You weren’t looking to stay in Santo Padre—just another tourist passing through, keeping your head down.
Then you met Coco Cruz. He’s rough around the edges, all smart remarks and easy charm, but there’s something in his eyes that feels safe. Familiar. Like someone who’s been through his own kind of hell.
You start spending time together—coffee runs, long talks on cracked sidewalks, quiet nights where the silence says more than words ever could. But Coco notices the one thing you won’t do: touch him.
He doesn’t push. Not until the night everything breaks—when the truth comes out in anger and tears, when you tell him what was taken from you. Now Coco has to figure out how to be the kind of man who doesn’t reach for what isn’t freely given— how to love without crossing a line.
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), exes to lovers, nipple play, cumming from nipple stimulation, multiple orgasms, fluff, reader has pierced nipples, no use of y/n
Notes- Angel is so much fun to write for! And even if the ending of Mayans was disappointing I still really miss him! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!
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It had been so long that you almost forgot what it felt like. The wind in your face, the roar of the motorcycle, the strong torso of Angel Reyes anchoring you as you wrapped your arms around him. There was a time when Angel took you for a ride every weekend, and you went to that special place and ravaged each other for hours before you laid under the stars. But, life got in the way, and you two were separated for some time.
But, now you were back together. And while things were different, some things stayed the same. And you smirked to yourself as you thought about some of the surprises you had in store for him.
“We’re here, baby,” Angel slowed the bike to a stop at the bridge.
You exhaled contently, “Just like old times,” you took his hand and let him lead you over to your spot.
Angel stopped and turned around, looking you up and down as if it were his first time seeing you, “Baby,” he cupped your face, “You look even hotter than last time I saw you.”
A soft laugh escaped your lips as you leaned into his touch, “So do you, Angel.”
Wasting no time, Angel pulled you in close and pressed his lips against yours. You moaned into you as you parted your lips and invited him in, tasting him for the first time in a long time. He gripped into your hips to yank you against him, as if he couldn’t get your close enough. The smell of his kutte mixed with his cologne was intoxicating, and it sent a pulse right to your core.
“Angel,” you murmured as he kissed his way down your neck, “I missed you.”
He only groaned as he bucked his hips against you, letting you feel how hard he was already. It was all the answer you needed. Angel bit down on the sensitive spot on your neck, licking a sucking before he kissed his way back up and took your lips once more.
Carefully, the two of you back up against the steel railing without breaking away. Angel glanced over a few times to make sure you wouldn’t step in the wrong place, and you trusted him enough to not need to look for yourself. You gasped when your back hit the cold rail, but Angel only deepened the kiss more as your mouth dropped open.
He groaned as he helped you up onto the rail, finding that perfect spot that had a long pole for you to lean against. It was an old bridge, but it was sturdy, and the spot Angel liked to place you had a wider base so you could be comfortable while he stood between your parted legs.
“Shit baby,” he murmured as his hands dipped under your shirt.
You let go of his temporarily so he could lift your shirt up over your head before you clawed at his own shirt, a silent plea for him to take it off. Angel broke away to shrug it off, and you couldn't help the gasp you let out at seeing his bare chest again. You know you were gawking at him as your eyes trailed across all his tattoos and his defined pecs, but at the same time, you couldn’t care less.
“Like what you see, querida?” Angel asked with a cocky smirk.
“Fuck yeah,” you breathed, too in awe to think of a more witty comeback.
You extended your arms for him and he gladly obliged. The two of you crashed your lips together, this time in a more heated and desperate kiss. Hand roamed all over the other, feeling and caressing every dip and curve in the other’s figure. Angel groaned as he reached the back of your bra and tried to unclasp it, but he got quickly frustrated and growled into you.
“Let me,” you giggled softly as you reached back and pinched your bra with one hand and let it fall into your lap.
This time, it was Angel’s turn to gawk. “Are those…” he cleared his throat as his eyes landed right on your breasts, “Are those new?” His cock involuntarily twitched in his pants.
“Like what you see?” you asked with a teasing grin as you shimmied your shoulders, letting your breasts swing as you did so.
What Angel hadn’t seen before was the new-ish piercings you had: both nipples. The metal from the jewelry twinkled in the setting sun, and Angel couldn’t rip his eyes away from them. He had always loved and worshiped your breasts, but this only made you even hotter.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Angel groaned as he grabbed onto your waist and dove into your breasts.
You buried your hands in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, licking and flicking at the jewelry. Your mouth dropped open to let the moans flow freely as he played with your piercing with his tongue. The sensations were more intensified due to the piercing, and it sent jolt and jolt of pleasure right to your pussy.
“Fuck! Angel!” you cried out as your mind swam in pleasure.
No one made you feel the way Angel did, and having the nipple piercings only added to it. You felt as if you could cum just from his tongue on your breast alone. But, just as you felt a tingle up your spine, he pulled away and looked at you with a glazed over expression.
“Shit baby you’re so fucking hot,” he breathed before he dipped back down and attacked your other breast.
One hand stayed in his hair while the other moved to his shoulder, gripping him hard and digging your nails into his skin. Angel didn’t care though, and it actually spurred him on more. He growled into your breast as he took as much of you into his mouth as he could, flicking and sucking at your nipple while he did so. His one hand kneaded your other breast, gently pinching your nipple piercing, while the other kept a firm grip on your hip to keep you in place.
Your cries echoed through the woods, but you didn’t care. Someone could walk in on you right now and you would tell Angel to keep going. His tongue felt so good on your breasts and his large hands kept you grounded and safe. You dropped your head back as your skin warmed while his tongue ran over your piercing over and over again.
That familiar feeling started to build from deep within you. You rocked your hips against Angel as much as you could, desperate for some friction against your pussy. He got the message right away, and while his lip still stayed on your breast, Angel bucked his clothed cock against your cunt, letting out a groan as he did so.
“Fuck… Angel…” you moaned, “I think I’m gonna cum…”
Angel stopped and broke away, a trail of spit connecting your bodies. He stared at you for a moment in awe, as if he couldn’t believe you were real. “Do it, baby,” his tone was low and dripped with lust, “Fucking cum just from be sucking your fucking gorgeous tits.”
With that, he dove back in, with time with more determination to make you cum. He rocked his hips against yours as he licked and sucked at your nipple, the jewelry rolling in between his lips. His hand squeezed your other breast, and he pinched your nipple a few times, savoring the screams you let out.
“Oh fuck… Angel… Fuck!” your legs trembled on either side of his body as you felt your climax quickly build. Your body felt hot as the sensations become almost overwhelming but in the best way possible. And with just a few more swipes of his tongue and thrusts of his hips, you came hard, “Angel!” you screamed his name as tears fell from your eyes.
Angel held onto you while he worked you through your orgasm. His cock screamed in agony, desperate for his own release, but he was too consumed with you to care. He wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to lick and kiss and suck everywhere you’d let him. He would make you cum a hundred times before he even thought about himself.
When you let out a whimper and tugged at his hair, Angel finally released your breast. He pulled back and the two of you just stared at each other for several mong moments. Neither of you said anything, you just breathed heavily.
Your gaze dropped down to Angel’s cock for a moment before you looked back up at him. Without a word, you reached for his zipper as you licked your lips involuntarily.
“Wait, baby,” he grabbed your wrist. When you gave him a questioning look, he murmured your name, “We have all night baby,” he purred as he cupped your face, “First, I want fuckin’ do that again.”
The moan you let out was the most sinful sound you had ever made in your life. And Angel spent the entire night raviging and worshiping your body until the sun rose. He couldn’t keep his hands or his mouth off your nipple piercings, and it wasn’t until you came several times that he finally let you ride him until he came hard deep inside you.
Collapsing down onto the ground in exhaustion, the two of you panted hard. Sweat lined both your bodies, despite losing the warmth from the sun. Angel pulled you in close, wrapping his hard around you and holding you tight.
“That was a nice surprise, baby,” he murmured, “So fucking hot.”
You laughed softly, “You weren’t so bad yourself, Angel.” you teased, hiding how much you truly cared for him.
His hands roamed lazily across your body until they reached your breasts once more. He cupped them, rolling your piercing in his fingers, pulling a soft whimper from you.
Summary: You and Angel lose your cool. That’s it. Don’t want to give too much away 😂.
Warnings: As to be expected with my potty mouth, this is laced with profanity 😆. Also has anger, a little sadness, and a pinch of implied smut 😝😈🥵.
A/N: It’s My Birfdayyy and I brought y’all some new content 🥰! I was going to use a couple of my tv boo’s for this particular subject, but this was longer than I thought it would be. I'm seriously considering still doing other tv characters. Like, as in one at a time. Might make it a short series. We shall see. Please excuse any grammatical errors. Hope you guys enjoy it ♥️.
Word Count: 1,300+
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You sat at the kitchen table taking small sips of the cup of coffee you just poured. Exhaling sharply you slid your phone closer to check the clock again. It had been the fourth time in the last twenty minutes. Growing irritated that it was five minutes until two in the morning, you locked the screen pushing it back out of reach.
“Two in the morning. Out of your fucking mind,” you mumbled to yourself.
It was as if whoever you were talking about felt their ears tingling. The lock to the front door turned and you heard it swiftly push open. Whoever it was closed the door as soft as they could. Turning to head down the hall, noticing the kitchen light confirmed that they were screwed.
“You might as well bring ya ass in this kitchen. I know you see this damn light. I know you know what time it is. Get your fast ass in here!”
You had planned to keep going but swallowed your words when you saw Angel's handsome and confused face step into the kitchen.
“Mamí, what the fuck are you talking about? You know I’ve been out doing club shit. I mean I know it’s late, but I wasn’t out being fast mi dulce,” he replied, putting up air quotes around the word fast.
Sucking your teeth you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. It lasted a short moment before your face turned serious. You remembered why you were mad in the first place once you saw that it was now 2:30.
“That wasn’t meant for you. I know you’ve been handling club business.”
“Okay. I’m confused. What’s going on?”
“Your little fast ass daughter missed curfew and she’s still not home.”
Angel's face quickly changed from confusion to anger.
“What the fuck do you mean she’s not home? Anna’s curfew is midnight. It’s damn near three in the morning.”
“No shit.”
“Have you tried calling her phone?”
“What do you think? Yes! Baby, I’ve called her at least six times in the last two hours. Let me be clear. The first two times I called she answered and acted like she had bad reception. The third time I told her not to say shit and just listen.”
“What did you say?”
“Verbatim. Ain’t shit wrong with your phone. Keep thinking shits a game. Get your ass home. Now! Do you know this little girl had the nerve to continue to act like she had bad reception after that and hang up?”
“Maybe she did have bad reception, querida.”
“Boy shut the fuck up. No, she did not. How did she have bad reception but I could hear music blasting? I heard her little head ass of a boyfriend laughing with her friends who were gassing her to hang up on me! She’s at a house party, Angel.
“Let me try calling her.”
“Fine, go on and let her piss you off then.”
Digging his phone from his back pocket. He dialed Anna’s number. In true daddy’s girl fashion she of course answered on the first ring. It pissed you off to the highest level, knowing that she was going to try and play Angel.
“Hi, Papi! I know I’m late-.”
“You better have a good ass reason for not being in this house right now Anna. Where in the hell are you? Fuck all that I don’t even care. Get your ass to the house now. If you’re not walking through that door in the next twenty minutes I’ma roll-up on you with your uncle Ezekiel and embarrass you. I’d hate to have to knock the shit out of your dumbass boyfriend for putting you up to this shit, Anna. You know I’ll do that shit too.”
He hung up on her before she had a chance to respond and threw his phone on the table after setting a twenty-minute timer. He got a beer out of the fridge and gulped it down. You were shocked because usually, he was more lenient than you. He liked to be the good cop to your bad cop. Looking at him a little dumbfounded he took notice.
“What?”
“As soon as she’s home, grounded, and sent to bed I got something for you, daddy.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that mi dulce?”
“All the Kitty you want. You deserve rounds for finally being the disciplinarian. You know, I’ve been bad too. May need you to discipline me as well. Maybe choke me out a little. Slut me out a bit. Your choice daddy.”
While getting all worked up over Angel’s actions neither of you heard the front door open and close.
“That’s so gross momma. Swear I’m going to need therapy when I get older.”
“You might not want to come in here with a smart ass mouth if you know what’s good for you. She’s ten seconds off your ass,” Angel explained.
“But daddy.”
“Save it. Who do you think you are playing on your momma’s phone like that? It’s like you don’t value breathing. You know she’s with the shits. So let’s go over everything I’ve learned through your actions tonight. You’re disrespectful as fuck, you think you can do whatever you want, and it was a mistake buying you a car. Getting your license and your car doesn’t make you grown, princesa.”
Anna sat at the kitchen table with her head down and arms crossed.
“Look at your father when he’s speaking to you. Seriously Anna, what has gotten into you lately? I’m starting to think it was a mistake to buy you that car.”
“I’m sorry momma. I just wish I had a later curfew. All my friends don’t have to be home until two on the weekends.”
“Okay, and? I’m not they momma. Fuck them kids, my only concern is you. Tell you what in three months if none of ya bestie’s turn up pregnant we can revisit this conversation and consider extending your curfew.”
“Momma! You know Kaitlyn and Gabby are already pregnant.”
“My point exactly. Girl bye. I’m done with this conversation. Just know I’m disappointed in you. What you did tonight was not only immature but selfish.”
“She’s right Anna. Go to bed.”
“Can I go ahead and get my punishment now?”
“This child still doesn't get it. You know what I’m done with this conversation. By the way, you might want to find a better boyfriend. He should’ve talked your ass into coming home on time, instead of encouraging this trash-ass attitude you’ve got going on. Better yet let him know that your momma said he’s a whole hoe. I'm going to bed. Angel go on and do whatever, I just don’t have the energy. Her lack of accountability is draining,” you replied, pecking him on the lips.
Anna was caught off guard with you calling her boyfriend a hoe. Angel snapped his fingers to bring her attention back to him. As you made your way towards the master bedroom you stopped to listen. Wanting to hear her punishment, you paused for a moment in the hallway.
“Give me your keys. You’re grounded until further notice. You’ve caused a lot of stress on your mother. You left her speechless. Now I might not even get any cause you wanna suck all the energy out of mamí. Go to bed with your cock blocking ass.”
With that, you heard them both get up from the kitchen table and hurried into the bedroom to pretend you weren’t eavesdropping.
Angel undressed and slipped under the covers pulling you into his side. He kissed your forehead a few times and wrapped his arms around you.
“I know you were in the hall listening, querida,” he smirked.
“Did you have to call her a cock blocker, Angel?”
“That depends. Are you still trying to give me some Kitty?”
“You know I can’t keep quiet and you know her ass will be listening. I’m not traumatizing our kid even if she is a jerk.”
“Then hell yeah calling her a cock blocker was necessary,” he replied, sucking his teeth. Come on baby I missed you tonight. Couldn’t wait to get home to this,” he groaned while cupping your behind.
Angel started kissing and sucking on your neck. It only took a few moments before you made up your mind.
You got out of bed and slipped out of your oversized t-shirt and panties. Nodding your head in the opposite direction of the bed gave the signal he was hoping for.
“Come on. She can’t hear us in the shower. Just be sure to lock the damn door this time.”
He leaped out of bed and threw you over his shoulder. Giving you a swat to the left cheek, he sped off to the bathroom.
A/N: thank you for the request! Sorry it’s a little late. I changed it up a bit by having Jax and Gemma still be alive as well as some other things. I’m really happy with how this turned out so I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3
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This was the third time Angel’s phone went straight to voicemail. It was the middle of the night, and he said he would be home 3 hours ago for his and your movie night which at the end of it, you would share some thrilling life-changing news. You were worried sick about him not returning your calls, worried that something serious had happened. What if he was hurt? Or worse, dead? You decided to shoot him a text; maybe he was doing something important, making it so he couldn’t pick up right now.
📲 Angel😇
Baby, where are you? I’m worried! Please just let me know if you’re safe ok? I have something exciting to tell you. Love you❤️
You texted some of the other guys. None of them had heard anything from him. They told you not to worry. He was probably caught up with something and would turn up eventually. Luckily your brother Jax picked up when you called. You asked him for some guidance on if you should sound the alarm or wait until Angel gave off noise. Since he was in the same life as your husband, you figured he would know what’s best. He told you better to wait. That he was most likely dealing with something that had taken his full attention. If he didn’t turn up tomorrow, Jackson said he would take the drive over to help you look for him. You were so thankful for your big brother. He was always there to help you whenever he could. To protect and love you.
You refused to go to sleep before he came home or before he called you, so you knew he was safe and sound. Some movie was playing on the TV that you didn’t pay much attention to. The battle between you and your eyelids was still going strong. All of a sudden, you were woken up from your zombie state by the front door opening and closing. Footsteps that belonged to no other than Angel made their way into the dim-lit living room.
“Angel!” His movements were sort of clumsy. A sign that he had been drinking. You came to stand at his side. Holding him up by his forearm as it looked like he was going to faint face down ass up on the floor any second. Your nose scrunched up at the strong smell of the alcohol on him. “Angel, I was worried sick! Where were you?” “I was out with my brother.” His words had a pinch of sluggishness in them as he spoke. “We were supposed to have our movie night! We haven’t seen each other all week, and this was going to be our evening together.”
“Ugh,” he tugged himself out of your grasp, which took you by surprise. “Why are you so bossy all the time? I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.” His words started to sting a little, but you didn’t think that much of it. He was shitfaced drunk, and he wasn’t his usual self. “Angel I-“ “No, you listen here, I’m sick and tired of you always going; oh Angel this oh Angel that,” he tried to mimic your voice but failed miserably, “like shut up. Shut the fuck up for one goddamn second in your life and stop being so fucking clingy.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. The tears in your eyes started to build up as you held two protective hands over your stomach. Your mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. “A-Angel ple-please-“ “No, I don’t fucking care right now. I’m leaving.” And just like that, he turned around and walked out. The force of the door slamming shut shook the whole house as you were left with an emptiness inside you.
The tears ran down your cheeks like it was pouring rain outside. Your body trembled at the anxiety and stress you were feeling at what just happened. You looked down at where your hands were laid over your stomach. “I-I’m so sorry li-little bean. I’m so so-sorry, my sweetheart.”
In the morning, you woke up in the worst state you have ever been in. The same clothes as yesterday were still on you. The pounding in your head wouldn’t seem to stop. Your eyes raw from crying, and your throat felt like rough sandpaper. Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you padded down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you stared out the kitchen window, you saw your neighbor playing with their kids, which started the production of tears again.
A gasp left you of the sound from the front door opening and Angel’s voice calling for you. You met him in the living room—both of you staring at each other without saying a word. You should be mad at him, shouldn’t you? To scream at him for saying those hurtful things? But for some reason, your heart wouldn’t allow you to do so. You were just relieved that he had come home.
Angel was the first one to break the awkward silence. “Please… sit,” he pointed towards the sofa. You sat at one end while he took his place at the other. His face was in his hands. It looked like he had something to share with you. “Angel… what is it?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyes locked with yours and his heart broke when he saw what mess he had left you in. “I’m sorry for how I acted. Yelling at you like that…saying things that aren’t true… it’s not what you deserve. I don’t know what came over me and… I have something I need to tell you.” He looked up to you as tears welled up in his eyes. You gave him a slight nod, a sign that he could go ahead with whatever it was.
“When I left in the night, I was supposed to go over to pop's house to sleep. I didn’t take the bike because I was too shitfaced to drive, so I went on foot hoping that it would sober me up… and... I just kept walking and walking until I found myself… not at Felipe’s.” He peeked up to you from where he was looking down at the floor just a moment ago. His heart broke into microscopic pieces when he saw on your face that you knew where his story was most likely going. As much as he didn’t want to finish, he had to. He had to come clean and straight with you. You deserved that much.
“I found myself at Adelita’s place… and… we hooked up.” The silence after he said that was hefty and long. Once again, he was the one to break it. “Querida… it’s the biggest fucking mistake I have ever made in my fucking life. I don’t know what the fuck came over me to do something like that to you… to us.”
He tried to get a hold of your hand, but you pulled away in disgust. You didn’t want him to touch you after he had been feeling all up on her in the night while you were home alone crying yourself to sleep. You had no words, none. Your mouth was opening and closing, but nothing seemed to escape it. “Please say something.” “Where is she?” “I don’t see ho-“ “Goddammit Angel, just tell me where the fuck she is!” The scream you let out startled him. “Sh-she’s at the clubhouse… there was some emergency that needed to be taken care of, and it couldn’t wait till later.”
At lightning speed, you had grabbed the car keys and were out the door. Angel registered what the fuck was going on when he heard the engine's roar from the car. He was quick to his feet and on his bike to try and catch up before you did anything stupid.
Not thinking straight, you barge through the Templo doors to be met with Adelita and the rest of the MC standing over a map planning something. “Sweetheart, you aren’t supposed to be here,” Bishop said with a stern manner. You didn’t hear him. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to be in the room. All you could think about was the rage filling you up as she stood there gloating at you. A smug look on her face that you knew where your man had been last night, all cozy and tangled up together in her sheets.
She didn’t expect you to jump her and start beating the shit out of her; she knew you weren’t that type of girl, so it startled her when you did. That’s when Angel walked in out of breath and saw the scene in front of him that had him stand dead in his tracks as he watched. Your hands punched and scratched as you screamed, "I'm the mother of his child, not you bitch! Don’t ever touch him again!” You didn’t register what you said, and now everyone knew. She tried to fight back, but you were much more powerful than her.
It took the guys a few moments to pull you off as they were in sheer shock at what was going on in front of them. You were usually a shy and sweet girl that wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They were surprised that you so quickly took her down. Once pulled off, Taza escorted Adelita out since it was time for her to leave. “How in the fuck did you do that?” They almost said in unison. "Jax may be my brother, but my mother is Gemma, and you definitely don’t want to fuck with us.” You knew your mother would be proud of you for standing up for yourself and for putting that bitch in her place.
“Wait… you’re pregnant.” “Yes, Angel, I’m fucking pregnant, and you’ve just fucked up our whole relationship, our future.” The tears that were threatening to spill were managed to be put under control by your choice of not showing any of them how you truly felt, sad, empty, alone, and betrayed by Angel’s choices of thinking with his dick and not his fucking brain.
You were about to storm out when he grabbed you by the forearm. “Wait, please… we can fix this! Please let me fix this dulce.” “No, Angel,” you twisted your arm to get loose of his grip; the touch of him made you cringe, “the damage has already been done. I can’t fucking stand to look at you. Not now. I’m going home… I’m going home to Charming for a while.” And with that, you left Angel there to mend his broken pieces at losing the two of you…
To Be Continued
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It had been over a week since you had seen Hailey, and to say you were anxious to get back to her was an understatement. Miguel has had you in Mexico and she’s been on a case with her dad, so you haven’t even had a chance to talk and check in.
You’re sitting in the front seat, Paco driving as you make your way to Miguel’s and you know Paco is going as fast as possible so you can get to Hailey. You can’t help but think of your homecoming after your first deployment.
After six months you were finally back in San Diego and on the way to surprise Hailey. You texted her roommate to make sure you can pull the surprise off and the excitement was growing the closer you got. Parking outside of her building you send a quick text to her roommate and she meets you at the door letting you in. She’s kind enough to be staying at a friend's house tonight giving you the privacy the two of you need.
“Thank you for everything!” You tell her as you take an extra key.
“You’re welcome, and welcome home. She’s going to sob when she sees you.” Chuckling you just nod and make your way up the stairs to their door. Knocking three times and then you wait. You can hear the quiet shuffle as she makes her way to the door and your heart beats fast.
When she pulls the door open she lets out a broken gasp and immediately jumps into your arms. “Nes.” She whispers into your neck and you feel the hot tears landing on your skin as she squeezes you tighter than ever before. “You’re home!”
“I’m home baby, I’m home.” Resting your arm under her butt to hold her to you, you move into the room and lock the door behind you.
Pulling away from your neck she smashes her lips with yours. “I missed you so much, Nes.” Putting her feet back on the ground you grabbed her face holding her to you.
“I missed you, Hails, so fucking much.” Pulling apart again you get a good look at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I think you got even more beautiful.”
Her cheeks got pink and her smile grew as she grabbed your hand and started pulling you to her bedroom. “I need you, your sweet talking mouth, skilled hands, and body in my bed with me.” Before she gets too far you lunge forward scooping her up over your shoulder.
“Let’s do this baby.” You slap her ass causing her to laugh as she clings to your shirt. “I can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you.”
Throwing her in the bed you slowly strip her of her sweatshirt and then her bra, then her leggings and underwear. “If I would have known you were coming home I would have been sexier for you.” Getting on her knees she comes over to you, pulling your shirt over your head and kisses along your neck while her hands work to undo your belt, button and zipper. One small hand going into the waistband of your underwear and begins rubbing you slowly, painfully slow.
“Fuck, Hails.” You hissed at the feeling of her skin on yours. “You gotta stop or I’m not going to last long.”
Pulling her hand from your underwear she pushes them and your pants down and lays back, legs spread wide for you. Kicking your pants off the rest of the way you crawl up her body, eyes taking in every inch of her. “Jesus Christ you are so perfect.”
Not taking any more time you kiss her, eyes open, each of you watching the other. Using your left arm to hold yourself up, your right lines yourself up with her entrance and you slowly enter her. A tiny gasp escaped her lips and her hands grip the sides of your body. “You feel so good baby,” you aren’t all the way in but her body is squeezing so tight you can go further. “Relax Hailey, I want to be all the way in, you gotta let me in.”
“You feel so good, Nes. I’ve missed you.” She spreads her legs wide pulling her knees up giving you better access and you take it. Pushing all the way in until your hips and hers are flush. Holding still you stare into her eyes, soaking in the feeling of being with her, inside her.
“I love you.” You whisper.
“I love you, too.” She whispers back and she leans up and leaves a soft kiss to your lips. “Now move.”
Chuckling you nod and start taking long, slow, deep thrusts, your eyes never leaving hers. You remain connected all night, never letting go, moans and gasps turned into giggles and whispers, plans for a future together we’re made and for the first time in months life felt right because you were with her.
You’ve zoned out the whole ride only coming back to reality when you heard Paco laugh from beside you. Giving him a questioning look he only laughs more. “You’ve got it bad for her. I can tell she’s filled your thoughts this whole drive.”
You can’t even deny it so you just nod, “I love her, being away from her is so fucking hard.”
“Well you better get out of here and back to her then.“ After saying a quick farewell you grab your bag and jump in your car to head over to her house where you had a home cooked dinner planned for the two of you.
Pulling into her driveway you see the lights are in so you know she’s home. Knocking on the door you don’t get a response and it’s locked, so you pull your key out and let yourself in. Walking through the main level you don’t see her, and she’s not out on the patio, so you head up stairs in search of her and your baby. As you approach her room you hear the shower running, so you poke your head in letting her know you're there so you don’t scare her.
Eventually you find yourself in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair in the corner soaking in the quiet. Imagining what life will be like with your little boy, wishing and praying that by the time he comes you and Hailey are no longer apart. You must have drifted off because you are woken up by Hailey’s thumb rubbing your cheek.
“Hey,” she whispers with the sweetest smile on her face.
“Hey!” Getting on your feet you wrap her in your arms, kissing her temple. Letting out a sigh you tighten your arms around her.
“You okay?” She mumbles against your neck, her hands rubbing your back.
“Perfect. I’m perfect now.” Pulling back you rest your hand on her belly,
“You might be perfect but you smell a little.” You can’t hold back the laugh to match her giggle.
“I didn’t even stop at home, I had to come straight here.”
“Lucky for you I went to your house when I got back in town and picked up comfy clothes and I have your shower stuff in my bathroom.” Pulling you into her room she hands you your clothes and pushes you to the bathroom. “Get a nice shower and then we can eat…oh and take the braids out.”
Haileys POV
Not seeing Nestor for the last few days has been difficult, you were shocked at how much you missed him and were counting down the hours until you got to be home. Your heart swelled finding him in the nursery and you had to give yourself a moment to watch him, take in the sight of him surrounded by all things baby.
While he is in the shower you head downstairs, getting everything out he will need for dinner and finding yourself a snack because you just couldn’t wait. Hearing his feet padding down the stairs and through the hall you couldn’t help the smile that formed, just happy to have him in your house after a week apart.
Meeting him halfway into the kitchen you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers immediately finding their way into his curls. “God, I love when your hair is like this.” The rumble of his laugh brings you comfort, knowing he’s home and whole. Your stomach growling breaks up the embrace.
“Time to get you fed.” He says as he kisses your check and surprises you by lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the counter. “You just sit and relax, finish the snack I know you’ve been eating while I cook.”
“How do you know I’ve had a snack?” You ask feigning innocence working hard to keep your smile at bay. He doesn’t say anything, just smirks at you over his shoulder. You enjoy watching him work behind the stove, moving easily through your kitchen.
“About time you truly break this kitchen in!” Nestor chuckles as puts the dish in the oven to bake. “You’ve lived here long enough, it's time to use it.”
“Well I was waiting for you to cook in here, you know I don’t enjoy cooking like you. I only like baking.” He comes over to you, his hands land on your knees pushing them apart so he can stand between your legs. “Besides, I love the view of you behind the stove.”
The smile on his face let you know that he loved that statement, he was loose and carefree tonight. This is the Nestor you love having around, when both of you could just relax. “I do enjoy it, it helps me truly unwind after a day with Miguel.” He takes your hands, his fingers lacing with yours. “You get so happy with every meal I make, that’s my favorite part.” The two of you stay connected, him playing with your fingers as you ramble away about the case you’ve been buried in. Then he tells you about things going on with Miguel and Adalita, luckily that duo along with the MC are controlling potters game completely.
As he talks you begin feeling almost nonstop movement in your belly. Grabbing his hand you lay it right where he is kicking. “He must hear you, he hasn’t been active at all the last few days. I think he missed you.”
“I missed you too, buddy. Daddy’s cooking you and mommy a good dinner so it should make you very happy.” His face is at your belly and he lifts the shirt you’re wearing up so he can leave kisses all over your bump.
“We both missed you, it was really hard not getting to really see or hear from you the last few days.” He moves to stand, his eyes level with yours. “I told my dad I can’t be gone like that anymore, it’s too much.”
“I don’t know how you made it without all of your pillows.” He smirks as he rests his hands on your bare thighs.
You can’t contain your laugh, “it was miserable, I don’t think I slept more than a few hours. I wasn’t just missing the pillows in my bed, it was you too.” Leaning forward he kisses you, his hands squeezing your thighs, your hand lands on his neck holding him to you. “I love you, Nes.” You whisper against his lips before capturing them again. His tongue asking for permission which you grant easily. You both pull apart gasping for air your lungs desperately need.
“I love you too,” he leaves a series of light kisses to your lips and face until both of his hands grab your hips and drag you from the counter, planting your feet on the ground. Wrapping his arms around your waist he starts to sway you around the kitchen, both of you holding on to the other, no music playing, just your hearts, bodies, souls connected. You stay like this until the oven dings. Leaning into your space further he leaves a kiss just below your ear. Before he can pull away you wrap your arms around him tighter, “Just a few more minutes.” His arms pull you as close as your belly allows and he rests his face in the crook of your neck. “I really missed you, Nes.”
You can feel his smile on your neck as he leaves a quick kiss on your neck. “You have no idea how hard it was being away from the two of you.”
The night was spent with good food, a movie, and Nestor holding you tightly until the early morning.
***
Waking up the next morning your bed was empty and you vaguely remember Nestor waking you up and telling you he was leaving, but you immediately were back asleep.
Today was a day off for you, and with Nestor away you decided on a little spoiling for yourself. So here you are relaxing on your patio after spending the morning getting a manicure and pedicure.
Your stomach isn’t feeling too great, so you are trying to relax and ignore this gut feeling you have. Leaning back on your outdoor couch you close your eyes, letting the waves relax your mind and body. Just as you finally started to drift off your phone rang, startling you. You didn’t recognize the number but you knew most of your clients would use a burner if they were in trouble.
“Hello?”
“Hailey? It’s Creeper.” You can’t help the nerves creeping in now. “Hailey? Are you there?”
“Yeah, sorry, what’s going on, Creep?”
You hear him sigh, “it’s Nestor,” your heart stops, a chill goes up your spine, and your eyes squeeze shut.
“Just tell me, Neron.” You could hear the tremble in your voice.
“He’s really beat up, but he’s alive.” A sob tries to escape. “Hailey, he’s going to be fine. I’m taking him to a doctor in Mexico. Be at the tunnel in 20. Gilly is going to bring you to us.”
“Creep, can I talk to him?”
“No, he’s talking with Miguel. I didn’t tell them I told you, but I felt like you would want to know. I couldn’t keep it from you.” Creeper is officially becoming your favorite Mayan, maybe even your favorite person right now. “I think he’ll need you, he seems shaken up.”
“Thank you for calling me. I’ll be there.” Getting yourself on your feet, you run inside, grabbing your shoes.you barely get your door locked before you are racing to get in your car and speeding to the dress warehouse. The whole ride you can’t help but feel guilty for the distance you’ve put between you and Nestor, the times he’s gone above and beyond to earn your trust and love and you’ve pushed him away. The thought of losing him, of your son losing him is shattering your heart.
You hastily pull into the spot in front of the door and run in to find Gilly waiting for you. He wraps you in the biggest bear hug once you are in front of him. “It’s okay, he’s going to be fine, mama.”
He grabs your hand and pulls you with him through the warehouse to the tunnels. He grabbed a few water bottles one the way handing you one so you didn’t get too hot in the tunnel. Once you’ve reached the end he helps you into the Bronco.
“It won’t be too long, I have to drop you off and drive right back. But Creeper is there.” You simply nod, trying to calm your nerves.
After a short drive you are pulling up to an nondescript building, Gilly hops out and comes over helping you from the car. You follow him inside and he leads you to the back, nobody making eye contact with either of you as you go.
He stops in a small waiting area where Creeper is, immediately you give him a hug. He pulls you tightly to him. “Hey mama, he’s in that room over there. You can go on in, I’m sure it’s fine.”
Taking a deep breath you walk to the door and push it open, seeing Nestor sitting on the bed being examined. “Nes.” You can barely hear your voice but he does. You rush to him, pushing past the doctor and wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. The sob you’ve held in since Creeper called has finally escaped and you are clinging to Nestor.
The doctor and nurse look at the two of you and excuse themselves. “I’m okay, Hails.” You squeeze him tighter and he grunts but you can’t let him go. His hand is rubbing up and down your back trying to calm you. “I’m okay, baby, I’m okay.”
Lifting your head up, you get a good look at his face, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Your fingers delicately trace his whole face, “These look so bad, Nes.” Your voice breaks and your chin trembles.
“I won’t lie and tell you that I’m not in pain, but I’ve had worse. I’ll be okay.” He tries to give you a reassuring smile. Your eyes meet his and you can’t help but smash your lips with his. His hands land in your hair holding you to him. “How did you get here?”
You’re both holding onto each other, unable to let go. “Creeper called me and Gilly picked me up at the warehouse.” He leans in again, capturing your lips. “Don’t be mad at them, Creeper said you needed me.”
Letting out a light chuckle he wraps you in his arms pulling you to his chest, leaving a lingering kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll always need you, always have.”
Looking up at him you feel your emotions boiling over. “Nestor, I’m all in. I don’t want to be exes, or coparents, I don’t want separate houses or nurseries, I can’t split holidays.” Taking in a ragged breath you work to keep the tears at bay. “I want the life we planned, me and you forever, with our babies, taking weekend trips to the beach, summers visiting Mexico, I want it all…with you. Only you.” You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer as they trailed down your face. “I love you, Nes, we love you, and we need you.”
Before you can say anything else he’s kissing you, hungrily, his hands pulling you to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you get as close as the bump allows. Pulling back his hands come to your cheeks, thumbs wiping your tears, “I love you with every part of myself, Hails. And those words…” he stops trying to gain control of his emotions, but you see the tears slip out. “Those are the best words I’ve ever heard. I know I’ve hurt you, I haven’t always been the best to you, but I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you.”
You hold each other for a few more minutes before there is a knock at the door, you turn around wiping at your eyes when the doctor and a nurse come in. “We really need to get you taken care of.” You can feel Nestor nodding to them.
“Go wait with Creep..”
“Nope, I’m not leaving, I’ll sit right over there.” Pointing to a chair directly across from him. He just chuckles and nods. You take your seat and let the doctor get to work. You hold eye contact with him the whole time the doctor is cleaning and stitching him up. You can feel the connection between the two of you, both wanting to get out of here.
Once he is patched up, you both go with Creeper and make your way back to the warehouse and you dread the fact that you knew Miguel and Nestor would force you to leave.
“You have to go home, Hailey.” Like he can read your mind, he looks down at you to make sure you heard him.
“I know.” You whisper. “You better come back in one piece.”
Scoffing, “I always do.”
As you enter the warehouse from the tunnel, you hear the Mayans and Miguel’s men prepping, all eyes turned to the three of you as you walk in.
“Hailey…” Miguel immediately moves toward you, clearly ready to send you home.
“I know, I know, I can’t be here,” you roll your eyes as you start towards the exit. “All of you better come back, this baby expects to meet all of his uncles.”
Taking your hand Nestor walks to your car with you, “I’ll meet you at my house in a few hours, you’ll be okay?”
“Yeah, as long as you come home to us.” Reaching up on your toes you kiss his lips softly. “We love you, Nes.”
“I love you, see you at home.” Home, that gets both of you smiling. Once you’re in your car he shuts the door and waves as you leave the lot.
Hey lovely, may I please have a cheeky one with Nick Amaro (or Miguel Galindo if you feel like it) x reader. Reader is sitting in the edge if the bed getting ready for sleep, when he struts out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist and walks over to stand between readers legs, brushing readers hair out of her face and the towels comes off 🤭 can just be male receiving if you like 🥴😘
Hello lovely 🥰 This one has been in my head since you asked for it and I had to write it. I picked Miguel... 😏 First time I ever wrote on my phone, so apologies for typos! Hope you enjoy 😘
Miguel Galindo x Female!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut (oral, male receiving, bit of fingering and teasing)
[Not my GIF, credit to the creator]
**
You had changed into soft peach coloured satin sleep shorts and a matching spaghetti-strapped camisole after your long, hot bubble bath. Perched on the end of the bed, you finished rubbing scented lotion into your arms and hands and sighed contentedly. You caught the more masculine scent of musky sandlewood in the steam wisping from beneath the ensuite door.
Miguel was home, he was safe, and he was in a good mood. You didn't ask what had gone down across the border, or what had happened with the MC. You knew he'd tell you, in good time. Gradually, you'd soothed some of his reluctance to trust, and he shared a good proportion of what occupied his time. Not all of it, but you didn't ask him to, and he respected that. And you loved it when he was riding high, made arrogant by success, feeling the full flush of his power.
You listened as the shower stopped, and he moved around in the bathroom. Shortly, the door opened and he walked into the bedroom, a white towel around his waist, skin still glistening with moisture from the shower. The towel was dangerously low, and your eyes were inevitably drawn to his perfect, toned abdomen, the v lines on his hips disappearing beneath the towel. He walked with all the confidence of a man entirely secure in his naked appearance, and certain of the effect of his physicality on you. A casual peacock strut.
His dark, intelligent eyes found yours, briefly dropping down to take in your appearance, the way your nipples pressed against the satin fabric, then returning ti capture your gaze. He raised his eyebrows, a very slight question on his face. You knew your expression provided his answer.
His eyes didn't leave yours as he sauntered towards you. You felt hot waves of arousal ripple through you, just from that intense gaze, the sensual look of intent. When he was close to you, he glanced down at your knees. It was all the command you needed to part them, opening your thighs and welcoming him between them. You caught his scent, mixed with the fragrance of the shower gel, and a whole new wave of desire took hold of you.
You closed your eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation of his proximity. You opened them when you felt the warm brush of his fingers on your skin as he brushed your hair back from your face softly. You looked up at him, turning your head to kiss the inside of his wrist. He trailed his fingers along your jaw, the pad of his thumb tracing your bottom lip. You parted your lips, let the tip of your tongue meet the texture of his skin. Then your mouth curled into a naughty smile, noting the bulge at his crotch beginning to push against the towel.
Miguel moved his hips slightly and, whether by design or happy accident, the towel slipped to the floor, a soft pool at his feet. His hardening cock, framed by the trimmed triangle of dark hair, was right in front of you. You let your eyes dwell on it, then slowly raised your gaze upwards, over his chest, his perfect black and silver beard, the little smirk on his lips, until you were looking into his eyes again.
"Why don't you show me how much you missed me, querida?" he said, eyes glinting.
You nodded slightly, raising one hand to take hold of his thick shift, feeling him harden in your grip as you stroked him slowly, daring to tease for a moment. His smirk grew wider, as his hand slid to the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair softly. "Open your mouth," he ordered, gently. You kept your eyes on his and obeyed. He used one hand to guide his cock to your lips, the other to push your head forwards. He wasn't rough, but he was insistent, as he slid between your lips and you welcomed him with your tongue. He went deep, nudging the back of your throat, and then stopped, holding you briefly still, mouth full of the taste and weight of his erection. You moaned, and heard his breath catch as he felt the vibrations.
His hand relaxed slightly and you went to work, hollowing your cheeks, using your tongue and the movements of your head to pleasure him, wanting not just to demonstrate how you had missed him, but to remind him what he was missing when he was gone. He moaned, muttering in Spanish as you grazed him slightly with your teeth, sucking him deeper. You could feel the hot, wet arousal growing between your thighs, but you knew it would go unsatisfied, at least until later. This was all about him taking what he needed and wanted from you, in your mouth, his pleasure the ultimate goal for both of you. Miguel could be an incredibly generous lover. But you knew when he was in a more selfish mood. You didn't mind at all, it turned you on to be able to please a man like him, however familiar you grew with him.
As his breathing grew uneven, his hands tightened in your hair again, pulling just enough to control your movements, as he started to thrust his hips, the head of his cock pushing into your throat without mercy. You gagged and swallowed around him, knowing how close he was.
"Oh yes, so good for me...take it all..." he said, his voice ragged and rough with arousal, repeating the praise in Spanish.
One hand was still in your hair, the other moving to rest on the sensitive skin at the back of your neck, as he pushed all the way to the back of your mouth and held you tight, he cock twitching and throbbing against your lips and tongue as his hot, salty seed spilled into your throat. You swallowed, then swallowed again, taking it all down as he groaned deeply, and obscenities fell from his lips, a rare moment when his emotion, his need, was on display. For all his dominance and control, you knew he could only be thus vulnerable with you.
You sucked and licked him clean as he pulled out of your mouth. His thumb pressed against your lower lip again, parting your lips enough to know you had swallowed his release. You let your lips close over his thumb and he smiled down at you.
"Not had enough, querida?" His voice was full of pleasure.
"Never," you replied, eyes dancing.
He chuckled and walked around you, going to lie on the bed, his head on the pillow. You turned and he patted the bed at the side of him. Twisting around, you crawled up the bed to lie next to him, your head on his shoulder, placing the flat of your palm on his chest, feeling the heat, the rise and fall of his breathing, the texture of his body hair.
He ran his free hand down your side, tracing your curves. Without waiting for permission, he slipped it down under the waist of your soft, silky sleep shorts. You parted your thighs, let him find your heat and wet arousal. His touch ghosted your clit and you shivered.
"So wet and needy..." he said, sounding pleased.
"For you," you replied, lifting your face to press your lips to his, kissing him tenderly as his fingers teased through your folds.
"I know," he replied. "I'm very lucky."
"Does that mean it's my turn now?" you chanced, pressing down against his fingers, whining when he suddenly slid them out of your shorts and put them to his lips.
"Not yet, mi amor. Soon. Patience." He smiled indulgently and kissed your forehead. "Let's just rest together a while. I promise your patience will be rewarded."
You drew a deep breath, love and anticipation sweeping through you. Knowing just how hard he would reward you, over and over. Soon.
Seems we have another racist in our midst, and this time, is much worst. Can you imagine watching a show, and referring to the people this show is based on as ILLEGALS. AS RAPIST MURDERERS? That you’re okay with the LEGALS, and the ones who WORK, but the RAPIST AND MURDERER ILLEGALS, is where you draw the line, which by the way, there is such people in every race. But my problem with this is how she decided that due to her SOUTHERN HERITAGE, she could display such ignorance. Now, I’m not from the south, but I’m sure fans from the southern states of America can argue that they’re not as ignorant as this lovely lady. Also, let’s not forget that she’s totally cool with babies being placed in cages and that they LIKED being placed in cages because they are here illegally. So if you would like to block her, here is her username.
@creepers-baby-girl
Would hate for any of you to experience what we did. You can’t watch a show about POC, and insult their people, spit on their people and think it’s okay. We were called snowflakes for having differing opinions. Differing opinions on television shows, music, movies or books, that’s okay, we have our own interpretation, gray area as some would say.
But human rights? Racism? We draw the line there ladies. She’s going to spout that we don’t support veterans, that we spat on the faces of people who protect our country. False, we don’t, it’s a consensus in America that we appreciate the sacrifices veterans have made, but their lives are being sacrificed to fulfill political means. That’s your pride? Sacrificing your own people?
She states that the resources being used for the “cages” should be used for veterans and you know what I agree, because at no place and time should they have been in cages, should they have been separated from their parents. So yes ma’am, the government should use their resources to help THEIR people. BUT. Don’t you fucking say that America is great, cause it ain’t. What was once a beacon for opportunity, to better ones life? AINT the reality anymore.
You can’t even walk in their SHOES. The hardship they went through, risking it all to come to a country who call them rapist, murderers. POC don’t all categorize all of you as Neo-Nazi’s so I guess we shouldn’t generalized people should we now. There’s a better term for your so called ILLEGALS, non-citizens.
Also, she states it’s disrespectful to kneel for the flag. Now, kneeling is usually a sign of respect and I’m almost certain Kaepernick spoke to a veteran who stated that if anything, kneeling was more respectful. As a white woman, it is absolutely ridiculous for you to CHOOSE not to see that he’s not disrespecting veterans, he’s choosing to kneel due to police brutality, how black people are being killed, people of colored are being killed for not being white.
Regardless, she’s showed her true colors. Don’t support a POC show when you yourself spit on their faces and call people snowflakes.
By all means, I’m not telling you all who you can and cannot follow, but you have the facts.
There’s no secret that you love powerful men; those who can give you the world at your feet and thinking it isn’t enough. You were currently dating a narco, and despite being all day at home surrounded by 6 foot men watching every movement you make, the trips to Greece or Italy always lighten up your mood.
Expensive jewelry, designer clothing, cocktails, so he can show everyone you belong to him. Or so he believes... until you find your next victim.
