#bishop losa

Rules are pretty simple

Choose a character below from either SONS or Mayans. Sons- Clay, Chibs, Halfsack,Happy,Jax,Juice,Kozik,Tig,Opie,Ratboy Mayans- Angel, Bishop, Bottles, Creeper, Coco, Manny, Nestor, Gilly, Guero, EZ

Send in a small blurb for your request or say MYSTERY and I will pick something for you!

You can send in as many requests as you want please just send them as separate asks so I can stay organized! You can also mix and match characters!

Please and this is the most important! Include 2027 BINGO in your request so that I know its for this event and not just a normal request!

the club was hosting it’s ‘annual Christmas party’, though it was more like drinks and brief talk of putting aside club dealings for the holidays, even though everyone knew that’d never happen.

but you had a different agenda tonight.

you were across the room from Bishop, Angel by your side as he spoke about something you weren’t exactly listening to. no, you were thinking about Bishop and what happened before you both left the house this evening.

he had cornered you in the shower, mumbled something about missing you before his hands moved across your body with a built up longing.

which of course, led to sex in the shower, not that you were complaining. no, what you were complaining about was Bishop’s phone ringing during the second round and then when he left without making you cum or a proper apology.

safe to say you were annoyed and pent up from the lack of orgasm, but you knew he’d make it up to you when he got the chance.

his eyes followed you all night, smirking to himself at the way you purposely ignored him, even when he came closer.

Bishop took a swig of his beer, his eyes still on you as you pretended to listen to Angel, but your attention was straying and finding its way back to Bishop.

you couldn’t help it, not with the remnants of your earlier encounter still lingering. 

if Bishop was one thing, it was good at turning you on, he was very good at it. with a simple look or a fleeting touch, he had your body strung tight and a dull ache hammering between your legs.

he let his gaze roam shamelessly down your body, a searing of heat following while you smiled into the rim of your glass.

beside you, Angel watched the scene unfold between you and Bishop, a knowing look on his face as he worked out the continuous back and forth between you.

it’d happened before, too many times to count, and everyone knew not to interrupt when it was happening. 

you and Bishop had a way of getting on each others nerves, especially when you both got interrupted in the moment.

“really?”

Angel murmured, amusement on his face as you forcibly had to tear your gaze away from BIshop.

your eyes met his, and you offered him an innocent look, but he wasn’t buying it, of course.

“what’d he do this time?”

a laugh left you at Angel’s question, as if it was obvious Bishop had stepped out mid fuck. he’d done it before, many times actually, and it always ended the same way. 

“same thing he does every time”

Angel hummed at your words, letting his eyes flicker across the room to Bishop before he looked back to you, a knowing smirk on his face.

it was a waiting game now. waiting for Bishop to decide he wanted to finish what he started, but he was taking his time deciding.

“it’s my fault, i called him”

the words filled the gap between you and Angel for a long minute before you finally met his eyes again, a look of disbelief filling them.

“you’re the reason?!”

he only nodded in response, scratching at the back of his neck with the hand not holding his beer bottle.

you wanted to be mad at Angel, but you couldn’t find yourself being annoyed at him. instead your frustration lay with Bishop, and you wanted him to fix it.

across the room, Bishop took another sip of his beer while keeping his eyes on you, continuing to follow your every move until you met his eyes again.

but this time, the look in your eyes was the green light he was waiting for. the soft pleading and need that stared back at him was all he needed.

quickly, he made his way across the room to take your hand into his, easily whisking you away from Angel and into Templo.

once inside, Bishop sat you down on the end of the table before stepping between your legs and using both of his hands to keep your legs spread.

“is this you making it up to me from earlier?”

you asked as Bishop’s hands moved to the front of your jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper while you watched him with a knowing look.

“you want me to?”

he asked while leaning in, pressing his lips to the curve of your jaw as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, easily pulling them down and off, setting them on his chair behind him.

his lips met yours as he repeated his previous action, but with your underwear this time. Bishop tossed them behind him to sit with your jeans, before he was groaning at the wetness between your legs.

“you better make it up to me”

Bishop chuckled lowly against your lips as he kissed you again, deep and claiming, while you gasped softly into the kiss.

the table creaked under you as you shifted, making more room for him as he began working open his own belt, followed by the sound of his zipper pulling apart after he shoved down his jeans.

you watched as his boxers followed, freeing his aching and already leaking cock to your wandering gaze.

he chuckled into your jaw, wrapping his right hand around his cock before pumping slowly. he smirked against your skin as your breath hitched as you watched, trying to slide your hand between your bodies to take over, but he only pulled your hand away from him.

“baby..”

you murmured, tilting your head to give him a fixed look, but he wasn’t giving in.

“what, sweetheart?”

both of you knew what it was, and both of you knew Bishop just wanted to hear you ask for it, even if he had dragged you in here to make up for stepping out earlier.

but this was Bishop, and he never made things easy for you.

“fuck me already”

his smirk widened at your words, while his hand continued on his cock, groaning lowly against your jaw before his breath fanned against your ear, easily causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“stop teasing Bish”

you whined this time, making him hum in satisfaction. his left hand hooked under your knee, his wedding ring cool against your heated skin as he gently pushed your leg up to make room for him again.

Bishop’s other hand guided his cock between your legs, gently moving the head of himself through your arousal before he pushed against your entrance, just to hear you moan out.

“you think i’m teasing?”

he asked as he kissed you again, swallowing down your moans as you bucked your hips towards him, causing the head of his cock to push into your wet warmth.

“Obispo..”

the use of his first name in that breathy whine had him rocking forwards, slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

his hips stayed flush against yours for a long minute while both of his hands cradled your face, now focusing on you with a whole new air of softness as he waited for you to give him the go ahead.

when you did nod, Bishop pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside, before he pushed back in and started a pace that had your arms wrapped tight around his neck.

you moaned out while you clung to him, your lips parted in a string of moans followed by Bishop’s own grunts and moans. his groans had your walls fluttering around him, the sound stoking the heady pool of arousal bubbling in your body.

“that’s it, sweetheart”

he murmured, moving his left hand to hook under your knee again before easily pulling your leg high around his hip, easily allowing him to deepen his thrusts.

beneath him, you continued to moan, while he grunted against your ear. your walls fluttered around him, a silent plea and pull to draw him in deeper with every thrust he gave.

“i’ve got you, baby”

Bishop told against your ear, humming to himself as you nodded at his words, moaning out again as he rocked into you again and again.

his lips pressed along your jaw and towards your own, kissing you deeply as his thrusts continued their now growing and unrelentless pace.

“oh fuck, Bish..”

your left hand lifted to the back of his head, your fingers tangling slightly in his hair as Bishop gave another deep thrust.

pleasure painted itself across your face as the room filled with the sounds of your joint moans and the steady, growing slapping of skin on skin, followed by groans of protest from the table under you.

a strangled moan fell from your lips as Bishop angled his hips, driving deeper and hitting that one spot that had you seeing stars.

“just like that, querida”

Bishop moved his free hand between your bodies, using his thumb to circle your clit in time with his thrusts, and already sending you hurtling towards your climax.

he grunted again as your walls continued to flutter around him, easily pulling another throaty groan from him in the process.

“mmhm such a good girl”

his lips found yours again, in another deep and claiming kiss, while you moaned against his lips, losing yourself in both the kiss and the rhythmic thrust of his hips into yours.

the pleasure continued to buzz through your body, setting your nerve endings on edge.

“Bishop..”

you mewled as the head of his cock hit that one spot again, every thrust he gave hitting with more precision and force than the last.

“that’s it, there we go”

the table creaked again as Bishop continued to move against you, his thumb continuing to draw tight circles into your clit while your hands moved to cradle his face.

with another thrust of his hips, you pulled him into another kiss, needier and more desperate than before, while the press of your lips against his muffled the next slew of moans that tore from your throat.

he rocked into you again, hitting that one spot over and over until your moans grew louder and more desperate, a clear telltale sign that you were only hanging on by a thread.

“i’ve got you, sweetheart”

Bishop murmured, delivering another thrust and causing the table to creak again, each knock of his hips against yours pushing you closer and closer.

“there..”

you broke off into another moan as he circled his thumb again, drawing tight figure eights into your skin before you were cresting over the edge with a muffled cry of his name.

heat flooded your body as your walls spasmed around him, soaking his cock with your release and causing his pace to falter.

“shit baby.. that’s my girl”

he murmured between kissed, giving another thrust before his hips completely lost their rhythm. Bishop groaned against your lips as your cunt gave a sensitive flutter around him, before he was following you over the edge with another low and throaty groan.

a ragged sound left him as he buried himself to the hilt, rutting shallowly into you while nuzzling into the curve of your throat, pressing his lips to your pulse point as he tried to ground himself in the feeling of you.

carefully, your fingers brushed through his hair, holding him against you while he found his release within you. his hips rocked again, completely rhythmless, before he spilled himself into your warmth.

“oh fuck..”

Bishop grunted, keeping his face hidden away in your throat while the high of his orgasm rushed through his body.

above him, you giggled softly, continuing to move your fingers through his hair in another attempt to ground him, though it was now in the aftermath instead of the feeling of you.

with another giggle, you gently pulled him up and into another kiss, smiling to yourself against his lips.

“thank you”

he chuckled at your words, his lips curling into a smirk before he was kissing you again, causing both of you to melt into the other.

“for what?”

your hands moved from his hair to move against his chest, soothing across the still leather clad skin while amusement twinkled in your eyes.

it was obvious you were thanking him for the sex, and for making it up to you from earlier, but of course Bishop wanted to hear you say that.

“for making it up to me.. but i think another round might completely even out your debt”

Bishop cocked a brow at you, though you could already see the answer staring back at you in his eyes.

“oh you want to go again?”

you slapped playfully at his shoulder, rolling your eyes at him, but he was already leaning in to kiss you again.

as his lips moved against yours, his hips drawed back, starting to rock into you again with a steadily growing pace while your hands grabbed at his shoulders to steady yourself.

“i’ll make it up to you all night if i have to”

Characters: Sons of Anarchy.

Jax Teller

Chibs Telford

Tig Trager

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Happy Lowman

Clay Morrow

Mayans MC

Bishop Losa

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Gilly

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Prompt list:

“My wife called me crying.” Bishop said, putting his phone in his pocket.

“(Name) was crying?” Marcus asked to clarify, he knew Bishop’s Old Lady.

“Yeah…” Bishop shook his head, “We good?”

He had to be sure that if he left it wouldn’t be an issue. The club had to come first sometimes, and (Name) knew that. She wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t serious.

“We’re good here, go check on her.” Marcus said.

Bishop quickly left, simply saying it was an emergency. Because for her to call like this it had to be.

It didn’t take him long to arrive at the modest home that he shared with his wife. They’d been together for three years now and she never called him crying like this. He walked in and found her curled up in their bed with a rest rag pressed over her eyes as she kept crying.

“(Name)?” He called out and walked over to climb into the bed with her.

She rolled over and pressed her face into his chest, sobbing hard.

“It’s too fucking much…everything is too fucking much today!” She sobbed.

Bishop ran his fingers through her hair, he just let her cry. He knew what she needed when she was upset. Even though she didn’t cry like this often or call him when he was busy with the club, ever. She just needed him to hold her right now, she would talk about it in time.

“What happened?” He asked when her sobs had subsided.

“That bitch came into the cafe today…that old classmate of mine who hasn’t grown up…we’re in our thirties now! God! Let high school go! Grow up!” (Name) took a deep breath, “She made my teenage years hell and decides that she gets to make my working life in my goddamn thirties hell too?”

(Name) groaned and pressed her head into Bishop’s chest harder. Bishop chuckled softly and hugged her tighter.

“She’s just bitter that her corporate drone ex cheated on her with that nineteen year old intern.” He murmured, “Poor girl.”

“I would be mad too, but take it out on her joke of an ex, not on me.” (Name) said, “She decided to loudly criticize me for the necklace you gave me.” She looked up at her Old Man, “Saying that I was shameless for showing off something bought for me with a criminal’s money.”

Bishop rolled his eyes and kissed her softly. She was so defensive of him. He didn’t tell her much of what the club did…but she knew that the club didn’t truly run legally. But she wasn’t going to let anyone talk shit about her man or his club.

“I haven’t said anything until today cause I was just so tired already,” she admitted, “I told her she was one to talk, since she attacked a nineteen year old over some WASP-y desk jockey.”

Bishop laughed and shook his head, she managed to tear that other woman to pieces without cursing. And still sounding like a lady. He loved that about her.

“She complained to my boss, and this was my first complaint…first and only complaint…but the jackass still fired me!” She exclaimed.

Bishop’s eyes widened, “He fired you over that?” He asked, “Do you want me to talk to him?”

“No, baby, no.” She shook her head, “I can’t have you stepping in like this, he’s been looking for a reason to fire me, ever since my last name changed. If you step in it will prove his preconceived notions about me being your wife and Old Lady right.”

Bishop sighed and nodded, he knew she was right. But he also knew that she would go crazy not being able to go out and work, to make some of her own money. Even if all it was used for was getting her nails done or new lingerie. He never liked to let her pay for anything of their shared expenses. But he knew she wanted to at least be able to afford to spoil herself and him every so often.

She started to cry again, completely frustrated with everything.

“You could always work in the scrap yard office, Mama.” He offered.

“I thought you wanted to avoid mixing work and home?” She asked, confused and wiping her eyes.

Bishop chuckled, “If it will keep you from crying like this, I’m fine with it. Plus…things might be getting crazy soon, I’d like to keep you close.” He said and she nodded, agreeing to think about it in a tired voice, “Is there anything else going on, you don’t ever cry like this or call me in Templo, even for work issues like this?”

(Name) but her lip, knowing that when she told him the last thing that would seal that she would be working in the office whether she liked it or not.

“When I got home I felt horrible, I cried a lot before I even thought about calling you…and when I was looking at my phone to distract myself…I noticed the date…” she murmured and Bishop nodded for her to continue, “And…I’m late…” his eyes widened at the implication, “I know we I’ve been careful…but still I took that test I keep in the bathroom just in case…” he held his breath as she finished speaking, “I’m pregnant…on top of everything I’m pregnant…”

She began to cry again. They hadn’t been trying, having discussed things and wanting to wait a little bit longer until things calmed down or the club got things a little more situated. So he was worried but he wasn’t unhappy. He held her tightly and kissed her temple.

“We’ll be okay.” He assured her and stroked her hair again, “But you’re gonna be working in the office. Gotta keep an eye on you…and my baby.”

She laughed and cuddled closer, “I love you, Bish.” She said.