#maaaan i really hope this doesn't suck lmao i'm trying something new here

[spookiekewchie]

Don’t Play

Characters: Angel Reyes x woc!reader 

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Basically I watched Coyote Ugly recently and thought well what if a bar similar to that popped up in Santo Padre? And what if the guys heard about the newest watering hole and decided to go see what the hype was about for themselves. And what if Angel Reyes was ready to risk it all for a bartender with a slick mouth and a whole lotta attitude. 

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Raunchy language? Idk it’s gonna be some spicy dialogue or whatever

A/N: So this is my first time ever dipping my way into this side of tumblr so bear with me. i tried to keep the reader’s description vague beyond a few specifics (full lips, curly hair, brown eyes), body type is kept vague on purpose. Graphic by me, and the dividers are by @firefly-graphics​

PART 2​

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“The hell you mean they got girl’s dancing on the bar and putting their titties in your face?” Angel questions incredulously as Coco tells him about the bar he found himself stumbling into the other night. At first the Mayan was prepared to keep it his little secret, but after a couple visits he couldn’t hold onto the secret any longer. 

“Look man, just shut up and come with us tonight. See for yourself.” Coco replied, taking a drag from the joint between his lips with a shrug. He wasn’t going to beg Angel to come along, he’d already convinced Gilly, EZ, and a few others to come along since Bishop had given them some down time that evening. “It’s not like you got a old lady to answer to, you might as well come with us man.” Coco said, earning himself a dirty look from Angel for the comment. It wasn’t in the man’s plans to go anywhere but to his house for some sleep, but if there was a new bar in town that had even half of what Coco had boasted about then there was no way he wouldn’t be going. 

“Whatever man, just let me know when y’all wanna meet up and I’ll be there.” He finally said, ignoring the smug grin on Coco’s face as he relented and gave up on his plans of solitude and sleep. Angel didn’t know it yet, but going to the bar would be one of the best decisions of his life.

The group of Mayans rolled up outside of the bar, Angel’s attention immediately going to the name of the place. “Diosas? Sounds like a fucking strip club man.” He commented, but said nothing further when he caught sight of the line that was wrapped around the building. Coco must have noticed, because before Angel could complain about it, Coco was already boasting about how Mayans didn’t have to wait in line because he knew the bouncer. That shut angel up, and with a shrug he fell in step with his brothers as they strode up to the entrance, and true to Coco’s word they were waved right past the line. 

The first thing Angel noticed when he entered was the rowdy crowd, then it was the two bartenders up on the bar dancing, but all of that ceased to exist the second his eyes landed on you behind the bar. “Aye, aye man who is that?” Angel questioned, hand clapping down hard on Coco’s shoulder as he pointed you out. Coco only chuckled, already knowing just how this whole thing was going to play out. 

“Oh that’s Y/N, yeah man she’s real sweet. You’d like her.” Coco answered, obviously lying about how sweet you were, but Angel had stopped listening once he had your name, and was making a beeline for the bar. It took some effort, the Mayan having to shove his way through the crowd to get to the bar but when he finally made it his mouth suddenly felt dry. 

Damn. He thought to himself. She looks good as fuck. His gaze burned into you, dragging over your curves shamelessly as you mixed drinks and poured shots with a good deal of flair. He couldn’t help but admire the swell of your breasts, and the curve of your ass, or the smoothness of your skin that he could swear had all the glow to it that a goddess should have. It was the brown eyes, the full lips that spread into the prettiest smile, and the curls that bounced effortlessly with each move you made that truly had him captivated though. “Aye hermosa, can I get some shots of Patrón for me and my boys?” He called out, getting your attention as you delivered drinks to a couple standing beside him. Soon enough his boys were flanking him at the bar, people starting to give the bikers more space than they usually would anyone else. 

You didn’t immediately answer him, attention going to Coco who got a big smile from you and even a kiss to the cheek as you greeted him. “Coco Puff!” You exclaimed, earning a groan from him at the nickname, and some raised brows and plenty of laughter from the men at the bar. “Tasha’s been asking about you, you better say hi before you leave.” You told him, lining up shot glasses for the men and turning your attention to Angel who was looking both confused, and amused at the exchange. 

“So uh, am I gonna get a kiss too?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it, and judging from the raised brow and look of amusement from you it was at least not being taken in offense. 

“I don’t know, are you going to tip as well as Coco Puff does?” 

Coco groaned again at the utterance of the name. 

Angel on the other hand decided to double down on his flirting and went for his tried and true method of raunchy and teasing. “Aye mama, if it's a tip you want I got a big one for you right here.” The guys simply shook their heads, already able to tell that Angel’s usual tactics were not going to work on you, and boy were they right. You shot the man a look as you poured the shots, sliding them in front of each Mayan as you leaned forward against the bar and let Angel get a view of the ample cleavage that your low cut top had to offer. 

“Boy don’t play with me. I’ll suck ya soul right out ya dick, and have you ready to die bout me before you even get a chance to hit.” And with that you picked up the shot that was meant for Angel and downed it as he stared open mouthed in shock that you had not only matched his energy, but had him mentally clutching his pearls. One of the men beside him whistled low, shaking his head before knocking back his shot with a grin. 

“Oh man, you’re so fucked.” It was Gilly that spoke, as EZ’s hand clapped against his brother’s back as you moved on to serve other customers. The younger Reyes could already tell that Angel was going to not let this go, you were on his radar now.