Summary: A reader who’s petty and needs to teach jealous and possessive Angel a lesson.
Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, and jealousy.
Word Count: 2,900+
AN: This one is for my lovelies @darqchilddaydreamz and @ravennaortiz! Be sure to give my babies a shout-out for encouraging me to finish this one. They gave me the push I needed to do so. I hope all my loves enjoy this one. Yes, I’m aware, the dress is different in the storyboard, but it still gives what needs to be given. Okay!
Inspired By💖:
People closest to you, whether friends or family, always expressed that they envied your level of pettiness. It was as if you were the queen of petty. Your best friend often compared your skills to a lioness hunting its prey. If someone pissed you off purposefully, you weren’t always quick to act. It was much better when you waited, letting that person feel they had gotten away with something. Once you noticed it had slipped their mind, that they were comfortable. That would be when you took the time to get revenge. Pettiest bitch alive.
Your current mood and setting could be used as an amazing example. There you were sitting at the kitchen island. Eyes focused on the portable LED makeup mirror propped on the counter. One hand held your eyelid as the other drew a precise wing. Music flowed throughout the house and you rocked your hips while sitting on the bar stool. Your hair had been curled and pinned. You wanted the curls to set in before taking them down. You were fresh out of the shower, almost fully dressed, and smelled divine. To avoid any makeup spills, you had slipped into your silk robe.
The song had switched just as you put the finishing touches on your look. The track that started was perfect for how you were feeling. It was fitting for the little plan you had set in motion. Revenge was for sure sweet. “Beating Down Yo Block” by Monaleo flooded the house. Sliding out of your robe, you started letting your curls loose. Walking over to your heels, you slid them on as the song’s beat sunk into your veins.
Using your fingers to comb through the fresh curls, you started rapping your favorite part. “Bitch I’m fine! Slim waist, pretty face, he know I’m a dime.” Still combing through the curls you dipped to the ground, dress riding up a bit as you did a little twerk. The sound of bikes approached your driveway and you smiled to yourself. Damn, I have perfect timing.
Giving a classy little twerk in the living room mirror, you continued to rap the lyrics, “Ain’t no pressure ‘bout no ninja, tell his ass to fall in line.” The front door opened and your alarm was disabled. You heard him call out to you. You stayed silent, a devilish smirk played upon your lips. Angel walked into the living room. Your eyes met in the mirror as you said the next line in the song. This time, your ‘Megan knees’ were in full effect. “Cause for this next line you gotta look me in my eyes. If you think I’ma sweat you, you out your mothafuckin’ mind.”
Angel was too mesmerized by your ass in the little black dress you had on. He had picked up on the subliminal message of the lyrics but was more interested in your attire. His eyes scanned over you, as his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel himself hardening. That was until he remembered you two weren’t alone. He growled seeing Coco to his left and Ez to his right. Both men were ogling you. Ezekiel’s reaction was more shocked. Coco’s grin was a mile long as he sat there eating every bit of the image up.
Angel being jealous and possessive, barked at you, “Stop throwing ass in front of company. Pull that short-ass dress down. Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that anyway?”
“First off I was here, by myself, getting ready, and enjoying my company. I can twerk as much as I want in my damn house. You barged your tall lanky ass into my shit. Stop talking to me crazy, Angel. To answer your question. I’m going out with my girls.”
“Our shit.”
“Sleeping here almost every night doesn't mean a thing to me. You still have your place and my last name hasn’t changed.
“If you wear that short-ass dress, we’re going with you. Your ass is damn near out.”
“Stop being dramatic. No, it isn’t! I do not need a babysitter, Angel. If you can do you, I can do me, right?”
Angel understood what it was all about now.
“Why do you have to be so petty? How does that much evil fit in such a short body?”
Your shoulders shrugged, as your hips swayed to the mirror to touch up your lip combo. Angel walked up behind you pulling you into his chest. His lips ghosted your bare shoulder, giving it a playful bite, and his hips thrust against you.
“Stay here with me, mi dulce. I want to get you out of this dress.”
You felt him press into you and fought back a whimper. You refused to allow Angel to have his way. You pushed off of him.
“I’m going out tonight in this dress, end of conversation. On second thought, I take that back. Let’s have a chat about dresses. Mine is an issue, but it wasn’t a problem last weekend,” you purred.
“Last weekend? What are you talking about?”
Yeah, playing dumb is not going to slide this time, jackass.
“Don’t play stupid with me, Angel.”
Your obtuse boyfriend looked to Coco and Ez for help. Both men threw their hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.
“Here let me jog your memory. Remember when I walked into the party at the clubhouse last weekend? When you hadn’t noticed, because you were too busy entertaining that fucking hang around. The one who conveniently dropped her phone and bent over to pick it up. Had all three of you dumbasses staring at her bare ass. I couldn’t give one iota of a fuck about your boys staring, but you? Yeah, that’s a problem. You want to be possessive? I’ll do the same. You want to stare at other bitches? Let’s see how you feel about other men eyeing me, Papa. My dress isn’t nearly as short as the one that thirsty hoe had on. I’ve told you one too many times not to play with me. Now I’ma show you better than I could ever tell you, baby.”
Angel tried to save face in front of his friends. He mumbled, “Nobody worried about shit. Go out, it won’t affect me as much as you think, Mami.”
Your eyes locked in with both EZ and Coco. You all smirked, communicating without even saying a word. He wanted to be cute in front of his little friends?
I can be funny too, and have them help a sista out.
Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.
“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.
Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” she teased the flustered Mayan.
Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “You the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”
“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine-ass woman,” Coco challenged.
Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.
Still staring at Coco like a madman he replied, “Bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”
Ezekiel wanted in with busting his brother's balls. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he joined in on the fun, “Sister or not. We’re not real blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”
“Don’t finish that fucking statement, Ezekiel,” Angel warned.
Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.
“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”
In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle among the brothers.
“Jesus, bro. Learn how to handle a joke!”
“Fuck both of y’all,” Angel pouted, no longer enjoying being the brunt of the joke.
“No disrespect. My bad, it is fat though,” he chuckled along with Ezekiel.
“Bunch of bitches,” Angel groaned.
Feeling you had tortured him enough for the evening, you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Hey, look at me,” you cooed, gripping his chin softly.
“Baby, you know they’re joking. If anybody tried me like that, I’d curse them out. Relax, you know you give them shit about their significant others as well. Luckily you have sense enough not to try that shit in front of me, because I’d kick you in the balls,” she smiled innocently. Now calm down and give me kisses, papa.”
His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. Three pecks and a hungry kiss later, EZ and Coco stood there rolling their eyes.
“All this lovey-dovey shit is making my stomach turn. Cut it out,” Coco grumbled.
“One more, mama. Make it real good so Coco can lose his dinner.”
He leaned in to capture your lips. It was slow and dirty. All teeth and tongue. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand trailed down your back. Stopping at your backside, he grabbed a handful. His left hand lifted from your waist as he flipped his brothers off.
“Now how can you get mad, when you know for a fact that it's fat? Look at how you just gripped the shit out of it. You got any sisters or cousins packing something that serious? Hook us up,” Coco begged.
It was your turn to flick them off. Pulling away from the kiss, you bounced over to your brothers. Raising on tiptoes you slapped them both in the back of the head.
“That’s for staring at my ass!”
Another smack.
“That’s for conveniently forgetting you both have old ladies. Whom I adore. I’m snitching on you bitches. Do I have any sisters or cousins? Get out my face with that mess, joke or not, I’ll beat your ass. Angel’s all the heathen my family can tolerate,” you joked.
Angel sat back with his arms crossed admiring you. Feeling his stare, your eyes connected as you bit your lip.
Both men sandwiched you in between giving you bear hugs. Ezekiel kissed your temple before pulling back.
“Lo siento, hermanita.”
“Yeah, querida. We didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Angel makes it so easy to fuck with him.”
Angel raised both middle fingers to his brothers. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. With a tug of his shirt, he understood your signal to lower himself to your height. You pecked his lips several times. He stood there smiling like a love-struck idiot as you wiped your gloss from his lips.
With a pat on his chest, you made a beeline to your handbag. You made sure you had your keys and cell phone. With confirmation, you turned in the direction of the three men.
“Alright baby, I’m heading over to besties. I’m leaving my car at hers, and she’s driving us to the bar.”
Angel cut you off, growling your full name. “I’m serious, querida. If you’re wearing that we’re coming too.”
The two of you stared each other down. You refused to give in to his demands. With a shrug of the shoulders, you responded, “Then I guess y’all hittin’ the bar tonight.” The keys in your hand were tossed across the living room as Angel caught them. He looked at you, head tilted to the side.
“Oh, you thought I was changing? No, baby boy. I hope you three didn’t have any plans.”
To the three men’s absolute horror, not only did they have you to watch over. EZ and CoCo were pissed to learn that the besties you were hitting the town with were their old ladies. They too, had on dresses that left little to the imagination.
When you went for revenge, it was always the most pettiest, delicious thing ever. The Mayan men spent the next two hours threatening anybody who so much as looked in your direction. They sat at the bar mugging, while you and the girls danced the night away.
Later that night after everyone had returned to their homes, Angel sat in the recliner. His eyes collided with yours as you swept into the living room fresh out of the shower. He looked pissed as you giggled, standing between his legs.
“What did we learn today,” you asked in your best kindergarten-teacher voice.
“What the fuck are you on about, querida?”
You leaned forward running your hands up his arms. You crawled into his lap, smiling mischievously. Your arms linked behind his neck as you rocked a bit. Inwardly you did a little victory dance as you heard him groan.
Your face stopped inches away from his. The two of you were close enough that your breath fanned one another. “Don’t play dumb. What did you learn, Daddy?”
“That you’re a petty ass woman.”
“Boy, stop! You already knew that.” Your hips circled on his lap. Angel's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he groaned, “Fuck.”
“Answer me, Daddy,” you cooed, rocking your hips back and forth over his hardening erection. “I’ll even help you out. Repeat after me.”
“I learned,” you started, pressing against him harder. You halted your movement, waiting for him to repeat it.
Angel kissed his teeth, “You gonna take this away,” he started, palming your covered mound. Your breath hitched, as you fought for control. Unable to say anything, your head nodded.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled, “I fucking learned,” he growled.
“Not to pay thot-ass, hang-around-ass hoes any mind.”
“I’m not saying that shit, Mami.”
“Ignacio,” you growled back, “Just say the shit so we can fuck already.”
“Fine! I’ll ignore every thot ass hoe who steps foot in the clubhouse. Does that work for your pretty ass,” he asked, giving your left cheek a light smack.
“I mean, I guess.”
Angel cocked his head back, “You guess? Mi dulce, you know I don’t want that girl. She was being thirsty. That’s what they do.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You look at women’s asses all the time. Why is it cool when you’re all like, ‘Babe, look at her ass! Sis, packing a wagon,” he mocked.
“That’s different. You gotta have permission, love.”
“You know you’re crazy as fuck. Right?”
“Yep! Enough of this. Do you want to make it up to me? Take me upstairs, put me on my back, and eat me until I can’t see straight.”
With an evil smirk, Angel had you in the bedroom, on your back instantly. The head he’d given caused your vision to blur. Without any time to come down, Angel flipped you onto your knees. He buried himself deep, pulling at your curls. Angel bent you into the perfect arch. He was in no mood to be nice. Flashes of you in that dress being ogled ran through his head. He pinned you to the mattress as his hips snapped against you. The both of you, shouting every time his tip tapped that spot.
He used both hands to smack against your supple flesh. Angel's fingers dug into your hips as he gave you one punishing stroke after another. His long digits made their way back into your mane. He tugged on it pulling you up and against his chest.
“You weren’t mad. Right, mi dulce? You just wanted to get me all worked up, yeah,” he rasped sexily. His hips circled, pushing deeper, “You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,” he groaned. His free hand crept down your belly. It slipped down, down, down until it reached your bundle of nerves.
Angel pulled out slowly until it was just the tip. His lips trailed kisses over the shell of your ear, leaving a playful nibble on the lobe.
“That’s it—ain’t it, Mami? You were in the mood to be my little slut, hm?”
Angel didn’t bother waiting for a reply. His hips surged forward, slamming his length to the hilt. The moment his tip tapped against those delicate nerves, he pinched your clit. He chuckled at the piercing scream you released. Your body trembled as his fingers circled the sensitive bud. The circles stopped once you came back down. Angel laughed again as your body went limp. He held you up, brushing hair out of your face, his kisses dusting your forehead.
“You’re alright, mi dulce. You did so good for me, mami.”
Your eyes blinked as you smiled lazily. Drunk off good sex, you slurred, “Thank you, baby,” head leaning back against his chest.
Angel's voice rasped, “Oh you think we're done? Mm-mm, mi vida. We’re just getting started. You whined feeling him pulse inside you. “Don’t whine now. Worked up was what you wanted. Now you gon’ take it. Be a good girl for me and get daddy off, yeah?” Angel's voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, and then you’re going to clean up your mess. Put that pretty mouth to use.”
Angel’s words must have replenished your energy. Your lip tucked between your teeth, as your channel spasmed around him.
“Seems like you're ready for it after all,” he replied, giving you light strokes.
Being petty came with the loveliest of benefits. Here’s to hoping this man fucks up again.
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The sound of knocking woke you as you rubbed your eyes for a moment before throwing the covers off yourself and standing.
You headed to the front door, once you opened it you were met with Angel staring at your doormat.
“Angel?” You questioned rubbing your eyes once again. When he looked up at you, you noticed some dry blood on his face along with some cuts.
A small gasp left your lips as you grabbed him arm pulling him inside. You wasted no time dragging him to your bathroom before pushing him down on the toilet seat and grabbing your first aid kit.
He just watched you intently before you took your place in between his legs. You put your hand under his chin lifting his face up. “This might hurt a little.” You murmured before placing the cloth on one of his cuts.
He let out a small hiss, his hand gripping your hip. “Sorry.” He muttered quickly moving his hand.
“It’s alright, if you need to squeeze my hip go ahead.”
He just nodded before sliding his hand back on your hip as you ran the cloth over a cut on his bottom lip.
He couldn’t take his eyes away from your face, they slowly looked from your eyes down to your lips. The way you were so concentrated on cleaning him up made his heart rate pick up. “I’m sorry.” He randomly muttered “For waking you, and always making you take care of me—“
“Stop.” You spoke cutting him off. “You don’t make me do anything. I do it because I care about you, Angel.”
“But—“
“No.” You mumbled cupping his face “Stop thinking you’re a burden. You could never be a burden to me.”
They sat in silence for a moment just admiring eachother before his gaze fell to her lips once more. He thought about her words, nobody had ever said that to him before, hell nobody made him feel that way. His whole life he always felt like a problem. Like his presence was always bothering people. “Can I kiss you?” He questioned snapping out of his thoughts
A smile formed on her lips before she leaned down smashing their lips together. “You never have to ask.” She whispered once they pulled away.
A/N: Good morning everyone! I know I haven’t posted in a while, and you all know why. Thank you all again for being very understanding, it was a rough couple of weeks, and I’m trying to push through the best I can. This story was supposed to be a one shot for a prompt request I received some time ago, but I’m glad I’m able to finally fulfill it. I wrote out most of it already so it should be posted every 2-3 days. I’m also finishing up Roommates this week, at least trying to!
Hope you all have been having a good week thus far! Hopefully it is also warming up! Exams have been killing me, but my last one is later today, so yay!
The new Mayans trailer looked amazing! Definitely getting the creative juices flowing, even for EZ.
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Special shoutout: To @blackmissfrizzle, you fucking crazy, violent person, my second brain. Because of you, I got a Tiktok guy on here. But thank you for listening to my crazy ideas about this story, a story that was supposed to be a one-shot turned into a series cause of all of those videos, love you though. And to @angelreyesgirl you’re the one who helped me figure out as to why certain things happen in the story, thank you, I just, I love you, you already know this, no more sappiness from me today, maybe. Also, happy birthday!
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Masterlist
Word count: 8657
Warnings: Mentions of stalker behavior, angst, smut
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
You sighed, the knocks on the door following the call you just received from Coco made you want to pull your hair out. This has been ongoing since you two broke up two years ago. It was routine at this point and you were slightly getting tired of it. He chose to let you go and here you were opening your door so Angel could spend the night after a drunken stupor.
“Sorry again hermana, you know I try to bring his big ass home, but you know how stubborn he is.” Coco assisted Angel inside your apartment with Gilly helping him out.
They assisted Angel down to your couch, he was barely conscious. He had this obnoxious smile on his face as he settled on your couch.
“Where’s my girl?” Angel called out as he grabbed a pillow, resting his head.
Gilly looked up at you and you shook your head. “She’s asleep bro, just go sleep.”
“Okay, I’ll go to her.” Angel attempted to stand up, but Gilly held him down.
“Hey, remember, you don’t like bothering her when she’s asleep.” Gilly reminded Angel.
“You’re right, I just want to tell her I love her.” Angel laid back down, his eyes closing.
Before long, Angel’s soft snores indicated to you all he was asleep. Coco looked at you as you looked at Angel, confused as always as to why he had to come to you whenever he was drunk. They’ve tried asking him, both Coco and Gilly, and whenever you saw him in the morning, you just gave him coffee and chose not to talk to him. He tried to make small talk with you, but you didn’t entertain it.
Angel chose to break up with you two years ago, your year and a half relationship down the drain. You didn’t fight him when he ended your relationship. You accepted it and attempted to move on.
Problem was, Angel didn’t let you go. His presence was still felt even though you didn’t see him. Then three months after your breakup, the drunken visits came. At times, he would talk to you when he would come drunk, but you chose to ignore it and just took care of him.
You wanted to turn him away, but you love Angel. It was hard not to do so. Whenever you would think you had the courage to turn him away, you would let him back in your bed just so you could hold him. It was unfair to you, you wanted to move on, yet, when you had the chance to hold him, you never passed it up. You were addicted and you would break the habit eventually, but Angel was just, well, he was Angel.
“Y/N, we can take him home if you want.” Coco hated doing this to you. He was there from the beginning and he didn’t want to keep dragging you back in Angel’s life. He knew how hard you were trying to move on, but it seemed like Angel held on.
“No, it’s okay Coco, just let him sleep.” You pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose, sighing as you draped a throw blanket over Angel.
“We can stay if you want.” Gilly offered. Much like Coco, he felt for you. You were a sweet girl, always nice to the boys and never made a fuss when Angel chose to break dates to hang out with them. For him, you were the ideal girl, you were reasonable, beautiful, and a hell of a cook. When Angel broke up with you, they planned to keep in touch, bug you every once in a while for dinner. But then they realized, Angel had no plans of letting you go either.
You chuckled and shook your head. “It’s fine, I’m sure you guys want a break from this guy.”
“We do, we really do.” Gilly agreed. “But we want to be here for you too, why did we bring him here man?”
“You gonna try to argue with Angel? He’s fucking unreasonable when he’s sober, it’s another thing when Don Quixote over here is drunk.” Coco shook his head. “If you need anything, just call me.”
“Call us.”
You nodded your head. You gave the two Mayans a hug before closing the door behind them. When you turned back, you gasped when you found Angel standing.
“Let’s go sleep?” His eyes were opening and closing and he was slightly swaying. You took one of his arms and led him to your room.
This was how it always ended. Regardless if you put Angel in your guest bedroom or the couch, he always ended in your bed.
You assisted him on your bed, going back to close your door. Angel took off his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers. “I love you.”
Your heart clenched hearing him say that. He always told you he loves you. Without a fail, he always did, when he was visiting you intoxicated. Yet, you never felt it, especially with the way things ended. And he never said it when you were together. You did, and that’s when things went downhill for you two. Holding on to the doorknob, you tried to stop the tears from coming. Angel was watching you, waiting for you to come join him on your bed. He just wanted to hold you.
“You coming?”
You nodded your head and went to your side of the bed as Angel scooted up to his. Moving the blanket, you two settled under the blanket and Angel pulled you flush against him. He caressed your face, before leaving a kiss on your forehead.
Looking up at him, he was looking down at you, he was caressing your face again.
“What a pretty sight.” He sighed.
Your head rested on his chest and you eventually heard his breathing even out. You’re not sure how much more you could take of this.
You had to move on.
It was time.
The next morning, you hoped it’s one of the days that Angel left while you were asleep. And he did, which you were thankful for. It was always awkward when Angel was still here when you woke up. Rolling over to the side, you sat up, slipping your glasses back on. Yawning, you checked your phone and had a few messages from Coco and Gilly, one from EZ.
Choosing to reply later, you placed your phone back on your dresser and stood up. Stretching as you let out a yawn, you walked out of your room and froze when you heard movement in your kitchen. Rushing back in your room to get the bat you had for protection, you made your way back towards the kitchen, peaking in and found Angel. You contemplated pretending to go back to sleep, but Angel’s voice stopped you.
“Don’t even think about pretending to go back to sleep, I made you breakfast and you have work in an hour and a half.” Angel called out.
You sighed. Placing your bat at its spot in your room, you go to the kitchen and found Angel making a plate. He handed you the plate and you murmured a thank you. Sitting at the dining table, you made sure to sit on the other side since the two chairs beside you were full of presents you have yet to wrap for Christmas. You still had time, but your dining table was basically full.
Angel smirked when he saw where you were situated. You acted as if he wasn’t with you for four years. He placed his plate down at the other end of the table. Moving your stuff to your coffee table, you opened your mouth to protest, but Angel already placed the presents down.
“You don’t have to move them, there’s plenty of room.” You protested.
“Away from you, yes. But I want to sit next to you.” Angel moved his plate and sat beside you. He shot you a smile before picking up his fork. “Come on, eat up.”
“Angel, this really isn’t necessary. I can just grab something on my way to work.” You didn’t like spending time with Angel, especially in this way since it still struck a chord with you. The familiarity of it was a painful memory of what was let go two years ago.
“It would be rude for you to not eat after I made your favorite.” Angel knew you couldn’t resist a good omelette filled with spinach, bacon, sausage and cheese. “Please, let me do this for you, you did me a solid, again.”
Picking up your fork, you began eating. Letting the silence enveloped between you two. This was better. You didn’t want to talk to Angel. You didn’t want any thank you’s or apologies, you just wanted him to go so you could pretend that the other didn’t exist again.
Angel watched as you ate, keeping your eyes on your food. He hated how he did this to you, how you couldn’t even look at him. Every time he became highly intoxicated, Angel refused to go anywhere but your place, since it’s when he needed you most. Angel hardly drank himself to a stupor, but when he did, he was mostly troubled and was trying to forget the issues that were weighing heavily on him. Even though it’s been two years, you were one of those issues. He saw you around town often and it hurt him whenever he did. You were so close yet so far away. He knew that Coco and Gilly hang out with you every once in a while. Every day, it was a struggle for him to not see you, talk to you, hold you and be with you.
So he came up with this ridiculous plan after you accepted him into your home one night after he got drunk.
Whenever missing you became too unbearable, he got wasted and refused to go anywhere but your place. He was always aware enough to know he would be brought to you. And once he was with you, you would take care of him. He felt somewhat bad, but he didn’t know how else to approach you.
“Are you busy tonight?” Angel broke the silence between you two.
“What?” You had to make sure you heard him correctly. Looking over at Angel, he was waiting for you to reply. “I have a dinner thing.” A lie, and you were almost sure Angel could see right through it, but you didn’t want to think that. You could pull this off.
“A dinner thing?” Angel raised an eyebrow, amused by your choice of words. “Sounds like a fake thing.”
“Doesn’t matter to me if you believe me or not, I have plans.” You had finished your food. Picking up your plate, you placed it in the sink and turned to face Angel who was still sitting down. “Don’t worry about the dishes, I can do them. Also, I’m not really sure why you always decide to keep coming to my place when you get drunk, but I would really appreciate it if you didn’t come here anymore.” Your best friend, Marie had advised you to create boundaries, to tell Angel that you no longer want him coming over whenever he was intoxicated.
That it was time for you both to stay away from one another like you intended to do so when he broke up with you.
“Querida.” Angel stood up, but you shook your head, holding your hand up.
“You wanted to break up, we’re done Angel. As much as I want to be there for you, I can’t keep doing this and hurting myself. You chose to let me go, so go.” You left the kitchen and entered your room, locking the door.
Angel watched as you walked away, telling himself to run after you, but he couldn’t. He’ll let you walk away for now, but after you put such a decisive end to this whole thing, he couldn’t just let go. It may be selfish, but living without you for the past two years further opened his eyes.
He wanted to be with you and just you.
It’s always been you.
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A month without any incident with Angel. You're glad he has finally decided to leave you alone. Coco had texted you a few times expressing that he was proud of you about putting your foot down with Angel. EZ has been frequenting the library more as of late, and he’s either had Marie with him, his girlfriend, or he came by himself.
A new year and new decade ushered in a new era for you.
You caught EZ coming in, a smile appearing on your face.
“We got that book you’ve been waiting for, I saved you the copy since it was the only copy we got.” You grabbed the book and handed it over to him.
“Thanks Y/N.” He looked around. “Um, did Coco come? Or any other Mayan?”
“No,” you gave him a confused look. “You’re the only Mayan that comes during business hours. The others usually come when the library is closed waiting for me to make sure I made it home safely when I was still dating Angel.”
EZ opened his mouth to apologize but you held your hand up.
“Ezekiel, I’m not fragile, it’s fine to mention your brother.” You laughed lightheartedly to lighten the mood. You knew EZ tried his best not to mention his older brother. “So you and Marie are getting serious?”
“Something like that,” the sheepish smile on Ezekiel’s face made you want to pinch his cheeks. “Just put a good word for me.”
“A good word? My best friend hates hanging out at the library with me, yet, she comes here to what? Watch you read?” You loved teasing Ezekiel. You were glad when he got out of prison, the way everything turned out for him, it was awful but you were grateful he was getting another chance at life. “You should at least take her out on a date.”
“Look, don’t judge me, I just got out of prison.”
“It’s been two years.”
“Alright, fine, Marie is just intimidating. One day she seems impressed with me, the next she’s not into it.”
“I think you’re reading too much into the situation. You two have been talking for four months now and you still haven’t asked her out. Marie is simple, start with the movies.” You suggested.
“That’s fucking lame though.”
“Okay Netflix.”
“How about the fair? You and Angel can be like our chaperone.” EZ was trying to help Angel, soften you up some, but you were pretty good at blocking EZ’s charm.
You looked at EZ for a moment, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Nice try.”
EZ smiled and took the book to his usual corner at the library. You knew your best friend would be bursting through the door in the next thirty minutes. Marie and EZ have been playing the flirting game for the last year and have been officially talking for the last four months. It was cute and you were happy that Marie found EZ and vice versa.
You got on the computer, trying to organize the library website like you promised your boss that you would do. The door opened and you expected the usual coffee Marie brought you.
“I feel like I should start requesting for a pastry since you two use my library as your hangout spot.” You teased. “I’m glad you’re here, coffee will help me through the rest of my shift.”
“I didn’t bring coffee querida, but I can run and get you some.”
You froze. That wasn’t Marie’s voice. Looking up, you found Angel with his staple kutte on his back along with a navy blue button up. His body has changed over the last two years, his muscles were more prominent. You weren’t blind, you could appreciate Angel taking care of his body.
“Can I help you?” The professional tone killed Angel, but he was determined to break through that.
“Came to check out a book, maybe you can help me?” Angel leaned against the countertop of the kiosk desk. His scent hit you and it made you want to smack him. How dare this man? You wanted to move on, and you’ve been doing so well.
“I didn’t know you could read.”
“You know that’s a lie, I used to read to you while I fucked you.”
“Angel.” You hissed out his name, not wanting to yell.
Angel chuckled at your reaction. “Is it not true?”
“Listen, loitering is not allowed here.”
“That’s literally what everyone does around here.” Angel looked over at EZ and he shot his baby brother a smirk. “Well, I was looking for Stanford, I’ll be seeing you.”
You chose not to reply, saying ‘yeah right’ in your head. Marie walked in coffee and a box of Krispy Kreme in hand. The sigh of relief you let out was definitely noticed by her and her eyes immediately roamed the library to see if your creepy admirer was around, but instead she found EZ and Angel.
“Never pegged Angel as a library type of guy.” She placed your drink on the countertop.
“He actually loves poetry, he really likes the European writers, British novels mostly Pride and Prejudice, Frankenstein, Jane Eyre, Shakespeare.” You mouthed off Angel’s interest which never surprised Marie. When you love someone, you made it a mission to know that person, so you would know their ins and outs. You become invested in any relationship you forge since you rarely make friends as it was. It wasn’t about quantity, it was all about quality for you. A hard lesson you learned over the years. “He’s a big fan of Scarlet Letter and Invisible Man. But he really likes poetry from all generations, when we were still together, I got him a few poetry books from a few authors he liked.” You paused, realizing the tangent you went on. It wasn’t uncommon whenever you spoke about Angel.
Marie enjoyed it because she got to learn about her old obnoxious neighbor that never deserved her best friend. You met Angel through Marie and in some ways, she regretted letting it happen, but when she saw how happy you were, how could she be so opposed? Even with knowing Angel’s history, she had faith. But then Angel decided that the single life was more of a life for him, something you never knew about. You never wanted to know about it and she didn’t push you.
“It’s okay, I love your tangents, even if they’re about that asshat.” Marie rolled her eyes. “So, have you given any thought of going on a date with Tyler?”
“You mean your co-worker you always refer to as a man slut?”
“Bitch, we’re trying to get the pussy wet, not a serious relationship.”
“That’s a no.”
You and Marie jumped, not expecting to hear Angel’s voice.
“Where did you even come from?”
“You setting her up?” Angel ignored Marie’s question. He was going to bug you for the name of that author you always raved about when you two were together, but he became intrigued when he caught the tail end of your tangent about his interests. It was endearing for him to hear that you still knew so much about him, but his mood soured when he heard Marie trying to set you up. “Tyler, the douche that always gets drunk out of his mind at the clubhouse?”
“Again, just trying to get her dry spell to end.”
“I volunteer.” Angel smirked.
“Not interested.” You replied as you turned to face Angel. “We talked about this, please, just respect my wishes. I don’t even know why you’re here.”
“Hate to break it to you querida, the library is public property, unless I’m disrupting the peace, I have every right to be here as much as you do.” Angel placed his chin on his hand, smiling sweetly at you.
You grabbed the coffee and the box of donuts. “I’m going to take my break.”
Your co-worker, Sienna took over the kiosk desk, Marie making her way over to Marie. She knew you needed some alone time. As she passed Angel, she patted his back.
“Give her space, don’t push it.”
Angel wasted enough time. He knew you. It’s not that you didn’t want to be around him, you were just protecting your heart. He gave you five minutes before he followed after you, finding the trunk of your Toyota RAV4 opened. Walking over to you, he opened his mouth to speak, you beat him to it.
“Eugene, please, I’m on my break, I would appreciate it if you didn’t follow me.” Your day was starting to become shit since seeing Angel helped you realize that you weren’t over him. It’s been two years but due to his drunken escapades, it was hard for you to move on.
“Who the fuck is Eugene?”
“No one.” You didn’t want to tell Angel about Eugene. It’s not like he would care, but you haven’t exactly told Angel about how your kindness to Eugene went from endearing to him becoming obsessive. “Can I help you?”
“I was going to take a smoke break then I saw your trunk open.” Angel shrugged, taking note of the name Eugene so he could ask Marie later. “Can I join you?”
“No, I’m done.” You closed the box of donut, picking up your drink as you stood up.
“Come on, throw me a bone here. Can you give me a chance to explain?”
“Explain what exactly? Why you broke up with me? Why you kept me in your back pocket by being your go to house when you're drunk?”
“You gonna let me explain or are you gonna continue interrupting me?”
“I don’t care what you do, just please stay away from me. You’ve made your stance very clear two years ago. I don’t care why you came to me while you’re drunk, but it doesn’t matter. Don’t come to my job, don’t come to my apartment, just please stay away from me.”
“You don’t mean that.” Angel frowned. He didn’t expect things to go like this. Maybe he was an asshole or an idiot, but he expected you to welcome him with open arms.
“I do, I want to move on, build new relationships and be happy. I didn’t break your heart, I didn’t hurt you, if you don’t love me that’s fine. If you feel bad for what happened, you’re good, you’re forgiven.” You pressed the button that automatically closed your car. “I’m suffocating right? I’m too nice right? Then leave me alone.”
“You really just gonna walk away?”
You were about to answer Angel when you heard a familiar voice call out your name. Looking to where you heard the voice, you saw Jay, your ex-boyfriend. Angel cussed under his breath when he saw him. Jay was a sore subject for Angel. You two rarely spoke about Jay and it was mostly due to the fact that Angel never brought him up. When you did bring up Jay, it was a rare occurrence. It’s not that Angel didn’t care about your ex-boyfriend, in fact, he cared too much. Too many times he’s heard people spoke about how epic you and Jay were together. The perfect couple that would have stayed together if you decided to go with Jay to Germany.
“Jay?” You hopped out of your trunk and was in disbelief. Jay, from what you knew, was still in Berlin, and wouldn’t be back for another three years. You kept in touch with him since you had a quite amicable break-up.
You two had dated for eight years before you two eventually parted ways. High school sweethearts, intended to last forever, but forever wasn’t a thing. You two broke up amicably and remained friends. It was hard not to be friends with a person you spent eight years of your life with.
It was your ex-boyfriend.
He couldn’t forget his name, he knew everything about the fucking guy. The first love, the one you would always love, that was the cliche, right? He remembered that he briefly met Jay before he left for Berlin once again. He was bringing you home after a catch up dinner with other friends and he saw just how your smile shone brightly around him. Jay was looking down at you, returning your smile as you animatedly spoke to him about something. You turned to face Angel and what he missed was how your smile changed, it was that smile specifically for your Angel. You had made your way towards him, wrapping your arms around him. Jay first met Angel then and much to your surprise, Jay took a liking to Angel, especially since he was a big fan of his Harley. Angel didn’t show much interest towards Jay, but you knew it bugged your then boyfriend how close you were to Jay.
Angel was not friends with any of his exes, but he also wasn’t with them for a long amount of time. If anything, you were his longest relationship. And seeing you react the way you did with Jay, he regretted it further that he let you go.
“Eugene is still coming here? You told me you handled that.” Jay was annoyed, you told him that you handled your too friendly library consumer. Jay stood at 6’4, 210 pounds, the Marines shaped him well.
You looked at Angel and Jay did as well.
“If you’re going to bother her when you’re drunk, you should at least get rid of her stalker.” Jay didn’t have a problem with Angel, but he knew Angel had a problem with him. He could see it when they first met. He couldn’t blame him, he rarely knew of exes that were friends, but Jay couldn’t exactly let you go.
You two grew up together, you knew him best.
“Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” You saw how quickly Angel’s face turned sour and you knew you could have a fight in your hands.
“Aright, let’s not do anything crazy.” You got in between them, with you facing Angel. “We’re done.”
You locked your car before making your way inside the library once again, dragging Jay with you, and leaving Angel to his own devices. The broken look on your face, he wanted to take that away, especially since he caused it. He loves you, he really did, he was just an idiot.
The fact that Jay was seemingly back in town, Angel had to make a move.
And you should know better, Angel was anything but a quitter.
=================
Angel walked in the library and found you talking to one of your co-workers. He saw her nudge you and your eyes met. Quickly you looked away, shushing your co-worker. Angel took his usual spot opening the book he had borrowed earlier in the week. You weren’t surprised Angel burned through books, people counted him out due to his affiliates, but you knew better than to judge a book by its cover.
Jay hasn’t been back since he saw him two weeks prior. Angel frequented the library and never saw a sign of him.
“You look beautiful Y/N.” Eugene, a regular at the library, complimented you. What started off as you being kind, feeling bad for a man who appeared to be a loner, was starting to make you feel uneasy. For the last three years, he progressively became bolder and you could tell that he was getting to the point where aggressive behavior was going to come out. Regardless of how nice you were, you always made sure he knew that you two were friends.
“Thank you Eugene.” You faked this small smile on your lips, but you didn’t want to provoke him. Sienna stayed beside you, she was more straightforward and had no problem telling Eugene to fuck off.
“Have you thought of my invitation for dinner tonight? My mother would love to meet you? I speak about you often with her.” The uneasiness at the pit of your stomach was unexplainable and Angel noticed the change on your face.
Sienna looked at you, her eyes slightly widening. She’s had enough of Eugene. It was small talk at first, but as of late, the man was beginning to be more bold. Starting with grabbing a drink or coffee, it evolved to having dinner at his place. You never entertained the idea and always let him down, but he wasn’t understanding.
“I’m sorry Eugene, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” You saw how his face slightly scrunched up, his voice slightly raising. A few of the library patrons looked over before going back to their book. “Stop being such a tease and just go to my place.”
Both you and Sienna were appalled by his suggestion. You never teased him.
“Excuse me? I’ve never done such a thing.”
“Oh please, with the skirts and dresses you wear, how do you expect anyone to not be teased by your clothing. Mother is right, you’re a slut, but no mind, I can repent you.”
Angel heard enough. You saw him from the corner of your eye.
“Call security, I’ll handle Angel.” You walked out of the kiosk and intercepted Angel.
“Let go of me, he’s not going to get away speaking to you like that.” The restrained tone in Angel’s voice made you nervous for Eugene.
“Please, Angel.” The way you whispered his name with a plea, it made Angel sigh deeply, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looked up at the ceiling.
“Make sure he’s gone when we get back.” He instructed Sienna. You led him to the restricted area of the library which was situated at the back. Older books or original versions of books were kept here, with only employees having access and at times guests who were accompanied by employees.
When you two were all the way at the back of the restricted area, you leaned against one of the bookshelves as Angel paced back and forth in front of you.
“How long has he been harassing you?” Angel questioned, continuing his pace.
“Angel.”
“How. Long.” He let out through gritted teeth. There was no argument. He let you take him away, you owed him this.
You didn’t want to tell Angel, it didn’t matter anyway. All you knew was that you had to take care of this, he was making your anxiety spike up. “Three years.”
“Three years?!” Angel’s voice echoed throughout the library.
“Angel.” You hissed, keeping your voice low.
“Are you fucking kidding me? And you never told me?” Angel didn’t heed your warning. He was livid. How could you not tell him, especially while you two were together?
“Eugene is harmless.” He shot you a look and you sighed. “He was harmless.” You amended your statement. “Angel, please, it’s okay.”
“No the fuck is not, the way he spoke to you?” Angel felt his temper rise again. Fuck security, he would beat the idea in to Eugene that he was to never breathe the same air as you again. “Wait, Jay knew? And you didn’t tell me?”
You cussed under your breath. You accidentally told Jay about Eugene. He was FaceTiming you when Eugene came in after hours. You were able to shoo him away since Jay was on the phone. You never even thought of telling Angel, you didn’t want Angel to make a big deal out of it and you honestly thought you were reading too much into it.
“I,” you sighed. “It wasn’t on purpose. Jay was FaceTiming me when Eugene walked in after hours.”
“Did you have him pretend to be your boyfriend?” Angel knew he was being unreasonable, but it irked him that your ex-boyfriend knew about your stalker and he didn’t. He was the one who was in Santo Padre. He was the one who could deal with it.
“No, Angel, it was years ago.”
“My fucking point exactly, it’s been years and you never told me. I was your boyfriend then, not him. How could you not tell me?”
“I don’t know, it was harmless, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing.”
“Out of nothing?” Angel exclaimed, shaking his head at your ridiculousness. “We’re gonna fucking talk after this, this should have never been an issue.”
Before he could leave, you blocked his way.
“Move.”
You shook your head.
“Don’t act like I can’t just lift you out of the way.”
You weren’t exactly the lightest, and hardly looked like any of Angel’s previous girlfriends. You had meat on your bones and some people may poke fun at your weight, but Angel always made you feel like a queen. He loved your curves, kissed and worshipped every part of your body. Well until he broke up with you.
“Angel, please, just stay with me.” You wrapped your arms around him and he wrapped his arms around you.
“No, he’ll never learn his lesson unless,”
You cut Angel off by bringing his lips down to yours. Whenever Angel became irritated or upset, small touches or kisses from you would always calm his anger. You took a chance knowing Angel doesn’t exactly want you anymore, so you’re not sure what this would do for the situation, but you had to try. Angel immediately responded to your kiss, his hands cupping your face. One of his hands slid down to your neck, slightly moving you so you were against the bookshelves. His hand moved down, brushing against your breast causing you to moan. Angel’s tongue slipped in, deepening your kiss. He pressed you against the shelf, pulling away and pressing his forehead against yours. The anger that had overtook his body was gone, and was now replaced for a burning desire for you.
“You still taste so good.” Angel kissed you again, your back arching so your front was pressed against his front. One of his hands was sliding under your skirt, causing you to pull away.
“No Angel.” You shook your head, moving away from him to fix yourself.
Angel groaned, his dick was hard and he was at a library with no means of relieving it. He thought of anything that could help his erection to go away, his third grade teacher who was horrific to him did the trick. Turning to face you, he found you looking around before you took his hand and led him further down the restricted area of the Santo Padre library. It was an old library, built by the Spaniards when they were doing their missions along California. Bringing him to the last row where you knew there was an entrance to the inventory the library had for the restricted section. You knew no one ever went in there till closing. You didn’t want Angel to do anything to you, but you could definitely help alleviate some of his anger.
“Querida, where the fuck are we?” Angel looked around and the shelves were against the walls, a few shelves were in the middle of the room, otherwise, there were books everywhere. You led him to a desk that Sienna used to organize the unlabeled books. You pushed Angel down onto the office chair. He watched as you sunk to your knees, your eyes focused on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. “Hey, you don’t have to do this.”
“I know, but I want to.” You lifted your eyes to meet his and the softness in his eyes was such a stark contrast from earlier where they were dark, anger obviously apparent. Now, it was adoration and lust that clouded his iris. You tugged on his jeans, which Angel assisted you with, lifting himself up so you could pull down his jeans and boxers. Smirking, you wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock, using some of his pre-cum to help your hand glide down with ease. Angel groaned, leaning his head back. It was his weakness, watching your beautiful lips around his cock, trying to take in as much of his cock, he was a goner whenever you did that. The way your eyes would water, your cheeks hallowed, your mouth full of him, the image alone could make him cum. But he always held back, letting himself enjoy you.
“Fuck, look at you mi sol,” he watched as you spat down on his cock, holding his thick member with one hand. Placing a kiss on the tip of his cock, you looked up at Angel as you opened your mouth to take him in. Just as he taught you, you took Angel until you could not take any of him anymore, moving your head back up, his cock sheath with your saliva. You took him in your mouth once more, Angel gathering your hair in one hand. He loved your eyes on him. Those hooded eyes under those thick black rimmed glasses of yours. You move your mouth up and down his cock, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around him whenever his tip reaches your gag reflex. You let go of him with a pop, your hand replacing your mouth. “That’s right baby, take your dick and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” Angel tried not to lose himself with you, but any part of you that was connected always felt so good for him. He didn’t know what it was but everything he did with you was a hundred times more intense when compared to others.
Placing two hands on his cock, you had your mouth on the tip of his cock, running your tongue over and over again over Angel’s sensitive cock. He moaned out your name, gripping your hair tighter. You were licking his cock like it was a tootsie roll lollipop and you were trying to get to the center. You moved so that your tongue was moving up and down his shaft, getting to the top and engulfing his tip with your mouth. Angel groaned, throwing his head back, licking his lips as you continued to bob your head up and down. His hand assisted you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, swallowing around it.
“Holy fuck princesa, keep going I’m about to cum.” Angel moaned. “You want me to cum in your mouth baby? You gonna swallow daddy’s cum?”
You chose not to answer and continued your ministrations. Just as you felt Angel’s cock pulsing in your mouth, you pulled away, placing a kiss on his cock. Angel slammed his hand on the desk, grabbing your hair.
“You really want to play with daddy?” His face was so close to you, your hand still around his cock. You tightened your hold, moving your hand up and down causing Angel to close his eyes. He moaned out your name, further dampening your panties. “Put your mouth back on my cock so I can fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”
You followed Angel’s instructions, taking him back in your mouth. Angel began to thrust up in your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as he moved in and out of your mouth. Your hands rested on Angel’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. He chanted your name before he came in your mouth, holding your head against him. You swallowed some of his cum, keeping some of it in your mouth. He let go of your hair, saying how much of a good girl you were for swallowing daddy’s cum. His cock was still semi-erect and you smirked, dropping some of his cum on his cock, making Angel groan as he felt himself hardened again at the sight of you using his cum as lubrication, moving your hand up and down once again.
“God, my dirty little librarian.” Angel always fantasized doing numerous things with you in the library. You weren’t opposed to it, but Angel hardly came to pick you up from your work. And now, Angel regretted that.
You placed a sweet little kiss at the tip of his cock before you stood up.
“Stay here, I’ll get you some paper towels.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him.
“Let me make you feel good.” Angel smirked when he saw your breast just calling to him. You balanced yourself on the arm rest of the arm chair. Your dress was sinful since it was this black cami dress that you usually wore a cardigan with. He knew without that cardigan, all those fuckers that pretend to go to the library for books would be staring straight at your ample breast. And even though you were wearing leggings under, the imagination was running wild. “Where the fuck is your cardigan?” He hated how your breasts were just out in the open, even though your dress did cover your cleavage well, Angel had fucked you too many times in this dress, pulling the top down, watching as your breast bounced up and down as he fucked you.
“No, it’s okay, I just wanted to make you feel good.” In reality, you were ashamed you let this happen. For two years, you did nothing with Angel besides cuddling and now you not only kissed him but you gave him a blowjob. The only reason you did it was because seeing how protective he became over you, it made your heart melt. “I left it on my chair.” You bit back a moan as Angel grabbed your breast.
“What did daddy say about this dress?” He pushed one of your straps down, licking his lips as his eyes focused on your beautiful skin, calling him to mark it.
“Angel,” you whimpered as he pulled a part of your dress down, your naked breast immediately greeting him.
“Where the fuck is your bra?”
“It has a built in one.”
Angel wrapped his hand around your throat, making you look at him. He growled, squeezing your breast, taking your nipples in between his fingers.
“I’m gonna ask you one more fucking time, what did daddy say about this dress.”
“Not to wear it unless you’re with me.” You gave in and you couldn’t even be angry. Angel was doing a number on you. But you had to snap out of it, pleasuring him was one thing, but you didn’t want to go back there with Angel. “But we’re no longer together.” You moved away, fixing yourself. You were so wet, but you couldn’t give in to Angel.
“I can change that.”
“I’ll meet you at the kiosk desk.”
When Angel eventually joined you at the kiosk desk, you were surprised when he sat right beside you. Sienna threw you a smirk before finishing a few things around the library since you were set to close in forty-five minutes. Eugene was escorted off of the property, but you knew he would be back. You should really be more stern with Eugene, but at the same time you knew he found solace in the library since it was his time away from his mother.
You were organizing a few things at your desk, trying your best to avoid Angel and making yourself look busy. His eyes were on you, you could feel them.
“We’re closing soon, you should go.” Boundaries, you shouted that in your head. Boundaries. You had to set up boundaries or you would be in this endless loop with Angel. There was no future between you two, there was no point of prolonging the inevitable.
“I’ll wait just in case he’s waiting for you outside.” Angel’s voice was strained. You knew he was upset about your comment earlier.
“He won’t be, this isn’t some crime drama.” You tried to lighten the mood, but that seemed to upset Angel further. “I’ll be safe, I promise.”
He leaned in, so only you could hear his words. “Stop it, I’m not leaving you, I’m going to make sure you’re fucking safe. You chose to hide this from me for years and now that I’m in the know, you’re not going to be a fucking statistic.” He took the cardigan that was resting on your chair, and placed it over you. “Wear your fucking cardigan. You think just because we’re not together you’re no longer mine?” Angel chuckled. “You’ll always be mine, you can fight it all you want, but you shouldn’t fight the inevitable.”
“I’m not yours, there’s no fighting anything. We’re not together and it’ll remain that way.” You moved away from him, focusing your eyes on the computer in front of you once more.
The library was finally closed and as Angel promised, he remained by your side. You stood up gathering your things and you saw Sienna making her way towards the door.
“Hey! Are we still meeting at that new Thai place?”
Sienna was about to confirm your plans when Angel shook his head behind you. She refrained from smiling and shook her head.
“Sorry babe, my man just texted me. He’s having some technical difficulties at home. Rain check?”
“Sure.” You smiled and waved her goodbye. You could feel Angel behind you, his heat was just radiating. “Hey, so, I have to do inventory. You can sweep the parking lot to see if he’s there, but otherwise, we’re good. Thanks again for standing up for me.” You didn’t want to face Angel, you were nervous about what you would see. Resisting Angel was difficult and you just had so much willpower left. You never felt your dry spell, it never bothered you, until today. Now you really had to get laid.
You felt Angel box you in, his front against your back. You felt his hot breath against your skin. “Are the cameras on?”
“Huh?” Being in such close proximity to Angel, you wanted to close your eyes, bask in the feeling, but you have to set up boundaries.
“Are the cameras on?” Angel repeated his question.
“No, Sienna turns them off, only the outside cameras are on.”
“Good.” Angel placed his hand on your breast, grabbing it through your dress. Placing your hand on top of his, you incidentally intertwined your hands, with your hand on top of his as his other hand slid down your dress starting from your chest down to your abdomen and under your dress, pulling down your leggings. You felt him smile against your ear when he felt just how dampen your panties were. “You’re so wet, is this all for daddy?”
You whimpered when you felt Angel press against your clothed pearl. He squeezed your breast making you let out another whimper. “I didn’t hear an answer.”
“Yes daddy.” Your other hand grabbed Angel’s before he could move your underwear to the side. “Angel, let’s not do this.” Your mind screamed boundaries while your heart said fuck it.
“Why baby, you let someone else touch my pussy?” Angel swatted your hand, slipping his fingers under your panties. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, stretch out this pussy.”
Your phone began to ring and you immediately grabbed it. It was Jay, your ex-boyfriend. Angel saw the name and growled out your name.
“If you answer, I’m gonna make sure to make you come while he’s talking to you.” Jay was a sore spot for Angel. He was your high school sweetheart. The one that supposedly got away. Fuck that, Angel refused to acknowledge that. Jay was a part of your past, one he never wanted to address since he made him feel even more insecure about your relationship.
Angel ran a finger up and down your slit, slipping it past your entrance shallowly, moving his finger tip in and out. It was just enough for you to feel him, but not enough.
You let your phone ring, focused on the sensations or lack thereof that Angel was providing.
“You want my finger all the way, so you can feel my rings against that pussy?”
You nodded your head, loving the feel of Angel’s hand against yours. His hands were always so fucking big, it made yours feel small.
“Naw, I know you got a voice,” he kissed your ear, nipping at it. “Fucking use it.”
“Yes, please daddy.” You begged.
Angel chuckled lowly and slipped his finger further in, adding a second finger. “Tight as always, no one touched you baby?” His thumb landed on your throbbing pearl, tapping it.
“No daddy, just me.” You didn’t want to disclose with Angel that Marie’s words were true about your dry spell. You felt him add a third finger and you threw your head back, your head landing on Angel’s shoulder.
Angel wrapped a hand on your throat, chastely kissing your cheek. He kept his lips on your cheek, his breath against your skin further turning you on.
“Did you use that toy I got you?” He questioned. He was rubbing his clothes erection against your back, the friction was amazing, but you knew it would be so much better when it was his bare skin against yours.
“Yes daddy, I did.” You were clenching Angel’s fingers, his fingers tightening around your throat.
Just as Angel was about to unzip his jeans to slide on home, the door opened. You tried to move away from Angel, but all he did was fix your dress and kept you pressed against him. Jay looked at you, the swollen lips, the disheveled state and the smug look on Angel’s face gave it away.
“Was I interrupting?” Jay questioned, walking further inside the library.
“No.”
“Yes.”
You and Angel answered at the same time. He looked down at you, but you kept your eyes on Jay.
“You said you wouldn’t be back till next week.” You really wished Jay didn’t come, but at the same time you were glad he came. You were going to cave to Angel and that was the last thing you wanted to do.
“I decided to surprise you.” Jay leaned against the kiosk desk once he arrived, smirking. “You could have continued Reyes, I don’t mind watching.” The smugness on Jay’s face irritated Angel.
You sighed and pushed Angel out of the kiosk desk. “Go home Angel.”
“I’m not leaving you with this guy.” Angel stood his ground. Jay wasn’t your man, and he never would be again.
“She’s safe with me, go back to your little club, fix bikes, fuck bitches, and sell drugs.” Jay knew what the Mayans were, he’s had his fair share of run ins with them over the years. He was friends with Neron, a gym buddy of his you could say and he served time with Johnny in the Marines.
“Jay!” You hissed.
Angel just smirked and shook his head. Jay wasn’t worth it, not yet at least.
“I’ll see you later querida.” He brushed past Jay. It took every fiber in his body to not knock him out.
There was a time and place.
His main goal right now was to get you back. You two had plenty to talk about and Angel planned on discussing things with you. He wasn’t going to let Jay weasel his way back in, especially since he may never let you go again.
Angel understood he fucked up.
He made a hasty decision.
But, it was a new year.
It’s 2020.
A brand new decade.
Your past grievances could be left behind in 2019.
Valentine’s Day was around the corner and he was determined to spend it with you.
Angel was more determined to win you back. That kiss, he knew he wasn’t the only one who felt that undeniable spark between you two. And the sexual encounters you two just had, it left Angel wanting more, as he always had.
A/N: Hello everyone! It’s Bea! I’m kicking off our Fall prompts with a lovely cabin getaway with Angel. Hope you all like this first installment! You are all amazing! I also decided to combine a request I received months ago.
(I know, I suck, I’m really trying to get through the requests, I promise)
Anyways, enjoy this cabin getaway with Angel!
154 “there’s only one bed”
184 “can I touch you?”
186 “no strings attached”
Request by anon
Warnings: Smut, a smidge of angst and fluff
CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL GIF CREATOR!
You looked over at Angel who was driving your car up the mountain headed to Big Bear. Your best friend, Amaya, was Coco’s girlfriend and she insisted that for her birthday, the club should rent a cabin at Big Bear and spend it together. Especially with all the craziness the year has brought, they all needed a break from Santo Padre.
You and Angel were friends who had palpable sexual tension between you two.
You two flirt all the time and there was no mistaking that you two were attracted to one another. But you two chose to remain friends since there was no reason to ruin such a good thing. If you two never crossed the line, you never had to worry about ruining your friendship.
Though watching the other be entertained by another person was no fun whatsoever.
You knew it was only a matter of time before the tension would break. In the last few months, you and Angel have been playing the one up game, seeing who would break first. During the last club party, Angel almost broke, but he decided to walk away, which surprised every one.
For a moment, you thought that this thing between you two would fade especially when he met the charamstic rebel leader Adelita, but Angel seemed to always drift back to you. A line was never crossed, but with each day that passed you found yourself falling for the eldest Reyes no matter how hard you tried to fight it.
You’ve been the best of friends since you came to Santo Padre at twenty-two years old, getting ready to embark on your new journey for nursing school.
You two met through Coco, who was your brother’s friend from the army. From there, you and Angel truly hit it off and quickly became friends.
Your attraction was always there, you two just never made a move to go further.
Since your arrival, you’ve been Angel’s constant and he was afraid to fuck it up.
But this last year, it’s been hard to ignore how he felt about you.
Especially since you let your Roger in your life.
Angel despised the guy, but for some fucking reason, everyone thought he was a cool dude.
He was lame.
He was an asshole.
He was an egotistical prick.
And if everyone’s words were true, he was just like Angel.
Which was more of a reason why he fucking hated him.
And he had you.
You two were the last ones up the mountain since you had a late shift and Angel insisted on waiting for you. Thankfully, you wouldn’t miss sunset and that’s all you cared about. The California Fall weather was always a mix of scalding hot and freezing weather, or freezing by California standards. But in Big Bear, there were seasons and it was the definition of fall weather.
“Thanks for waiting for me.” You were asleep most of the four hour trip since you worked the night shift and all you wanted to do was sleep. Angel didn’t mind since he saw how tired you were. He loved watching you sleep since it was one of the times you were without worry and looked at peace.
“Of course, I wouldn’t have gone otherwise.” Angel smirked. “Had to make sure you didn’t bail since you’ve been doing that more often lately.”
You heard that bitterness in his voice, something you’ve grown accustomed to as of late. You didn’t mean to bail on Angel, it just happened, especially since Roger would message you and you would flake on plans you already made.
You were never that person, but you and Amaya had talked. The only way you could fully let go of your feelings for Angel was either fuck him to get it out of your system or focus your attention elsewhere so you could keep the friendship.
Fucking him was out of the options, so focusing your attention won.
Though you realized that it was causing a strain between you and Angel that you never wanted to have.
“I’m sorry,” you frowned. “I don’t mean to bail on you.”
“I’m more a man of action, your apologies don’t mean anything if you keep doing it over and over again.”
“Angel, I told you, I bail on you cause of work, he just happens to be there.” Which was true, you bailed on him mostly when it was connected to work. You both worked in the hospital. Roger was a respiratory technician, while you were a nurse. You two worked side by side. And maybe the few times you did bail on Angel, you went to sleep with Roger, but you had needs and Angel frustrated you.
Sometimes masturbating didn’t get the job done.
“Right, so the one time I caught you two at your apartment you were working?” Angel gripped the steering wheel with his right hand while his left hand were hanging out of the window.
“Listen, I thought I had to come in but I looked at the schedule wrong. I already told you that.”
“So why were you with him? We had plans to celebrate that night.” It was the time Angel got his secretary patch a few months ago. You two had planned on cooking dinner and having a movie marathon, but you bailed last minute.
But you did come back to the clubhouse that night, and you saw that girl who was patching his patch in a few nights ago situated on his lap. Choosing not to stay around for that, you called Roger who brought you some food.
Unbeknownst to you, Coco had seen you, who had to tell his hermano that you saw him fuck up. Angel went to your place and found you and Roger meeting outside of your door. And the silent treatment was handed to you for two weeks before Angel broke since it was your birthday and he wasn’t going to let Roger get under your skin.
You didn’t know why Angel came that night knowing you’re supposed to be at the hospital, but you never told him that you were sent home since they didn’t need you that night.
To top it off, like how you and Angel always dealt with anything that involved your feeling, you swept in under the rug.
“I came back that night since they told me they didn’t need me. I saw you were already occupied by the blonde so I chose not to bother you.”
Angel scoffed. “Yeah, I fucking know, why’d you think I came to your place?”
“It’s fine, I get it, El Secretario needed to get his dick wet.” You smirked, but you weren’t exactly amused. You hated that blonde. After she sewed on Angel’s patch she thought she was Angel’s girl or some shit.
“You jealous baby? You know I wouldn’t mind if you wet my dick.”
“Fuck you Angel.”
“That’s the fucking idea.”
Now, you hated being alone in the car with him. But you figured this was a conversation you two were bound to have.
You were in a conundrum. You welcomed Roger’s distraction, but not at the expense of losing your friendship with Angel.
Maybe you should just fuck him, just to get it out of your system.
Years of sexual tension building and it was overflowing now.
Amaya was always in favor of you just fucking Angel.
And if what she had planned worked this weekend, it would change your relationship.
You two arrived at the cabin and were assigned the only room on the first floor that had a queen sized bed. Amaya excused that you two were the last ones up and they saved the bed for you two. You narrowed your eyes at your best friend and she merely smiled innocently.
“You did this on purpose.” You accused her as you opened your luggage.
“Me? Absolutely not. It was the only room left, there’s four bedrooms upstairs and a loft. You’re lucky you two have your own room.” Amaya smirked. “And if something happens, so be it.”
“I thought you liked Roger.”
“I sure do, but not for you. You obviously have to get Angel out of your system first. Roger deserves more than to be some rebound.”
“He’s not a rebound, if he’s a rebound it would constitute that Angel and I were dating, but we never were.” You took out a hoodie and slipped it on.
The plan was to have a barbecue and sit around the bonfire afterwards. You were excited for this.
Fall was your favorite season.
With dinner done, you all sat around the fire, exchanging funny stories and happenings over the past few years. You were sitting in between Riz and Gilly, Angel across from you. After your discussion earlier, Angel hasn’t said much to you. He made you a plate for dinner, but otherwise he didn’t say much to you.
You knew you would wave the white flag soon, but you didn’t do anything wrong. You wanted to give Roger a chance. Crossing the line wasn’t an option as far as you know and the last thing you wanted to do was change things between you two.
Angel was the only family you had besides your brother. The last thing you wanted to do was lose him.
You listened to Creeper as he animatedly spoke about some customer that was weirder that was hitting on Chucky. Chucky was seated beside him, laughing as he recalled the story.
Your eyes met Angel’s over the fire and he drank his beer, holding your gaze.
He smirked when Taza placed his hand on his arm, laughing at Creeper’s story. He had this black beanie with a black hoodie to match, grey sweatpants on his lower half. You had to refrain yourself from continuously checking him out since Angel’s dick was basically imprinted on that sinful pair of sweats. He’s worn it a handful of times around you and each time, your resolve was thinning out.
You watched as Angel threw his head back laughing at whatever Creeper was saying, his muscles flexing under the black sweatshirt. Angel has been working out as of late and he was looking damn good. Whenever you would watch him workout, since you joined him from time to time, all you could think of was how amazing would it feel to have Angel’s arms wrapped around you.
Especially with this chilly weather, his warmth would be welcomed.
Gilly watched as your eyes stayed on Angel, chuckling at your unbashful resolve at just keeping your eyes on him.
“You have plenty of pictures of Angel, just look at that so it’s less obvious.” Gilly teased you.
You narrowed your eyes at him, hitting his arm. “You’re an idiot.”
“Maybe, but not like you and that prick over there.” He nodded his head at Angel. “How many more years are you two going to dance around one another?”
“Gilly, we’re not dancing. Angel and I are just friends.”
“Right, that’s why he dislikes Roger so much.”
“Angel is allowed to not like people that has no correlation to my relationship with them.”
“But there is no reason for him to dislike Roger besides the fact he’s dating you.”
“I’m not dating Roger.”
“So what are you and Roger?” Riz interjected in the conversation, which brought everyone’s attention to you.
You looked around, not wanting to meet Angel’s gaze. “He’s just my co-worker, who I enjoy going out with.”
“We’re fucking adults sweetheart, you don’t need to spare our feelings.” Bishop looked over at Angel, a smirk spreading across El Jefe’s face as he watched Angel frown, shaking his head.
“Alright, he’s my fuck buddy, everyone has needs.” You took a swig of your Smirnoff Ice. “Besides, I don’t have time for a relationship.”
“Hmm, for someone you don’t plan on keeping around, you sure put some importance on him since you’ve been flaking on us lately.” Great, the conversation in the car was obviously not forgotten.
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but my world doesn’t revolve around you Ignacio.”
“From what you’re telling us, it doesn’t revolve around that prick either. So why don’t you just drop him and stop wasting your time.”
“Again, it’s nice to have a warm body next to you at night from time to time, you should know, how’s that new girl at Vicki’s?” The new girl was a battle between you and Angel. Everyone just watched as you two hatched it out, months of annoyance and frustration that was waiting to be unleashed has finally come to a head.
“She’s alright, but you know she fails in comparison to you.” He winked at you, earning ‘ooh’s’ from you two’s unconventional family.
“Wish I can say the same about Roger.” The ‘ooh’s’ was louder this time as Angel’s look darkened.
You two were sharing a bed and it seemed that Angel has finally reached his breaking point.
After a few more drinks, you decided to go by the lake shore since the cabin Amaya rented was by the lake. It was beautiful out and without the bustling city lights, the stars shined brighter along with the moon. Shoving your hands in the one pocket of your hoodie, you looked up, enjoying the crisp air. You heard footsteps behind you and hope it was anyone but Angel. The way he looked at you for the rest the night, it was almost predatory.
Your comment about Roger not failing in comparison to him seemed to push Angel over the edge. You took your camera out, taking pictures of the moon and stars’ reflection on the calm lake waters.
You felt arms wrapped from behind you and you knew it was Angel.
No one else would touch you within the Mayans.
Not even Coco, at least not this intimate.
“You look beautiful.” He whispered into your ear, the goosebumps that ran through your body was indescribable. Angel’s voice always did things to you, and feeling his arms wrapped around you, his smell invading your space, this was going to be a long night.
You were determined to not cross that line with Angel.
Incredibly determined.
“So do you, Ignacio.” You smirked.
“There’s only one bed.” Angel didn’t bring his stuff in till after you. As soon as you two arrived he grabbed a beer and went outside to join Coco and Gilly.
“I’m well aware. It’s big enough for the both of us, not the first time we shared a bed.” You tried to play it cool, you had to.
“Yeah? It’s not big enough for you to run away baby girl.” Angel teased.
“Why would I need to run?” You turned towards Angel, moving away from his warmth which you immediately missed.
Angel was smirking and all you wanted to do was wipe it off his face. “Don’t play stupid Y/N, this shit between us? It’s been present for years. Time for us to stop worrying about what it would do to our friendship and start thinking about what it would do if we don’t address it soon.” Angel was done playing this tip toe bullshit between you two. He wanted you and he knew you wanted him. “You’re a smart girl, you know I’ve wanted you for years and I know you want me to. Let’s stop the games, fuck Ralph, fuck that blonde, I want you. One night with me and you won’t even think of another pendejo again, you’d be begging for my dick.”
“You’re a little too confident in yourself.” You knew you wanted to cross that line, but you couldn’t lose Angel if this didn’t work out. “I can’t lose you Angel, things will change and I don’t think I can handle that.” You confessed.
Angel stepped closer to you, pulling you against him. He cupped your face, softly stroking your cheek between moving his thumb across your lower lips. “You wouldn’t lose me. No strings attached, no pressure. I’ve always wondered how good you tasted.” His lips hovered over yours.
You looked up at him then to his lips. You’ve always wondered how Angel’s lips felt against yours. Whenever he bit his lips, it drove you fucking crazy.
He bit his lip, making you groan and close the distance between you two. You wrapped your arms around Angel’s neck, pulling him closer. Angel slipped his tongue in your mouth when you let out a moan when he grabbed your breast.
Before he could go any further, you pulled away, shaking your head.
“Sorry, I can’t, you mean far too much to me for me to ruin our friendship.”
You walked away from Angel and you couldn’t ignore how your heart rate picked up, and how good his lips felt against yours. Angel watched you, still confident that you would be his by the end of the night.
You two were adults, he’s played this game for years and had the same worries as you. But he knew that once you two were together, that was it for him and he was confident on keeping you by his side for the rest of his life.
You stayed up till two in the morning with Amaya, hoping by the time you go to your room, Angel would be asleep. You ended up falling asleep on the couch, the cough was far too comfy along with the warmth of the fireplace. You were only in your shorts and shirt since you couldn’t exactly sleep with sweats, it wasn’t that cold. When you woke up around four in the morning to use the bathroom, which your room conveniently had, you realized you were in your room. Angel was laying on his side of the bed.
When you did your business and brushed your teeth, you slid back under the covers, however you were more cautious now.
Things shifted between you two after that kiss and you weren’t sure where to place yourself. Cuddling was never an issue and you wouldn’t mind being wrapped in his arms, but again, things were different. That kiss was far too good and your desire for Angel grew tenfold.
This desire you wouldn’t be appeased by having sex, nope, you knew it wouldn’t.
It would make it worse.
It would have you longing for Angel.
You couldn’t stand by while he fucked around with other women.
It was better for you two to not cross the line.
Angel’s warm hand slipping under your shirt broke you from your thoughts.
“I know you felt it too.” You heard Angel say, his warm breath tickling your skin. “You can’t ignore the fact your lips perfectly fit into mine, how good it made you feel. Bet it made you fucking wet cause it made me hard as fuck baby. Even without that kiss, every time I lay my eyes on you, my pants fucking tighten cause all I can think about how good you would look under me.”
You rubbed your thighs together, his voice was already sinful, but pair that with his dirty mouth, fucking forget about it.
Whatever your stance was, it was changing, especially with how good his ringed fingers felt running your stomach, teasing the skin beneath your breast. He nipped at your ear, placing a kiss just right about it.
“I want to hear you moan my name while I stretch that tight little pussy with my dick.” You moaned, Angel’s fingers drifted down to the top of your shorts, teasing, tempting your resolve. “Can I touch you mi dulce?”
You wanted to say no, you almost fucking did, but when you turned your head to face Angel’s, seeing how beautiful he looked under the moonlight that came from the slits of the window blinds. How much he looked at you with such adoration, who gave a fuck about the line?
“Yes,” you breathed out.
Angel slid his hand inside your shorts, your legs widening immediately. You anticipated his touch, looking down at his hand. His finger ran up and down your slit, you bit back a moan.
“Fuck baby, you’re wet.” He rubbed your clit with his fingers, causing you to bite your lip. “Let me hear you, I want to know how good I’m making you feel.”
Your hand grabbed his shirt, clutching it was Angel slipped a finger inside of you. You threw your head back, Angel slipped a second finger in. He watched you with wonder in his eyes, elated that he could finally see you in this scenario. You felt yourself get wetter as Angel moved his fingers in and out of you. He turned your head with his other hand, and he kissed you. Your hips moved to meet his fingers. Pulling away slightly, your lips were close to one another, Angel smirking as he felt your walls clench his fingers.
“You close querida?”
“Angel, fuck,” you groaned as he removed his fingers. He moved the blankets so he could kneel in front of you. He took off your shorts and panties, sucking in the fingers that were inside you.
“I knew you would fucking taste amazing baby.” Angel parted your lips which you had closed, hoping the friction could help you get your high. “Look at this pussy, I’ve been fucking dreaming of this moment.” He leaned down, parting your lips with his fingers. He groaned before he began to lap at your pussy, causing your back to arch. Angel ate you like a starved man who hadn’t eaten for years. He flicked his tongue at your clit, his two fingers entering you again. “You’re already clenching me baby, you ready to cum.”
You’ve been ready to cum.
“Yes, Angel, keep going.” You pleaded as you could feel that familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach.
You came, Angel’s fingers and mouth never ceasing, and another orgasm followed close behind. Angel kneeled once again, watching as your legs shook at the aftermath of your orgasm. You took a deep breath, looking at Angel who was still clothed.
He took off his shirts, sweats and boxers. He spat on his hand, stroking his cock. You looked down at him and groaned at seeing Angel’s size.
“Of course you would be fucking big.” You always wondered about Angel's size and with the way the girls at the clubhouse boasted about him, how good he was, you weren’t even surprised.
Angel just chuckled, rubbing the head of his cock on your wet pussy. You groaned, biting your lip, trying not to be loud since you did come with the club.
“Naw, fuck that, you’re gonna be screaming my name so those mother fuckers know who you belong to.” Angel tapped his cock against your clit, making you moan out his name. He slowly slid in you, watching as his length disappeared inside of you. That stretch made you whimper, it was slightly uncomfortable due to Angel’s size. You’ve never been with anyone this well endowed, but you weren’t going to tell this egotistical prick that. “You okay? Too big for you?”
You couldn’t even respond, you just whimpered and nodded your head.
“Which one baby? You doing okay? Or am I too big for you?” He remained stationary, waiting for some confirmation. He wanted to move, your walls were clenching him and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. But that was fine, this wouldn’t be the last time.
“Angel, just please move.” You groaned. “Fuck, you’re so fucking big.”
Angel chuckled. “Ronnie isn’t big, baby? Ima tear this pussy up.” Angel was petty as fuck and would get his name wrong on purpose. Any guy you were involved with was called dick, prick or some version of their name. “You ain’t never gonna want another dick besides mine.”
You hated how much Angel was turning you on with all the talk he was doing. You’ve had one guy who was like this, but it didn’t feel like this. Also may contribute to the fact that Angel is fucking thick.
“You’re almost as big as Roger.” You knew you were being a brat, but fuck it, this was most likely a one off and you wouldn’t mind the rough sex with Angel. You wanted his hands everywhere, his marks and everything.
“Almost as big?” Angel was offended. “That’s not what your reaction tells me baby. You wanna talk shit?” He pulled out till it was only his tip that was inside before slamming back in, moving you forward. You whimpered, letting out a ‘fuck’ like a mantra as he continually pounded into you, his pace unrelenting and unforgiving. You wanted to be a brat and talk shit? Then you could take his dick like the brat that you were. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging for my dick.”
And you knew he was right.
He slowed down when he felt your walls tightening up. If you wanted to be a brat, he could edge you all night.
“Angel,” you whined out his name, annoyed that he would slow down.
“What’s wrong mi dulce? You want to talk shit? Better be able to take it.” Angel increased his pace again, your walls tightening again, but he slowed down, stilling completely. “I’ve always wondered how well you would take my dick, how fucking tight you are.” He whispered into your ears, peppering you with kisses. His voice, the lower timbre that it went to, you were going insane. “You feel perfect hermosa.”
“Then are you gonna fuck me good or you’re just gonna keep teasing me?”
Angel chuckled. “You better not try and run away.” He pushed your legs back against your chest, pulling out.
He rubbed your clit, keeping your legs wide opened for him. You felt that familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach, you came, crying out in pleasure as Angel sucked your clit into his mouth. You moved away, closing your legs making Angel laugh. Your arousal was evident on his beard, he licked his lips.
He took a hold of your ankle, pulling you back towards him.
“What’s wrong baby girl? Too much for you? What I say? Not to run away right?” He was so smug. You wanted to deflate his ego, but you’ve been testing him too much.
“You’re just fucking big, this is crazy.” You let out a small laugh. He slipped inside you again, appreciating your words. “Fuck daddy, you’re stretching out my pussy again.” You’re not even sure where that came from, but you could tell Angel was a fan.
“Yeah, you like how daddy stretches his pussy baby. You ain’t never seeing Reno again, this pussy is mine, isn’t it baby girl?” Angel pounded into you, wetting his fingers as he rubbed your clit.
You gripped the sheets, meeting his hips. Angel continually praised you, his fingers unrelenting as it circled your clit. You came, eyes rolling to the back of your head, shuddering beneath Angel. This had to be the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had and Angel had yet to come. He watched you, a moaning, panting mess as you came down from your high.
He was screwed since he would never tire of that sight. He wanted to see it over and over again. His dick was throbbing within you as your walls continued to clench around him.
“Fuck, you haven’t even cum yet.” You commented once you caught your breath.
Angel laughed. “Why is Rufus a minute man?”
“I’ve never fucked Roger.” Your admission makes the laughter emitting from Angel’s lips cease.
“What?”
“I’ve never fucked Roger. I mean, we went on like a date, but I’ve never fucked him.” You admitted, his stare was far too intimate for you.
“You interested in Riley?” It always amazed you how Angel could think of endless names for Roger and never repeat a name.
“No,” you bit your lower lip, moving away from Angel, sighing when his length slid out of you. Looking at his dick, you saw your wetness coating him.
“Wanna taste yourself?”
You turned around, getting on your knees instead. “Another time. Please put your dick back in me daddy.” You moved your ass, your chest on the mattress, exposing you to Angel.
“You’re such a good girl, even though you were acting like a fucking brat earlier.” He smacked your ass, causing you to yelp. He did it again, a moan eliciting from your lips. “Damn baby, you like being spanked.”
“Just by you.” And you didn’t usually enjoy it, but this felt different with Angel and you welcomed it. “Daddy please,” you begged.
Angel bent down, his body over yours as he whispered into your ear. “I told you, you’d be begging for my dick.” He entered you with no warning, you moaned into the mattress, gripping the sheets. Angel’s hands laid above yours, intertwining it so you both were gripping the sheets.
“You’re deeper this way.” You were going crazy. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, you were gone. “Faster daddy, please.”
“Naw baby, you were talking too much shit earlier, you’re gonna take what I give you.” He slightly increased his pace. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours daddy.”
“That’s right, it’s all mine, ain’t no other motherfucker is ever going to have this tight little pussy.” His hand squeezed yours. “Fuck, I’m close.” He stood straight, his thrust was quicker and you definitely appreciated it. You felt your climax coming again, impressed by how Angel knew how to make your body sing.
After a few more thrust, Angel came, grunting your name out. You came right after him, his name coming out as a cry of absolute pleasure from your lips. Angel pulled out, his cum coming out of your pussy, but he pushed it back inside. You moaned, as his fingers entered you, your walls were still pulsating from the aftershock of another orgasm.
“Daddy’s gonna keep you cumming this weekend preciosa.”
You and Angel cleaned up, throwing the blanket to the floor and replacing it with a blanket you had brought with you. Angel pulled you in his arms, playing with the strings of your shorts.
“No strings attached?” You broke the silence between you two.
“Whatever you want baby.” Angel knew that you were his and nothing would change that. You gave yourself to him and that was that.
But you knew no strings attached wouldn’t last, Angel didn’t think so either.
As far as you were both concerned, it was only you two in this relationship, even though you just haven’t verbalized that.
He estado sentado aquí escribiendo esto pensando en todas las cosas por las que me quiero disculpar, por el dolor que he causado, por todo lo que hice, por todo lo que necesitaba que fueras o dijeras, aquí me disculpo por todo.
Siempre te amaré por que crecimos juntos y tu me ayudaste a ser quien soy.
Solo quiero que sepas que siempre habrá algo de ti en mi y estoy agradecido por eso.
Por que en cuanto te conocí supe que había algo en ti que necesitaba, pero resulta que no era algo que tuvieras, sino simplemente eras tú, y debes saber que sea quien sea en quien te conviertas y que en cualquier lugar donde estés, te envío todo mi amor, por que fuiste, eres y serás el amor de mi vida hasta el final.
A/N: I’m back !!! This is a long one but I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did. If you want the full experience, listen to Mac Miller’s song “Cinderella”. Thank you for reading 🥰
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“I been waitin' all night for this moment
I been waitin' all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin' off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin' all these hoes for you”
Angel swore he didn’t do relationships but there was something about her that drew him in from the very first time. She was innocent, pure and beautiful. He knew that she had men coming after her just by taking one look at her.
He was at a corner store with some of the Mayans collecting money that the owner owed Bishop when he saw her. She was with her friends, never once laying her eyes on him. But Angel swore she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and it would be a shame if he didn’t at least get her name.
It was a whole 20 minutes before Ez dared Angel to ask for her number, which he did.
She wasn’t easy to break through, but when the Mayans left the corner store , Angel left with a giant smile on his face and her number safely tucked in his pocket. The rest of the guys were throwing jokes at him but Angel was on top of the world, nothing could bother him at the moment.
It had been a few weeks later when he finally invited her to the party Bishop was throwing for one of the guys. He kept going back and forth oh the idea of inviting Y/n but eventually Ez convinced him.
It was tough but Angel convinced her to come through, and in the back of his mind he wonders if maybe this will be the thing that scares her away. Not most girls can handle the club life and Angel was nervous to see how she would fit in with his extended family.
The guys though, they thought it was funny that Angel would barely pay any attention to the girls that lingered around the clubhouse. Only 3 weeks of texting with Y/n and he was smitten. Any other girl around him didn’t seem to exist and that was new for him. He once welcomed the girls that tried to give him attention around the clubhouse, now they were just a bore to him.
The girls that tried to sit on his lap that night, he would dismiss them, not taking any chances. Y/n would be arriving soon and all he wanted was to be with her.
None of the guys ever saw Angel act this way about a girl.
“Been here every night for weeks at a time
You in my dreams that's why I sleep all the time
Just to hear you say I love you, just to touch you, just to leave you behind”
Ever since that night, your relationship moves at a pace that excites Angel. He hasn’t been in a relationship for a while but he knows this wasn’t like anything else. It’s smooth and easygoing, something that Angel never really dealt with in his life. But he finds himself enjoying every second he can get.
This morning, Angel doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not but he hears the shower going and Y/n comes to mind. She loves taking showers in the morning before he even wakes up. It’s an inside joke between the both of them that it’s the only time she has without Angel and how much she takes advantage of it.
The water turns off and Angel hears the rustle of her movements as they bring him out of his sleepy state. He barely opens his eyes and sees her figure dress in his shirt that fits way too big on her.
A small smile appears on his face, when he realizes that her clothes are dirty and are mixed with his in the hamper. She hasn't gone back home for about a week but Angel doesn’t mind, he loves seeing her in his clothes.
He closes his eyes once again, the sleep coming back to him. It used to be hard falling asleep but ever since Y/n came into his life, he’s embraced the feeling of sleep. He dreams now but they are all filled with her. She’s his own very angel. Sometimes it’s hard for him to distinguish what is real or what is a fantasy.
Angel hears her humming as she picks up the clothes he’s left behind last night, and he swears that’s what lures him back to sleep.
Her sweet giggles fill his ear and he feels her smooth hands caress his cheek. Letting out a sigh, Angel realizes this is his favorite kind of morning.
The last thing he remembers before drifting back to sleep, is her whispering “I love you.”
This is what love is, Angel thinks as he drifts off to sleep.
“Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don't understand“
Her parents weren’t huge fans of Angel. Ever since he had picked her up in his motorcycle, he clearly made out the judgement on their faces. Though Y/N never let her parents come in between their relationship, deep down Angel was scared one day she would come to her senses and leave him for someone better. He even feared about how much her parents actually liked his brother better than him. It took him a while to get over but it still crept into his mind from time to time.
Most nights Angel enjoyed the company of his girl along with a nice movie night. Tonight was no different, after having a semi food fight with Y/N, they were both freshly showered watching a comedy movie. It wasn’t a movie that interested him but it was her turn to pick one and Angel was more than happy to just lay with his girl.
It started with just a simple text, which had interrupted their argument about which cereal was the best. He stayed quiet knowing that it was her dad, always making his way in between them even if he was nowhere near them.
A small sigh escaped Y/N’s mouth, though she hid it quickly with a smile. A kiss made his worries fade away just for a minute before it was interrupted again.
This time a call and Angel knew their peaceful night was coming to an end. No matter how old both Y/n and Angel were, he still respected her parents and if he wanted a future with Y/N he would have to put up with it. So he did.
“Baby, just answer” Angel gave Y/N a small push, nodding his head towards her phone at the end of the couch.
“But its movie night, and we said no phones. Plus he just wants to continue to say snide remarks now that he knows I’m here with you.”
And Angel knew it, but he kept his mouth shut. No matter what he didn’t want to cause a drift between Y/N and her dad.
Fuck he loved her. And if he had to put up with her dad, he would because to him Y/N was worth it. Every snide remark, he could take it as long as he had her by his side.
She was his future and her parents would just have to get used to seeing their daughter with him.
“We started on the bed and then we moved onto the floor
I thought you was an angel now you yellin' to the Lord”
Angel couldn’t believe he had been together with Y/n for about six months. By the time their anniversary comes around, she has moved in and Angel swears that it was bound to happen since the first night she spent the night over.
That night, he planned a date night with the help of Coco and Ez. Both of them never wasting the chance of being able to tease him about being whipped. And he was proud to admit it, Y/n was the first girl to ever change his life and he couldn’t believe an angel like her wanted him just as much.
By the time Y/n arrived home, the entire floor was covered in red petals that led to their bedroom. The candles on the ground lit the way and Angel could see the happiness appear on her face. She had no idea he would even do something for their 6 months. He had made sure she was out of the house for the entire day. He even had to pay Letty extra to make sure Y/n would stay away until he was ready.
It’s this moment he realizes that his favorite thing to do is surprising her and watching the way her face lights up.
She’s dressed in his favorite, a flowy sundress. But he swears she looks good in just about anything. His favorite look would be her wearing his t-shirt and he gets to see that every day she goes to bed.
Angel is enchanted with the way she is, how she moves, how she makes him feel.
She makes him feel loved.
She’s his very own angel.
Throughout the darkness, he watches her eyes shine beneath him. She looks beautiful to him as she comes undone right in front of him.
And Angel swears it’s the best view he’s ever seen.
“You used to tell me all the time I ain't your type
Now you always wanna spend the night
Now I'm doing everything you like“
Angel lets out a smile as he watches Y/n bond with his dad. Ever since he introduced the two of them, he noticed the way she perfectly fits with his small family. His dad had welcomed her in with open arms and Y/n always made sure to have family dinners every Friday if possible.
And his dad had given a nod of approval for the first time in Angel’s life.
Letting his eyes roam over the most important people in his life, Angel thinks back to the day where he met the woman that changed his life.
A small laugh threatens to escape his mouth as he remembers her fiery temper, the day he tried to ask her out properly.
It had taken a while to convince Y/n, she took one look at him and had made Angel work for it every single day.
Now almost a year later, Angel finds himself doing most of the things Y/n loves to do. She’s an artist, a talented one if you asked him. And of course he was 100% biased but his girl knew her way around a paint brush. They sit in their backyard on a blanket as the sun sets, her favorite wine opened. He sucks at anything that involves art but just watching her while she works makes Angel feel at home.
And he just admires her, watching as she mixes colors in front of her. He feels like she’s the artwork but to his surprise she painted him, capturing the intimate moment between them.
Her very own muse.
It’s their thing now, something he looks forward to but also something he keeps to himself. There’s no way he would let his brother or best friend know about this, he would be teased for life.
“Yeah, but I still respect the game
Every time I’m out of line
You always set me straight
The sex is great, for heaven’s sake
I need it everyday”
It’s a first for Angel but there’s rarely any fights between the two of them throughout their relationship. He had always been used to the constant fighting when he was seeing someone or even just used to the constant toxic negativity with the other person. But with Y/n, there’s none of that and if a fight would happen he still respected her because he knows that at the end of the day he still loves her no matter what.
Angel never once finds himself looking for another woman’s company when a fight breaks between the two of them. He may spend the night at Coco’s but early the next morning Angel is back at home making breakfast for her. It’s his own way of apologizing for what he did wrong.
He knows when he says something out of line, Y/n will be the one to always tell him what’s good. When the club shit gets too much to handle, and he brings home the stress, she makes sure that they work through things together. They’re a team, it’s the first thing that pops into his head when he’s away from home doing work for the club.
Everything changed when Angel finds himself making decisions based on her. It's a first for him. He’s no longer by himself, he has a girl to think about too.
And after the fighting is done, the make up sex is amazing. Angel looks forward to it even when he’s too angry to talk to her. Even when she feels frustrated every time he gets a call from Bishop during an intense argument. It’s something that’s always on the back of his mind. Once everything is made up between the two of them, he leads her to the bedroom. And sometimes they don’t even make it.
