After a previous failed attempt due to bad health I will be jumping back in with my darker desires event for kinktober.
Exclusively for Sons of Anarchy and Mayans MC characters.
Please choose a prompt ( or two ) from the list below, along with your character ( characters, because why have one when you can have two? 😉)
And let's get creative! 🩶
As always, Anons welcome. 🩶
Characters: Sons of Anarchy.
Jax Teller
Chibs Telford
Tig Trager
Juice Ortiz
Opie Winston
Happy Lowman
Clay Morrow
Mayans MC
Bishop Losa
Angel Reyes
Ez Reyes
Gilly
Bottles
Guero
Manny
Prompt list:
1. “You look so pretty with my hand around your throat”
2. “Do you need reminding who you belong to?”
3. "Did it tell you to stop?”
4. “Shut that pretty little mouth before I shut it for you.”
5. “Look at you, so perfect with my marks all over you.”
6. “Are you gonna start doing as you're told?”
7. “Beg like a good little girl.”
8. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
9. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
10. “You don't cum unless I say so, kitten.”
11. “Wanna see what happens to little brats? Bend over.”
12. “Keep going, you might learn how to do it properly.”
13. "Keep making those sounds and we'll do this until you learn how to be quiet.”
Summary: (Name) is Tranq’s adopted daughter. No man let alone Mayan has ever been good enough for her. Which is fine, she accepts it. Until a new prospect makes her heart skip a beat or ten.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): light angst, mutual pining, Bottles being a cutie
Word Count: 830
A/N: I just wanna squish this adorable dork. Bottles is precious.
Sitting curled up on a couch in the Mayans clubhouse was the way that (Name) spent most of her afternoons. Being the adopted daughter of a member granted her that ‘luxury’. Tranq was protective of her, and with all the nonsense going on he wanted to keep her close. Keep her safe.
EZ agreed to let her hang around like Bishop had.
Still, she didn’t have any real social life away from the Mayans. And she definitely had nothing resembling a dating life.
That was until the adorably dorky new prospect caught her eye.
Bottles. That’s what everybody called him. On account of the big, thick glasses he wore. They were geeky, but suited him.
She found herself watching him more often than reading or working on her writing. She was a poet at heart. And dreamed of one day publishing a book of her life told in poetry.
From the heartbreaking loss of her parents to her being saved from the system by her father’s best friend Hank Loza, but she’d always called him Uncle Tranq.
She thought she could do it. And Tranq supported her.
Still she was uncertain about sharing her work with the people she knew.
Especially with the subject of her latest work.
She looked up as Bottles walked over to replace her beer. He’d been instructed to keep his eyes (all four of them) on her while most of the fully patched members were taking care of something.
The only full patch who was left at the clubhouse was Guero who loved to give Bottles a hard time. And he’d recently noticed the longing looks that (Name) had been sending the prospects way.
“Thank you,” (Name) said with a smile at the cute young man.
“Anything else you want let me know,” he insisted with a bashful smile.
When he walked away she heard Guero snickering from the chair beside the couch she was lounging on. She looked over her shoulder at the other young man.
“I bet I can think of something you want,” he murmured to her, “And I’m sure he’d be more than willing to give it to you.”
(Name) rolled her eyes and flicked her hand dismissively at him, “¡Cállate!” She hissed.
He just snickered, “Come on, we both know that I know who you’re writing about,” he joked, “And I mean...I may not get it...but he can’t be that dreamy. You just haven’t dated enough.”
(Name) turned to glare at him, his shit eating grin making her cheeks darken. He knew just how to mess with her.
“We’re friends why?” She asked.
“Cause we’re both kids of old school patches,” he said.
“But only one of us is an actual legacy...I’m just a daughter...and no patch has ever been good enough for me,” (Name) said with an unamused laugh.
“Let alone a prospect,” Guero said with another shit eating grin before he got up to answer a call.
“Asshole,” (Name) cursed him under her breath.
He was right...her dad would never approve of Bottles if he didn’t approve of any fully patched member she’d shown interest in in the past. But still, maybe it was because of their more womanizing reputations. She got up with a sigh., walking over to the bar that Bottles was restocking.
She leaned against it and waited for him to notice her.
“Hey, you didn’t have to get up,” Bottles said, “I could have brought you anything you wanted.”
“Take a break,” She said, “What I want is to just talk to someone other than Guero’s dumbass.”
And to get to know you more. She thought before scolding herself.
She could see Bottles blush a bit, “And you wanna talk to me?” He asked.
“Yeah...we haven’t gotten a lot of chances...Uncle Tranq keeps me on a short leash lately and these idiots run the prospects ragged...I swear EZ is worse than anyone about that...I think he got power too soon after the patch…” she said.
Bottles stared at her, “I can’t say anything like that,” he mumbled.
“Duh,” She said with a laugh, “But I can,” she grinned, “Benefits of being just a daughter.”
He shook his head, “I guess.” He said.
“Come on, Bottles, I’m so bored,” she cooed, “You’re supposed to keep an eye on me right...you could do that so much better from the couch while we talk.”
Bottles looked nervously down the hall towards where Gueo had gone to take whatever her call was.
“He’s on the phone with his girl...probably a video chat…” she alluded, “He’s gonna be busy for a little while.”
Finally Bottles gave in and came around the bar. She leaned up and pecked his cheek. Making him blush more.
She was taking a chance. She wanted to live for once. She could make Tranq see reason. At least Bottles didn’t have a reputation with the club girls yet.
Inevitable - Bottles finds a letter on your kitchen table.
Prequel to:
Forward - You discuss your decision to stay in Santo Padre.
Tonight, Bottles takes you for a ride out to the desert, it’s something you’ve done a couple of times before because you love the tranquillity of the area, the spirituality. The two of you make a fire, you try to do it using the tricks you learned in Girl Guides before Bottles takes pity on you and uses his lighter to ignite the wood. He spreads his bedroll out in front of the fire while you toast marshmallows, waiting for them to crisp before popping them into your mouth.
You taste like burnt sugar when he kisses you under the stars. Your lips are sweet and sticky, and he smiles into your mouth because he likes you like this. Wild and free spirited.
He makes love to you in front of the fire. The glow from the flames illuminates your skin as he lays underneath you, his hands chasing up your waist holding you in place as he rolls his hips.
Already the pleasure is too much, the ecstasy chases through your veins as his cock rakes over that deviant little place inside of you. There’s a thrill in being out here like this but there’s also a serenity, a peacefulness that you never would have expected because you’re not just connected to him in this moment, you’re connected to nature, the universe.
It’s one of the reasons that Santo Padre is so special to you. However now you’ve had this job offer from the Robinhood Foundation in New York…
Your career had started there, event planning for Manhattan’s elite. Baby showers costing in excess of hundreds of thousands of dollars, charity events that were thousands of dollars per plate, kids parties held in museums that had budgets to revamp them into literal princess castles. You were excellent in your role, you’d made some big money but then you’d met Ben at a baby shower, and everything had changed.
“Don’t you think it’s excessive?” He’d asked you as you chaperoned a birthday party for a one-year-old which cost over two hundred thousand dollars.
“What I think is irrelevant.” You’d told him, ticking a checkbox on your clipboard.
“If you ever want to change that.” He tells you, handing you, his card. “Give me a call, the charity I work for is looking for a fundraising director. I think you’re wasted here.”
He hadn’t been wrong; you’d followed him all the way here to Santo Padre. The work you did at the community centre was some of the most meaningful you had ever undertaken. You actually made a difference in people’s lives. You may not be making the same money as you did back in New York, but your heart was full and that’s all that mattered.
Bottles fucks you like it’s the last time because to him it is. He’d seen the letter from the Robin Hood Foundation on the kitchen table this morning, the start date set for next week. He can’t compete with a job in New York, not one with that salary. He would never ask you to stay, that wouldn’t be fair so instead he gives you something special to remember.
A night underneath the stars before you head back off to the big city.
He draws it out, keeping you on the edge until your skin is flushed and your eyes are bright. You kiss him when you climax and he drinks down your pleasure, savouring it because this isn’t going to happen again, and he wants to remember this moment every single time he closes his eyes.
In the aftermath, you lay draped across his chest, your legs tangled up in his. The blanket from the back of his bike tossed over the two of you.
I’m going to miss this, he wants to say, I’m going to miss you.
He doesn’t say those words out loud. Instead, he just holds you close because the love of his life is leaving in five days, she just hasn’t told him yet.
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a/n. omg smut for once??? somehow there is no content of them on their own and i think that’s unfair. they should’ve kissed at least once on the show too. for the plot
“Fuck, I’m tired,” Guero groaned, already heading to the driver’s seat of the van. “Prospect, finish up the rest.”
Bottles, already holding an arms’ full of heroin packages from the truck, stood up. “What? No, man. EZ said we both had to do this.”
“I’m the one who drove here, I practically did most of the work already.”
“It’s going to be morning soon, dude. We literally need two sets of hands to do this—” He was cut off by the van for slamming shut. “Motherfucker.” He cursed under his breath before setting the rest of the packages in his arms in the trunk.
Bottles knocked on the window. “EZ’s gonna be pissed if this doesn’t get finished and you know it.”
“Sounds like you have a lot of work ahead of you, then,” Guero said with a grin, already turning up the radio. Bottles couldn’t hear it that well, but it was definitely too loud for the job they were there to do. Especially with the backdoors open.
Begrudgingly, Bottles went back to work. Despite how much work was ahead of him, he was a prospect. It’s what he was here for, as unfair as it seemed sometimes. Regardless of how much friendly conversation Guero allowed him at times, there was always a clear barrier between them. It stared at Bottles every time he looked at the other man’s kutte.
Half an hour in, his eyes had adjusted to the dark. His sweater sleeves were rolled up over his elbows. The night chill tinged his skin until his hair was standing on end, but not enough to properly cool him down from the work he was doing. His gloves were shoved into his pocket. Not the best idea if something went wrong, he did realize, but at that point, he just needed it to be over with. Every few minutes, Guero would roll down the window to update him about whatever police chatter he heard on the radio.
“Do you think you could be any quicker with that?” he said one time.
“Not unless you wanna lend a hand.”
“Fuck no.”
—
Another half an hour passed. He was almost done moving everything, but fuck, was it taking a toll on him. He took the last four packages in a stack and slowly trudged them into the van.
He knocked on the driver’s seat window again to get Guero’s attention, probably harder than he intended to, but he was too tired to care at that point. Clearly it was evident, too, with Guero already preparing to yell at him but stopping once he got a look at his face.
“I got everything transferred. Can you put the tarp over it? My legs are about to give out.” Bottles walked over to the passenger seat without waiting for a response. Again, bold but he hoped Guero would grant him at least a break. Which surprisingly, he did, tucking the corners of the tarp into the stack Bottles made so nothing was showing. Bottles made a note to thank him on the ride back.
He was about to fall asleep when he saw a car in the distance, the headlights illuminating its black and white coloring. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Shit, cops. Stay back there,” he said, hopefully loud enough for Guero to hear. All Bottles was able to do was turn off the interior lights before he was pulled into the back of the van.
“Asshole, are you trying to get us caught?” Bottles tried to respond, but was interrupted by Guero scrambling to pull the tarp over both of them.
They were dead silent, trying to hear the cop car drive by or God forbid someone peering into the van windows. As he caught his breath, Bottles noticed their closeness. With the amount of product beside them, there wasn’t much room for them to hide. Somehow, they ended up facing each other. Bottles' back was pressed against the backs of the seats while Guero was almost knocking over the pile of heroin packages. Though, even with that, their chests were just about touching. Legs unintentionally tangled together in the chaos. He could practically feel the adrenaline running through the both of them.
Miraculously, his glasses were still on and his eyes were still adjusted to the dark. Faintly, he could see Guero—probably much clearer than Guero could see him. The first beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, if they weren’t already swept away by his bangs which were strewn over his forehead. Though, Bottles assumed he looked something similar. Guero’s eyes were darting around despite there not being much to see. Maybe the peak through of a flashlight or a shadow passing by.
“I thought you were checking the police radio?”
“I was, I didn’t hear anything close to us. Guess the dumb fuck was just going on a nighttime drive or something. Just be quiet—let me listen.”
Still nothing. Whatever car was driving by, it was probably long gone by now. Probably. But, he probably shouldn’t say that.
There are often times when Bottles has to remind himself to not get too comfortable. To remind himself that he’s just a prospect. Maybe he was too trusting, too gullible, or got caught up in everything too quickly. Whatever it was, that reminder was flaring red at that moment. Something about how they were right now felt off. They were talking too comfortably. Like they were in this mess together rather than this just being one of Bottles’ fuckups like usual.
Not to mention how close they were right now. He shouldn’t be thinking so hard about this, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever been this close to any of the members before. He probably should’ve been scanning as best as he could through the tarp, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the rise and fall of Guero’s chest as his breath evened out. Their legs were still slotted together, too. Just stopping at the middle of their thighs. The fabric in his pants felt so much thinner than they should be suddenly. It felt like he was feeling so much more than he should.
They stayed there without saying anything, without moving for probably too long. The air around them was already thick with condensation. Bottles felt lightheaded.
“We’re—probably good now,” Guero said hesitantly, throwing off the tarp over them, suddenly feeling how isolated they were. Alone at the border with just a couple guns in the backseat to protect themselves. With a prospect member no less. Meaning, Guero had to make all the calls. He shifted himself onto his knees so he could sit up to the best of his ability to peer through the windows as Bottles sat up as well. In doing so, Guero’s legs were pressed even closer into the prospect’s.
No one was there. Aside from the much-welcomed “fresh” air, everything seemed the same. The only thing he could see through the windows was a dark night painted with much more stars than there were in Santo Padre. He shifted to survey the front of the van. Nothing through the windshield. Their weapons and supplies were still cluttered in the backseat. Thank fucking god.
“Alright. Coast is clear, we can finally get back home now—” Whatever Guero was about to say next trailed off after he got another look at Bottles, whose face was a bright red and had a hand pressed tightly against his mouth. His eyes were wide and looking up at Guero from over his glasses.
Guero thought for a moment, why Bottles was acting like that, now of all times. Then, he realized the position they were just in; one of Guero’s knees pressing between Bottles’ legs, sometimes digging farther in as he scanned out the windows. They were undeniably close the entire time. That was one of the last things on Guero’s mind during the moment, but it clearly affected Bottles.
“Seriously, prospect? That’s what you’re going to freak out about?” Guero sat back down, hopefully giving Bottles enough space to calm down. He needed a second to relax, too.
Bottles didn’t respond. His hand was still over his mouth, though now, not as tight as before. Just enough to keep himself from letting any unnecessary sounds slip out. And they just about did before. He really shouldn’t have acted like that. He shouldn’t be acting like this now. There was still a chance they could be in danger, and he’s blushing and sweating like a goddamn teenager.
Guero took a few deep breaths as he sat down, letting the adrenaline run off him. But as he did, he was able to get a better look at Bottles. Still shaking, still bright red. Guero continued to eye him, something habitual from his family somehow always being caught in the line of fire. As his eyes followed Bottles’ frame down, Guero took in his hair, his fogged-up glasses, his rolled-up sleeves, the bottom hemming of his shirt that was definitely tucked in when they were assigned this job, down to his waist, and—
Guero’s eyes snapped back to Bottles’; shocked ones meeting shocked turned to humiliated. Just as soon as their eye contact was made, it was broken by Bottles scrambling to the driver’s seat.
“Fuck, I’m sorry! You-I’ll just drive back. You don’t have to look at me, or-or think about this, and we can just get back home.” Bottles’ words came out poorly and fast, maybe as a way to clutter his brain away from any more recollection on what just happened, or maybe the blood still hasn’t gotten back to his head yet.
“Prospect,” Guero said firmly before Bottles could get over the passenger seats, “sit back down.”
Bottles immediately did as he was told, force of habit, maybe. They were sitting like they were before, facing each other with nothing to avoid each other. Bottles kept his thighs tightly together as he sat down, uncomfortable, but much better than the alternative. Aside from kicking him out of the club entirely, this was one of the worst punishments Guero could’ve come up with. Him, sitting there, unconsciously bracing, waiting for the silence thick in the air, to be broken as Guero looks him up and down for what felt like the 20th time. Bottles hated how unreadable Guero was when he wanted to be.
“You said you were scared of me before,” Guero began after a while, now leaning closer to him. A part of Bottles wanted to back up, put more distance between them, but another part of him didn’t. Besides, he was already against the back of the seats. “Why’s that? I think it’s smart, I just wanna know the reason.”
Bottles forgot he said that if he was being honest. It wasn’t that long ago, but a lot had happened in the past few months. “I-uh, you were, um, such a—I mean at the time, maybe it was because of what I knew about—”
“How ‘bout I make it easier for you?” He was over him now. Their faces were close, but not as close as they were under the tarp. Guero continued, but not before making a show of his very intentional look down at the increasingly obvious tent in Bottles’ pants. “Do I scare you now?”
“Y-yes.”
“Right, so you wanna listen to me now, yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Guero took the hand Bottles didn’t notice he put under his chin and tilted it up, forcing their eye contact one again. “Getting a hard-on from your superior digging his knee into you, kinda masochistic, don’t you think?”
Something about how he said it made Bottles’ hair stand on end. It was such crude, accurate wording that somehow made it sound much more vulgar.
He was still sitting, now slightly leaning back to make room for the man now over him. His arms were still there uselessly at his sides. His head was taking too much comfort in the hand holding it. And unfortunately, his erection was still pulsing uncomfortably in his boxers.
He didn’t know if Guero wanted an answer, didn’t know what answer he’d want. So he warily decided on just looking back at him helplessly.
Then, he gave Bottles that look. The one Bottles had gotten to know over his few months at the club. The one that Guero made when he was about to do something without care for the consequences. The one that said let’s fuck around and find out.
Guero took one of his legs and put it on the other side of Bottles’ lap. If he was being honest, he wasn’t that sure what he was doing. He didn’t know how far he planned to go with this, either. But, he did know he wanted to have some fun.
He started by fumbling with Bottles’ belt, planning to leave him hanging with a little stimulation before undoing his own. He could feel Bottles’ jolt of panic under him, but he didn’t protest further.
Guero slipped down Bottles’ pants and boxers to pull out his cock. As he did so, he heard Bottles try to stifle something close to a gasp or a moan—he couldn’t tell which. Whatever it was, Guero did find it charming how awkward-yet-honest the other man was. He was just willing to let Guero do whatever he pleased, and he appreciated that.
Bottles’ cock was thick and heavy, Guero realized as he first wrapped his fingers around it. It wasn’t too long, though, its length only passing Guero’s fist by an inch or two. Before starting work on his own belt, Guero swiped his thumb over the already damp head, reveling in Bottles’ unsuccessful attempts to stay quiet.
“Sensitive,” Guero murmured. Bottles could tell it was pointed at him, but again, he decided to let the comment stay in the air. His mind was still spinning, in his defense. He knew it would make sense for him to participate or something, but he didn’t know what Guero was planning yet.
Bottles took hold of his cock in replacement of Guero, still too shaky to start moving, preferring to watch Guero instead. Which was definitely a mistake, as his cock very clearly twitched in his hand as Guero took out his own. It was a bit skinnier than Bottles’ with a slight curve, it wasn’t fully hard yet, which Guero fixed with a few quick strokes.
“Open up,” Guero said like it was a casual request, already resting his index and middle finger on Bottles lips. He continued, already feeling wide, unsure eyes boring into him without needing to look himself. “Relax, nothing too crazy. I’m just trying to make it feel better for the both of us.”
He gave another look at Bottles. One that said, we’re already gone this far, what’s a little more?
At that, Bottles complied, taking Guero’s fingers into his mouth. He clumsily maneuvered them around his mouth, trying his best to wet them without scraping them with his teeth. Are teeth bad in this situation? Does it matter? It wasn’t like he was sucking him off. Was that next? It wasn’t like he was a virgin, but this kind of sex was completely new to him. Though, he’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about it before.
“Fuck,” Bottles swore he heard the other man whisper. Somewhere between amusement and arousal. But, his eyes were much too out of focus, much like a lot of his senses, for him to be sure.
Satisfied, Guero removed his fingers and lazily wet both of their cocks in saliva. He leaned in, keeping his dry hand on Bottles’ shoulder and resting their sweat-damp foreheads together before working them both in his hand. He kept the pace slow at first, appreciating how sensitive Bottles was at the smallest bit of gratification—all of his weak moans and whines. Guero wondered how little he’d have to give to still turn the other man into a mess.
He stilled his hand, grinning at Bottles continuing to buck into him, but not mentioning it further. He dipped his head into the crook of the prospect’s neck and began to bite and suck with the intention to leave a mark.
As Guero expected, Bottles already let out a moan much louder than any he probably thought he could produce. Bottles tried to cover his mouth with his hand like before to suppress any more noise, but a hand caught his wrist before he could.
“Nope,” Guero said, breathy and light, barely removing himself from Bottles’ neck. He could feel the man’s heartbeat from where was. It was enough to make him dizzy. “I wanna hear all the sounds I’m getting out of you.”
To his delight, Bottles complied. Though hesitantly, he relaxed more into Guero’s touch, letting his moans escape from his mouth much more freely. He was thrusting into Guero’s hand so shamelessly, he wasn’t sure if he knew he was doing it.
Fuck, a part of Guero really wanted to finish him off like this; needy and desperate and loud. What he would give to cover him in enough bruises and bites for them to be permanent. Enough to permanently mark him as part of the club. As Guero’s.
Another part of Guero wanted him to rough him up until he was bleeding and begging.
He looked back at Bottles, who’s glasses somehow got lost in everything. If he wasn’t red before, he sure as hell was now. Eyes darting everywhere except at the man over him. Some hickeys were already blooming on his neck and jaw—reddish pink setting fondly into his skin.
Guero let a few beads of saliva fall out of his mouth and onto his hand, hastily re-wetting their cocks, stroking them much faster than before. He did originally want to draw this out further, but damn, if he was here any longer, neither of them would ever get back to Santo Padre.
He set his forehead back against Bottles’, their moans hungry and low as they tried to reach the high together. At least, that was Guero’s intention. Bottles, on the other hand, was inexplicably fixated on Guero’s lips.
They were pink and bruised and painfully close to Bottles’ face. He wanted to kiss him so badly. He wasn’t sure why, it just felt right. Maybe he was just a romantic like that. Though, he wasn’t sure any of this could be considered romantic. He decided against it, figuring if Guero wanted to, he would’ve done it already.
Rather than cluttering his mind with all the things he’d like to do, conceded to what he could do—get lost in all the senses overtaking him. His heartbeat pounding back into his ears. The sound of skin hitting slick skin echoing through the van. Guero’s hot breath and giggly moans hitting his face. The hand around his and Guero's cock that was moving like he’d done this hundreds of times over.
His wrist was still caught in Guero’s free hand. Light enough that it wouldn’t take much effort to break free, but Bottles didn’t move.
Bottles came first with a much too loud whimper, his orgasm washing over him in waves. Cum spilt over Guero’s fingers as he continued to stroke their cocks together. Overstimulation buzzed through Bottles as Guero reached his climax as well, both of them groaning and gasping into each other as they came down from their high.
Eventually, Guero sat back up, as much as he would’ve liked to pass out in the crook of Bottles’ neck. He licked some of the mess of cum off his hand before he noticed Bottles staring. “Did you want some?”
“Fuck off,” Bottles said, rolling his eyes.
After tucking his dick back into his pants, Guero removed himself from Bottles' lap, sitting beside him as they caught their breath—stretching his back as he settled down. It was probably a bad idea to stay hunched over like that for so long. He could notice Bottles stretching out his legs, too. Though, he couldn't say he regretted it.
The windows were fogged up, as well. Guero couldn’t say he was surprised.
They sat like that for some time, staring forward at the trunk door of the van, both of them trying to come up with something to say that wouldn’t make it too awkward. Or, at least more awkward than they assumed the other person thought it was. Neither of them could find anything they liked.
“Hey, can you do me a favor?” Guero started after a while, turning over to face Bottles, who was putting on his slightly foggy glasses. Its casualness cut through the silence like a knife.
“Yeah?—” Bottles attempted to respond before being cut off with an oddly tender kiss.
Contains: Smut, MFM threesome, fluff, friendly rivalries. No beta read, probably full of mistakes I can't see.
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Out of desperation, Bishop hires a real bartender.
Thank you to @burningtacozombie for the gif.
You looked over the ad, "The pay's alright but I don't think I'm going to gel well here, the poster I picked up didn't exactly say I would be working at a biker clubhouse."
Bishop swallowed and shot a look at Hank; you were the most qualified person they had spoken to all week, and the drinks you had whipped up were to die for, "We realise not putting the location on the ad wasn't the best idea but we're desperate. We can't keep people long and well, we're bikers, we like to drink."
You nodded, "Yep and I've been there and done that, I'm not interested in spending my night being disrespected. At least in a bar, I can get the fucker kicked out."
Hank held up his hands, "If you wanna toss someone, you can. The girls that are left could really use a hand. I promise we're nicer than we look."
You sighed, "Fine, a two week trial, you do sound desperate. But I ain't putting up with any shit and don't think I'm not going to take someone's keys from them."
Bishop smiled and stuck out his hand, "Done, you're hired."
You shook it and sighed before shaking Hank's hand too, "I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting two weeks."
That was two months ago, and aside from a few growing pains and walking out with all the other women in the middle of a party after a particularly rude Mayan took it one step too far, things had been amazing.
"I'll get an old fashioned please." You mixed the drink in a flash and slid it across the bar to Bishop, "Thanks."
You smiled, "Don't mention it. I know I've asked you this before but have you considered broadening your horizons? Maybe try something a little different."
Bishop sighed, "What do you recommend?"
You ran a finger over the liquor bottles, "You ever had a dark and stormy?"
He shrugged, "Probably."
"Ok then, when that's drained, you can give it another go." Bishop walked away with his drink and Guero and Bottles filled the space.
Guero gave you his trademark smirk and you handed him a beer, "What do you want? I know that look."
He chuckled, "Who do you like more, me or Mr Magoo?"
The question seemed to roll off Bottles' back, "I'm not going to answer that."
Bottles smiled, "Nah, we want to know."
You shook your head, "No, and if you keep this up, I'm cutting you both off."
Guero looked you up and down, "That's what we like about you y/n, this take no prisoners attitude is very hot."
You huffed, "You've both made your attraction pretty clear and it's not happening, I'm not going to be your tool to show up the prospect."
"Maybe we're just going to ask you to have a drink with us." Bottles hadn't yet developed the charm that some of the patched members had and if it wasn't so cute, you might have felt sorry for him.
"Come on y/n, I wouldn't be showing him up, we'd be helping the poor boy. You see how shy he is." You rolled your eyes but Guero continued, "All this flirting we've been doing has to go somewhere, just say yes and we'll show you a good time."
There was no denying they were attractive, and if the rumours you heard around the clubhouse were true, they knew what they were doing, "I'm not going to have sex with Bottles because you wanna torment him about it, that's really gross dude."
Bottles smiled, "That's not what it is, he's got a big mouth and I want to prove him wrong."
You blinked, you had no idea where his sudden confidence came from, "What fucking cave did you two crawl out of?"
Guero raised a hand in placation, "It ain't like that, we like you and we want to show you a good time, if you'll let us."
You sighed, "Fine, but no fucking bullshit and this doesn't mean I'm getting passed around." You held up a finger as the smirk grew on Guero's face, "Any fuckin bullshit and I'm putting you both out on your asses, understand?" They both nodded aggressively, "Good, I'll see you at my place tomorrow at six and bring food."
****
You rubbed your face as they fought over the last spring roll, "I swear to shit, cut it in half or I'll eat it." They stopped like little boys caught in the middle of roughhousing and did as you asked, "Thank you."
Bottles shifted in his seat and pushed up his glasses, "Thank you for agreeing to this."
You smiled, "You're both very handsome and I'm hoping to have fun too, it's not a big ask."
The corner of Guero's lip ticked up, "Oh, you're going to have more than fun."
You rolled your eyes, "If you keep bragging, I'm going to think you're overcompensating for something."
"Oh trust me, I'm compensating just the right amount." Sometimes his smug tone made you want to punch him.
Bottles shook his head, "You don't need to worry about that with me, I'm secure."
"You know, it might serve you to be this confident all the time, I like this side of you." He positively beamed at your praise. Guero kicked him under the table and you slapped his chest, "None of that, be nice to him."
Bottles smiled, "Yeah, be nice to me."
Guero's jaw ticked, "You are so in for it Prospect."
You shook your head and stood up, "I'm going to fix up the bedroom, I expect my kitchen to be clean by the time I invite you into my bed." Guero would have taken the chance to make Bottles do it had you not stopped him, "Both of you. You don't want me thinking you're lazy would you?"
Guero shook his head, "I love cleaning."
"Sure you do, you got ten minutes." With that, you headed to the bedroom and left them to rile each other up for the upcoming fun.
At eight minutes, you walked out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen, looking around before smiling, "Great job, shall we?"
Guero slapped Bottles on the back and grinned, "We shall."
You followed them into the bedroom and Guero flopped himself on the chair by the bed while Bottles stood in the middle of the room, "You're not taking part?"
Guero's tongue darted out and licked his lower lip, "I'm alright with watching, I'll step in when he can't do the job right."
You ignored him and stepped closer to Bottles, taking his glasses off his face and handing them to Guero without looking at him. "Are you sure you're alright with this? I don't want you to do anything you're not one hundred percent into."
He laid hands on your cheeks and smiled, "I'm really alright with this, trust me." He leaned in closer and bumped your nose with his, "Can I kiss you?"
You nodded, "Yes, I would like that." His lips were gentle when he pressed them to yours, holding a quiet confidence that made your skin burst out into gooseflesh.
One hand left your face and made its way down your body to unbutton your top before sliding it off your shoulders, "Holy shit."
You could feel Guero eyes on your body as he took in your bare skin, and you broke the kiss, "It's just my back dude."
He chuckled, "Yeah, but I can tell you got a hot bra on, and the Prospect's too busy kissing you to appreciate it."
Sure enough, when you turned back, Bottle's eyes were stuck on your lace covered breast, "It is a nice bra."
You nodded, "Yeah, you wanna take it off me?"
Bottle's hands rushed to remove it as his lips found yours again, "Wow Prospect, I thought you were a virgin but the way that bra came off makes me think we might be alright yet."
You broke the kiss again and shot a look at Guero, "You did crawl out of a cave, virginity isn't real."
Guero chuckled, "Sorry, continue."
Bottles' lips moved to your neck when you turned back this time, that same quiet confidence coming through as his hand moved to your breast to play with your nipple. His hand went to your ribcage and pulled you close as the other moved down to the zipper of your jeans, "Can I?"
You nodded, "Yes please." The zipper came open and a warm hand slid inside before settling over your covered core to cup you through your panties.
"You gonna take her jeans off Prospect? It ain't fair that you're keeping her all of yourself." Again, there was something in Guero's tone that made you want to punch him, he was clearly enjoying the power.
Bottles pushed your panties aside and his fingers grazed your bare flesh, "How about you come over here and do it yourself, I'm busy."
Guero hopped up with a skip in his step and took two long strides over to the middle of the room. His hand were warm as he ran his knuckles up and down your sides, getting lower and lower with each pass before finally going low enough to pull your jeans down your legs, "Did you dress up for us?"
Bottles' calloused fingers finally making direct contact with your clit made it hard to reply, "I think she did, but unlike you, I'm grateful for it."
Guero went to reply, but you mustered your own, "I did it for me, I like nice lingerie. As far as you know, I could have been wearing something like this four nights a week."
Bottles swallowed and flicked his eyes to Guero who smirked, "Our bad, apologise Prospect."
Bottles didn't respond, and your panties went next while he gathered wetness from your entrance before sliding two of his thick fingers inside you. Guero stepped back, flopped on the bed, and pet the spot beside him, "You two wanna join me?"
You whimpered as Bottles pulled his fingers out and stepped backwards towards the bed, sitting on the edge as Bottles stepped between your legs, "You're both overdressed."
You reached out, pulled Bottles' belt free and yanked his jeans down while he removed his shirt and then a bare chest was being pressed against your back and Guero's lips grazing your neck, "Hey, fuck off, it's my turn."
Guero sat back, propped up on the headboard and smirked, "Sorry man, you were just taking forever."
You shook your head in disbelief, "Do I get a say in any of this you fucking troglodytes?"
Bottles suddenly looked very smug, "What do you want?"
You heard Guero's jeans coming off as they waited for your answer, "I want you to fuck me."
Bottles grinned and leaned over, forcing you to lie back, "I can do that."
You made your way up the bed and settled on the pillows and Guero bent over to take you into a kiss. His hand found your cheek and he pulled back while his thumb stroked your skin, "You want me to fuck you too or are you going to make me sit here and watch?"
Eyes got wide as you watched Guero's hand slide down his body to take his dick out, "Holy shit."
Guero chuckled, "That's not an answer."
You blinked, "That thing is fucking huge, what the fuck do you want me to do with it?"
Guero shrugged, "Whatever you want, I'm not fussed."
Bottles tapped your hip gently and drew your attention back to him, "Well you can decide later because I want to make you feel good, can I do that?"
You nodded, "Yes please."
Guero stroked his dick lazily, "So polite, who knew you had such great manners. Did you know about that Prospect?"
Bottles was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive, "She's always sweet to me, it's not my fault you're an asshole."
"Can someone please do something before I have an aneurism?" No reply came from either of them as Bottles made his way all the way up the bed and hovered over you. His lips touched yours, the kissed deeper this time as his free hand rubbed your outer thigh and you placed one hand on his side and the other reached out to grab Guero's cock.
Bottles grabbed your wrist and shook his head, "Don't."
"But I want to." Your tone was far more desperate than you intended
Guero looked for you to Bottles and chuckled, "Yeah Prospect, she wants to. Are you going to deny such a beautiful woman?"
You could see the wheels turning to Bottles head before he let your hand go, "Alright, only because you've been so good."
Guero wrapped his hand over yours and placed it over his dick, moving in a barely there stroke, "Like that yeah?"
You nodded, "Ok." He smiled and leaned back, enjoying the sensation as he watched Bottles' lips return to your skin.
You slid your hand from Bottles' side and removed his boxers and his hard cock sprung free, "Well look at that, the Prospect's packing too. Who knew?"
Bottles chuckled, "Yeah, and unlike you, I know how to use it."
You huffed, "Can someone please fucking do something instead of just bickering, I could have gotten myself off five times by now."
Bottles smiled and nibbled your neck as he made his way to your breast, and Guero's hand wrapped over yours again as he tightened your grip slightly before pulling away once more. Bottles lips wrapped around your nipple as his hand came up to play with the other but Guero slapped it away, "You don't get to have all the fun, I've barely touched her."
Bottles took the chance to take to the hand that was on your breast and place it back between your legs, and you took in a breath as he went right back to where he was before, with his fingers sliding inside you.
Guero's finger moved in broad, teasing circles, his fingertips bearly touching your breasts as he moved closer to your nipple. Bottles, however, was kissing your flesh like it contained the answer to the universe. Before you could relax into the feeling, Bottles was pulling away and kissing down your body to your core.
Guero picked up the slack, his hands becoming more insistent as he had more room to work, and Bottles' fingertips crooked upwards to brush your G-spot as he used his other hand to lift your legs over his shoulders. He lifted his head and made eye contact with you before giving you a soft smile, "Can I?"
You nodded and wove your hand into his hair, "Please." His lips sealed around your clit and Guero shuffled down so he was lying next to you before taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss. Guero swallowed your moans as Bottles worked you closer to the edge, all the teasing and stopping finally catching up with you as the orgasm rushed towards you like an oncoming train.
You bit down on Guero's pillowy lower lip and he let out a feral grunt as your hand tightened around his cock. You pushed Bottles head closer and ground yourself on his face as your clenched around his fingers and Guero broke the kiss to watch as pleasure overtook your body, "Fuck, that's so fucking hot."
Bottles pulled back and wiped his face with his palm and kissed back up your body, taking your chin in between his fingers and pulling your head away from Guero and towards him as he took you into a kiss. Guero's breath caught in his throat, but before you could act on it, Bottles grabbed both your wrists and pressed them into the pillow by your head, "Keep them there."
Guero was taken aback but recovered quickly, "I was going to complain but this might be better than the handjob."
Bottles removed his hands from your wrists and slid them down your body and bent your knees so he could slot himself in the space between them, "Condoms?"
"Top drawer." Guero twisted himself around and reached over, rifling through the drawer with a smile before pausing to look at something.
A smirk grew on his face as he pulled out a bullet vibe, "What's this?"
He and Bottles shared a look but you shook your head, "Next time."
"Alright, next time it is." Guero shot Bottles a pointed look and when he stayed quiet, the box of condoms was lobbed at his head, "You got something stuck in your throat? She's saying there's going to be a next time."
Bottles' brain caught up with his dick because he was grinning, "Hell yeah, I can't wait."
He picked the condoms up from where they had landed and pulled one out of the packet before opening it and sliding it over his cock. His hands ran up and down your legs as you threw them over his waist and he rubbed his cock up and down your slit and looked into your eyes in a request for permission, "Please."
He slid inside you slowly, biting back his moan as he bottomed out. Guero rested his hand on your cheek and turned your head towards him for another kiss as his hand returned to his dick. Bottles rocked his hips slowly, working up to a steady pace as he held himself above you on his elbows.
You pulled your hands off the pillow and wrapped them around his body, Bottles making no move to stop you as his hips picked up speed. Beside you, Guero tutted and slapped Bottles' shoulder before pushing him slightly, "Have you forgotten something man?"
Bottles hips barely slowed as he shook his head and Guero rearranged himself so he could slide his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, "The fucking basics man."
It took a few thrusts for them to get the rhythm but before long, the sensations overwhelmed you, "I didn't fucking forget man."
Guero smirked, "Ah I see, if you can't handle it I can take over."
"No, please don't stop." That only spurred Bottles on as he picked up speed, and then he was the one batting Guero's hand away as he took over. There was more light shoving as Guero pressed his lips to yours, and Bottles kissed your neck, giving you no time to warn with as the second orgasm swept over you.
Bottles' pace faltered, and they swapped places as he climbed his own high. Through the haze of pleasure, you were vaguely aware that Guero was nibbling bruises into your neck, but before you could protest, Bottles' breath shuddered, and he pulsed inside you.
Your hips twitched as Bottles pulled out and rolled off you with a chuckle, "Sorry."
Guero huffed, "He's not sorry, look at him." He rolled you over onto your side facing him and took your head in his hands, "Don't worry y/n, I'll be nicer to you."
Bottles settled behind you with his chest pressed against your back and ran his hands up and down your body while he pressed his lips to your upper back, "Do you believe him?"
Guero was brushing your sweat stuck hair from your face with a gentle smile, "I do."
There was a rush to find the condoms and Guero paused like he was deep in thought as he held the little square package, "What is it?"
He smiled, "I'm thinking about whether I should go down on you first, it's no fair that the Prospect gets all the fun."
You thought for a moment, "I think that might be a bit too much, my brain feels like it's swimming in maple syrup."
Guero smiled, "Maple syrup, are you a secret Canadian?"
You shook your head, "No, I was worried if I said chocolate syrup you'd leave us to get a hot fudge parfait."
Guero chuckled and pecked your cheek, "I wouldn't dream of it and that's alright, I'm happy to skip to the main event." He rolled the condom down his dick and lifted your leg over his hip before running his cock up and down your slit, "You wanna keep going? You don't need to say yes, we can do something else if you're done."
You smiled, "No, I want to keep going."
Bottles chuckled behind you and reached over to shove Guero lightly, "Who's denying the beautiful woman now?"
Guero snorted, "Hey, I'm being a gentleman." He sighed and his lips met yours as he began a slow, steady slide inside you. He paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his ample size before slowly rocking his hips, "You good?" His voice was tightly, clearly feeling the outcome of his own delayed pleasure.
You nodded, "Yep."
Bottles pulled you away from Guero and you twisted towards him like a pretzel so he could kiss you while Guero's hips picked up speed, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Guero exhaled sharply, "You wanna say that again?" Guero's fingers found your clit in an instant and he flashed a grin at Bottles, "I don't forget." He rolled his hips into you and Bottles swallowed your gasp as Guero brushed your G-spot with each forceful stroke.
Your breath caught in your throat and Bottle's lips turned gentle on yours, the mix of rough and gentle intensifying the sensations even. Bottles didn't let you pull your lips away to warn Guero of your oncoming release and you swore you could hear something break in his brain as you clenched around him, "Fucking fuck."
Guero yanked you away from Bottles and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that left your head spinning as he followed behind you, taking his hand from your clit and gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises.
Guero rolled away from you and you flopped onto your back, unable to move much more without rolling onto Bottles, "Fuck that was amazing."
Guero chuckled, "You said it Prospect."
You sighed and pushed yourself up, "I really need to go have a shower, I'm all sweaty."
Bottles followed, looking helpful as always, "We can join you, I had a look at your shower and it will fit all three of us."
Guero shook his head, "What are you talking about Prospect, I'm going to help y/n clean up and you're going to change the sheets."
You crossed your arms over your chest, "Nope, I'm going to shower all by myself and you're both going to change the sheets, they're in the drawers under the bed and there are spare pillows in the cupboard." Guero glared at Bottles and you held up a finger, "No fighting or you'll be sleeping on the porch."
Bottles eyes went wide, "I wasn't fighting, it's all him."
You shook your head and turned on your heel, "Don't think I can't see how you rile him up. I'll be out in ten, that should be enough time."
Thankfully, when you came out of the bathroom, there were fresh sheets on the bed and they were getting along. They took turns in the bathroom and Bottles was thoughtful enough to bring you a glass of water while Guero glared at him.
You stretched and yawned then climbed into bed, Geruo and Bottles following after you, "So, who do you like more, me or Bottles?"
You shook your head, "I like you both equally now can I please get some sleep, I'm worn out."
Bottles chuckled, "That's my plan but I get the feeling that he's going to want to talk."
Guero reached over you and shoved him, "Do not, I know when to shut up, unlike you."
You huffed and climbed over Guero to turn off the lamp, "Goodnight, both of you."
They got the message because they arranged themselves so they could touch you, with all your legs entangled in a mess, while placing their arms strategically over you. Guero pressed his lips to your temple, "Goodnight y/n."
Bottles went next with his lips falling on your cheek, "Goodnight, thank you for tonight."
Guero kicked him softly, "Show off."
Fin
Y'all want this to become a thing? I'm not above making this a thing, where's there's I love yous and non sexual cuddling.
I just watched season 5 episode 10. Mayans is over. I’m not sharing anything about the episode or even the season in this post. I have lots of feelings about it though, some good & yes, some bad. But, regardless Mayans is my favorite show. Of all time, and of course Sons of Anarchy is right there with it. I’m so sad that it’s over. So sad. But I don’t feel the same way I did when Sons ended. And that’s because of all of the amazing writers here on Tumblr keeping these characters alive! Of course the stories are all so different than the show, and honestly, I am really grateful for that. These characters will live on because of your writings. So thank you. (I know I will forget people & forgive me) but here’s a hug & love to just a few of my fellow Mayan lovers!
