This is inspired by Lie by NF

Saturday night parties were very popular among the people who knew about the MC and you were among them through your connection with Angel and EZ. The connection was a bit rough though with Angel because, even though you were there for him for everything and stayed up to talk to him so he could be at ease, he acted like you were nothing in the public eye. Now here you were at the clubhouse, behind Angel as he started talking to Coco and Gilly.

“Nah, man. (Y/N) ain’t really my type,” Angel laughed as he shook his head, “to be honest, she thinks she can control my life,”

“Oh,” Gilly’s eyes widened as he caught sight of you, “ummm, I think you should stop,”

“What? Why?” Angel chuckled but turned around and caught sight of your tear filled eyes as you turned and ran out to your car. He shrugged it off as if it was nothing, but still felt a deep pang in his chest for hurting you.

You were back home and replayed all the nights that you stayed up and even did some late night snack runs for when he called and asked for you to come over. Money was a little tight for you, but you would’ve done anything for Angel though he would never do the same for you. In response to that, you had gotten up out of bed and decided what your makeup was going to be tomorrow and carefully chose your clothes, deciding to show Angel what he missed and how he is never gonna get it back. Lessons were learned and you didn’t regret it.

Hours passed until the party was done and you knew the godforsaken call from Angel would happen. It did soon after you sent a prayer to whoever was up there to not get a call from him, but it went unanswered as you scoffed and begrudgingly answered the phone.

“Hey, preciosa,” Angel whispered.

“Don’t,” you said, “don’t do that shit, not after what happened. It’s so funny because I’m the one you call at night to warm your bed. It’s even funnier when you were literally the only person I ever cared about. I don’t blame you though,” you took a deep breath.

“Querida-” Angel started but you stopped him.

“Nah, I’m the one that bought every lie you told me,” you chuckled humorlessly, “the last time I went to your house, only two nights ago, I didn’t see any of our pictures anymore, but that’s ok now. Just remember that, in the future, I’m going to be the girl you think about when your life moves on and wish that you didn’t fuck shit up,” with that you hung up and put your phone on charger.

Throughout the night, Angel tossed and turned in bed as he replayed all the memories in his head before sitting up, raking his hands through his hair. Without a second thought, he texted your phone and sent apologies and explanations and saying he was trying to put distance between the two of you. All went unread the whole night that he was up until the next morning when you woke up you read the texts. It was ironic for him to say that he wanted the real thing and somebody to be real to him, but the moment you were, he turned and got mad, but then apologized like nothing.

The day passed as your lazy Sunday with your light cleaning, baking, cooking, and just relaxing until you realized that you didn’t have enough eggs for the next day so you dressed in your best sweatpants and sweater and went out to the store. Unfortunately, Angel was also there and he caught a glimpse of you, expecting to see red eyes and swollen, but seeing you in your regular state and glasses.

“Hey, (Y/N). I’m sorry for the things I said last night,” Angel rubbed his neck, “we can still be friends though, right? I mean that’s what I told the guys,”

“Let me guess, you told them that we were barely speaking,” you rolled your eyes, “look, stop calling me and being immature,” you walked away and set your snacks and eggs on the conveyor belt.

Years have passed since then and you moved on with someone that had treated you way better, even showed you off like no other. They made you feel so loved and good. The two of you moved into a house in Arizona, of course keeping in contact with everyone in the MC except for Angel. Angel had received glares from the guys for quite some time when you slowly stopped coming around, but still helped out in any way you could. Now he sat at the clubhouse bar with a beer bottle that had the label scratched off from Angel’s mind, taking him to think of you and all the things you did for him and how you made him feel.

The skating gif is just a representation on what kind of grind I’m thinking of. (Imagine is under the cut)

Angel was helping Felipe at the carniceria since he didn’t really have anything to do with his day off and he got lucky with an afternoon shift at the scrap the next day. After a few hours, he decided that he had to go home and at least clean up his place so it wasn’t deemed a hoarder house.

“Hey, pops. I’m heading out,” Angel called out, only receiving a grunt in reply so he rolled his eyes and left the shop. He looked left and right to see if there were anybody watching him out of instinct and only saw you skateboarding down the sidewalk and doing tricks that amazed him.

You were getting closer and saw a ledge that looked like it could be grinded on so you ollied onto the ledge to do a 50/50 grind, but your board caught onto something, stopping immediately. The sudden stop had caused you to be launched off of the board and land on the hard cement causing a few scrapes and scratches with a bruised knee that was going to come up soon. A yelp left your lips as heavy footsteps were heard coming towards you.

“Yo, you ok?” a deep voice asked you.

You turned to lay on your back with a groan and opened your eyes to see an angel-like man in your eyesight, “shit, yeah. I’m fine, but is there any chance you got rubbing alcohol and bandages?”

A chuckle left the man’s lips as he nodded, “yeah. C’mon, my pops has a first aid kit in his shop,” he helped you up and into the carniceria, “hey, pops! Can you bring the first aid kit?”

An older man came around the counter and passed Angel the kit as he looked at you, “what happened?”
“Nothing major, sir,” you winced as Angel cleaned your scrapes with alcohol, “just a skateboarding accident,” you pointed towards your board against the wall. The man nodded and went back to work.

“What’s your name?” Angel asked.

“(Y/N). yours?” you raised an eyebrow in question.

“Angel,” Angel smiled at you, “nice to meet you,”

“Nice to meet you too, Angel,” you said as Angel stood up and threw away the used cotton pads and trash, “well, thanks for your help. I’ll see you around,”

“No problema, querida. Wait-” Angel started as you turned to look at him, “how old are you?”

“23,” you looked at him confused, “why?”

“Let’s grab drinks tonight,” Angel winked at you as a blush went to your cheeks.

You hummed in thought, “nah, I’m good. I don’t drink,” Angel winced at that, “but, here,” you grabbed the pen on the counter, “text or call me if you want to get a coffee or something,” you winked as you passed him the pen after writing your number on his forearm. You quickly grabbed your board and rode away from the carniceria.

Angel followed you outside and immediately grabbed his phone and put your number into his phone, sending you a text.

Coffee tomorrow @ 10?

Immediately, his phone dinged and he looked at it to see a text back from you.

Don’t be late.

He looked at the direction you left in to see you winking at him and riding away.

Angel Reyes

Best Friends and Lovers

Call Your Husband by His First Name

Fool Me Once? Shame on You

        Fool Me Twice? Shame on Me

        Never Gonna Fool Me Again

Grinding into His Heart

Lie

Obispo “Bishop” Losa

Game Over

Rough and Sweet

7 Minutes

Gilly Lopez

First Meeting

Wife You Up

Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Family Dinner

Time

Michael “Riz” Ariza

Serenade

Hank “Tranq” Loza

New Person

Neron “Creeper” Vargas

Princess and Creeper

Che “Taza” Romero

Too Old?

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes

Brother’s Best Friend

Leticia “Letty” Cruz

Nestor Oceteva

Cristobal’s Teacher

Miguel Galindo

Post Divorce

Time had passed and you had moved to San Diego with a good enough job to get an apartment with a roommate, but you got a call from your parents telling you that they needed you back as their health declined. They told you that they were leaving you the house that is already paid off and all they really wanted from you was to spend their end on Earth with them. Immediately, you apologized to your roommate and packed all your belongings and gave her the remaining half of your rent for the rest of the lease time.

The next day you were in Santo Padre and parked in your parents driveway with a smile. Santo Padre was and will always be your home as much as you wanted to say no it wasn’t. You finally opened the car door and grabbed your bag full of clothes, leaving the rest of your stuff to bring in later. The moment you went inside the house your parents smiled at you from their usual spots on their loveseat as they slowly got up from their seat, but you rushed to them and set them back down.

“Hey, ma, dad,” you kissed both of their cheeks and set down your bag, “did you guys eat?”

“Not yet, we were waiting for you, sweetheart,” your dad said.

“Oh ok,” you went to the kitchen, “what are you guys feeling like eating?”

“Make our special food, yeah?” your father’s voice rang from the other room

“You got it!” you cheered and checked in the fridge for the meat, but didn’t find any, “I need to get meat so I’m gonna walk to the carniceria, do you guys want anything?”

Your parents said no so you left the house and to Felipe’s carniceria, but before you could enter you took yourself down memory lane and thought back to the times that you and Angel had come in to help Felipe with his shop. You shook your head free of those memories and walked inside, catching the sight of the one and only Felipe Reyes and golden boy, Ezekiel Reyes behind the counter.

“Hey, boys,” you grinned, “look who’s back and staying,”

“(Y/N)!” EZ’s eyes were widened and went around the counter to give you a hug, “Geez, how long has it been? A year now?”

“Something like that, Golden Boy,” you turned to Felipe who made his way around the counter as well, “hi, Felipe,”

“Hola, mija,” Felipe held a small smile, “how are your parents?”

“They’re ok. I just came to pick up the best meat in the state,” you winked as Felipe chuckled and packed up twice more meat than you asked, but with the price of one, “Felipe, charge me for both,”

“You’re family, (Y/N). No,” Felipe grumbled.

The three of you were interrupted by the bell going off and heavy boots hitting the floor, but it went to a complete stop. You turned to see the one man that had broken your heart.

“Oh…ummm, hi?” you said in a question form.

“Querida,” Angel breathed out before clearing his throat, “w-what are you doing here?” you held up the pack to show him, “Oh, right. Yeah, so how long you staying in Santo Padre?”

“I’m staying for good. Parents want to spend time with me and left me their house so..” you trailed off.

Angel’s lips went up in a small smile, “oh, nice. Hey, do you think maybe we can catch up?”

You shrugged, “sure, why not? You free today?” Angel quickly nodded, “Ok, cool, cool, cool. Meet me at the mountain in 4 hours then,” you kissed EZ and Felipe on their cheeks for a bye and patted Angel’s shoulder on your way out.

There you were, in the same exact spot you were at when you had left Angel in the dust, but now you had your burrito and one thing to do when Angel got there. You took another bite of your burrito when you heard the familiar sound of Angel’s motorcycle so you neatly folded the aluminum foil over the half eaten burrito and set it on the hood. Angel quickly pulled up next to you in his infamous red and black flannel shirt, kutte, jeans, and boots and dismounted. He walked to you with a smile, but you needed to let the last bit of anger out on him so you pulled your fist back and punched his stomach since his face was too pretty.

He groaned and leaned down as you let out a breath, “ok, now I’m done being angry,”

“I deserved that,” Angel stood up with a wince, “you want more hits, Rocky?”

“Nah, I’m good,” you sat back down on the hood and unwrapped the burrito again, “how is everything? MC? Adelita? Your baby?”

“Oh…” Angel chuckled humorlessly, “turns out the baby wasn’t mine and I wasn’t in the least bit in love with Adelita. It was a stupid trap that I fell into and am paying the consequences for. MC is fine, but everyone misses you,”

“What? Backtrack a minute before we discuss the guys. The baby wasn’t yours?” Angel shook his head negative, “so you cheated on me with a whore, that’s great,” you laughed, “I mean, I wanna say thank you first because without that heartbreak, I finally loved myself. However, I am sorry that the baby wasn’t yours. I know how much you wanted to be a dad,”

“Yeah, but Adelita wasn’t the person I wanted to have a kid with,” Angel looked at you, “as unbelievable as it sounds, I’m in love with you still and I still want everything with you from marriage to kids, everything,”

“Angel-” you got cut off by him, “I know I fucked up and I know we can’t start from where we left off, but I’m just asking for a chance,”

You sat there in silence as you took another bite off of your burrito before nodding your head, “sure, but I swear if you fuck this up again, I will hurt you and never talk to you again,”

“Ok! Great,” Angel smiled so big as his eyes crinkled and his cheeks started hurting, “I don’t need any other chances except this one,”

He stared into your eyes and laid a hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes for permission to do what he wanted to do since he first saw you.

“What are you waiting for, Reyes?” That’s all that Angel needed as he immediately kissed you.

Bre’s Boys Preference: Headrush

Oh boy, oh geez… I have no excuse except that I WARNED ya’ll I was gonna do this. PLEASE comment and let me know what you think. Also, these are pretty decent lengths, and I’m kinda proud. Anyway– lemme know what you think about this one! Bye!

(No Nick; I couldn’t get into it for him, sorry!)

Headrush definition: a sudden feeling of intense pleasure or euphoria

warnings: STEAMY, all smut, creampie, unprotected sex, anal sex, oral sex, dirty talk, orgasms, biting, dick sucking, squirting, hints of yandere behavior

Billy Russo: It was always the last orgasm that had Billy’s head swimming with pleasure. He took great pride in his ability to cum again and again with little to no rebound time; Billy was a soldier, a Marine, a sniper,so he had incredible control over his body. And yours. The first time he came in the session, Billy came on your stomach, grinning at the sight of his glistening cum on your soft skin. He leaned over, his long fingers stretching over your flesh, spreading his seed over you like a lotion, rubbing himself into your skin. The second time, he came on your ass before quickly flipping you around, sticking his dick in your mouth, and cumming down your throat. The last orgasm he got as you rode him. Billy sat back, dark eyes trained on you as you bounced on top of him. Your breasts were jiggling up and down in a blur of movement, and his hands gripped your thighs hard. He wanted to see his fingerprints on your skin later. You were moaning loudly, so prettily, and Billy arched his hips, groaning when he felt you clench around him in response. He knew what was coming next. He felt the tightness in his balls first, the telltale trigger before he bust. His hands, far from gentle, lifted from your thighs to slap down on your hips as he took control of the pace. Billy enjoyed lifting you up from his dick, leaving the tip in before slamming you back down over and over again until the room was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans, Billy’s deep grunts, and the wet slapping sound of your body on his. His eyes were still open, watching you, even as he felt the shift in his perspective. He was cumming, he was cumming again, inside of you, and fuck, it felt good. “Shit,” he hissed out, his head falling back against the pillows, “shit, fuck….” He felt himself twitch inside of you, still cumming, and he sighed. This was it. This was the best fucking feeling in the world. He watched as his cum started to leak out of you, dripping down onto his cock, still seated inside of you, and he felt his brain go fuzzy with pride. You were his. His. Only he could have you like this, only he could claim you over and over again and again like this, like he’d just done. As you trembled and shook above him, Billy reached out and pulled you down onto his chest, holding you close. You were his. Only his. And he’d be damned if he let anyone take you away.

Logan Delos: Logan would never tire of fucking you. God, it was like every fucking time was the first time. You always surprised him, no matter how well he knew you, no matter how well versed he was in the language of your body, you always found a way to make things new and exciting for him. Logan had you on your knees with his dick in your mouth and his hands on your head, dictating how deep and fast you took him. He liked to change it up, to go from fucking your throat so fast, there were tears in your eyes to slowly pushing his whole cock in your mouth, grinning as you gagged at the thickness. He had started this round talking a lot, telling you how pretty you were and how sweet you looked when you swallowed his cock. He’d made a point to compliment the fullness of your lips as you took in the fullness of his cock down your wet, warm throat, and it was as he was pulling out, playfully slapping your cheek with his drenched cock, that you said the words that took him over the edge. “Fuck Logan,” you gasped, and Logan felt a thrill go down his spine at the brokenness of your voice. He did that. He probably bruised your goddamn throat… “Logan,” you were holding his dick now, kissing it as you spoke, “you can do anything you want to me.” Logan closed his eyes and reminded himself not to cum yet. When he opened them, you were staring up at him with those pretty, innocent eyes. But he knew the truth. “Anything, huh?” He asked, taking hold of your head and pushing it forward, helping you swallow his cock, “So I can fuck your face, sweetheart?” You nodded, and Logan both felt and heard you inhaling through your nose, preparing for him. Fuck, he loved how willing you were. “What if,” he continued, pulling your mouth off of him with a “pop” as he thumbed at your swollen bottom lip, “I wanna put a plug in your ass and fuck your pussy till I’m empty?” “Yes.” He grinned, “You’d let me do that? What if I want to fuck you in the ass?” Your eyes fluttered close, “Yes, Logan, please…” Logan was done for. You were too good, too perfect, he could hardly believe you were real, and you were real.He took hold of his cock and pumped it, pushing it against your open lips. “I want you to swallow,” he said, and you did. You did because you were a good girl, hisgood girl, and Logan wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jax Teller: There were many, many things that Jax loved about you, but it was the way you looked when you took it up the ass that ruined him for other women. There were no other women anymore, just you. And you were more than enough. Jax had you in the classic face down, ass up position; they were throwing a party downstairs, so you didn’t have to worry about keeping it down. No one could hear you two over the music, so Jax was able to indulge in your moans and whimpers and cries, and fuck–you almost sounded as good as you felt. Almost. He had both hands on your hips, pulling you back to him slowly. Jax loved this, loved feeling the way your tight asshole curved around him, loved the breathy cries that came out of your sweet mouth as you rubbed your cheek against the cool sheets, deliciously full. He grunted as he continued pulling you back, grabbing handfuls of the soft, fatty globes of your ass. His rings pushed indents into your skin, and his mouth fell open when he felt himself push in another inch. He liked taking it slow; he had prepped you properly, of course, ate your pussy until you begged him to fuck it, fucked it, made you cum, and then used it for lube as he ate your ass, but he still liked to take his time. Your ass was so tight, and Jax was so big, so the stretch, fuck,the stretch was incredible, it was like nothing he had ever felt before, nothing either of you had felt before. And yet, that was the case every time he fucked you in the ass like this. It was always unbelievably unique, every time. Jax opened his eyes when he finally felt his pelvis bump into your ass; god, he was stuffed inside you so tight, Jax thought he could die then and there happy. It didn’t take long for him to start to move, and then he was fucking your ass, hips slamming into your bouncing ass as you moaned against the bed. Jax could feel his orgasm building, feel the rush in his dick, head, and heart, and he opened his eyes to look at you. His dick was absolutely packed in your ass, and he lifted a hand to smack it down against your asscheek, and then, fuck, you were cumming, and he was cumming, inside of your asshole, spreading your asscheeks so he could get in as far as he could. Jax stayed there, pressed against you, for another minute before he pulled out, chuckling at your whine. He watched his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, leaving a wet puddle beneath you. Smirking, he reached out and smacked your ass again, chuckling again at your gasp. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he leaned down to kiss the center of your back, “I love you…”

Coco Cruz: Coco had never considered himself a morning person until you. He had been an early riser, yes, but not necessarily a morning person. But then he discovered how pliable and sweet and eager to please you were first thing in the morning, and Coco was hooked. He had your head in his lap, sucking his dick as he fingered you lazily. Coco had woken you up with kisses that had turned into you, voice nearly a whisper, soft from sleepiness, saying to him, “Can I taste your dick, baby? Please?” And how could he say no to that? Coco sighed as he watched you; your eyes were closed as you took him in, one hand wrapped around his dick, stroking the length of him while you sucked on the head like a lollipop, and your other hand was cupping his balls, gently but firmly rolling them around in your little hand like you knew he liked. You were always eager to please Coco, but your dedication to the task always seemed different early in the morning. You were more submissive, and god, it drove Coco crazy. He grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your head up, and he could have cried with the way you looked at him. There was nothing but love and devotion in your pretty eyes. Shameless, Coco dragged you up to him, kissing you deeply. He rolled on top of you, tongue swirling around in your mouth, and mentally wondered how he got so fucking lucky. “You feel so fucking good, huh,” he gasped, grabbing your thigh and lifting it, opening you up for him, “Fucking sucking me so goddamn good. Almost fucking came, baby,” he kissed you again, this time harder, fiercer, humping against you, his dick was hard as a rock and wet with your drool and his precum, and Coco groaned, annoyed, when his dick slipped away from your soaking pussy. “So goddamn wet. Just from sucking dick. Sucia,” he grinned, kissing along your jaw, “Gonna let me cum in you?” “Yes,” you answered, nodding as Coco continued to tease you, “Yes, baby, yes, cum inside me., please, please, please!” Coco didn’t need to be told twice. He slid into you quickly, all the way, and you both gasped as he filled you. Coco had you cumming immediately, and that alone was enough to have his head swirling with emotion. He came too, grunting as he slammed into you two, three, four times as his cock drained itself inside your pulsating walls. He laid on top of you, resting his forehead against yours, and smiled. “Hey,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, “I fucking love you, baby. I love you.”

Angel Reyes: Every time he heard the click of the polaroid camera, Angel swore his dick twitched. He could feel the wet spot on his boxers, could feel his dick, hard and leaking, straining against the black cotton. He was aching to touch himself, or more accurately, to have you touch him, but the wait was necessary. Angel sighed, content, as he looked over at you. You were naked, on your back in his bed, legs spread wide, so wide that he could see how wet you were. There were photos littered all over the bed and floor, as well as discarded boxes of film. Angel made sure he didn’t miss a moment. “You are so goddamn perfect,” he sighed out dreamily. “Angel,” you whined, gripping your knees and spreading your legs wider; Angel got the message. He handed you the camera and dove in, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he stuck a finger inside of you. You were still so tight; it took a while to get you loose enough for his dick, but Angel didn’t mind. It gave him more time to worship you like you deserve and please you like he needed. You were moaning, both hands in his hair, as Angel ate you out. His dick was weeping pre-cum, and Angel had to hump against the mattress for even a bit of relief as he lapped at your delicious pussy. He heard the camera click above him and grinned; you were taking pictures like the good girl you were. He couldn’t wait to see them later, look back at the images of him touching you, holding you, eating you, and soon–fucking you. He wanted to feel your mouth, but he didn’t have any more patience to wait. Angel made you cum twice with his mouth before he sat up, taking the camera and pointing it downwards, taking a picture of your waiting pussy. He grinned down at you, “Before…” Angel pushed into you, your legs opening up eagerly as you took all of him. Angel loved stretching you out, he loved how your pussy would quiver when he fucked you; you had told him that he was by far the biggest man you’d ever been with, and you hadn’t been lying. Your mouth was open, a deep, wordless moan working its way from your core as you shivered beneath him. Angel took the next picture; a perfect polaroid of his thick, veiny dick inside of you, stretching you open like a pro. It didn’t take long for him to cum, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of joy that came from fucking you. He came a lot, pumping you full before pulling out and releasing the considerable last of his load on your stomach, painting you in his cum. The resulting picture he took stays in the back of his wallet and the front of his memory every single day.

Miguel Galindo: You were intoxicating. You were an addiction. You were perfect and precious and priceless, and you were all his. Miguel was draped on top of you, as close as can be, watching you as you came undone on his cock. He had already made you cum three times already; once on his tongue as you rode his face, then again when he fingered you, and a third time when he turned you around and ate you from behind, leaving a particularly harsh bite on your left ass cheek just because he can. Now he was on you, inside of you, memorizing the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and how your sweet, plump lips fell open as he rocked against you. Miguel held your hair in his hand, keeping your face towards him, nose to nose with him as you shuddered and sighed underneath his hard, firm body. His other hand was gripping your hip, and every few seconds he would swipe his thumb against your heated skin. God, Miguel could watch you like this for hours. You were so utterly broken, so drunk on him, it made him feel like a fucking king–no, like a god. He was the one who made you feel this way, he was the one who you allowed to see you like this, to feel you like this. He was the one you belonged to. Miguel eyed you softly, even as his dick pounded into you, making you claw at his back in ecstasy. His mouth was only inches from yours, and he leaned in closer, breathing in your desire and swallowing your sweet, breathless moans. “Say my name,” he growled, the hand in your hair going to grip your jaw, gently shaking it so your eyes would open and land on him, “Say my name, mi amor. Tell me how good I make you feel.” You obeyed instantly, as he knew you would, and Miguel closed his eyes as you sang his name, “Oh, Miguel, fuck, fuck Miguel, yes, Miguel–” you were chanting his name now, over and over and over, and oh god, Miguel could feel your pussy clenching around him, and then he was cumming, he was cumming inside of you, hot spurts of cum releasing deep inside of you and raining down your warm walls. The way you said his name had Miguel shaking, it had him weak, it had him desperate. He needed you, he needed to hear you say his name like that for the rest of your lives. Slowly, he kissed you, his tongue moving against yours. He didn’t want to pull out yet. In fact, he wouldn’t. Miguel smiled against your lips; you were still muttering his name as your orgasm subsided, and he was determined to get you screaming it again.

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny could fuck you 100 times a day, and still want more. He had lost count of how long the two of you had been like this, wrapped together, rolling around in bed. It’d been a couple of hours, at least. You swallowed his dick after dinner, underneath the table while Johnny watched until he came. You had licked it up, cleaning him with your tongue, and Johnny had thanked you by picking you up, placing you on the table, and having you for dessert. He’d started with his face between your legs, getting those sharp cheekbones of his wet as he shook his head from side to side, making sure to taste every last bit of you. He had laughed, smacking your thigh, when you came. But he wasn’t done there; Johnny had turned you over, positioning you on the table on your stomach, legs spread, ass up, as he ate you from behind. It wasn’t long before he had been taking his clothes off and pushing into you, making you push up off of the table. Johnny wasn’t sure how long he’d had you on the table, but he didknow that you came twice before he was pulling out, picking you up, and tossing you on the couch. You rode him there, and Johnny had kissed and tweaked at your nipples as you bounced on him, telling you how fucking pretty you were. And God, you were. Your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen from kisses and his dick and from biting–both your bites and his–you were beautiful. He had almost cum on the couch, so he turned you over and had you ride him reverse cowgirl for a while, reaching around to pinch your nipples until he had you squirming on his dick, cumming again. Your legs had turned to jelly then, so Johnny had picked you up and carried you to bed, where he kissed you softly and slowly while he touched you all over. Johnny loved kissing you; he sucked on your tongue as he groped your breast, and all it took was two skilled fingers curling inside of you to have you cumming again. And then he was inside of you again, and he was calling you baby, and you were mewling and gasping and moaning, and Johnny felt your pussy damn near suck him in, and he knew what to do. He took two fingers, the same two that had just made you cum, and strummed them on your clit. He grinned, hips still slamming against yours, as he watched you howl with pleasure. You screamed his name out, and Johnny nearly sobbed when he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. You were such an angel, you were crying. You were cumming and crying on his dick, and then–oh!You were exploding, suddenly Johnny’s dick and fingers were drenched, the sheets were drenched, and Johnny fell on top of you, toes curling as he emptied himself inside your dripping pussy. Neither of you spoke for a while, you just held each other, and Johnny closed his eyes as he cuddled against your heaving chest. Soon, he would get up and clean you up, take care of you. But for now, he was happy to float in time with you, still inside of you, warm and loved.

Rio: “Fuck,” Rio groaned, his voice deep and low in your ear, “That’s so fucking good, ma.” He was on top of you, hands on your ankles, keeping you wide open for him as he broke you with his dick. Your eyes were closed, Rio knew he had lost you to the ecstasy long ago when he first started working you over. He took his time with you, kissing you deeply while gently caressing your curves, holding you in his lap, both of you fully clothed, for what felt like long, torturously delicious hours before he had slowly started to undress you. Rio treated you like a gift, unwrapping you with great care, those long, talented fingers teasing and pleasing you mercilessly, brushing against you here, rubbing against you there. His kiss had worked its way down from your mouth to your neck and collar as he cupped one of your breasts, and you balanced yourself in his lap, one large hand of his gripping your ass–still covered by your underwear, as he kissed you senseless. Rio could feel you melting against him, could feel you becoming weakened from his touch. Still kissing you, he leaned forward, lowering himself on top of you as you laid on your back. You were naked save for your underwear, and he slid them off of you easily, taking a few extra minutes to finger you, smirking into your mouth as you moaned against him. You were soaking wet, his fingers were coated with your juices, and he knew there was no need for any more foreplay. He had to have you now. And so he took hold of your ankles, spreading your pretty legs wide so that he could look down at the glossy mess that was your pussy, all for him. It was almost enough to make him bust early. Instead, he slid inside of you and dedicated himself to making you as needy for him as he was for you. Rio loved having you like this; he watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, and he could hear the wet, slick sound of him pushing in and out of your pussy with each thrust. You were so wet, so good, Rio cooed when he noticed you trembling. “Oh, yeah, mama, yeah,” he praised, “that’s fucking it. Got your body shakin’ like it’s supposed to,” he leaned down, kissing at the side of your face, releasing his grip on your ankles to hold you close to him. His eyes were glued to you, watching the way you came undone because of him. “Give it to me,” he whispered, his voice nearly hoarse with desire, “Fuck, baby, let me have it–yeah, just like that…” He groaned as he felt your shaking intensify; you were cumming, and he pushed into you deeper, enjoying the way your pussy clamped around him. Rio came with you, a strangled moan erupting from his lips as he burst inside of you, filling you up until he was shaking too. He held you close, lips dropping lazy kisses to your forehead as his eyes fluttered close, “Don’t fucking move,” he said softly, “wanna fall asleep inside of you… I’ll fuck you again in the morning, yeah, champ?”

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Please let me know which boy was your favorite, if you had a favorite! And come on, which headrush did you like the most? Anyway thanks for reading, I’m gonna run off now and hopefully come back to some comments and maybe even some of you lovingly calling me a bitch/slut ;3

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Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Request: Hey! Can I please request something Can you write one where you’re nervous about having Angels baby but he reassures you? Hope that’s okay Loving your writing

Warnings: language, pregnancy, I think that’s it?

Authors Note: I did this as a headcanon, I hope it’s okay. also loosely inspired by Jane the virgin and the office

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Masterlist

• Angel coming home and being concerned when you don’t greet him at the door like you usually do
  
• He calls out to you but there’s no answer
  
• He finds you in the nursery, rummaging through the drawers
  
• Tiny clothes scattered on the floor around you in various piles
  
• “Fuck ma, why you not answer me?”
  
• You ignore him, pulling out a white onesie.
  
• “What you doing mami?”
  
• “We don’t have any prem clothes” you sigh, “What are we gonna do if she comes early?”
  
• “He ain’t coming early mama. Relax.”
  
• you roll your eyes and continue folding the clothes
  
• Angel leans on the door frame and watches you
  
• He notices the length of fabric wrapped around your body
  
• “The fuck you wearing?”
  
• “It’s a boba wrap.”
  
• He just stares at you, mouth open
  
• “For baby wearing.” 
  
• He tuts and shakes his head.
  
• “It’s a baby ma, not an accessory.”
  
• Rolling your eyes is far too common in this relationship
  
• “Baby wearing has many benefits, actually.”
  
• Angel watches you waddle over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room
  
• He notices the way you winced as you sit down
  
• Your hands cradling your bump
  
• The bags under your eyes
  
• “Look, mami, we can get some prem clothes. You don’t need to worry.”
  
• “It’s not just the clothes, Angel. We don’t have a change table, I haven’t even found a doula yet, I need to sign up for lactation classes, we do-“
  
• Angel interrupts you
  
• “Why do you need lactation classes?”
  
• You scrunch up your face 
  
• “I’ve never had a baby before, I don’t know how to breastfeed! I want to be prepared.”
  
• “Don’t you just push it out?”
  
• Is he serious
  
• “How? How would I push it out?”
  
• “Shit I dunno,”
  
• He hunches his shoulders and pushes his chest forward
  
• “Like this.”
  
• “Jesus Christ.” You shake your head.
  
• And maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones
  
• Or the fact that you’re dating a buffoon
  
• But tears start welling in your eyes
  
• Angel notices straight away and he kneels in front of you
  
• His ringed fingers covering yours as they run over your belly
  
• “What’s wrong, mi vida?”
  
• And you tell him
  
• You tell him you’re scared. Scared of all the things to come
  
• Cause what if you can’t do this? What if you’re a bad mother? 
  
• Angel watches you in disbelief
  
• He had been so busy worrying about being a father
  
• The constant threat of being inadequate at the forefront of his mind
  
• He had no idea that his own fears mirrored yours
  
• Because of course you can do this
  
• “Mama, you’re gonna be amazing. Shit you’re already amazing. Look at this room. All the shit you have for this baby? He doesn’t need it. Especially them shoes. You think he’s gonna walk outta that pussy? Naw. He doesn’t need any of that. He’s got you. You’re all he needs”
  
• “She.” 
  
• It’s Angels turn to roll his eyes
  
• “Look I dunno what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t know anything about babies. I don’t know how to be good. But you?” 
  
• “Querida, you’re nothing but good. I been spending all this time thinking I’m not gonna be good enough for this kid. But I know no matter how much I fuck up, this kids gonna be fine. He’s not gonna be a fuck up cause he’s got you.”
  
• You’re crying, and it’s definitely not the hormones
  
• You pull him to you and kiss him softly
  
• “Thank you, Angel.”
  
• He shrugs and kisses your belly before sitting between your legs
  
• His head resting on your thigh
  
• Your fingers running through his hair
  
• “Hey ma?”
  
• “Yeah?”
  
• ….
  
• “What the fuck is a doula?”
  

Summary: You’re always the one being submissive and tonight, Angel allows you to switch roles. 

Pairing: Sub/switch!Angel Reyes x female reader 

Warnings: 18+ Sexual content, light bondage, body fluids, Angel being subby for the first time, 

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: Not me saying drabble and then churning out a full length fic lmao Out baby Angel deserves it 

“I wanna tie you up.”

Angel’s face was worthy of a picture when he turned to look back at you from his side of the couch. He was mid-way through rolling a blunt, but the blunt words tumbling from your normally submissive and shy mouth had snatched his attention. He absolutely had not expected that to be your response when he asked you if there was something new you wanted to try tonight. Once the shock melted away, he laughed. Eyes closed, head thrown back, depths of the belly laugh, until he saw you were serious. And just like that, he was toying with you. 

“You? You wanna tie me up? You who sometimes gets too shy to even ask me to fuck you harder? You, who cries when I make you come more than twice? You wanna try and dominate me?”

You simply nodded, fiddling with your fingers, but still keeping eye contact to show him that you were serious. 

He was willing, of course, but he just wanted to see if you were serious or not. He’d give you whatever you wanted, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun with you in the process. Angel pursed him lips and shrugged, cocky energy taking over him. 

“Ok, mami. Let’s get to it then." 

Your eyes widened slightly and he simply nodded, standing up from the cough and staring down at you before holding his hand out, rolling papers long forgotten on the top of the coffee table. Taking his hand, you made your way to the bedroom with him, jitters coming on. Angel stripped out of his jeans and boxers with zero apprehension and climbed onto the bed, scooting up to the headboard and raising his arms against it, a lopsided smirk on his lips as he half expected you to fold under his gaze. When you didn’t, he wiggled his free arms playfully

"Hurry up. Tie me up since you wanna be in charge. Or did you change your mind already?”

The teasing had you shaking your head, grabbing the soft-lined handcuffs. You knew there was no way you’d be able to tie him up with the rope like he did to you without fumbling and ruining the mood. So you settled down onto his hips, reaching forward and took his giant paws into your hands, clicking the cuffs onto his wrists, looped around the opening in the headboard. Leaning back, you looked down at him, the Mayan already feeling hard underneath you. He swilved his hips and you laughed, the sound bringing a smile to his lips. 

“So now what?”

You chuckled again, but this time the sound was a little deeper, and it made Angel shiver. Not as much as your next words did though. 

“Probably should’ve asked me that before you agreed to leave yourself defensless.

His smile faded ever so slightly, but he still kept his cool. What could little old you possibly do to him that he couldn’t take? He sucked his teeth and rolled his his shoulders, that arrogance only standing to fuel you. With a smile, you shuffled down his body further until his dick was between the two of you, hard and ready for whatever you were going to give him, at least he thought. 

It started off simple enough, your hands warm and soft as they stroked him. His moans were deep and gravely, full of base as they always were. 

Then you pulled away for the first time. 

Your hands left him, his cock bobbing slightly as it leaned back toward his stomach. You sat up some and hovered over him, lips kissing along his chest and neck. He let his eyes close, enjoying the feeling of your lips on him, nose brushing against his cheek, the hairs of his beard tickling you. You kissed behind his ear, tongue snaking out to lick at the shell making a another shudder run through his body. It was different, not something you usually did, but it felt good and Angel was simply living in the moment. 

Then you were sitting back again, hands grabbing for him again. You stoked him with both hands, split dribbling down from your mouth onto him as he leaned down. It wasn’t enough though, not slick enough for you. 

Reaching for the bottle of lube, you pumped out a squirt and went back to stroking him, both hands starting to make his breath come a little quicker. 

"Fuck, baby. Stroke me just like that." 

Your hands were stopping immediately, Angel’s eyes popping open. 

"Why’d you stop?”

“Ask me nicely." 

Angel blinked as he looked at you for a few seconds before chuckling and lifting his hips. 

"Please stroke me like that. Better?”

“A little." 

You relented and continued to stroke him, knowing that his attitude was going to make this just as fun as you were anticipating. 

"You’re always so demanding. Maybe it would be good for you to learn how to be more humble." 

Angel locked eyes with you, starting to see where this was going. And sure enough, after a few more seconds, you were letting him go again, leaning forward once more to kiss along his chest again. His cock bobbed and flexed, needing more attention, but you paid it no mind. You kissed along his chest, tongue licking along the skin even now and then, the cool air on the trail of your saliva making him shudder. You took longer his time, not going back to his aching cock and Angel knew what it was that you wanted. He wagered with himself, not wanting to seem weak, and before he could make a choice, you directed your attention back to where he needed it most. He sighed deeply, the tip getting darker as he felt himself growing harder, a small clear bead sitting at the opening. You ran your thumb over it and watched as his abdomen flexed. So you did it again, with more pressure. 

Then again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Angel’s thighs were tight now too, his breaths coming quicker at the direct stimulation.

"Baby. Baby. Come on." 

Sucking your teeth, you feigned a wince and tilted your head. 

"I didn’t hear a please." 

You were letting him go again, Angel’s hips jerking slightly as he tried to chase the pleasure. 

"I’m sorry. Please. Please mama. Touch me again." 

The arrogance was gone from his voice by now, a thinly veiled urgency underneath that you knew wouldn’t take much to bring to the surface. You ignored his cock and leaned forward again, placing your lips at the base of his throat this time, talking quietly against the skin. 

"You’re mine, right Angel?”

The Mayan nodded quickly, rambling off the reverse of your question. 

“Yeah, I’m all yours mama.”

That wasn’t enough though, and you told him as much. 

“That’s not good enough, Angel. I don’t believe it." 

Angel swallowed, not having expected you to settle into this role so quickly nor so well. And he damn sure didn’t expect himself to be closer to your usual whiny self than being the one in charge. He was just so hard though, the on and off neglect starting to weigh on him. 

"I’m yours, querida. I’m all yours. I…I belong to you. I’m yours.”

You smiled against his pec, a hiss falling from his lips as you dragged your teeth over his right nipple. 

“And who else?”

The breathless Mayan quickly shook his head, wincing at the feeling of your panties scratching at his cock as you wiggled against him. 

“No one, n-no one elses. Just yours. Only yours.”

His voice was taking on a higher pitch, breathless and desperate, and you could understand then why he loved being the one in control so much. You left one last kiss to his chest and then made your way back down, the small bead at the tip now a sticky trail that was dripping down above his belly button. 

“Look at you, making a mess." 

Angel looked up at you, a strangely unfamiliar look in his eyes. 

"I…I’m sorry. I can’t help it." 

The condescending tone your voice took on had caught you both by surprise. You weren’t sure where it came from, probably from hearing Angel speak that way to you for so long. Either way, you were wetter than you’d ever been without having even been touched, and you were growing impatient with your own drawn out torture. 

You grabbed onto him again and stroked him tightly, Angel groaning and hissing as you brought him closer and closer. Once he was close, you let go again, a foreign whine coming from him as he panted. 

"Fuck, mami, please! Please don’t stop, please. Just let me cum. Please. I wanna cum. Please!”

The begging and desperate moans sent a lightning bolt straight into your panties and you groaned yourself, starting to grind yourself down onto his thigh. You knew the restraints were the only thing keeping him from tossing you over and taking what he needed from you, but because they were there, he was at your mercy, and that power was intoxicating.

“Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you’ve earned it?”

Your voice was breathless too, your panties scratching against your clit as you moved. 

“Yes! Please, baby, please. I’ve been good." 

His words shocked even himself, but he was far too hard and desperate to care. All he could think about was spilling into your hands and watching it drip down your skin. You as well knew you wouldn’t last long, and considering this version of Angel wasn’t guaranteed to return, you tried to make the best of it. Wrapping your hands around his cock one last time, you continued to grind down on his thigh, the muscle firm under you in Angel’s distress.

"Go ahead. Cum for me. You can do it.”

You stroked him firmly, hands moving faster as he bucked underneath you. Then he was tensing, hands balled into fists, eyes shut tight as he came all over your hands. You smiled as you watched him, voice soft, hands still stroking. 

“Good boy." 

He shuddered at both your words and your hands, his face flushed. 

"Fuck. Fuck." 

You finished him off before letting go, eyes warm as they looked down at him, spent. He huffed out a breath before taking in a deep once, eyes finally opening up to stare at you. 

"What the fuck was that?”

You laughed, feeling like you had him wrapped around your finger. 

“You tell me." 

He chuckled, looking down at his chest, a litter of small marks left on his skin from where you had kissed and suckled. Wiggling his hands, he shuffled the cuffs, nodding down to the wet spot on your panties, his old cocky self coming back. 

"Let me out of here so I can take care of that." 

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Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Sister!OFC (Daniela Reyes)

Request by @cherieann-2001​:Power outage idea- The blanket Fort with EZ Angel and Anita she becomes scared and they do this to calm her down. (They are watching her because mama got called into work) (Prompt is from This List)

Warnings: 18+, language, all manners of fluff to get buried in

Word Count: 3k

A/N: In light of recent events, I have been thinking a lot about Daniela lately. And even though she’s not a main part of this one-shot in particular, I am hoping to get back and work on the plot I have for her a bit more. Either way, enjoy some tío content!

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Daniela knocked on the front door of their house as she pushed it open, Ana barreling past her and right into the house. The little girl immediately dropped her bag and called out for her uncles as she ran through the house. Daniela couldn’t help but to laugh as she lingered by the doorway, watching her daughter run down the hallway. In a matter of seconds, Angel popped out of the living room and easily scooped Ana up off the flood, slinging her over his shoulder as she squealed with laughter.

“I heard that a little monster was getting dropped off for a sleepover,” Angel laughed as he walked back down the hallway towards his sister, Ana still slung over his shoulder.

Daniela laughed, shaking her head as he set her back down on the floor, “I think the monsters are the boys who already live here,” she stepped in and hugged Angel, “Thank you for this. Sorry it’s so last-minute.”

Angel shrugged, “You know it’s fine,” he playfully tugged at the sleeve of her scrubs, “Lookin’ like you actually know what you’re doing or something.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t pin back her smile, “Yea, or something,” she diverted her attention back to her daughter as she crouched down to her level, “I’ll be here to pick you up in the morning after breakfast, okay?”

Ana was happily leaning against Angel’s side as she nodded, “Okay!”

Daniela leaned in, kissing her on the tip of her nose and then her forehead, “Your tíos are in charge,” she leaned in, whispering extra loud so Angel would definitely hear, “Mostly Tío EZ, though.”

Her comment was rewarded with a giggle from Ana and Angel scooping the little girl off the ground and propping her on his hip, “Alright, alright. Looks like it’s time for Mom to go.”

Daniela stood up, hands resting on her hips, “Don’t worry, I’m going,” she paused, looking around what she could see of the house, “Where is EZ, anyway?”

Angel nodded towards the door, “Ran to the store to pick up some food and shi—” he stopped himself when he saw Daniela’s face harden into a glare, “and stuff for the little monster here.”

“Gotcha. Alright, I gotta run. Thank you again,” she stepped in and hugged Angel before giving Ana another kiss, “I’ll see you tomorrow, chiquita. I love you.”

Her smile was blinding as she waved to her mother, “I love you too!”

Daniela slipped out the door and quickly made her way to her car, digging her keys out of her purse as she did. Not that she minded her brothers watching Ana, but the last-minute calls from the hospital had been more and more frequent lately, and she hated feeling like she was constantly leaving Ana with Angel and EZ, or Felipe. None of the three men ever complained, but that wasn’t the point. She huffed out a sigh as she unlocked her car. Just as she was pulling the door open, EZ whipped into the driveway next to her, a smile on his face as he threw the car in park.

“Taking off already?” he joked as he stepped down out of the truck, grabbing the couple bags of groceries he’d gotten.

She laughed, running her fingers back through her hair, “Wish I could stay longer, believe me.”

He shook his head, seeing the conflict in her eyes, “Don’t sweat it. If you want us to call you with a fake emergency to get you out of work, just say the word,” he smiled at the sound of her laughing, “Angel’s pretty good at coming up with shit on the fly.”

“Youboth are way too good at it,” she hugged him, “Thank you. Seriously.”

“Don’t make it weird,” he laughed as he hugged her back.

“You’re so annoying,” she chuckled, rolling her eyes as she pulled away from him.

“Get to work. I gotta get inside before the ice cream melts.”

“Damn,” she shook her head, smiling, “Maybe I should just skip work and stay with you guys.”

“No way,” he nudged her towards her car, “Tíos-Only Zone here right now. Beat it,” the smug grin on his face was enough to get anyone to laugh as Daniela plopped down in the driver’s seat, “Love you!”

She gave him the finger as she turned the key in the ignition, “Love you too.”

EZ made his way up the steps and into the house, shutting the door behind him just as Daniela’s car pulled out of the driveway. Even though he couldn’t see them, he could hear Ana’s laughter coming from the living room. He smiled and shook his head as he made his way into the kitchen to start putting the groceries away.

EZ had gone undetected by both of them in the living room until Ana heard the sound of the freezer sliding shut. It was a matter of seconds before EZ heard her heavy little footsteps as she booked it towards the kitchen. He was ready, hands free as he turned around to catch her as she ran right into him.

“Hey, pipsqueak,” he kissed the side of her head before setting her back down on the ground, “You keeping Angel outta trouble?”

“I’mtrying,” she let out a dramatic sigh.

EZ laughed, unable to hide the surprise that was intertwined with his amusement. Looking over her head at his brother he shook his head, “Sounds just like someone else we know.”

“Bro, I know,” Angel laughed, shaking his head as he walked into the kitchen as well.

Ana took advantage of the two of them talking to start snooping through the rest of the groceries that EZ had brought home. She was digging through one of the bags as she asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“Get outta there,” EZ joked as he lifted her up and set her on the counter. He playfully tapped the tip of her nose, “I got it under control. I’ll cook if you keep an eye on that guy over there,” he nodded towards Angel, “He’s been up to no good all week.”

Ana swung her legs as she sat on the counter, “That’s what Mommy said.”

Angel scoffed as he opened the fridge and grabbed a can of soda for himself, “Oh yea? Mommy also say what happens to snitches?”

EZ shot him an exasperated look, “Dude, come on.”

“My bad,” Angel held his hands up in surrender.

The three of them were all camped out in the living room after dinner. EZ and Angel were sitting on opposite ends of the couch with Ana sprawled out between them. For such a small girl she certainly knew how to take up most of the couch. Her head was resting on Angel’s leg as the three of them got through another episode of Spongebob. Which, they had to admit, out of all the kid’s shows that she could be into, it was one of the best ones.

EZ was just about to mention dessert when all of the lights in the house shut off. The television cut out and the three of them were thrown into complete darkness. Angel and EZ’s eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly—they were used to it. But Ana wasn’t. She immediately scrambled onto Angel’s lap, and he could feel the way that she was trembling.

“Hey, hey,” he kissed the side of her head, “we’re all good. Here,” he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and turned the flashlight on, setting it on the coffee table in front of them to cast some light into the room. It wasn’t much, but it was something, “See? Lights just went out. We’re gonna be fine.”

EZ turned on his phone’s flashlight as well as he stood up from the couch, “I’ll go grab the big flashlights and the candles.”

“Lucky for you,” he spoke to Ana as he shifted to get a little more comfortable, “I might not have EZ’s memory, but I know almost every episode of Spongebob. So here’s what happens next…”

Meanwhile, EZ was rummaging through the spare room, which had turned into a bit of a glorified storage closet, looking for flashlights and candles. He was just about to pull open the closet door when his phone started going off. Before he even looked at it, he had a pretty good idea of who it was going to be. Looking down at the screen, he gave a knowing smile and shook his head as he accepted the call.

“Hey, Dani.”

“You guys alright?” she didn’t sound too freaked out, but he could still hear the worry in her voice.

“We’re all good. Hospital lose power too?”

“For a minute, but we’ve got generators. I know you guys definitely don’t.”

He chuckled, “It’s on the very long to-do list.”

“How’s Ana? She hates the dark.”

“Angel’s got her right now,” EZ pinned the phone between his ear and his shoulder so he could keep scouring the room, even though that sent it into darkness by blocking the flashlight, “I’m getting flashlights and candles.”

Daniela laughed, “You guys have candles?”

“The ones you gave us,” he chuckled.

“When you guys moved in years ago?” she laughed in disbelief.

“How often do you see us lighting candles here?”

“Fair,” she sighed, “Alright, I just wanted to check in and make sure that you guys were alright. Give me a call if you need anything, or if you need me to come by and pick her up.”

“We got it under control. Go save lives and whatever else you do.”

He could hear the smile in her voice, “Love you, EZ.”

“Love you too,” he hung up the phone and gathered up everything that he’d found.

Waking back into the living room, the first thing he heard was Angel doing his best imitation of Patrick Star. Angel was trying not to laugh as he said, “Who you callin’ Pinhead?”

Ana immediately broke into a fit of giggles, and both brothers couldn’t hide their relief at the sound. As long as they could keep her amused and keep her mind off the lack of electricity, they should be alright.

“I got flashlights,” EZ said as he tossed one to Angel, “and candles,” he set them down on the coffee table and pulled a lighter out of the drawer to light them, “so I think we just might be alright for the night.”

“You know what I was thinkin’?” Angel asked as he scooped his niece into his lap, tickling her and making her laugh and squirm.

“You were thinking?” EZ shot back with a smirk as he lit the candles.

Angel sucked his teeth, “Funny. Anyway, I was thinking that Ana here should help us make a fort.”

“A fort?” she repeated as she took the flashlight from Angel, turning it on and shining it around the room.

“Yea. Was thinking we could grab some extra blankets and pillows and make a fort out here.”

“Yea!” the excitement was palpable in her voice.

“Cool,” Angel nodded as he watched her waving the flashlight around, getting more entertainment than he should’ve each time she accidentally shined it in EZ’s eyes.

A minute passed and neither brother moved from where they were sitting. EZ was camped by the coffee table and Angel on the couch, both of them waiting for the other to go and grab the pillows and blankets for their construction project. Clearly Ana wasn’t going to be the one who was going to go deeper into the house in the pitch black.

“I got the candles,” EZ finally said, “Your turn.”

Angel rolled his eyes but he didn’t argue about it. He gently picked Ana up and passed her off to EZ, tossing her just slightly to get a laugh out of her before EZ caught her. EZ kept her busy with picking out places to put the candles while Angel went and got everything that they needed for their fort.

Just like with groceries, Angel was determined to get everything done in one trip. Going into his own room, since he most likely wouldn’t be sleeping there for the night anyway, he grabbed the comforter and top sheet off his bed, along with the pillows by the headboard. Draping the blanket and sheet around his shoulders, he tucked the pillows under one arm before heading to the dining room to grab a couple chairs to bring with him. He looked like a character out of one of Ana’s shows as he carefully waddled back into the living room, trying not to drop anything or bump into anything.

EZ laughed, shaking his head at the sight of his brother, “The chairs really necessary?”

“Want the fort to be tall enough to not give you back problems?” he paused and when EZ didn’t have an immediate response, he nodded, “That’s what I thought,” he turned his attention to Ana, who was curled up in EZ lap with a flashlight, “Alright, Anita, I know your mom tells me all the time you’re a doctor. You’re a contractor tonight, girl,” he tossed a pillow to her with a laugh, “Get up and help me with this.”

It was a wholesome scene, truly. The three of them working together to put the fort together. Angel and EZ were constantly throwing pillows at each other, getting a good amount of laughter out of their niece in the process. Despite the fact that they were working in the dim glow of candlelight and a few scattered flashlights, they managed to get it done. Fort construction felt much more difficult for the Reyes brothers now than it had when they were kids, but they finally got back into the groove of it. Soon enough, the three of them were sprawled out underneath the roof of a blanket and sheet, surrounded by pillows and another blanket that EZ had gone and gotten.

Ana was half laying down, blanket draped over her legs as she leaned against EZ’s side. Both the Reyes brothers were sitting cross-legged underneath the cover of the blanket roof, Angel with a pillow in his lap that he promptly tossed back on the floor before tipping over and letting his head rest on it.

“Nap time now, right?” he said with a smile.

Ana giggled, pushing against his chest with her blanket-covered feet, “No way!”

“You know what Iwas thinking?” EZ said, toying with Ana’s ponytail. He waited until both of them were looking at him before he continued, “Since the power is out, I was thinking that maybe we should dig into the ice cream I bought before it melts,” he gave her ponytail a playful tug, “Can’t let it go to waste.”

Ana’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, “Yes!”

EZ chuckled, “Alright. You stay here and guard the fort,” he handed her the flashlight that was on the other side of him, “As always, keep an eye on Angel. I’ll be right back.”

Karma for laughing at EZ when he was getting the light shined in his eyes was coming back for Angel quickly when Ana started doing the same exact thing to him. Angel would never be able to tell for sure if EZ did it on purpose, but he had his suspicions. Luckily it didn’t last long, because soon enough EZ reappeared with three large bowls of ice cream, carefully handing them off as he crawled back into the fort.

Ana might’ve been the youngest, but EZ and Angel were the ones who looked the most like children as they tucked into their dessert in their blanket fort. The whole idea may have been to help keep Ana busy and distracted so she wouldn’t get freaked out from the power outage, but somewhere along the way the two of them definitely forgot that that was the original mission.

Surprisingly enough, Ana didn’t get hit with any kind of insane sugar high after her dessert. It didn’t take long after setting her bowl aside for her to pass out between her uncles, blanket up over her chin and face nearly hidden in the puffy pillow she’d chosen. Once he was sure that she was out, EZ carefully left the fort to blow out the candles that were scattered around the living room before coming back to his rightful place inside their in-home castle. Both Angel and EZ were starting to get hit with a bit of exhaustion too as they managed to squeeze themselves into laying positions around their niece.

“This wasn’t the type of blackout I was planning on a Friday night,” Angel said, trying to keep his laughter quiet so as not to wake up his niece.

EZ chuckled, shaking his head as he stared up at the blanket above them, “You’ll still be just as tired tomorrow. Don’t worry.”

Angel was about to say something in response, but just as he opened his mouth, Ana twitched in her sleep and accidentally kicked him in the stomach. He winced, shaking his head as he tried to keep his voice at a harsh whisper, “Motherfucker.”

EZ laughed quietly, “I don’t think you’re supposed to be calling your niece a motherfucker.”

“I am if she’s bein’ one,” he shot back, carefully maneuvering her legs to try and keep that from happening again.

“Dani used to do the same shit,” he smiled at the memory.

“Oh, god,” Angel laughed, running his hands down his face, “I fuckin’ know. My legs used to get all bruised up from her.”

“Yea,” EZ lifted his head to get a better look at his brother, “Now she just bruises up your face.”

“If there wasn’t a kid between us, I’d bruise up your face right now.”

“No chance,” EZ let his head drop back on the pillow with a laugh.

“Motherfucker,” Angel mumbled, shaking his head.

“What was that?”

“I called you a motherfucker,” Angel laughed, “and I ain’t sorry about it.”

EZ chuckled, “Go to sleep. You get grumpy like Ana when you’re tired.”

Angel rolled his eyes even though EZ couldn’t see him, “Shut up,” he shook his head, but he still rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep soon before all the lights came back on and woke them all up.

heatwave.

an:thank you to those who suggested characters for this hc. I typed this on my phone, so excuse the lack of editing. reply below which one is your favorite

requested characters (in no particular order): angel reyes, jax teller, joaquin torres, johnny tuturro, josh cody, rio

rating: (except for J. Cody)

sum:there’s a heatwave sweeping the nation. they’re encouraging everyone to have fun, but to stay cool.

“If you think about it, you’re more likely to die in a car crash than you are to be attacked by a shark.”

Your widened eyes lifts from the water gently rocking beneath you. The sight prompts Johnny to continue.

“I’m serious—“

“Andnot helping, Johnny!”

The uneasy look on your face should erase the smile on Johnny’s face, but it only doubles it in size. The five months you’ve lived in Graceland he’s never seen you scared before. Not even with a gun pointed at you.

“I go out and surf all the time—“

“Exactly,”you continue as he begins to guide your board further into the water. “AndI tell you you’re crazy each time.”

“And,” he chuckles. “I come back alive each time.”

Johnny’s words may be truthful, but they do little to ease your anxiety.

As your board drifts further from shore, you silently curse yourself for agreeing to this. After a long day at work, you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep early. Johnny had come into your room thirty minutes after your arrival, the bright smile on his face forcing you to roll over.

“Whatever it is,” you mumbled. “I’m not going to be apart of it.”

“You don’t even know what it is,” Johnny crossed the room before collapsing on your bed. The added weight caused you to bounce lightly against the mattress.

“With you, it’s always trouble.”

“I was gonna ask you to come watch the sunset with me,” he’d smiled, his chin resting against your shoulder. “When was the last time we got to hang out? Just us two?”

The question was enough to make you agree to drag yourself out of the bed you had just laid in, so that you could spend time alone with your best friend.

When he invited you to watch the sunset, you thought Johnny had meant from the shore. You go with Johnny to the beach a lot, you even go in the water, but you’ve never ventured this far out.

You are now wide awake and seated on Johnny’s paddle board. He stands behind you, guiding the board. He may have teased you before, but Johnny does not mention that you sit as close to him as possible.

“Say what you want about sharks, Johnny,” you say, eyes returning to the water beneath you. “But, they’re far less likely to attack us if we’re closer to shore.”

“Let a shark try and roll up on this paddle board—“

“What are you going to do?” Your eyes roll, a tiny smile manages to outweigh your nerves as Johnny’s chuckle fills the air. “Fight it?

“I could punch it in the nose—“

“I doubt that works.”

“I read it online—“

“So it has to be true?” You tip your head back to see Johnny’s head shaking. The smile on his lips stretches as he meets your gaze. “Besides, I love you, JT. But my faith in you deterring a Great White with a punch is extremely low.”

“Man, whatever.” Johnny kisses his teeth, his eyes rolling as you release a giggle. “If you fall off don’t call me out there to punch a shark, and save you.” He glances down at you, his smile growing at the look of skepticism he finds. “Im serious, I’ll paddle my ass back to shore without you.”

“Like you’d leave me out here. I’m the only person who laughs at your jokes.”

“Look, y/n, I love you but you need to get your shit together.”

Letty’s words widen your eyes, the look of confusion on your face causing her eyes to roll.

“Me? What are you talking about?”

You are met with a temporary silence as Letty cautiously peeks around the edge of the building. Once she is certain the coast is clear, she turns back to you. Shifting the strap of her water gun, she allows the nearly empty weapon to hang by her side.

Letty steps forward, her hands clamping down on your shoulders. Her voice is just above a whisper as her dark brown eyes meet your gaze.

“You need to stop pulling your shots.”

“I am not pulling my shots.”

Letty’s eyes roll for the second time today. “I know we’re playing against your husband, but I am trying to win this game.”

“So am I–”

“Good, so that settles it, next time you see Angel empty the clip.”

She gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before disappearing around the corner.

It is Saturday afternoon and you’re currently crouched alongside the back of the clubhouse. The red bandana tied around your left upper arm represents your team’s color. Despite having discarded your t-shirt, leaving you in just your shorts and bikini top, you are sweating buckets.

The game has been going on for nearly twenty minutes. The rules are simple: capture the flag. The team captain has the flag, or bandana, tied around their arm. Once they are shot, the shooter can retrieve the flag. Game over.

You and Letty are the only people on your team not drenched from head to toe. Your other teammates, Ez and Neron, are seated at the front tapped out.

Letty managed to take out Gilly, and you managed to take out her dad. Angel and your five-year-old son are the final teammates on the opposing team.

As you carefully make your way through the parked cars of the lot, finger hovering above the trigger, you realize Letty is right. You might have let Angel getaway, once. When you’d initially snuck up on Angel, your goal was to shoot him—you just needed to get closer. Angel was so focused on scanning the parking lot that he didn’t hear your footsteps as you’d snuck upon him. You would have shot him if your foot hadn’t bumped into a poorly discarded toolbox, the sound giving Angel enough of a heads up to seek cover.

You come to a halt as the sound of shuffling feet breaks your concentration. Spinning on your heels, you pause as you find your son, Danny, standing a few feet away. Your shoulders relax as you lower your gun.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you sigh, wiping your hand against your forehead. “Where’s daddy?”

By the time Danny makes his way back to his father’s hiding spot, a drenched Letty has joined Ez and Neron at the front of the clubhouse.

“Did you find your mom?” Angel asks, watching as your son shakes his head. Peeking over the hood of the car, Angel allows his eyes to scan the lot. “Alright, stay here, I’m gonna go find her.”

Angel only manages to get two steps past the security of the car when he’s blasted by a cool stream of water. Your finger clamps down on the trigger, your son’s giggles drowning out Angel’s screams as tries to avoid the water blasting his chest and face. Trying to avoid crashing into your son and running back into the car, he has nowhere to go. Reaching forward, he groans as you narrowly escape his grip.

You wait until you’ve emptied the remnants of your gun before allowing him to catch your waist. “You owe me a flag.”

A dripping Angel is a mess of breathless laughs as he wipes the water from his eyes. “I can’t believe you turned my son against me!”

“That’s all you got, Wilson?” Joaquín’s laughter drifts across the crowded street. The sound attracting more passing guests. “I thought you’d have better aim than this!”

Seated beneath the blazing sun, Joaquín Torres watches as Sam shakes his head. The grin on the young man’s face tightens Sam’s grip around the orange ball he holds.

Joaquín’s hands rub together in anticipation, his dark brown eyes challenging his friend to end his winning streak. In the last hour, since he’s taken over at the dunk tank, Joaquín has yet to be dunked. The determination between Sam’s eyes might stem from the fact that Joaquin dunked him–twice–on the morning shift.

Bright eyes and the ability to talk to anyone have allowed Joaquin to throw off the concentration of each person that has stepped forward to try. Even Sam.

Sam releases a groan as the orange ball slaps the yellow tarp beside the target, and Joaquín’s cocky smile remains intact.

“Whewww,”Joaquín whistles. “You want anotherround, Wilson? It’s $5.”

“I could just knock your ass off for free,” Sam chuckles as he gathers the balls surrounding the dunk tank. “What’s stopping me from hitting the target now?”

“Don’t be a sore loser, Sam,“ Joaquin winks. He motions towards the audience. "Donations are going to the kids.”

“Don’t worry, Sammy. I’ll get him for you.”

You wouldn’t have believed it possible, but the smile on Joaquín’s face doubles in size as he watches you catch the ball Sam tosses your way.

“Uh-oh, Torres,” Sam teases, watching as you step up to the yellow tape sticking to the pavement. “Sure you don’t wanna get down, let someone else get dunked?”

"You know me,” Joaquin smiles, watching as you study the target. “I’m not one to back down from a challenge.”

“Speaking of challenges.” Sam pauses as the power behind your first throw echoes silencing the conversations of those standing by to watch. Hitting the outer edge of the black circle, the orange ball dropped to the ground before rolling back towards you. Sam’s smile stretches as he briefly glances in your direction. “How about we make things interesting?”

“Interesting?” Joaquin’s eyes leave Sam’s long enough to watch you bend down to retrieve another ball. “What you got in mind?”

“If Y/N here knocks that cocky smile off your face, you finally gotta ask her on that date.”

“Date?”

The loud‘thwack’ that follows sends ripples across the bright yellow tarp. The edge of the ball connects with the black circle, bouncing off the side of the metal target. The board beneath Joaquin trembles, a sign of relief in response to narrowly missing that close call.

“Yeah,”Sam smiles as he passes you your third and final ball. “Youknowthat date I’ve been telling you to take her on so I can stop hearing how–”

“A date’s fine,” Joaquin speaks loudly drowning out the remainder of Sam’s sentence.

His narrowed eyes burn a hole into a grinning Sam. The sight seeming foreign to anyone who has worked with Joaquin. The smile that spreads across his lips as he allows his gaze to return to you is the one you have associated with Joaquin for the last month.

It is a smile that comes the instance you acknowledge his presence. Whether it be a simple “morning, Torres,” as you pass. Or the moments he catches himself ramblingly excitedly about the mission, only to find you watching him an amused smile on your lips. Or the sound of your laugh as you shake your head, trying not to cave to one of his corny jokes. It is the smile that had the entire unit convince Joaquin was falling hard for the analyst Sam brought in to assist on the mission.

“Hate to crush your dreams of a candlelight dinner, sweetheart, but no one’s dunked me–”

Laughter drowns out the splash of water as the board shifts releasing Joaquín into the ice-cold tank. Even beneath the freezing surface, Joaquin can hear Sam’s laughter above all the rest. When he finishes wiping the water from his eyes, Joaquin finds you standing alongside the tank.

“How’s the water?” The smile on your lips grows as Joaquin pushes his damp hair back from his forehead.

“Not bad,” he chuckles. His playful eyes meet your gaze. “You must have reallywanted that date.”

“So what do I get if I pay for the deluxe special?”

The sound of your voice pulls Jax’s attention from the woman behind the wheel of the Mazda parked alongside him. Jax smiles widely as he watches you push the door of your jeep shut.

“I’d have to take you inside and show you.”

The playful blue eyes focused on you cause you to arch your brow. “Since when are you afraid of an audience, Teller?”

“You know I’m not, darlin’” Jax chuckles as you retrieve your wallet. “I just know how shy you get. Wouldn’t want you to hold back if we’re planning on having some fun today.”

Dropping the twenty into the jar in his hand, you can’t deny your best friend a smile as Jax comes to a stop before you.

The parking lot of Teller-Morrow is full of cars, tables of food prepared by Gemma, familiar faces, and a number of shirtless Sons. The car wash is in full swing. You sat in line for fifteen minutes, listening to the car radio, as the line slowly inched it’s way through the gate of the parking lot. The only reason you did not turn around to go home is that you are technicallysupposed to be working the car wash. You had promised Gemma you’d stop by after your shift at work.

“We need men to get their cars washed too, sweetheart,” she’d reminded you as she walked you out last night. “So come on by after work, bring your bikini and a smile.”

Although your arrival is nearly and hour late, one look around the crowded parking lot has confirmed your suspicions. Jax did not need the help. The prospect of seeing him, specifically, dripping in water and suds was enough to bring every woman in Charming down to the autoshop.

“You’re a little over dressed,” he notes, his eyes passing over your outfit.

“I came straight from work.”

“Hey, I’ve been working,” Jax starts, the rolling of your eyes causes him to chuckle.

“I’m sure you have.” The smile on your face grows as you tug your shirt over your head. “For someone’s whose been working, you’re awfullydry.”

“I had to leave some cars for you,” Jax continues, his eyes lingering on green fabric of your bikini top. “When word spread you’d be here, a whole line of cars showed up.”

“I bet,” you laugh sarcastically.

“Besides,”Jax grins as you bend down to retrieve the bucket of soapy water by his feet. “My job’s to bring in the cars, not wash ‘em.”

“I don’t know.” Your eyes pass over the parking lot. You wait until your gaze returns to his to continue. “I think some of these ladies might demand a refund if they don’t see you wet at least once today.”

“You sure you don’t have an ulterior motive, sweetheart?” Jax’s brow arches, tongue passing over his lips as your eyes drop from his. “If you wanna see—“

Jax freezes, his words getting caught between the breath that catches in his lungs. The remnants from the bucketful of soapy water launched his way drips from his head, down his chest, trickling down to his toes.

The initial shock leaves Jax and the on lookers quiet. Jax runs his hand down his face, wiping the suds away. Blinking, he shakes out his hair. The smile on his face growing as he takes in your playful eyes.

Jax runs his hands through his hair. “Was it worth it?”

You allow your eyes to take him in. A warm blush has crept across Jax’s skin by the times have you’ve finished allowing yourself to admire your handiwork.

“Nope.”The response is not what he is expecting. Jax’s brow furrows as he watches you shake your head. Bending down, you retrieve the second bucket, drenching him before he can move out the way. “Nowit’s worth it.”

You only make it two steps before your feet are off the ground, Jax throwing you over your shoulder.

“I was just joking,” you giggle. The sound does little to deter Jax as he carries you across the lot towards the hose. “Jax!”

Music and laughter drift across the backyard of the Cody house. Empty beer bottles and soda cans have been abandoned. The once-bustling backyard is now empty. The party shifted inside to enjoy the steaks and burgers, fresh off the grill, in the sanctuary of air conditioning.

Your arms rest against the hot concrete of the pool’s edge, your cheek pressed against your skin. Eyes closed, you listen to the conversations and music muffled by the glass separating you from your friends.

From the moment your plane touched down at LAX, you have been dreaming of swimming in the Cody’s pool. After mingling and catching up with friends, you haven’t seen since Christmas break, you discarded your sundress and disappeared beneath the cool water.

“Shit, look who decided to fly back out West.” A soft smile finds your lips as the weight of Josh’s hands settles against your waist. “Thought Miss. Ivy League was too good to slum it with us criminals.”

“Trust me, nothing’s changed,” you catch a brief peek at a pair of playful light blue eyes as you look over your shoulder. “I’m only back because I missed the sun.”

J’s chuckle is low, his smile brushing against your shoulder as he guides your hips back to meet his. You could blame the heat as the reason why you don’t move away, say you’re too exhausted to muster up the strength, but the smile on your lips says otherwise. The kiss lingering against your pulse relaxes your limbs, your body thankful you have the edge of the pool to keep you stable.

It is a kiss fueled by a single purpose. To test the waters and disapprove the last conversation you and your ex-boyfriend shared on the phone a week prior.

“When you coming over?” It is a question you knew Josh would ask the moment you’d shared your plans to return home for the summer.

“When I have time,” you’d sighed. “I’m busy, Josh. I’ve got online summer classes, this internship, plus my part-time gig—we’re not in high school anymore. I can’t spend all day hanging by the pool with you.”

The sigh that escapes your lips as J’s fingers slip beneath the strap of your bikini brings a smile to his lips. He’s one step closer to getting his answer. The pressure of his lips against your neck, paired with his wandering fingers, is enough to distract your mind from the heat bogging you down.

“‘S that all you missed?” J drags his thumb along the curve of your breast, urging you to answer his question.

Your silence prompts his touch to wander. The pad of his thumb, rolling over your nipple, coaxes out the answer to his question. Before it can slip out, betraying your declaration made when you left last summer, you bite your lip.

You nod your head, the “yep”you manage not sounding nearly as assured as it did in your head. “Well–that and this pool.”

“So, I take it you don’t wanna go inside?” The soft and meticulous kisses he leaves against your neck match the movements of his fingers as they drift beneath the waistband of your bottoms.

“Josh, your uncles are inside–”

“So I guess we’ve gotta do it here then,” he mutters against your skin.

His face tucks against the warmth of your neck as he guides himself into you. Your mind lags, trapped between the wall and the heat of his touch. Time apart has done little to erase your body from his mind. Two years of a whirlwind romance meant J knew how to reel you back in, no matter how much time has passed. He knew where to place his lips and fingers, to shut off the rational part of your brain meant to warn you from falling back into this cycle.

His thrusts are slow and deep, his fingers helping build the pressure in a way that pushes away your initial fear of how you two might appear. Two exes who are incapable of escaping one another’s orbits. Somehow, the only two from the party who were not interested in eating or escaping the record-breaking heatwave. Two exes who can easily be seen if someone bothered to glance away from their conversation to look through the giant glass doors to the backyard.

From the kitchen, the breathless words Josh mutters against your ear appears to be an innocent attempt at catching up. No one would take a second glimpse. Each time you say you’re finished, the two of you fall back into one another’s orbit. But the grin on his face as you clench and tremble against him says otherwise.

“Welcome home, Ivy League,” he chuckles his lips pressing a final kiss against your shoulder, the warmth of his body slipping away as he pushes himself off the wall.

“You got ice cream?”

You glance away from your freshly opened cup of ice cream, to find your husband kicking off his shoes.

“Yep.”Nodding towards the living room, you redirect your attention to the vanilla ice cream. “The boys wanted some.”

Rio nods, eyes passing to the living room where his three sons can be found laying on the floor. Eyes focused on the movie playing, they both quietly eat their ice cream. The flattened Cold Stone bag resting on the counter causes him to pout.

“Where’s mine?”

Sliding your keys across the counter, you take a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Back at the store.”

Rio’s eyes roll, the playful eyes that briefly meet his causing him to reach forward. You skillfully block his hand, a giggle falling for your lips as you shield your ice cream.

“No one knew you’d be home this early,” you ignore the dark brown eyes trying their best to coax you into sliding the cup back within Rio’s reach. “If you would have let me know, I would’ve gotten you some.”

Rio remains where he is as you leave your explanation at that. He watches silently as you make a point of taking another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. Your gaze lifts, a smile forming as you watch his eyes follow the path of your tongue as you lick the whipped cream for the corner of your lips.

The snide remark stops on the tip of his tongue as Rio takes in the lightweight white crop top and high-waisted cutoffs you wear.

“You went out wearingthat?”

“Last I checked, I can wear whatever I want.”

“I’m not saying that,” he starts. His brow arches as he takes a second look at the shorts you wear. “I’m more worried about the poor kid behind the counter. Probably won’t be able to get you outta his head for a week.”

Even if you don’t bother to entertain your husband’s teasing you know who Rio speaks of. The cocky college kid who worked the counter and flirted with every female to enter the store. The same college kid who melted and turned into a blubbering mess each time you smiled at him.

“Rio, stop teasing him,” you had mumbled the last time Rio joined you on the ice cream run. Your hand had slapped your husband’s chest as his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin resting against your shoulder. “It’s not funny.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t handle her, kid,” he chuckled as the poor boy fumbled with the change in his hand.

“What can a girl do?” you sigh, a casual tone falling from your lips. “It’s hot outside. There’s a heatwave.”

“So I’ve heard,” he notes. “You’re walking around with your ass hanging out, fueling every teenage wet dream down the block.”

Your shoulders let off a soft shrug as you take another spoonful of ice cream. Your husband’s gaze drifts lower, ghosting over your spine as your elbows rest against the marble countertop. His grip tightens as you push your hips back allowing your ass to grind against him.

“Jealousy has never been a good look on you, Christopher.”

Rio releases a dry laugh. “So you’rereally not gonna share?”

“Nope.”Your playful eyes drift past him to the clock. “They don’t close for a few hours, so you still have time to go get your own. Say hi to my friend for me.”

“Damn,” Rio’s head shakes, his hands settling on your waist. “First no kiss—“

“I’m sorry I’m not breaking my neck to greet you with a kiss at the door every time you come home,” the relaxing of your body against his chest, as his arms wrap around your middle, betrays the rolling of your eyes.

“Then, you can’t even share some ice cream?” Rio shakes his head. “With your own husband—“

“Who is grown, and old enough to get in the car—“

“The father of your children—“ He adds, his laughter muffled against the warmth of your neck.

“Oh my goodness,”you giggle pushing his hand away as he tries for the cup from a different angle. “Am I going to be hearing that the rest of my life?”

“Every damn day.”

Dropping your spoon into your cup, you push yourself upright before turning to face your husband.

He softly shakes his head, an amused smile toying with his lips as Rio takes your face in his hands. You stand on your toes to meet him halfway. The kiss he leaves against your lips draws you closer. A smile presses against your lips as your arms wrap around his waist pulling his body closer to yours.

“I’mstillnot sharing.” Your giggles fill the air before you can fully complete the sentence, the admission causing Rio’s eyes to roll. Your hand lightly presses against his chest. “Guess you’re not a good as you think.”

“It’s all good,” Rio chuckles, hands slipping into your back pocket to guide your hips closer. “That’s not what I want.”

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