned sliding his hands up my skirt

“Mm your brother seems to like it”

That’s all it took for the switch in him to flip. His hands went to her shirt ripping it off throwing it to the floor doing the same with her skirt.

“No panties or bra? Fucking whore.” He spat attaching his lips to hers his hands sliding between her legs.

A whimper left her mouth as he pulled away sliding his finger inside her. “This pussy.” He paused picking up his pace his fingers moving faster inside her “Mine.”

He uses his other hand to cup one of her boobs lowering his mouth to suck on one momentarily before pulling away. “These boobs.” he smirked giving the other a soft kiss “Mine.”

“These beautiful lips” He whispered bringing his mouth to hers placing a sloppy kiss before pulling away “Mine.”

He pulled out his fingers from inside her before sucking her juices off his finger. When he finished he cupped her face with his hands forcing her to look at him “You belong to me.” He stated before smirking and leaving the bathroom

“Never forget who you belong to princess” He laughed before closing the door behind him.

I’d genuinely do anything this man told me to.

-hails🧸

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[hennyjwrites]

The Game: Chapter 2

Your headache was gone as you felt the feeling of anger take over your body instead. Looking from both Manny and Mica, you waited for at least one of them to say something. Neither did, all they did was stare at you, both shocked.

“Oh so now, y’all ain’t got shit to say huh?” You chuckled to yourself. Feeling the anger start to take over, you reached behind you and grabbed the same glass cup you were drinking out of. Before Ezekiel or any of the other gang members could take it out of your hand you throw it directly at Emmanuel’s head. He ducked in time, unfortunate for you. “Y’all think I’m playing with y’all? What the fuck are y’all doing?!” You grabbed another glass and threw it in the same direction as the first one.

Lola took after your lead and threw another glass at Mica, who screamed as the glass shattered behind her. “Emmanuel!” She cried. An audible “oh shit” was heard. You laughed to yourself in disgust before you ran up and attacked her. Lola followed your lead and ran to fight with you side by side. It was the anger behind her best friend that fueled her. This was usually against your nature but you felt so disrespected right now. Both you and Lola got a few hits in before members of the clubhouse came grabbing you both.

Manny had you in his arms as you fought to get away from him. He couldn’t believe this was happening right here, right now. He dragged you into the same bedroom he had just walked out of, setting you down on the floor, and closing the door. You both could still hear Lola fighting her way to get back to Mica. When Manny turned to face you he was met with a jab across his jaw, followed by more punches. “You got me fucked up!” You screamed as you started to swing on Manny even more.

“Ma, calm down!” He yelled, grabbing both of your arms to restrain you. He was hoping to have a civilized conversation with you, but apparently it wasn't going to happen.

You took a deep breath, as you struggled against him. “Get off me Manny.” You growled, kicking and trying to bite him. Your anger was too much right now, you felt as though you could kill him. Your anger was manifesting itself into more, your heart was throbbing in pain as it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You became tired as your body tried fighting these feelings, slowly making you stop fighting in order to get out of his arms.

Manny felt you stop fighting against him. His face and some parts of his body were throbbing from your blows. He sat you down slowly, and when he went to turn you to face him, you snatched your arm away.

You turned your body to face him slowly. You could already see his lip swelling up and you smirked in triumph. “I hope she was worth it, you dirty son of a bitch.” You hissed out.

Manny sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Ma listen to me-“

“NO! It's not no listen to me! Yo bitch ass had the nerve to fuck one of my so called friends and embarass the hell out of me?” You stood there for a quick second. Something doesn't add up in all of this. You paced around the room and he watched you. As he tried to explain to you what was going on you tuned him out as memories started rushing back to you.

Last night, Angel asked if you were joining his fun. Coco, ez and other gang members asked you similar questions. You stopped in your tracks and turned to him slowly. Anger was starting to fuel inside you. “Mica wasn't the only one was she?”

Manny bit his lip and looked down. He was caught all they way the fuck up. He had to play this smart, either he could still lie or he could go ahead and tell the truth. With a sigh, Manny rubbed his hand down his face. “N-Nah. It was a few of 'em, but listen ma, they didn't mean sh-' ' he was cut off by you slapping him across his jaw. He took a deep breath in anger.

“You're just a nasty ass bitch!” You said, shaking your head in disgust. You just couldn't listen to this shit anymore. He disgusted you, played with you and your body and you were supposed to be his wife. You took a step towards the door ready to get out of here but manny stood in front of you.

“Mi vida, cmon lets just talk, i want to talk this through.” He begged. He knew that once you shut him out it was going to be a wrap for him and this relationship. You shook your head. “Emmanuel, I suggest you move before I hurt you and your little bitch outside.” You growled. You could feel yourself getting emotional and you wanted to leave before a single tear fell in front of this man. Manny looked at you before taking a step to the side and letting you out.

Walking out the door, you were met with eyes. Eyes from the members of the club who were just shocked at everything going on. Eyes, well eye from Mica who sat there bruised and bloodied. And them frantic eyes from Lola who ran up to you.

“We finna kill this son of a bitch.” She hissed looking over your shoulder. You looked at her confused. “You know this bastard had the nerve to tell everyone you and him in an open relationship! He told these putas that you weren't even married!” You turned your head to Manny who was pacing slightly. You knew he heard his lies being revealed.

You scoffed at him. “Really Emmanuel? That's how you do me?” You whispered, ready to burst into tears, but you couldn't do that here at least not now. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You looked down at your finger. Taking off your ring, you threw it across the room, shaking your head. “I'm done.” You just couldn't do this.

You walked out the clubhouse, with Lola walking right beside you. “Cmon mami.” She whispered, putting you in the front seat. She jogged to the drivers side, hopping in and starting the car. She could only drive maybe a mile out before you burst into tears. Your heart was just as heavy as your sobs. This was the man who was your everything for years. And now it is just over. “Oh, mami.” Lola sighed pulling you into her chest. Her heart hurt for you. She sighed before whispering.

“It'll be ok.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Anon for Angel Reyes with prompt #41 here, the prompt is « skinny dipping in the dark »☺️

There’s a lot of firsts when it comes to being with Angel.

Your first motorcycle ride, your first time being fucked in the ass and now your first-time skinny dipping. He’s a whirlwind of new experiences and excitement. It’s exhilarating, the way he lives in the moment, the way he jumps into everything he does headfirst with no doubts, no fear of consequences. He’s bold and unapologetic. He’s everything you didn’t know you needed.

You watch the steam curl off the heated water as you sit in somebody else’s hot tub, in the garden of a million dollar house. You don’t know the people that live here, you suspect Angel doesn’t either. You don’t even care.

All that matters right now, is the feel of the jets against your clit as Angel grips your hips and fucks you from behind. He knows what he’s doing, your man. He knows how to wring the pleasure out of you, to thrill you, to tease you, to draw out your ecstasy. He knows that the pressure from the jet is like a relentless waterfall crashing into that sensitive nub as he hits that sweet spot deep inside of you. He knows that your close to coming from the way your cunt clenches around his cock and that fucking deviant way you say his name. He buries his face in your shoulder, two of his fingers slipping into your mouth to stifle the sound of your orgasm.

The last thing he wants is the neighbours calling the cops before he’s finished with you. At the very least he wants to make you come again. You bite down on his fingers and he smiles against your skin because he knows you’re about to go over the edge, that he’s gotten you there, that fucking quickly.

When you climax it’s earthshattering, your synapses explode with an ecstasy that fucking consumes every part of you. You can’t think you can only feel and it’s glorious.

Angel lives for these moments, the ones where it’s just the two of you doing something fucking insane. He laughs against your skin, his cheeks flushed as he comes down from the high.

“You drive me fucking crazy, mi reina.” He breathes into your ear. “Always so fucking crazy.”

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[ravennaortiz]

2/2 B: Valentines Calendar with Angel Requested by @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog As always 18+

Angel sighed as he stepped into the dark house. Shutting the door he kicked his boots off and hung his kutte. Smiling as he blew a kiss at he picture of the two of you eating ice cream outside of his pops shop before making his way to the kitchen. It was unusual for him to come home to a dark and silent house. Since the two of you had gotten together you had always been home first. Music blaring and every damn light in the house would be on. Your voice carrying from the kitchen where you would be making dinner a cold beer waiting for him on the counter.

Unfortunately you had had to go out of town for work. It happened from time to time. This time felt worse though to him because it was Valentine’s Day and his plans for the two of you had already been wrecked due to the club. This morning as he was finally getting home and you were leaving with your suitcase you had given him a kiss and told him he could make it up to you when you got back. You had also told him his gifts were on the kitchen table and had explicitly told him not to open until he was ready to call for your evening phone call. He had chuckled and told you that you were bossy.

Flipping the light on in the kitchen Angel moved to the fridge and grabbed a beer. Moving to the counter he turned on the little radio and set it low before taking his seat at the kitchen table. Pulling his phone out he sent you a quick text to see if you were available to talk.

“Hey baby. How was your day” you asked as he picked up the phone. His smile feeling your screen.

“Would have been better if I got to come home to you love” stated Angel making you laugh. “How was yours? Get settled in okay?”

“Yeah. Hotel is okay. But ya know how work likes to cheap out” you replied with a laugh as you moved to sit back on the bed. Careful to keep the phone on just your face so not to give away a surprise. “But enough about me. I want you to open my gifts, start with the box then open that flat one” you directed making Angel chuckle as he set his phone against his beer so you could see him.

“Anything else you want me to do? Stand on my head and rub my belly maybe?” he teased as he opened the box making you roll your eyes.

“Just open your gifts Mr.Reyes” you replied making him send you a look. You were silent as you watched Angel pull out the blue and pink tissue paper. His face a scrunched up in confusion as he pulled out each layer until he got to the bottom. The shine in his eyes and the way his face lit up had you wiping at the tears in your own eyes.

“Mi Dulce” whispered Angel as he gently held the ultrasound photo up to you.

“We are going to have a little one this summer baby. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in person. My other gift will make up for it though I promise.” You stated as you blew him a kiss through the phone that he caught and planted to his lips making you giggle.

“I can’t wait to tell the guys and pops. I’m going to be a dad.” He rushed happily as he sat back looking at you. “This is crazy. Shit” he stated still grinning as you smiled at him.

“Open your other gift babe” you encouraged as you moved to stretch out on your bed.

“Alright. Pushy” muttered Angel as he leaned forward and grabbed the other gift. “A Calendar cool” he stated making you snort.

“Open it asshole. I made it for you” you replied as you moved your phone to the table,  at the end of the bed and scooted back to the head board. Angel oblivious as you moved a hand to your green lace panties.

Angel was silent as he flipped through the calendar. Each page was a full size photo of you, scantily clad and posed in ways that had his jeans getting tight. His mouth dry as he moved to adjust himself in the chair. The last photo you were completely nude, fingers buried in your glistening slick, back arched and mouth open. He could hear your moaning from just the photo.

“Fuck baby thi-“started Angel as he glanced up to the phone only to stop. His eyes wide and mouth hanging open as he watched you slide your fingers into your panties and moan his name.

“Join me Angel. I want to come together” you moaned lightly as your eyes met his. Without a word Angel had his pants undone and his hard cock out. Using his thumb he spread his precum around the tip making him groan and toss his head back. His mind on you.

An hour later the two of you were saying goodnight and I love you.

[sovmisee]

requests are open, ask box!

head empty, only Reaper pulling you away while y’all are on a mission to punish you with his cock after almost fucking the plan up <333 one hand pushed over your mouth while the other supports your weight with ease wrapped around your lower back. you can feel the wall behind you scratching at your back but it’s hard to think of anything other than his fat cock punishing your used pussy <3333

good lord this man has me in a chokehold dgivekdc