ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; Angel wakes up without you in bed, and he wants you a lot closer when you finally come back to him (Angel Reyes x fem!reader)
ཐི♡ཋྀ — warnings; established relationship, somewhat needy!angel?, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, creampie, riding, allusions to another round, implication that reader gives it to angel whenever he wants, some tit worship/breast appreciation, but that’s it?
ཐི♡ཋྀ — word count; 1,291 words
ཐི♡ཋྀ — a/n; to say this whole fic was inspired by that one scene in s1e5, it like tweaked something in my head (hence the pics of the scene lol)
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it was early, the sun had just started to peek out over the horizon. you’d woken up to use the bathroom and when you’d returned to bed, Angel was now in your side of the bed and the blankets kicked down to the bottom of the bed.
you stood there for a minute, watching him sleep while he hugged your pillow between his arms, the muscles flexing and easily causing your thoughts to run.
he grunted in his sleep, pulling you from your thoughts as you climbed back into bed.
his arms let go of the pillow to wrap around you, easily pulling you tight against his chest as he stirred.
“where’d you go?”
Angel murmured, his lips pressing to the top of your head in a soft kiss while you giggled softly.
“had to pee, that okay?”
he nodded, nuzzling into the side of your neck and inhaling the familiar scent of your body wash.
your left hand lifted to cradle his face, stroking your thumb across his cheek.
“missed you”
his words were muffled against your skin, his lips pressing kisses to your neck before he trailed them upwards and towards your lips.
Angel kissed you, nipping at your bottom lip to deepen the kiss, but you stopped him, whispering to him.
“i was gone for three minutes, tops”
but to Angel in a moment like this, that was a lifetime.
“that’s too long”
he mumbled, pulling you impossibly tighter against his chest while another laugh fell from your lips.
that was Angel all right, all soft and cuddles when he was with you.
“i’m here now, okay?”
yet it wasn’t enough, you weren’t close enough for Angel.
“need more of you”
the needy tone to his words was obvious, even as sleep still laced his words.
his hands grabbed your hips, tugging you impossibly closer as he rolled onto his back, helping you settle in his lap.
you shook your head while a knowing look spread across your face, already feeling the steady outline of his cock through his boxers.
“really baby?”
Angel only nodded in response, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear in a silent attempt to pull them down.
“please..”
he whined, his hips rocking up into you to press himself against you, grinding up against the dampening fabric of your panties.
both of you wanted it, it was obvious.
carefully, you lifted from his lap to let him tug down and off your underwear, easily tossing them aside.
you grabbed at Angel’s shoulders as he shoved down his boxers, freeing his aching cock and pulling a soft gasp from your lips.
“so pretty”
Angel murmured, his eyes hooded as he watched you take hold of his cock, swiping the head of him through your arousal before positioning him at your entrance.
he watched you, groaning low in his throat as you slowly sank down onto his cock.
“fuck baby”
you both moaned out at the feeling once he bottomed out, his hands squeezing at your hips as your walls fluttered around him.
his hands stayed on your hips, keeping you grounded as you sat flush against him and non moving for a long minute.
the sun had started to creep in through the blinds, casting a golden glow around the room as you leaned in to kiss him again.
with a careful steadiness, you started to move on his cock, using your hold on his shoulders for leverage as the sound of your wetness filled the room, along with the sound of Angel’s low groans.
Angel’s head fell back against the pillows as his hands helped to guide you, keeping your movements steady as you moved on his dick.
“shit Angel..”
you mewled, moaning with every drop down onto him and creating a steady slapping of skin on skin as your ass moved against his thighs.
the sound had Angel groaning, his hips rocking up into you to chase the warmth of your cunt.
one of his hands lifted to cradle your face, pulling you down into another kiss while he groaned against your lips, your walls fluttering around him.
his kisses trailed their way down your body as he pulled you closer, sucking across your skin until his lips pressed to the skin between your boobs.
you dropped down onto his cock again, using your enthusiasm to keep up your rhythm going as Angel’s lips moved to one of your boobs, wetting his lips before he started to lave attention to your nipples.
he lapped and sucked at them, alternating his attention to each breast while you moaned out above him.
“love these baby”
Angel murmured, circling his tongue around each peak as his eyes focused on your face, watching as pleasure painted across your features and another moan tumbled from your lips.
each flick of his tongue had pleasure zinging through your body, making your clit throb and your walls flutter around him.
your climax was already dancing just out of arms reach.
“Angel..”
he hummed as your pace faltered, a knowing look glinting in his eyes. your hands moved to tangle in his hair, pulling him back and away from your boobs before you surged forwards to kiss him again.
it was heated, all teeth and tongue as you tried to find the rhythm of your hips again, desperately chasing your climax.
“fuck.. you gonna cum for me?”
Angel asked against your lips, only gaining a nod from you in response.
his hips rocked up into you, meeting every drop down onto his cock with a thrust of his own.
“cum for me baby, need you to”
the angle shifted as you moaned out, Angel’s feet planting into the mattress to allow him to rock up into you with more force, the head of his cock hitting that one spot with more force.
both of you moaned, your cunt fluttering and spasming around him as he hit that spot again and again.
Angel gave another thrust, rocking into you one last time before sending you hurtling over the edge with a cry of his name.
your walls spasmed around him, greedily pulling him in deeper as your release soaked his cock.
“fuck.. that’s my girl”
he groaned, pulling you back down and into another kiss as he chased his own climax.
his hips rocked up into your desperately, moaning against your lips as he kept up his thrusts.
“such a good girl”
you hummed along to his words, your walls giving another sensitive flutter around him as he hit that spot again.
another groan fell from his lips as he rocked up into you one last time before he was quickly following you over the edge into his own explosive climax, burying himself to the hilt inside your warmth as he let go.
he groaned against your throat as he buried his face against the skin there, spilling himself into your warmth with the last surge of his energy.
Angel ground up shallowly, spilling himself dry while you lay against his chest.
both of you stayed like that for a minute, Angel’s arms wrapping protectively as you rested your head on his shoulder.
after a minute, Angel pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering to you.
“thank you”
you lifted your head, smile breaking out across your face.
“for the sex? baby, you know i’d give you it whenever you asked”
Angel chuckled softly, closing the distance between you in another kiss before he rolled you onto your back, keeping his cock nestled in your warmth.
his arms rested on the bed on either side of your head, caging you in as he stole another kiss.
“yeah? well maybe i want another round before the sun fully comes up”
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Summary: Coco along with Angel, EZ, Creeper, and Gilly got stuck with a community service sentence. While it’s not typically their scene it’s better than doing time. And for Coco it might be the best thing that’s happened to him in a long time.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): massive amounts of fluff
Word Count: 2407
A/N: a gold star for whoever can guess who reader’s brother is from the hints in this fic!
Tags: @staley83
A group of bikers was not the usual sight in the lobby of the Santo Padre community center. The members of the local criminal motorcycle club stood out completely in all their leather and denim clad, tattooed glory.
They were intimidating just by reputation.
And they were used to that.
But the young woman standing in front of them, glittery pink clipboard in hand, showed no fear. She smiled brightly at them.
“Good morning guys,” She said, seeing far too comfortable and casual, “I’m (Name), I’m in charge of this youth outreach program you’ve all been slotted to help with.”
There was a mumbling acknowledgement from the guys, Gilly, Creeper, Coco, Angel, and EZ staring at her cheerful demeanor, confused, surprised, and even a little suspicious. She motioned for them to follow her to the back office where she would go over everything. When they had all filed in she grabbed five blank plastic name tags from the bin on the shelf behind her desk and passed them out to the guys.
“Now I recognize that you are all here for a community service sentence, and I really don’t care how or why you got it, or any criminal history…what I care about is that you all pull your weight and help make sure this event goes well.” She said simply, “Grab a sharpie,” she motioned to the jar she used as a pen holder that was full of different colors of markers and pens, “Write your name on that tag, nicknames are fine so long as they are appropriate for anyone under eighteen to hear. And pick a sticker to put on the tag.” She pulled out a small basket of stickers from the shelf behind her desk and set it in front of them.
That earned her some looks making her laugh and tap her own name tag. It was covered in many small stickers already.
“The kids are encouraged to give stickers to any volunteers they want to,” she said, “But some get shy, so starting out with one helps them feel more comfortable with it. And since this is a holiday event, there will be a lot of kids who have never been to our program before. And as far as they…and their parents…should be concerned you are simply volunteers…of your own volition, and not the courts.”
They men nodded and did what she suggested. Not wanting to ruin this chance. Because if they did this well they wouldn’t have to face any time in county or do another kind of community service that would be more difficult or humiliating. Though the sticker thing was almost too much. Before they pinned their tags on (Name) stopped them.
“I’m sorry, but I do have to show you to the employee and volunteer lockers because…the um…” she motioned to the kuttes they each wore, “Would throw some of the parents off. They are key locks and you will be given the key on a stretchy wrist strap to be sure you have it on you.”
There were some grumbles, “Are you kidding me?” One man asked, he was thin, but she could bet that he had some muscles hiding under his baggy t-shirt and jeans, his chin length hair moving as he shook his head irritated.
“Sadly no. Lucky for all of you tattoos don’t have to be covered, unless they contain nudity or curse words…then…just put a bandaid over the offensive part.” She said and motioned over to the pink band aid that sat on her own bicep covering the bust on the pin up tattoo of the Bride of Frankenstein that was inked there, she grinned at their surprised faces.
The tallest of the group asked to see the full tattoo and she removed the bandaid and showed them that she wasn’t fully nude, but explained she had gotten one complaint once that the bandage style top on the tattoo was too low cut. She replaced the bandage with a spider web patterned one.
“What about this?” A man with a shaved head and longer beard asked, tapping the ‘Mayans’ tattoo on his neck, he was already preparing to have to cover a few of his tattoos.
“That’s fine.” She said, “It’s not tits or the word fuck so…”
He chuckled and nodded. The five men begrudgingly removed their kuttes so she could show them to the lockers after she grabbed her clipboard.
“Okay, to kind of explain what this program is, we’re called Third Space because a lot of kids and teens don’t really have a place to go other than school or home anymore, we offer a program where they can go and their parents know they are safe and they know that they won’t be bored. Like I said, this is a holiday special event, and it’s October so it’s obvious for Valentine's Day,” she joked, “Anyway, put your name tags on and I’ll show you where each of you will be helping out.”
She led them through the large conference hall type room to different booths. The first they stopped at had several large plastic tarps on the floor under some folding tables with a larger folding table in behind them covered in vibrant orange pumpkins of varying sizes. There were baskets of sharpies and spoons and other carving supplies in the center of the four tables.
“Alright, Gilly,” she pointed to the larger man, “You’re gonna be here with Dezerai, helping with pumpkin carving.” She motioned to the punk rock attired black woman who was setting pumpkins on the tables for the kids, her only costume seemed to be the cat ears she was wearing and the whiskers she had drawn on.
She walked over and greeted the man with a smile of her own before the group moved on. Salacia led the group to the booth directly beside it. There were shorter, more toddler and younger elementary schooler sized tables. Each with some paper plates stacked in the center along with a basket filled with tubes of non-toxic acrylic paints, another basket filled with paint brushes, and small plastic cups of (currently) clean water. The back table had three large baskets of tiny pumpkins and different decorative gourds.
“EZ,” she pointed to the youngest man there, “You’re here with Carolina.” She motioned to the blonde haired, brown eyed woman dressed like she had stepped straight out of Woodstock, also with cat ears and drawn on whiskers as a costume, “You’re going to be helping with pumpkins and gourd painting for the kids a little too young to carve, or just don’t feel like dealing with the pumpkin guts.”
The blonde walked over and laughed, “Not everybody is as weird as you and Dezerai who enjoy that slimey crap.” She teased (Name) who rolled her eyes.
“Ha-Ha.” She mock-laughed and left EZ in the blonde’s capable hands.
She led the group to the next booth. These tables were set up with tons of crafting supplies in different baskets. Already prepared masquerade style masks in a few different shapes cut out of plain white card stock paper. Construction paper in every color imaginable. Markers. Feathers. Crayons. Glitter glue. Stickers. Stick on gems. And even Sequins. The volunteer was a young man with brown hair who had an honest to god sweater vest with a Halloween pattern of Jack-o-Lantern and spider webs on. His simple costume was a pirate hat he wore.
“Neron,” she pointed to the only one with a club nickname who decided against using it, “You’re here with Andrew, helping with decorating masks.”
Andrew walked over and nodded, “I hope you can at least draw, the younger ones always ask.” He laughed.
“I’m decent.” Creeper chuckled, “Are you?”
“He’s the one who did this.” She tapped her bicep with a grin, as she and Andrew laughed at their shock that the overly clean cut looking guy was a tattoo artist for his day job.
She led the last two past the next booth to the last one. This one was set up like a photo booth for a birthday party. Different costume pieces and props sat in bins and on tables around the orange and black striped fabric background. Wigs. Hats. Masks. Costume jewelry. Stuffed animals and brooms and plastic weapons. Capes and jackets. Even some printed and laminated cut outs of different Halloween themed pictures and sayings with Velcro on the back go stick to the background. Black cats and spiders. Bats and ghosts.
The volunteer here had long naturally white hair that went down to her butt usually, she had it tied up in a high ponytail and was sitting up her camera and being sure it was connected directly to the printer just behind a curtain to the side of the booth. Out of the way so the kids wouldn’t knock it over. Her simple costume seemed to be the spider web painted on her face.
“Alright, Angel,” she pointed to the taller of the two semi-forced volunteers left, “You’re here with Jessica helping with the photo booth.”
Jessica walked over, “Don’t worry, you got the easiest booth, just gotta put the photos that get printed in a card and give ‘em to the kids.” She said with a grin before looking at (Name), “Salacia’s all set up, by the way.”
(Name) grinned and nodded as she looked over and waved at the face painter they had hired for the day. She looked at the final Mayan, the one who had been vocally upset about removing his kutte earlier.
“And that means you’re with me for the day, Coco.” She said and led him to the booth she had set up.
Tubs of different pony beads and plastic charms sat on each table along with pre-cut, black elastic cord in baskets on the four tables.
“We’re gonna be helping the kids making Halloween kandi bracelets.” She explained.
“I don’t know anything about this kinda shit.” Coco said, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t worry it’s easy,” she assured him.
Before he could complain again she cut him off.
“Tell me something, do you sew the patches onto your kutte yourself?” She asked, slipping up a little without realizing it, by revealing she knew exactly what their vests were called, earning a raised brow.
“Well yeah,” he said.
“Then you know how to tie a knot in thread, so you can tie one in the cord. That’s pretty much all you’ll need to help with.” She said.
“Okay.” He said then smirked at her, “How’d you know it was a kutte, though?”
She flushed, feeling caught, images of her hometown and late older brother flashing in her mind. Losing his wife and father both to the whims and at the hands of the out of control club President had sent him spiraling, she still missed him every day.
“My brother was a biker, okay?” was all she said, turning away to regain control of her emotions.
“Was?” He asked.
“He’s gone.” She said after a deep breath before putting her smile back on, “Alright, like I said this is easy, just help the kids tie off their bracelets.”
He nodded, he could handle this. She was right.
“Besides, there was a reason you were each put at your respective booths.” She said with a shrug.
She pulled an already made one out of a basket and put it on her own wrist before handing one to him. He reluctantly slipped it on.
“So why did I get stuck with jewelry making?” Coco joked.
(Name) grabbed the witches hat from a table and put it on for her simple costume. Right when the first wave of kids entered the event hall. She told him she would answer him later.
She put her bright smile back on to greet the kids who came to her booth first.
“Happy Halloween, who wants to make some bracelets?!” She asked the excited group already sitting at the tables.
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The day had been busy, but went well. And the group of Mayans were honestly exhausted. She walked with them back to their loaned lockers where they retrieved their kuttes. She and Coco had gotten along better as the day went in and he could swear she was flirting with him sometimes. He knew he’d started to flirt with her.
“Alright, you guys did great. I don’t know yet if this is the only time you’ll be helping us, I guess it depends on how the judge takes my feedback.” She said, leaning against a couple of the lockers.
They each either nodded or verbally agreed. They were ready to just get out of there.
Angel, Gilly, Creeper, EZ, and Coco followed her out, back to the lobby. She thanked them again for being good sports with the kids all day and went to head back to her office. Before she could get too far away Coco followed her and grabbed her wrist, figuring he would shoot his shot. Worst she could say is no.
“Tell me if I’m off base here,” He said, “But do you wanna grab a drink with me tomorrow night?” He knew she had a lot of picking up to do after the event that day.
He could hear his brothers behind him snickering, expecting him to get turned down by the overly sweet program organizer. Instead she grinned, cheeks slightly tinted pink.
“I’d love to. Pick me up at eight.” She suggested.
She let him put his number in her phone and she texted him her address. She was slightly shy about it but was excited at the same time.
“You also never told me why I wound up in the jewelry booth?” He asked, chuckling, “Since there was a reason we each got put in each booth.”
Her cheeks were a slightly darker red but she smirked at him, she knew the other guys were definitely paying attention she decided to be honest if not a little bold, “We were sent your mugshots when we accepted to be where you guys did your community service” she explained as she put her phone back in her bag and turning to head back to her office, “I just thought you were cute.” She said with a wink over her shoulder while walking off.
Coco was shocked but just laughed. This could be the start of something good for once in his life.
Summary: Bottles does a little more than just watch over your cat and apartment while you are away for a few days. As always 18+
CW Just in case- panty sniffing/stealing
Requested by a lovely Anon!
Bottles hummed to himself as he entered your apartment, the sound of your cats meow making him smile as he ran over to greet him. “Hey little guy” he cooed as he stooped and rubbed the cats ears as he purred. After a couple minutes Bottles stood up and saw the food container on the counter and a note. Moving over to it he smiled at the note attached and shook his head at the money you had left. He had told you he was more than happy to take care of your cat while you were back home visiting family for the week for free. The two of you had become fast friends since you had moved in across the hall from him almost a year ago.
Once he had filled the food dish and put fresh water in the bowl he moved to the hall. Passing your room as he moved to the guest room that held the cat box he couldn’t help but peek in. It was very much you if he had to say so himself. His eyes lingered on the clothes basket by the door that seemed out of place. He figured you must have moved things as you packed. As he bagged up the little he wondered if you were someone who left dirty laundry before a trip or not. He passed your room slowly trying to get a glimpse inside but couldn’t. He shook his head trying to clear himself of the need to look. He knew if he did then he would be going into a cycle he had worked on stopping. He was almost to the door when he groaned and turned, quickly he moved to your bedroom door and stepped in.
His eyes on the basket and relieved to see it full. Without thought his hands were moving through it until he felt the lace of panties. Pulling his catch out he grinned before bringing them to his nose and inhaling deep. “Fuck” he murmured as he breathed in again, his tongue moving to lick the fabric before he tossed them back and quickly left as his cock sprang to life. Once in the safety of his own apartment he quickly jerked off into a towel he had on the back of his couch.
The next day he entered your apartment with a resolve to not go into your room. But once again after taking care of your cat he found himself drawn back to the basket. Tossing the pair from yesterday onto the floor he looked for a new pair and was delighted to find a pair he had seen a hint of before when you two had worked out together. Quickly he pocketed them, said goodbye to your cat and returned to his apartment.
Once inside his home he stripped down to nothing in his living and collapsed onto the couch. His cock already hard as he started sniffing and licking the fabric that sat closet to your sacred placed. His free hand moved to his cock as he thought about how you in them, working out and getting them soaked in your scent. Draping them over his face he started stroking faster as he was enveloped in your aroma, the idea of you sitting on his face after a workout ad him pulling them to the side to taste you pushing him over the edge.
On the third day he dumped your clothes basket in search of a silky pair. Snatching up a pink polka dot pair he shoved them in his hoodie pocket and took care of your cat quickly before darting back across the hall. Once inside he shoved the pair into his mouth as he stripped on his way to his bedroom. His mind thinking of you two drunkenly stumbling down the hall as he used them to stroke his hard cock. The cool material against his heated flesh making him moan out loud. Imaging your silky lips wrapped around him before he would pull you up onto the bed and onto his cock as he fucked you roughly. He came with a strangled moan, thick ropes of cum landing on his stomach.
The next two days he does the same except instead of going back to his apartment he jerks off in your bathroom one day with a white thing and then the next day while laying in your bed on a towel he brought from his place with an animal print pair. At the end of the fifth day after leaving your place he moved towards the elevators, tossing the towel in the trash as he got on. His mind forming a plan since he only had one more day until you were back and he would have to stop his obsession.
On the sixth and last day Bottles entered your apartment and scooped your cat up and shut him away in the guest room. Moving back to the front door he pulled in a blow up sex doll that looked similar to you. Moving to your bedroom he tossed the doll onto your bed as he stripped down before rummaging through the pile on the floor. Grabbing a red lacy pair he took a whiff and groaned, his cock twitching as he stood up and moved to your bed. Quickly he grabbed the doll and pulled the panties onto her. Looking down he started to slowly stroke himself as he bit his lip before speaking lowly.
“Gonna lay there and take daddys cock like a good girl right?” he spoke with a groan. His mind hearing your voice whine yes daddy to him. “Always so good to me” he murmured as he spit on his hand letting his saliva mix with the precum leaking from his tip. Once he was ready he flipped the doll over and pulled the panties to the side as he guided his cock into the hole he had already filled with lube. He groaned as he sunk in, imaging your moans as you took every inch. Once he was fully in, he gave the dolls ass a slap before starting to fuck in and out slowly as he talked the pretend you through taking his cock like a good little slut.
Thirty minutes later he was rutting aggressively into the doll. The legs flopping on his shoulders from when he had changed position to a mating press. His hands clamped around the neck as he fucked the doll hard and fast as he came shooting thick ropes of cum into the plastic hole. He came so much it started to pour out around his throbbing and twitching cock onto your bed sheets. Collapsing on top of the doll he felt his eyes shut as his body drifted off to sleep.
The next day he was laying on his couch watching tv when he heard his doorbell ring. Getting up he peaked through the pee hole and frowned as he saw the hallway empty except for a box. Opening the door he bent and stood up and grinned slightly hearing you singing across the hall before carrying the box into his apartment. Grabbing a pair of scissors from the kitchen table to moved back to the couch. Sitting the box on the coffee table he cut the tape and lifted the flaps. His heart dropped as he saw a note and a pair of panties. Shit. Did a neighbor see him? He thought. Hear him?
Grabbing the note he felt panicked at seeing your handwriting. But his fear and embarrassment soon turned to relieve as he read the note.
“Thanks for watching my cat! BTW I have cameras….everywhere J. Hope you like them fresh ;)”
Reaching into the box he felt the panties and groans as he feels how wet they are. Bringing them quickly to his face he sniffed them deeply before starting to suck as his free hand snaked into his sweats and started to stroke his cock.
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Angel sat on the delapitated couch outside the clubhouse, smoking and drinking with EZ, Coco, Gill…and Daniella. He took another long look at their unexpected company as she passed the blunt she was sharing with Coco back to him. They had all met her when she started working at the Silver Star auto parts shop. She was friendly, a little flirty - but it was her deep auburn curls and sly smile, not to mention the sassy mouth that paired so well with her flared hips, that kept Angel in particular coming back to test the waters. She had been to the clubhouse with her friends a few times before, but today she flew in solo with her work shirt still on and a deep scowl.
Daniella sighed feeling her anger transitioning into mellow. Twilight was moving through the last of its changing colors into night and the sun sinking was cooling off the desert air quickly - teasing them with a breeze that swirled into their corner of the porch every so often. The music from inside the clubhouse and the talk around her grew muffled as she welcomed the cloudy haze encompassing her brain. Dani didn’t know exactly what lead her course when she peeled out of the parking lot of her job. After her boss cussed her out yet again, this time in front of a customer, she picked her pride up off of the floor, gathered her things and drove mindlessly. It was no real surprise to her that she ended up where she knew she could have a brainless kind of good time. Now slumped down next to Angel, on the very couch she made fun of every time she came to the clubhouse, she blew another lazy stream of smoke into the air.
Angel blew cigarette smoke out over the top of his bottle before putting it to his lips, catching EZ’s questioning eyes. The brothers communicated silently with eyebrow lifts and nods while Coco and Gill distracted their visitor from her troubles with a random story of their own recklessness. She wasn’t laughing but her smile had made an appearance and it seemed they were quieting the storm that was brewing within her when she first arrived.
Mid story Coco’s eyes lit up with amusement, “Damn, girl you tryin’ ta get every last bit outta that shit!”
“Damn right.” Holding the sliver of a blunt with her black laquered fingernails, she extended her neck without an ounce of shame, drawing hard enough on it for him to see the red glow actually hit her nail.
With a yelp she dropped it on the porch floor, checking the condition of her nail while Angel stretched a long leg over to grind it out with his boot. She dropped her head back and let the smoke billow out of the sides of her mouth on its own, eventually blowing out the last of it and closing her eyes.
Dani now wore a softer version of the frown she had arrived with and EZ was relieved to see it. “You should come inside a while.”
“Nope.” She wrapped her arms around herself, “I’m good right here. Plotting my revenge.”
EZ’s eyes crinkled on the sides and his Adam’s apple dipped in a silent chuckle, “Was it that bad?”
Daniella’s eyes flew open and she sat up, “Yes! The absolute fucking worst…ugh!” Quickly filling them in on her boss’ behavior, she felt the frustration of her day mounting inside of her all over again. “I wanna quit, you know? Just like fuck it…but I can’t. I need the job but I deserve better than that shit. He’s such an asshole!” With arms fully extened, she flipped off the sky with both hands, then let them flop back down at ther sides. Groaning, she scrunched her face in disgust, “And the worst part is…I have to walk back in there tomorrow and smile like a good girl. Like I don’t wanna punch him in his fat froggy throat.”
“Pssh…fuck him then.” Angel’s voice rolled out low and menacing enough to make her look at him. He stared back, his eyes never wavering from hers. With a shoulder shrug, he leaned a little more forward into her space, dropping his voice into a lower register. “I mean, we could always go pay his ass a visit, you know. Talk to him about manners an’ shit.”
Confused by the intensity of his expression, Dani gave him a single chuckle. Angel raised his eyebrows slightly in a silent invitation to accept his offer. She quickly looked around at the others and there was not a smile among them, making her swallow hard. No matter how much her boss deserved a good humbling, she wasn’t trying to sic a pack of Mayans on him. Turning back to Angel, his eyes were locked in on her face. His thick eyebrows were furrowed together and his normally expressive brown eyes were hard. Unconsciously, her lips parted. She’d always seen him as sexy - an erotic curiosty. The walk, the lazy drawl in the way he spoke - it added a certain smoothness to the biker thing he had going on. But then he was always smiling and cracking on somebody, too. In her head somehow, his playfulness had cancelled out the tattoos, the cut, the knife on his hip and the gun at his back. The depth of his brown eyes made it so no alarms went off when she saw bruises and bloody scrapes on his face or the bridge of his nose all swollen. Despite what the Mayans stood for, he was too pretty to really be a devil…right?
For the first time since he strolled into the shop, with his perfcet hair and rolled up sleeves, she saw him as someone who could be dangerous. She couldn’t look away. Instead of feeling repelled, that realization mixed with the weed in her system was ringing the dinner bell in her brain. Then he broke the spell by wiggling his eyebrows at her. His face lit up in a rouguish smile as they all burst out laughing at her.
“Angel!” she squeaked, laughing. “I swear to god!”
“Hey!” Angel chuckled shielding himself from her slaps to his arm. “Damn Dani! Relaaax!”
Granted, it was her first laugh that week but she couldn’t let them get away with it. Lunging forward, she took a swipe at Coco who jerked out of the way. With a glare at Gilly and EZ who were safely out of reach, she flicked her hand in annoyance. “Forget all y’all!”
Bishop sticking his head out interrupted their lighthearted moment. EZ immediately stood up straight, nodded once and went inside behind him.
Still smiling, Angel asked, “Wanna go inside? Get a drink?”
Dani shook her head no, “What I want is to smoke some more. Coco, you holding anything I can buy off you?”
Digging in his front shirt pocket he pulled out a fat joint and tucked it right back in. “Nah.”
“Cocooooo,” Dani whined, scooting her butt to the edge of the couch to be able to lean back enough to dig in the pocket of her jeans for money.
“Naaah, it’s my last one.”
Unfolding it, she held it up, “I got 20. C’mon, Coco. I need--.”
Coco had plucked the bill from her fingers with a crooked grin before she even started to plead her case. “Pleasure doin’ business witchu, mamas.”
Dani did a happy dance in her seat as Coco handed it over. Heading inside with Gill for drinks he threw a questioning look to Angel, who shook his head in the negative wanting to stay put. Seeing Daniella start to dig in another pocket, he held his lighter out, cupping his hand to block the swirling breeze, flicking it to life. After doing another little shimmy of joy, she leaned forward to light up.
“Happy now?” Angel asked.
Leaning back, she held her first long drag in, sinking into the cushions with a low hum of appreciation. Angel snorted at her performance. Twisting his whole body to face her, he waved his ringed finger in front of her face. “Good. Maybe it’ll smooth out that big ass frown on yo fo’head.”
Dani’s eyes widened and she choked, smacking his finger away. Coughing, she sputtered out smoke, gasping for air. “Fuck you,” she croaked.
Entertained by her annoyance and watering eyes, Angel’s smile was mischievious “I’m just sayin’ you gotta watch out for those lines an’ shit. Be out here lookin’ like some old ass lady.”
“Boy!”
“¡Calmate!” Angel chuckled low, blocking her next swat at him. “Damn! Try to be nice to some people, give them some fuckin’ advice…”.
Giggling and coughing she settled back into the dilapitated sofa. “I h-hate you so much.”
Pleased with himself to have gotten another laugh out of her, Angel slumped down mirroring her position on the couch, nudging her with his shoulder. Nudging him back, she brought her hand down on his leg and he couldn’t help but notice how far inside his thigh it was. The second his mind began to question it, EZ came out again with his face set in concentration and she moved it away. Slipping on a black hoodie instead of the red one he normally wore, he put his cut back on over it.
Angel frowned as EZ put his riding gloves on. With a head jerk up, he asked, “What’s up?”
“Something for Bish.”
They exchanged looks and Dani noticed Angel didn’t ask if he wanted him to go along. If he had any opinions about how close she and Angel were sitting he kept them to himself. With a nod for goodbye, EZ crossed the yard and mounted his bike. From the porch, they both silently watched until his tail light disappeared out the gate. Exhaling into the night sky, Dani held out her potent stress reliever to Angel and he took it. She watched the way he held it between his thumb and forefinger. How his eyelids dipped putting those beautiful, dark eyelashes on display, the way his cheeks hollowed just enough to make her take notice of the perfect line of his beard. The chemicals racing through her system opened her mouth before her brain could catch up.
“We could always get outta here, too.”
“Pssh!” He avoided her eyes, handing it back. “You better slow down on this shit.”
“What?” she mocked him playfully. “You scared of me, Reyes?”
Angel smirked his mouth up and let out a hiss of disbelief, “Ain’t nobody ‘round here scared of you, Danielita.”
Taking a long drag she held it in, letting Coco’s powerful herbal blend blur the edges of the lights and muffle the raucous voices and guitar-driven music coming from inside the clubhouse even more. Releasing the smoke from her lungs, she smiled softly, “You are.”
“What?”
“Scared of me.”
“Pssh! Shut the fuck up, yo.”
Adjusting her position to face him, she looked him over. Something in her was enjoying provoking him. “I mean, I ain’t afraid to leave with you.”
“Yeah?” Angel turned his body square with hers. His arm resting along the top of the couch allowed his fingertips to brush her shoulder. He toyed with a lock of her hair and studied her face. Breaking eye contact, he wet his lips. “Maybe you should be.”
Dani quickly realized that talking reckless was much easier to do when she was blowing smoke up to the sky. Choosing to look Angel in the face was heating up her neck and drying out her throat. While the sounds around them were dulled, the smell of him was intensified: sunshine and sharp citrus mixed with cold clear waters with a warm bottom layer of sweet wood smoke. The darkened corner of the porch made the scant bit of space between them feel more intimate. Dangerous indeed. Her brain may have sent the message but she wasn’t listening to the warning. Instead she welcomed back the tingling that had started earlier - feeling it spread decadent warmth through her body, building itself into a pulse point between her legs. He was absentmindedly tracing swirls over her knee with a single finger and it shot sparks up her thigh through her veins, waking up the curiosity she had held for him since they first met.
Silently, she held up the joint between them, offering it again. Angel reached for it but she pulled back her hand a little. Watching her expression change from challenging to teasing, his cheeks rose in a one-sided lift of his mouth. Rolling his eyes he reached further, pressing his lips together on an amused smile, shaking his head as she pulled it back again. She bit her bottom lip to smother the grin blossoming on her face before finally giving it to him.
Okay…that’s how you wanna play?
Angel put it to his lips still watching her expression. As he drew in a lazy lungful, his eyes flickered an enticing and unsettling heat. Changing the game, he held the joint between his middle and forefinger, presenting it just inches from her lips. His tongue appeared as he slowly wet his top lip and she mirrored his action. Leaning forward more, she almost made contact when Angel moved it aside and rocked forward to catch her lips in a soft press of a kiss. Sliding his free hand over her shoulder and up her neck to her jaw, he held her captive for another. She expected him to be rough, maybe greedy but this was silk - an intoxicating caress. When he tilted his head, coming for her again, she was ready for more but his tongue only teased her parting lips before he suddenly let go and sat back.
Blinking away the buzz in her head that his kiss created, Dani took a deep breath and forced herself to look him in the eye. Murmuring low, she pressed her lips down on the beginnings of a sultry smile. “You aint slick, Reyes.”
“Pssh.” Feeling triumphant, Angel stretched, leaning back into the couch again, “Wasn’t tryin’ to be.”
Danielle squinted at his smug expression, torn between smacking him one in the chest and climbing up into his lap to finish what he started. After a moment, she spoke, “Gimmie.”
Without turning his head, Angel held out her joint. Dani took it and let her body decide her next course of action. He looked surprised when she manuvered herself up to straddle his lap but his hands found her hips immediately. He watched her settle down onto his lap through half-lidded eyes, letting her lead. Taking a healthy toke, she rubbed her thumb over his lips, coaxing his mouth open. Raising an eyebrow at the lust-filled look on his face, she leaned down to slowly blow her smoke into his mouth. Staring into her eyes he held it in, then blew it back out. His hands remained where they were gently squeezing her off and on while he waited on her next move - letting the simple act relay his desire for more to happen. As his eyes softened more, drawing her in - Dani felt like she was sinking into a deep, dark space. Dropping her head down even more she kissed him. His hands slid up her back as she lapped her tongue over his lip, urgently dipping into his mouth to swirl with his. As she pulled away, he rose up chasing her mouth. Planting a hand in his chest, she studied his face while his hands slid back to her hips. She licked her lips, he tasted like smoke and traces of mint chapstick.
His raised eyebrows crinkled his forehead. “What was that, huh?”
Pushing on his chest, she climbed off of him to sit back in her spot on the couch. With a tiny smile of innocence, she answered, “I don’t know what you're talking about.
“Pssh,” he chuckled from deep in his chest. “No?”
“Nope.”
As she sat smoking, blowing her smoke into the night sky, she could feel him looking at her. The two minutes that passed before he spoke seemed like much longer.
“Okay.”
Dani’s eyes fluttered open when Angel’s hand brushed the side of her thigh. It was nothing much, just a knuckle or two, but the amount of pressure he used left no question in her mind that he was doing it on purpose. The tingling sensation he created skittered uninvited up her leg to her core. Then he switched to palming the top of her thigh, dragging his entire hand slowly down her leg to her knee and back up again. Angel enjoyed how she tried not to show that she felt anything but his palm absorbed the way her body stiffened then melted under his touch. She had closed her heavy eyelids again, not wanting to encourage him but also not wanting him to stop.
Clearing his throat, he sat forward with his hands on his thighs, “Alright…let’s go.”
Watching him get up, Dani didn’t move. Was he playing with her? Standing in front of her, Angel rolled his shoulders back, adjusting his cut. Looking down at her he smirked at the sudden uncertainty he saw there, reminding her that she was the one that started it all. “You said you wanted to leave. Then get on yo feet, Daniella.”
She didn’t have much of her joint left but her thoughts on Angel were clear - she wanted him. As she got up, he had already ambled down the stairs, and was walking backwards with a taunting smile, heading toward his bike parked under the awning.
“Angel?” Dani wobbled down the stairs, calling out to him. “Angel, wait.”
He paused, tucking his thumbs in his cut pockets, “Naw, dulce…you talked all that shit an’ now you--”.
“I just wanna check something.” Dani dropped the last of her joint in the dirt and tugged him down for a kiss Angel responded to with real hunger this time. Snatching her closer by her waist, he bent her slightly backwards with his aggression. She felt like her fingers were made for digging in his hair and feeling his shudder when she scraped her nails over his scalp made her want to do more. Made her need to do more.
Breaking the kiss with a firm push on his chest, she tried to steady her breathing. “Okay…I just needed to make sure that wasn’t a fluke back there.”
“Aw,” he chuckled low and dirty. “Fuck you.”
She didn’t see the next kiss coming but he made sure she felt in all the way to her toes. Sliding his hand up her side and across her breast, his palm found her raised nipple through her work shirt’s cheap material. Opening his mouth wider in response to the soft sound she made, he reveled in the velvet of her tongue slip-sliding with his. But her hands diving under his cut, digging into his back started a stirring behind his zipper that made him pull back.
“So,” he rumbled low. “How was that, princesa?”
Looking up into his eyes, Dani stroked down his back to wrap her arms around his waist. Wetting her still tingling lips, she answered, “Good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm.”
Pulling him down for another kiss, she forgot all about the men in the clubhouse that could come out at any time. She forgot the troublesome day that got her there. All her brain could process was the feel of him and the taste of him while he sucked her tongue rhythmically, drawing an unrestrained moan out of her that sent a tremor up his back. Her hands began to search him, fulfilling her own need for more - one dragging a path up his chest to the back of his neck and the other trailing low, liking what she found there. Angel groaned down her throat as she caressed his growing hardness through his jeans. Encouraged, she gave him a squeeze that took his breath away.
“Mmmm, Angel?” she murmured against his lips. “Who’s place is closer? Yours or mine?”
How the fuck would I know? Pulling away failed to clear his arousal-clouded brain and he blurted his first thought. “EZ’s.”
Without waiting for an answer, Angel grabbed her hand. Abandoning his bike and the plan to leave, they rushed to EZ’s trailer. Opening the door, he pushed her up the steps in front of him into the dark interior and as soon as he locked the door she was on him. He bent down to capture the fullness of her kiss, while shrugging off his cut and backing her into the tiny kitchen area. He fought to keep hold of her while he peeled out of his layered shirts, melting from the heat of her hands running over his bare chest and stomach. Spinning her around to face the counter, he lifted her hair to kiss and bite the back of her neck. She immediately reached back for him, tilting her head to the side to give him more access to the taut tendon at the curve between her neck and shoulder.
“You taste so fuckin’ good.” His rumbled words vibrated on her skin, swirling around her ears like a separate entity, stoking up her arousal all on their own.
The weed in Dani’s system did more than lower her inhibitions. It mystified her nervous system, intensifying every sensation. In the haze, she felt like Angel had more than two hands, like his lips and teeth and tongue were created superior to any other man’s. Gooseflesh broke out everywhere he touched her. It was overwhelming and confusing - but she wanted more of it. The little bit of weed Angel had consumed created a low hum in him, making him want something past his own pleasure. Making him greedy for her - her reactions, her sounds. He lifted her shirt up to her neck, running his hands up her back and over her torso before roughly snatching it off to cup and squeeze her breasts. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he slipped his other hand inside her the top of her bra cup, reaquainting himself with her sensitive nipples. Hearing her gasping reaction to the bump of his fingers flitting across her hard nubs propelled his arousal even higher. Daniella was lost in it - in him. While Angel’s hands were rough, there was something soft in the way he was mouthing and tonguing the back of her neck and shoulder. Unfastening the clasp, he held her breasts in his palms and she arched into them inviting him to play. Him tugging and lightly twisting her crinkled peaks had her reaching up to grab a fist full of his hair. Her moaning his name so sweetly while her other hand was devilishly climbing his leg seeking the erection he was grinding into her back, was an intoxicating contradiction.
Turning her around to face him, he devoured her mouth all over again. Breaking the kiss he was grateful for the scant light coming in from the yard through the trailer’s dusty window. His eyes swept over her body in the shadows, taking her beauty in quickly before returning to his lips to hers. Fumbling at the button on her jeans, he groaned down her throat when it popped loose.
“Angel,” she breathed hot onto his chest, kissing his tattooed skin, biting the tight muscle. His head flopped back as her hands tugged his pants open.
“Daaaamn…Danita, baby.” he whispered as her teeth and tongue found his nipple. Angel was torn between gripping her head while her exploration of him traveled lower or making her scream. He chose the latter. “Hold up,” he panted. “Wait.”
“Angel, I wanna--.”
Tugging her back up, he looked down into her eyes. Loving the eagerness he saw there, the way her chest was heaving. Grinding himself into her, he breathed out his need between kisses, “Let me touch you, yeah?”
He dipped down more to muffle her protest with another kiss. Tonguing down the side of her neck, his hands fumbled at her waistline. The treasure promised behind her zipper had him yanking it down to get to her heat.
“I gotta fuckin’ feel you,” he whispered, goading her with bites and suckles. “Lemme feel you.”
The desperation in his voice and his hot hand slipping inside to cup her sex over top of her underwear was a salacious call, forcing her to surrender to her own needs. Turning her back around roughly, he molded his body to hers. His long limbs wrapped around her, holding her just below her chest with his right arm and slipping his hand inside her panties with his left. His fingers found her parted place slick, her clit swollen and standing out waiting for him.
“Ohhh,” she moaned weakly. It was all she could manage as he began to move his fingers in fast circles.
“¡Cristo, dulce!” he groaned into the back of her head. Wet. So wet. So hot.
Pinned against his chest, her mouth gaped open when he drug his free hand up from her waist to return to her breast, plucking and flicking her nipple. Dropping her head back on him, she rocked against the hand working her bundle of nerves, gasping with every rotation of her hips. Limp with pleasure she was drowning - being taken down by his hands, his heat and his husky voice, heavy with his own hunger pouring hot into her ear promising to give her so much more.
More than this?
With a deep hum, he paused what he was doing to rub her vee with his entire hand before sliding his first and middle fingers down on the sides of her clit and wobbling them. Struck dumb from the switch-up, Dani’s eyes flew open and she sucked in air. The precision of his touch was a violation to whatever composure she had left. Her knees buckled from the paralyzing pleasure shooting through her limbs. Securing his firm grip on her, he kept his fingers working steady. Within seconds she was washed in heat, gripping his wrist, begging him not to stop.
It felt like forever but only a few minutes had gone by since they entered the trailer. Feeling her climax roaring to the surface, Dani hissed out a long string of curses between whines and whimpers from the added torture of his mouth’s nonstop assault on her neck and ears. The strangled sound she released had him grinding his bulge into her butt cheek for some kind of relief from the pressure building within him. The last blinding second had her up onto her toes, her hips locked forward against his hand. Angel would have given anything for a mirror to see her expression while she was giving over to it. Vibrating, her body folded forward and she caught herself, slamming her hand down on the counter to keep upright.
“Fuck yeah.” Angel stayed connected to her as she fell forward, urging her on. “That’s it, dulce. Let that shit go. Let it go.”
When the first spasm hit, two quick shrieks erupted from her dry throat. Her firm hold on his wrist became a vice grip as her body bucked against him. He covered her in murmurs of adulation, kissing and murmuring his need for her as she pulsed and twitched, wetting his hand even more while struggling to catch her breath. Leaning back, he ran his hand down her spine, followed immediately by his lips mouthing over the same path.
High off of her sexual energy, the urgency in him for them to come together had only intensified. Angel wasted no time dragging her jeans down. He hastily lifted her foot to get them and her panties off of one leg. The clinking of his belt buckle and the sound of him spitting out a piece of condom wrapper he’d opened with his teeth, made her reach back to grab hold of his hip, clenching and arching back in anticipation. Now, Angel! The nudging she felt as he searched blind for her entrance snapped her into action. Standing more upright, she scooted to the left to avoid the rangetop and lifted her free leg, half climbing onto the counter. The position opened her up as wide as she could be and still keep one foot on the floor. Angel licked his lips at the sight of her offering, running his hands over her ass, lifting and spreading her - letting out a low, rumbling sound of appreciation. Sliding his hand up her back to grip her hair, he whispered how good she felt as she rocked against his tip, slip-sliding between her folds. With every pass she quivered, reactive, inviting - mesmerising him.
“Come on,” she whined, bitting her lip hard in anticipation right before he notched into the hot, pulsing spot that was calling him.
“Ohhh fuuuuck!” Angel groaned as he pressed in, clenching his jaw tight against the feeling of her heat swallowing him up into her liquid space. Her still twitching tunnel, took him in inch by inch - inticing him to go deeper with every firm rock of his hips. Bottomed out, his body was flooded with sensation. There was no waiting any longer - he drew his hips back and snapped forward with a force that pushed a high cry out of Dani. Gripping her hip with his other hand, he moved to the right for a better alignment and began tight, sharp thrusts that had his eyes glaze over.
Daniella’s eyes were open but saw nothing as he sped up and the slap of his pelvis matched the volume of his throaty grunts. She had to plant her hands on the counter and the refrigerator to absorb Angel’s ferocity. Inexplicably synched, her high-pitched panting mixed with shrill cries told him all he needed to know. Neither of them cared about how much noise they were making or whether they could be heard outside. Every slam into her sent luxurious waves of pleasure over her. She held her breath while he battered her split, feeling another orgasm rising from depths so deep she almost feared it.
Her voice vibrated off the tiny window in front of her, filling the small space. “Oh! Oh!” she wailed out loud and long. “Oooooooaaaahhh!”
Dani slapped her hand down hard on the counter, practically climbing it to get away as her orgasm ran through her. Her toes were curled tight, her hiked up leg was shaking but Angel was not done. Wrapped up in her sounds and trembling, he dropped his head back in relief for finally being set free to bulldoze his way to release the way he wanted to. He dipped his knees and quickly shuffled forward a step to reposition himself. Twisting at the waist, he leaned to grip the flesh of her side and hip with both hands, slamming up into her while she vibrated and shook.
“Unh! Unh! Unh!” His vocalizations punctuated each jolting thrust. Her hot convulsing tunnel, squeezing and milking him, stripped any chance at proper communication from him. His ability to speak was reduced to nothing as his body took over.
Dani was barely able to remain upright. She clung to EZ’s fridge handle in order to take Angel’s force. Desperately sucking in air to fill her lungs for the gutteral cries he was smacking out of her. It was pure erotic aggression. Angel could feel himself peaking, tucking his lips in and squeezing his eyes closed tight. On the edge of orgasm, his thighs were burning and sweat had gathered at his neck. His coil was wound so tight he thought every thrust would be the last one - but it was her pleading, breathy whispers of pleasepleaseplease that pushed him over into the abyss.
“Oh!” He gasped out. Tucking his lips in, his pleasure hummed out low, “Mm! Errrmmmm!”
His hot seed filled the condom in bursts that pulled so hard on his core muscles it folded him up over her. He planted his hand on the countertop next to hers to keep from flopping his full weight forward onto her as his back stiffened and arched, dragging low huffing sounds out of him. He rested his head on the back of hers, slurring out curses in both english and Spanish between deep breaths.
The silence that followed in the small cabin as they came down was easy between them. The nervous tension only started to build within them as they began to pull themselves together in the dark. But Angel didn’t see the way Dani closed her eyes and bit her lip on the satiated smile when he kissed the back of her neck as he pulled out. And Daniella never saw how Angel caught himself reaching out to touch her while she wriggled back into her jeans or the way his soft brown eyes followed her as she disappeared into the bathroom.
0.o.0.o.0
Angel exited the bathroom to find himself in an empty trailer. The door stood wide open letting in an elongated rectangle of light from outside that spread from the doorway across the floor and up the kitchen cabinets to the ceiling. He paused to acknowledge the feeling in his chest - the little twinge of disappointment. She's gone. What did he expect? He had been alive long enough to know that sometimes women do things in the heat of the moment and then regret them, but damn.
Slipping into his cut, he looked around EZ's place, lips pursed in concentration. He didn’t notice anything they’d knocked out of place. Truth be told, he'd been in there a thousand times but he doubted whether he would be able to tell anyway. Ducking his head down to leave, he ambled down the rickety metal steps, thinking about whether he was going to go hang out at the clubhouse or just call it a night. On the last step his frowning face transformed into surprise. A few yards away, the harsh lights from where his bike was parked illuminated the outline of Daniella’s body and curls.
Hearing his boots hit the hard packed dirt, she turned around and started toward him. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Angel closed the door to the trailer. Stalling while his feelings reconfigured themselves to the truth - she had been waiting for him. “I uh…thought you left or somethin’.”
“I was waiting for you and um…I thought I heard a bike pull up.” Once closer to her, he could see her mouth twitch in the beginnings of an embarrassed smile. “It was just somebody leavin’ but I don’t know…it spooked me so I got outta there.”
Angel nodded once. They stood there looking each other over, feeling a litle exposed - uncertain if what had just happened was significant to the other. Voices and laughter outside the clubhouse wafted over to them, filling their silence.
Angel jerked his head their direction. With his eyes roaming the area, he tucked his thumbs into his cut pockets, “Wanna get a drink or somethin’?”
Watching him, she fully relaxed when she realized she still liked what she saw in his eyes. Her delay in answering made him look at her again.
“No.”
“Oh.” Angel rubbed the back of his neck to cover up his embarrassment from the rejection. “Alright.” Wanting to make a quick exit, he thumbed toward the clubhouse. “So yeah, I’m gonna--”.
Dani cut him off, “It’s just, I'm kinda starving. Lunch was a loooong time ago, you know?”
Looking up at him, she tilted her head to the side and the sly smile that caught his attention weeks ago peeked out. Angel rolled his shoulders back, seeing the ask in her eyes. Stepping forward, he closed a bit of the space between them tucking his hands in his back pockets, rocking back on his heels slightly.
“Ah, Danita-Danita…you sure it’s not from all that puff-puff-pass you were doin’?”
“Maybe.” Her smile spread and her brown eyes shone in the dark. “Either way. I’m hungry as hell right now.”
Feeling at home again in their playful back and forth, he chuckled softly, “Where you wanna go then?”
Daniella looked away, biting her thumbnail, thinking, “Everything I want is in my kitchen.” She hesitated, then added in a rush, “You coming?”
Angel raised his eyebrows in surprise at the invite. “Pssh! I ain’t passin’ up no home cooked food.” Throwing his arm around her shoulders, he steered her toward his bike. Once there he plopped his helmet on her head, glad she wasn’t protesting leaving her car behind. She held onto his cut while he fastened the chin strap.
Finished, he screwed up his eyebrows in a questioning frown. “Wait…you can cook right? I mean… ain’t tryin’ to die tonight, dulce.”
Daniella squinted and smacked his chest at the insult. Angel took a step back in mock pain, flashing the devilish smile that started this all. Pressing her lips down on a smile, she shook her head. “Fuck you, Reyes.”
“Anytime, princesa. Anytime.” Smug as ever, he threw his leg over mounting his bike and slapped the spot behind him. “But you gotta feed me first.”
Enjoy this little semi public naughtiness with Angel Reyes. 💋
The music was loud, bass thumping through the clubhouse walls, laughter and shouts carrying over the crack of pool balls and the pop of beer cans. Angel barely heard any of it. His eyes had been on her all night — the way her dress clung tight to her curves, how it rode just high enough on her thighs to make him grind his teeth. The way she smiled too sweet when other brothers tried their luck, that fake laugh she gave them before drifting back to his side. The way she leaned into him every time he brushed past, her perfume hitting him like a punch to the chest.
By the time she slipped past him toward the back hallway, he was already moving.
His hand caught her wrist before she made it two steps down, spinning her to the wall with a grunt. The sound she made was half gasp, half laugh — cut off the second his mouth crashed into hers.
Angel kissed like a man starved. His mouth was hot and hungry, tongue sliding deep, biting at her bottom lip until she whimpered. He licked into her like he wanted to own every gasp, every sound, sucking on her tongue before biting her lip again, messy and wet.
“Angel—” she breathed when he finally tore back, spit slick between them, but he didn’t let her finish.
His palm clamped over her mouth, pinning her to the wall, eyes dark and dangerous.
“Shh,” he rasped, breath hot against her ear. “You wanna get caught? You wanna let the whole fucking clubhouse see how needy you are for me?”
Her wide eyes gave her away, even as a muffled whimper slid past his hand.
“That’s what I thought,” he muttered, pressing his body against hers. She could feel him — already hard, cock straining in his jeans. He ground his hips forward until she moaned again, the rough drag of denim making her squirm.
“Fuck, mami,” he groaned, sliding his hand down between them, fingers slipping under her dress. “You know what you do to me?”
Her panties were soaked, sticking to her skin, and Angel hissed through his teeth when he pushed his fingers against her slit.
“Dripping,” he muttered, rubbing slow circles over her clit until her knees buckled. “Standing here in the middle of a party, already fucking soaked for me.”
She moaned into his palm, muffled and needy. Angel shoved two fingers inside without warning, curling them deep. Her body clenched hard, a desperate cry caught under his hand.
“That’s it,” he growled, fucking her with his fingers hard and fast, thumb grinding down on her clit. “Take it. Take my fingers, mami. You love this shit — love knowing anyone could walk down this hallway and see me wrecking you like this.”
He bit into her shoulder through the thin strap of her dress, sucking bruises into her skin, dragging his teeth down her neck before latching onto her pulse point. His other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back so he could mark her throat with sloppy kisses and sharp bites.
Her thighs trembled, her muffled moans louder now, echoing off the hallway walls. Angel fingered her harder, faster, the wet sounds obscene.
“Look at you,” he panted against her ear. “Clenching on my fingers like you’re already close. Haven’t even given you cock yet.”
Her eyes fluttered, body jerking against the wall as he pushed her right to the edge — then pulled his fingers free.
She whined, frustrated, desperate, but Angel just smirked, shoving his slick-coated fingers into her mouth.
“Clean me up,” he ordered, watching her lips wrap around his fingers, sucking them greedily. His cock ached, leaking against the inside of his jeans, but he wanted to see her wreck herself on his fingers first.
When he pulled them free, dripping with spit, his grin turned wicked.
“Good girl,” he muttered, unzipping himself. “Now take me.”
The blunt head of him pushed inside and she cried out, the sound raw, hungry — swallowed again by his hand over her mouth.
“Gonna fuck you right here,” he hissed, yanking her hips back against him. “Make you come all over my cock while Bishop’s thirty feet away playing cards.”
He bottomed out with a grunt, forehead pressed to her shoulder as his hips snapped forward, setting a brutal rhythm right there in the hallway.
The sound was obscene — the wet slap of skin on skin, the squeak of her against the wall, the filthy little gasps she couldn’t swallow. Angel’s teeth grazed her ear, his voice a growl.
“Take it, baby. Take it all. You’re mine — anyone comes down this hallway, that’s what they’ll see. You on my cock, taking every inch like a good girl.”
She arched against him, thighs trembling, her nails clawing uselessly at the wall as he fucked her deeper, rougher, desperate like he hadn’t had her in months. Every thrust had her seeing stars, clit grinding against his hand.
“Angel—” she whimpered against his palm.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned. “Say my name. Let ‘em hear who’s wrecking you.”
Her body clenched hard, orgasm tearing through her, and he grinned against her skin, thrusting through it.
“Good girl. Come for me. So fucking pretty when you fall apart.”
Her muffled cry carried just a little too loud down the hallway. Angel didn’t notice at first, too lost in the slick heat of her around him — but down at the other end, where the hall met the main room, Bishop’s head turned.
He caught Gilly’s eye, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Gilly’s brows lifted, half amused, half impressed. Neither said a word. They just shared that knowing look — two brothers who’d seen this exact brand of Angel’s recklessness before — and turned back to their beers.
Angel’s pace grew ragged, desperate, hips slamming harder against her until he buried himself deep one last time, groaning into her neck as he spilled hot inside her. He pulled back just enough to watch his come drip down her thighs, biting his lip with a filthy grin.
“Fuck, mami,” he panted, tucking himself away, hand slipping from her mouth to her throat in one last possessive squeeze. “If they didn’t know before, they do now.”
And somewhere back in the main room, Bishop chuckled into his glass, shaking his head.
Summary: A reader who’s petty and needs to teach jealous and possessive Angel a lesson.
Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, and jealousy.
Word Count: 2,900+
AN: This one is for my lovelies @darqchilddaydreamz and @ravennaortiz! Be sure to give my babies a shout-out for encouraging me to finish this one. They gave me the push I needed to do so. I hope all my loves enjoy this one. Yes, I’m aware, the dress is different in the storyboard, but it still gives what needs to be given. Okay!
Inspired By💖:
People closest to you, whether friends or family, always expressed that they envied your level of pettiness. It was as if you were the queen of petty. Your best friend often compared your skills to a lioness hunting its prey. If someone pissed you off purposefully, you weren’t always quick to act. It was much better when you waited, letting that person feel they had gotten away with something. Once you noticed it had slipped their mind, that they were comfortable. That would be when you took the time to get revenge. Pettiest bitch alive.
Your current mood and setting could be used as an amazing example. There you were sitting at the kitchen island. Eyes focused on the portable LED makeup mirror propped on the counter. One hand held your eyelid as the other drew a precise wing. Music flowed throughout the house and you rocked your hips while sitting on the bar stool. Your hair had been curled and pinned. You wanted the curls to set in before taking them down. You were fresh out of the shower, almost fully dressed, and smelled divine. To avoid any makeup spills, you had slipped into your silk robe.
The song had switched just as you put the finishing touches on your look. The track that started was perfect for how you were feeling. It was fitting for the little plan you had set in motion. Revenge was for sure sweet. “Beating Down Yo Block” by Monaleo flooded the house. Sliding out of your robe, you started letting your curls loose. Walking over to your heels, you slid them on as the song’s beat sunk into your veins.
Using your fingers to comb through the fresh curls, you started rapping your favorite part. “Bitch I’m fine! Slim waist, pretty face, he know I’m a dime.” Still combing through the curls you dipped to the ground, dress riding up a bit as you did a little twerk. The sound of bikes approached your driveway and you smiled to yourself. Damn, I have perfect timing.
Giving a classy little twerk in the living room mirror, you continued to rap the lyrics, “Ain’t no pressure ‘bout no ninja, tell his ass to fall in line.” The front door opened and your alarm was disabled. You heard him call out to you. You stayed silent, a devilish smirk played upon your lips. Angel walked into the living room. Your eyes met in the mirror as you said the next line in the song. This time, your ‘Megan knees’ were in full effect. “Cause for this next line you gotta look me in my eyes. If you think I’ma sweat you, you out your mothafuckin’ mind.”
Angel was too mesmerized by your ass in the little black dress you had on. He had picked up on the subliminal message of the lyrics but was more interested in your attire. His eyes scanned over you, as his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel himself hardening. That was until he remembered you two weren’t alone. He growled seeing Coco to his left and Ez to his right. Both men were ogling you. Ezekiel’s reaction was more shocked. Coco’s grin was a mile long as he sat there eating every bit of the image up.
Angel being jealous and possessive, barked at you, “Stop throwing ass in front of company. Pull that short-ass dress down. Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that anyway?”
“First off I was here, by myself, getting ready, and enjoying my company. I can twerk as much as I want in my damn house. You barged your tall lanky ass into my shit. Stop talking to me crazy, Angel. To answer your question. I’m going out with my girls.”
“Our shit.”
“Sleeping here almost every night doesn't mean a thing to me. You still have your place and my last name hasn’t changed.
“If you wear that short-ass dress, we’re going with you. Your ass is damn near out.”
“Stop being dramatic. No, it isn’t! I do not need a babysitter, Angel. If you can do you, I can do me, right?”
Angel understood what it was all about now.
“Why do you have to be so petty? How does that much evil fit in such a short body?”
Your shoulders shrugged, as your hips swayed to the mirror to touch up your lip combo. Angel walked up behind you pulling you into his chest. His lips ghosted your bare shoulder, giving it a playful bite, and his hips thrust against you.
“Stay here with me, mi dulce. I want to get you out of this dress.”
You felt him press into you and fought back a whimper. You refused to allow Angel to have his way. You pushed off of him.
“I’m going out tonight in this dress, end of conversation. On second thought, I take that back. Let’s have a chat about dresses. Mine is an issue, but it wasn’t a problem last weekend,” you purred.
“Last weekend? What are you talking about?”
Yeah, playing dumb is not going to slide this time, jackass.
“Don’t play stupid with me, Angel.”
Your obtuse boyfriend looked to Coco and Ez for help. Both men threw their hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.
“Here let me jog your memory. Remember when I walked into the party at the clubhouse last weekend? When you hadn’t noticed, because you were too busy entertaining that fucking hang around. The one who conveniently dropped her phone and bent over to pick it up. Had all three of you dumbasses staring at her bare ass. I couldn’t give one iota of a fuck about your boys staring, but you? Yeah, that’s a problem. You want to be possessive? I’ll do the same. You want to stare at other bitches? Let’s see how you feel about other men eyeing me, Papa. My dress isn’t nearly as short as the one that thirsty hoe had on. I’ve told you one too many times not to play with me. Now I’ma show you better than I could ever tell you, baby.”
Angel tried to save face in front of his friends. He mumbled, “Nobody worried about shit. Go out, it won’t affect me as much as you think, Mami.”
Your eyes locked in with both EZ and Coco. You all smirked, communicating without even saying a word. He wanted to be cute in front of his little friends?
I can be funny too, and have them help a sista out.
Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.
“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.
Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” she teased the flustered Mayan.
Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “You the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”
“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine-ass woman,” Coco challenged.
Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.
Still staring at Coco like a madman he replied, “Bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”
Ezekiel wanted in with busting his brother's balls. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he joined in on the fun, “Sister or not. We’re not real blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”
“Don’t finish that fucking statement, Ezekiel,” Angel warned.
Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.
“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”
In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle among the brothers.
“Jesus, bro. Learn how to handle a joke!”
“Fuck both of y’all,” Angel pouted, no longer enjoying being the brunt of the joke.
“No disrespect. My bad, it is fat though,” he chuckled along with Ezekiel.
“Bunch of bitches,” Angel groaned.
Feeling you had tortured him enough for the evening, you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Hey, look at me,” you cooed, gripping his chin softly.
“Baby, you know they’re joking. If anybody tried me like that, I’d curse them out. Relax, you know you give them shit about their significant others as well. Luckily you have sense enough not to try that shit in front of me, because I’d kick you in the balls,” she smiled innocently. Now calm down and give me kisses, papa.”
His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. Three pecks and a hungry kiss later, EZ and Coco stood there rolling their eyes.
“All this lovey-dovey shit is making my stomach turn. Cut it out,” Coco grumbled.
“One more, mama. Make it real good so Coco can lose his dinner.”
He leaned in to capture your lips. It was slow and dirty. All teeth and tongue. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand trailed down your back. Stopping at your backside, he grabbed a handful. His left hand lifted from your waist as he flipped his brothers off.
“Now how can you get mad, when you know for a fact that it's fat? Look at how you just gripped the shit out of it. You got any sisters or cousins packing something that serious? Hook us up,” Coco begged.
It was your turn to flick them off. Pulling away from the kiss, you bounced over to your brothers. Raising on tiptoes you slapped them both in the back of the head.
“That’s for staring at my ass!”
Another smack.
“That’s for conveniently forgetting you both have old ladies. Whom I adore. I’m snitching on you bitches. Do I have any sisters or cousins? Get out my face with that mess, joke or not, I’ll beat your ass. Angel’s all the heathen my family can tolerate,” you joked.
Angel sat back with his arms crossed admiring you. Feeling his stare, your eyes connected as you bit your lip.
Both men sandwiched you in between giving you bear hugs. Ezekiel kissed your temple before pulling back.
“Lo siento, hermanita.”
“Yeah, querida. We didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Angel makes it so easy to fuck with him.”
Angel raised both middle fingers to his brothers. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. With a tug of his shirt, he understood your signal to lower himself to your height. You pecked his lips several times. He stood there smiling like a love-struck idiot as you wiped your gloss from his lips.
With a pat on his chest, you made a beeline to your handbag. You made sure you had your keys and cell phone. With confirmation, you turned in the direction of the three men.
“Alright baby, I’m heading over to besties. I’m leaving my car at hers, and she’s driving us to the bar.”
Angel cut you off, growling your full name. “I’m serious, querida. If you’re wearing that we’re coming too.”
The two of you stared each other down. You refused to give in to his demands. With a shrug of the shoulders, you responded, “Then I guess y’all hittin’ the bar tonight.” The keys in your hand were tossed across the living room as Angel caught them. He looked at you, head tilted to the side.
“Oh, you thought I was changing? No, baby boy. I hope you three didn’t have any plans.”
To the three men’s absolute horror, not only did they have you to watch over. EZ and CoCo were pissed to learn that the besties you were hitting the town with were their old ladies. They too, had on dresses that left little to the imagination.
When you went for revenge, it was always the most pettiest, delicious thing ever. The Mayan men spent the next two hours threatening anybody who so much as looked in your direction. They sat at the bar mugging, while you and the girls danced the night away.
Later that night after everyone had returned to their homes, Angel sat in the recliner. His eyes collided with yours as you swept into the living room fresh out of the shower. He looked pissed as you giggled, standing between his legs.
“What did we learn today,” you asked in your best kindergarten-teacher voice.
“What the fuck are you on about, querida?”
You leaned forward running your hands up his arms. You crawled into his lap, smiling mischievously. Your arms linked behind his neck as you rocked a bit. Inwardly you did a little victory dance as you heard him groan.
Your face stopped inches away from his. The two of you were close enough that your breath fanned one another. “Don’t play dumb. What did you learn, Daddy?”
“That you’re a petty ass woman.”
“Boy, stop! You already knew that.” Your hips circled on his lap. Angel's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he groaned, “Fuck.”
“Answer me, Daddy,” you cooed, rocking your hips back and forth over his hardening erection. “I’ll even help you out. Repeat after me.”
“I learned,” you started, pressing against him harder. You halted your movement, waiting for him to repeat it.
Angel kissed his teeth, “You gonna take this away,” he started, palming your covered mound. Your breath hitched, as you fought for control. Unable to say anything, your head nodded.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled, “I fucking learned,” he growled.
“Not to pay thot-ass, hang-around-ass hoes any mind.”
“I’m not saying that shit, Mami.”
“Ignacio,” you growled back, “Just say the shit so we can fuck already.”
“Fine! I’ll ignore every thot ass hoe who steps foot in the clubhouse. Does that work for your pretty ass,” he asked, giving your left cheek a light smack.
“I mean, I guess.”
Angel cocked his head back, “You guess? Mi dulce, you know I don’t want that girl. She was being thirsty. That’s what they do.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You look at women’s asses all the time. Why is it cool when you’re all like, ‘Babe, look at her ass! Sis, packing a wagon,” he mocked.
“That’s different. You gotta have permission, love.”
“You know you’re crazy as fuck. Right?”
“Yep! Enough of this. Do you want to make it up to me? Take me upstairs, put me on my back, and eat me until I can’t see straight.”
With an evil smirk, Angel had you in the bedroom, on your back instantly. The head he’d given caused your vision to blur. Without any time to come down, Angel flipped you onto your knees. He buried himself deep, pulling at your curls. Angel bent you into the perfect arch. He was in no mood to be nice. Flashes of you in that dress being ogled ran through his head. He pinned you to the mattress as his hips snapped against you. The both of you, shouting every time his tip tapped that spot.
He used both hands to smack against your supple flesh. Angel's fingers dug into your hips as he gave you one punishing stroke after another. His long digits made their way back into your mane. He tugged on it pulling you up and against his chest.
“You weren’t mad. Right, mi dulce? You just wanted to get me all worked up, yeah,” he rasped sexily. His hips circled, pushing deeper, “You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,” he groaned. His free hand crept down your belly. It slipped down, down, down until it reached your bundle of nerves.
Angel pulled out slowly until it was just the tip. His lips trailed kisses over the shell of your ear, leaving a playful nibble on the lobe.
“That’s it—ain’t it, Mami? You were in the mood to be my little slut, hm?”
Angel didn’t bother waiting for a reply. His hips surged forward, slamming his length to the hilt. The moment his tip tapped against those delicate nerves, he pinched your clit. He chuckled at the piercing scream you released. Your body trembled as his fingers circled the sensitive bud. The circles stopped once you came back down. Angel laughed again as your body went limp. He held you up, brushing hair out of your face, his kisses dusting your forehead.
“You’re alright, mi dulce. You did so good for me, mami.”
Your eyes blinked as you smiled lazily. Drunk off good sex, you slurred, “Thank you, baby,” head leaning back against his chest.
Angel's voice rasped, “Oh you think we're done? Mm-mm, mi vida. We’re just getting started. You whined feeling him pulse inside you. “Don’t whine now. Worked up was what you wanted. Now you gon’ take it. Be a good girl for me and get daddy off, yeah?” Angel's voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, and then you’re going to clean up your mess. Put that pretty mouth to use.”
Angel’s words must have replenished your energy. Your lip tucked between your teeth, as your channel spasmed around him.
“Seems like you're ready for it after all,” he replied, giving you light strokes.
Being petty came with the loveliest of benefits. Here’s to hoping this man fucks up again.
How did we like it, lovelies?! Comments and reblogs are GREATLY appreciated💖.
Coco is a tough guy who comes off stoic and detached, emotionally unavailable. The " I don't care, don't look at m, don't ask me shit" tough, but here are 10 things I believe Coco would never admit even under torture:
1. Puppies. He loves Puppies. He’ll act like he doesn’t like them. If anyone ask if he’d ever get a dog he’d say “Why so he can chew on my shoes and shit on my floor – fuck that.” But the moment everyone turns their back, he scratching Ez’s dog around her ears, talking bout how she’s a good girl. And if his girl ever brought one home, he’d act annoyed, argue without her about bringing a flea bag into his house, even though you pay half the rent.
But the second he’s alone with it, he’s on the floor baby talking it. Tucking it into a blanket, taking 50 pictures of it. And if anyone ever caught a glimpse of a puppy pic and asks “what was that?” He’d dunk his phone in a glass of water, destroying all evidence, then run back to his house to google how to recover your photos from the cloud.
2. The baby voice. He has one. He’ll never do it around anyone, but the moment he thinks he’s alone with an animal, Bam! Baby voice. Especially if the animal is tiny.
3. He loves Pink. He finds girls who wear pink annoying but he can’t stop looking at them. Pink nails, his eyes will be glued to your hands thinking about having them run through his hair, pink top, he’s gonna stare a hole in your shirt.
4. He has a Sweet tooth. He won’t ever order any desserts but he’ll steal bites from yours. Take sips from you fruity drinks when the guys aren’t looking.
5. He sleeps better when someone touches him. He’ll whine when you ask him to cuddle you, like “damn why you so needy?” but once you fall asleep he’s grabbing your leg, wrapping it around him. If you roll away in your sleep, he wakes up confused and offended, then drags you back. In the morning he’ll be like “Why you always gotta be on me.”
6. He keeps little momentos. That shirt he used to dry your tears the first time you had a fight, it’s still in his closet, he wont wear it anymore but he won’t get rid of it. That button that fell of your blouse in his car that you never found? He found it. He kept it. It’s in his nightstand.
7. He’s possessive. If it lives in his house. It’s his. Furniture, tv, guns, food? His. Puppy? His. Even if you bought it, it’s his. All your stuff? His. You? His. Kids, His. He’ll walk in like “Why’d you leave my shit on my couch?” You’ll look around “What shit, there’s literally nothing on the couch except for me.” He’ll say “Exactly, get in my bed.”
8. He’s a big kid. He acts all tough on the street, but at home though. He demands your attention. “babe, come watch tv with me.” “Babe, come to bed, I’m tired.” “I’m sick, do we have nyquil.” But he’ll say it’s your fault cuz he was never like this before. And well that’s true. It is your fault cuz you spoiled him that one time and now he expects it forever.
9. He likes to watch Disney movies. He swears he only got Disney+ for Marvel movies because he likes “watching shit blow up.” But he likes 101 Dalmatians. He won’t anything on himself, no he waits til you put it on so he can pretned he’s doing you a favor. When you ask if you can watch Tinkerbell and the Legend of the Neverbeast and he’ll be like “yeah sure, if you wanna watch it.” Like he’s bothered by it but he loves you so he’ll watch it to make you happy but then you catch him teary eyed.
10. He loves compliments. He act like he don’t need anyone’s approval or admiration. But tell him he looks good. Tell him he smells good. Tell him his hair looks good. His tattoos are sexy? He perks up like a “tattooed golden retriever.”
