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.
"Is this okay? Did I do well?" - Yandere Prompt with Bottles
Summary: After a night out, Bottles finds that you're jealous of another girl, and he absolutely cannot have that.
Warnings: Major overstimulation, tears, oral sex, bondage, Bottles is a munch
A/N: This adorable man just brings out something unhinged in me
@mama-mischief it’s up 🫣
A sob breaks from your lips as you shudder, your thighs a tense and quivering mess. Instinct tells you to close them, to protect your clit from the assault it's been enduring, and you would if you didn't have your ankles bound to the bed posts. Your legs are spread wide, ankles feeling raw from your flailing against the bindings as Bottles makes you come for what feels like the millionth time now.
How many it actually was, you weren't sure. You stopped counting after 7.
It was pure torture now, the line between pleasure and pain so muddied and blurred, you could barely see, let alone form words. You still tried though.
"B-Bottles...babe...baby...p-ple-please."
You can't seem to get anything else out despite trying for a while now. You begged and pleaded after the fourth orgasm for him to let up, but he'd done the exact opposite, his forearm casing you down by the pelvis, his mouth eating you like a man starved. Now you were on the brink of losing consciousness as this shy man devoured you like a feral animal.
He ignores you still for a handul of seconds more, continuing to use the tip of his nose to abuse your clit while he laps at your hole, tongue slithering within you like the devil he is for putting you through this. Alas he pulls away from you, face a mess in both his spit and your arousal as he answers, voice full of rasp and determination as he looked up at your with pure adoration in his eyes.
"Not yet. I don't think it's enough. You have to know that you're the only one for me. I wasn't even looking at her, you have to know that. You're the only one. I have to make you see that."
His mouth is back on you then and tears spill from the corners of you eyes as you curse your little jealous teasing from earlier. You were both at a club party, Bottles hustling around doing every little task the boys asked of him. EZ had finally given him a break and of course, he had used to seek you out, eager to look at your beautiful face and spend time with you. Apart from the club, his entire world revolved around you. You were his angel. His goddess. His diamond. From the moment he had laid eyes on you, you had consumed him. You were everything to him.
So when you had teasingly scolded him tonight, saying that you were jealous of the girl with the cherry red hair who had gotten to work the bar with him because she had gotten more of his attention than you, he hadn't taken it lightly. He hadn't taken it as a joke at all, actually.
And now here you were. He'd begged you to let him worship you when you'd gotten home and you'd obliged, letting the meek Prospect tie you up. You'd had no idea what you were in for and it was a mistake that you would live to regret for at least the next few days.
"I do! I believe you! Please baby!"
You felt his mouth falter and he pulled away some, looking up at you through fogged glasses.
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
You prayed he would believe you, your pussy not able to take another second. After a few seconds more, he sighed and sat up some, pupils blown as they looked down at you splayed out before him, an absolute mess.
"Is this okay? Did I do well?"
You nodded feverishly, words still escaping you for the moment. The Prospect nodded and then gently undid the bindings on your ankles, calloused fingers rubbing comfortingly at the raw skin. He pulled your legs up into his lap as he sat down beside you on the bed, lips kissing along your ankles and the tops of your feet.
"I don't even know her, barely."
You nodded again, your breathing slowly coming down to a normal pace, your eyes spaced out still as you gazed up at him.
content. sfw, fluff, domestic fluff, minor hurt/comfort, minor possessiveness, established relationship
word count. 0.5k
a/n. this guy is slowly overtaking my brain and i needed to write it down (psst. any bottles enjoyers pls talk to me there needs to be more of us in the world).
With his work at the club, you both find it hard to find time for each other, but somehow Bottles always finds a way. Usually, it’s something small like a movie night at your house or cooking dinner together. It doesn’t matter to him, though, as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter what you two do.
Speaking of cooking dinner together, Bottles is an exceptionally good cook. He’s lived on his own for a long time, so it initially was out of necessity, but eventually it turned into an actual hobby for him. When he was by himself, he was usually too busy to make anything too elaborate. But when he started dating you, he finally had an excuse to dust off some old family recipes or make some of the more complicated things he’s had in his head for so long.
Bottles’ is a classic romance kind of guy. He’s going to open every door, pay for every meal, and carry every bag if you let him. He’d kiss your hand every time he took you home after a date, which he did try before you stopped him. I picture him as always wanting that kind of relationship when he was younger, always watching old school romance movies and fixating on the endless ways the characters express their love for each other.
You were able to tell he was attracted to you faster than he was. Though, it wasn’t hard to tell. His fidgeting whenever he used to talk to you, the gaze from him you could practically feel whenever you were around the clubhouse. As fun as it was to watch him squirm around you, you decided to make a move a couple weeks in.
Oh, he loves PDA. Whenever you’re walking around Santo Padre together, expect an arm wrapped around your waist the entire time. Or him quickly grabbing your hand after you get off from work.
You have found one of the most sweet and loyal boys out there, but also one of the most insecure. Whenever you’re out together, he’ll never leave your side. It takes a while for him to tell you about his past and how he found the club, but there are always some bad days. Days where he just needs your hands in his hair and his arms around your waist.
He’s pretty quick to jealousy. It’s nothing serious, but if someone gets a little too close to you, you can practically feel the heat radiating off him. Usually, he doesn’t want to make a scene, settling for a hand on your hips or thighs pulling you closer instead. But if he’s drunk enough, he’s absolutely willing to knock a guy out for you.
You were probably met because you were connected to the club in some way or frequent a place Bottles went to regularly. He’s quick to catch a crush, but actually falling for someone needs to be slow and deliberate. Someone he can always look to after a stressful day. Someone that doesn’t expect him to always be Bottles from the clubhouse. He likes that he’s able to have a place he can belong with you. He likes that he’s able to have a place he can belong with you.
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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Okay I've got another request for you. This time it's for Bottles. Let's go with prompt 8, 31, 24, and 25.
Welcome back! Bottles with these prompts?! Hell yes! As always my stories are 18+! lets get to the magic!
Prompts:
8: Your drunk. No i'm not
31. Jealous?
24. No panties?
25. Don't act shy now.
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A Near Loss
The party at the clubhouse was in full swing when you slunk behind the bar where Bottles was. You had had your eyes on him since he first joined up. There was something about him that called to you and you wanted him, status in the club be damned.
Bottles smiled slightly as he felt your arms wrap around him from behind. He couldn't deny you were beautiful and he knew anyone would be lucky to have your attention. He had been given strict instructions to not be caught with his hands on you ever. Yet here he was again with your hands on him. He was starting to wonder if this was a test to be honest. No way you were actually interested in some guy like him.
"You should stop playing bar tender and come dance with me" you whispered standing on your tip toes to get closer to his ear. Bottles swallowed hard as he felt your body pressed tighter to him and your hands slip down to his belt. He glanced up quickly to where EZ the club president and one of your brothers sat talking to some other members.
Following his gaze you rolled your eyes before moving in front of him your hands never leaving his belt. "Orrrrrr" you started to say as your hands quickly undid his belt bringing his attention back to you. "I could hang out under the bar" you finished with a wink as you slid the zipper down as you started to drop to the floor. The look on Bottles face was priceless as he quickly yanked you back up, his eyes even bigger than normal behind his glasses as he frantically looked around to make sure no one had noticed.
"Stop it. Your drunk." stated Bottles as he held your hands firmly at your sides before taking several steps back from you. He could feel his jeans getting tighter and swallowed hard as he tried to get his breathing evened out.
"No, I'm not. You served me my one and only drink two hours ago" you chuckled lightly trying to ignore the feeling of irritation that was building. "But fine. You don't want all this?" you continued as you used your hands to pull his attention down your body before shrugging. "I'm sure someone else will be happy too take care of me" you finished before patting his shoulder and disappearing into the crowd. Bottles sighed heavily before leaning against the bar.
***
"What's up with you Miss Attitude?" inquired Guero as you slammed yourself down into the chair between him and Coco as they watched Angel and Gilly play pool against members from another charter.
"Nothing" you practically growled as you glared at your brother Angel. You knew he and EZ had to have made you off limits.
Coco followed the glare and chuckled. "In my friends defense mama. He was aiming more for guys in the other charters and Boy Scout said everyone" he offered as he took a drag on his cigarette.
"Of course he did. Always has to control everything and everyone" you replied as you folded your arms and kicked your legs up onto the chair across from you. "I do have to give props to Bottles though I was pretty much on my knees and had his zipper down and he still said no" you added.
"Don't tell me that. Puts me in a bad place with your brother" sighed Coco as he shook his head and laughed.
"I have an idea. Come on" stated Guero as he finished his bear and grabbed your hand as he stood up.
***
Bottles had watched you and Guero disappear into the storage room a few minutes ago. Hands roaming all over and you giggling as he whispered something in your ear. He felt a burning anger as he cleaned up behind the bar and hadn't noticed EZ approach.
"You can join the party for the night. You did a good job today" stated EZ making Bottles jump and pull himself from his thoughts. "Thanks" he replied as he nodded looking up at EZ who was looking around the clubhouse. "You seen my little sister lately?" asked EZ his eyes landing back on him.
"No. Last I saw her was an hour ago maybe? I think she said she was going outside" lied Bottles as he pretended to look around the crowded clubhouse. EZ nodded before walking off. Bottles walked over to the storage door and hesitated for a moment before barging in and slamming the door behind him.
"Took you long enough" muttered Guero as he looked over your shoulder at Bottles who was vibrating with anger at seeing you straddling his friend. You smirked as you turned to look over your shoulder at him.
"EZ is looking for you. I lied and told him you were outside so can you two hurry the fuck up" snapped Bottles his voice low with anger. Guero snorted as he watched Bottles ball up his fist at his sides. "Someone jealous?" he inquired with a raised brow before moving his hands down to the hem of your dress lifting it up.
"No" snapped Bottles as he closed his eyes not wanting to look.
"Seems like you are" you murmured as you stood up and walked over to him letting your nails trail down his chest. His breathing hitched and you smiled wickedly. "Come on Bottles" you purred as your hands made their way to his belt.
Without a word Bottles had you spun pinning you against the door with his body. You yelped in surprise but didn't struggle as you felt him grind his bulge against your ass. You moaned at the feel of the fabric and felt heat pool between your legs. Bottles breathing was ragged as he grinded against you as his mind clouded with lust.
"Please" you whined as you pushed back on him to get more friction making your dress bunch up. Bottles gulped before yanking his belt off and shoving his jeans and boxers to the floor letting his hardened cock spring forth.
"Bend over" he ordered as he yanked your dress up revealing your bare ass and soaked core to him. Bottles smiled slightly before running his tip through your slick folds eliciting a moan from you as you pushed back slightly. "Fuck. No panties?" he asked even though it was evident as he started to slide in you before a small cough behind him dragged his attention back to Guero.
"Shit" muttered Bottles as he started to pull out making you whine as he pulled your dress back down. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Don't act shy now man. I just wanted to make sure you remembered I was here. Turn her around so I can see her face" replied Guero with a laugh as he locked eyes with his friend.
A couple minutes later Bottles was pounding into you relentlessly. His grip on your hips tight enough that you knew you would have bruises. Your release poured down your legs as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Bottles didn't stop though, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm and into another before his pace faltered he slammed deep into you one more time as your body milked his own release from him.
Hey hey! After that lovely Juice fix you gave me, could I get E #3 with Bottles?
You may! I hope this didn’t disappoint !!
Just you and me {Bottles}
Warnings: dark! bottles, death, mentions of blood, fem! reader, very short.
Walking inside her house the last thing Y/n expected to see was her boyfriend’s lifeless body lying on the ground, blood pooling around him. “Angel!” she cried falling to her knees beside him, failing to see the figure standing in the corner of the room.
“He’s not gonna magically come back to life.” A voice spoke causing the girl to snap her head back around, watching as he stepped out of the darkness.
“Bottles? What did you do!” She cried her hands still covering the bullet hole in Angels chest.
“He was stealing you away from me. Should have heard the things he was saying about you. Things only I can ever do. I removed the problem. You should be thanking me.” He smirked, tilting his head slightly, a gun still in his hand.
“You’re sick!” She snapped, her body starting to shake, “You killed him!”
“Yeah? And I’ll kill anyone else who tries to take you from me, baby.” He spoke, his tone twisted yet soft. “Now stand up.” He added, raising the gun towards her. “You’re gonna get in my car, I’m gonna leave everything here including my patch and we’re gonna start a new life together. Somewhere far and secluded. Just you and me.”
Contains: Smut, MFM threesome, fluff, friendly rivalries. No beta read, probably full of mistakes I can't see.
4K words
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.
Summary: They’ve been through a lot together and Bottles knows (Name) better than anyone. And he uses that to his advantage to pop the question.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): idiots in love, tooth rotting fluff, Bottles being an adorable dork.
Word Count: 1187
A/N: this may or may not be loosely based on my own current habit of saving Monster can tabs. 😅plus Bottles is too adorable!
Tags: @staley83
(Name) has been dating Bottles for almost a year now. They’d grown up next door to each other, best friends from the moment they could walk. Even when they began to drift apart in social groups they stayed good friends outside of that.
When he started prospecting she’d supported him. Making jokes about him being sure she would never beat the ‘trailer trash’ allegation. Dating a biker and all.
He always shot back that her addiction to energy drinks, particularly Monsters, did that better than he ever could.
Their relationship was one of mutual teasing. They gave each other a hard time but always wound up kissing right afterward. When she was around he seemed more confident. Like instead of being a bumbling idiot around the insanely confident girl his dorky ass had managed to bag he was the man she knew he could be.
He was still dorky and soft hearted with her, but that was what she liked about him. How sweet he was with her. She wasn’t used to being treated tenderly, except by him. Everyone else she’d dated or had been interested in her in the past had used or abused her in some way.
But not Bottles.
He treated her like a goddess. Made her feel safe to be vulnerable. She liked that about him. That she could cry and he would do his best to fix what was wrong if he could. He was willing to talk about their relationship. Make plans.
She spent long hours up at the clubhouse as he got nearer to earning his full patch. Because she knew the second that he was a fully patched member he’d be asking her to take the title as his Old Lady, he’d been talking about that a lot. And she was excited for it. It was like one step more in their relationship that she could not wait to take.
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She’d broken her wrist recently so she hadn’t been up at the clubhouse as much, as it hurt to drive. It had to be her dominant hand too. But a lockdown was called so she had to make her way there. Bottles would be staying behind as the prospect to keep things under control. He knew this was a big responsibility.
The afternoon the guys would be leaving (Name) was sitting in a lawn chair outside reading a book, the clubhouse being too stuffy for her and she enjoyed feeling the sun on her skin. There were a few guys milling around waiting for all the big bosses of the club to finish their private Templo meeting.
She was drinking her usual before lunch Monster and enjoying the moment of peace before all the club members leaving would be rolling out. She sighed as she’d killed the last of her energy drink. Frowning slightly as she looked at the top of the can.
She looked up when she felt a presence she knew beside her. Bottles was clearing up trash again. He held his hand out for her can and she handed it to him. Instead of just crushing it and tossing it like he’d done with the soda and beer cans he was picking up he set the trash bag down, and fiddled with the tab until it popped off easily. She laughed and held out her hand for him to drop it into.
“Your Monster tab, weirdo,” he teased her before continuing his rounds to pick up trash.
“You knew I was like this when you asked me out, dork!” She called back.
“I still swear I wasn’t in my right mind,” he called back.
“Well it’s too late to get rid of me now!” She said laughing.
Not that Bottles would ever want to get rid of her. He was crazy about her.
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A few days passed, club members coming and going, but their families and loved ones were expected to stay put at the clubhouse. And every day when she finished her Monster, Bottles would come grab the empty can and pop the tab off for her since she couldn’t with her broken wrist. The others had caught on to what he was doing and she’d had to explain she collected the tabs.
It was kinda common to do. She made jewelry and other little art pieces out of them.it was fun. And they came in so many colors it was easy to make something unique out of them every time.
When the lockdown was finally over everyone knew of her weird tab collection.
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Even after her wrist had healed, and even at home, Bottles kept up the habit of popping the tabs off for her. It almost hurt his feelings if she did it before him. So she just let him keep doing it. It made them both smile. And it had become second nature.
Even the day he got his full patch, having come home that afternoon telling her about a party that night, with his kutte displaying the proper patches proudly. She had kissed him deeply and he’d called her his Old Lady for the first time. She’d smiled widely and kissed him again. She liked it.
He’d brought her back to the clubhouse with him, buzzing with excitement for his new status. Lowest rung on the ladder or not. He was a full patch, not a prospect anymore. She knew it was going to be a late night so she was drinking an extra cup nearby drink for the night. She typically only had one around lunch and it lasted her. But with the late night a party celebrating her man was promising she wanted to be able to be up for most of it.
Everyone was having a good time and it was nice to be able to mingle with the guys who had become her friends and not have her boyfriend…Old Man…behind the bar or doing other bitch work.
When she’d finished her Monster like usual, Bottles had taken the can and popped the tab off. She was engaged in the story that Guero was telling and just held her hand out to Bottles for the tab, like she always did. It was second nature after all. But what he’d dropped into her hand wasn’t the tab.
She jolted and looked into her hand where a simple golden engagement ring sat. She looked at Bottles then, who had the goofiest grin on his face. He’d asked Guero to distract her for him so she wasn’t paying attention when he popped the tab off her can for her. And his plan had worked out perfectly.
“Weird way to pop the question, “ she joked, but there were tears in her eyes.
“Seemed to fit,” he replied, “So, is that a yes?”
“Yes, you idiot, yes,” she said and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply while their new Mayans family cheered for them.
When they pulled apart she let him slip the ring onto her finger, their smiles impossible to fight. She may have liked being called his Old Lady, but couldn’t wait to be called his wife.
