#mayans x reader

M A S T E R L I S T

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S M U T F L U F F A N G S T

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Please read and heed the warnings. Some content will become 18+ warnings posted on each individual chapter of story, suggestive content marked on individual chapters.

Chibs 'Filip' Telford

Scotch & Screams

Clinging desperately to the back of a speeding Ducati, your screams should have been lost in the chaos of Charming.

Chibs Telford can't explain the pull he feels toward you and he finds himself breaking his own rules to discover who you are and why fate seems determined to intertwine your paths.

As the complicated world of SAMCRO threatens to engulf you, one question remains will you run from or straight toward the Scottish biker ?

Whiskey & Wee Things

With most of SAMCRO locked up, Chibs Telford wears the president's patch, all be it temporarily. He didn't want the weight of the club on his shoulders not while he's finally able to build something real with you.

But the gavel doesn't care what you want. From behind bars, Clay's orders are clear secure the deal with the russians. Do what's necessary for the club. It's business. It's survival.

However those same Russians helped Jimmy O take you. Hurt you. Left you with a permanent reminder of the violence that nearly destroyed you.

SAMCRO needs this deal. But Chibs is running out of ways to be both the man SAMCRO needs and the man you deserve.

Jax Teller

Alla Famiglia - Jax x Reader

Her father rolled into Charming and suddenly, Jax's kutte didn't feel like enough.

Because his sweet girl? She was her Daddy's Princess. And her father has made one thing crystal clear, no one—especially not the outlaw in a MC—is good enough for his precious Pupetta.

Juan Carlos 'Juice' Ortiz

A Charming Detour - Story Masterlist

Your rental car dies somewhere between nowhere and Charming, leaving you dusty, stranded, and more than a little lost. When you stumble into Teller-Morrow looking for help, you don’t expect the biker with kind eyes and nervous hands to look at you like you hung the stars. But Juice does—and for him, it’s love at first sight.

Just as you start to fall for his goofy smiles and awkward charm, everything unravels. The ATF raids the clubhouse, and before you can even understand what’s happening, you’re cuffed and dragged off with the Sons. In a panic, Juice blurts out the one thing that might save you—immigration can't have you, because you’re getting married.

Now you’re his wife—on paper, at least. You’re pretending for the club, for the Feds, for the story that’s spiraling out of your control. But the line between pretend and something real is starting to blur.

This Charming Life - Story Masterlist 🥰

Caught between the club's demands and Juice's growing suspicions, you're walking a razor's edge. Juice married you, never knowing he was falling for someone whose past is as dirty as SAMCRO's. And you're terrified that when he discovers the truth about what you've done to secure his safety, he'll see you the same way you see yourself—as something poisonous that shouldn't be touched.

Come Down

When SAMCRO storms a stash house, they expect bullets, crank, and the usual scum.

They don’t expect her—a terrified girl curled on a filthy mattress, eyes blown wide, barely conscious. The unwilling lab rat for the latest batch of crank.

Happy Lowman

Sugarland - story masterlist

When the leather clad regulars roll into your small bakery, you can't help but feel sorry for the quiet one they call "Happy." What kind of cruel joke is it to give such a name to someone who never seems to smile? Determined to brighten his day, you leave a little treat at Teller-Morrow, hoping to coax even the smallest grin from the serious biker.

You think you can handle knowing what he does for SAMCRO. You've been told outright, seen it when he showed up during a robbery at your bakery, you've seen the respect and fear in people's eyes when they look at him. The Tacoma Killer. It doesn't matter—not until the day you witness it firsthand.

Opie Winston

The Long Way Round

The last thing you expected was to become an au pair to two grieving children. But what Opie Winston needs is help navigating single fatherhood while trying not to drown in his own grief.

Kenny and Ellie have lost their mother to violence, and their father is struggling to surface from the depths of loss and rage that threaten to consume him.

But when your own past refuses to stay buried, and as Opie begins to lower the walls around his heart, you must decide if you're brave enough to stay and fight for the family you never knew you wanted, or if some wounds are too deep to heal.

Tig Trager

Angel with a Shotgun

Traumatizing Trager - One shot Series

Note this is a 'Monster of the Month' type series!

Agent 437 / Leech

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• Mayans MC •

Johnny 'Coco' Cruz

Spare Parts

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. Now Coco has to figure out how to be the kind of man who doesn’t reach for what isn’t freely given...

Angel Reyes

Novel Attraction

Kidnapped and coerced by cartel connections, your dragged across the Mexican border, you find yourself trapped in a world where your intellectual skills make you both valuable and vulnerable.

Angel felt like a bastard for the way his thoughts drift to you, the line between captor and protector begins to blur. You discover there's more to Angel than his rough exterior suggests, while Angel struggles with feelings that make him question everything he thought he knew about himself. You see past the leather and the scars to the man underneath—but can love bloom in the shadow of the cartels demands.

Masterlist ||

kinktober day ten — early morning sex

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)

prev day | next day kinktober masterlist | main masterlist

Alexandra  "Lex"  Telford vanished without a trace.

When a Mayans MC rescue mission for Leticia Cruz uncovers another captive hidden in the basement, Bishop expects a witness. What he finds instead is the missing daughter of a SAMCRO brother—and a woman carrying more scars than anyone should have to bear.

As old alliances bring the Sons and Mayans together, Lex must learn how to live again in a world she no longer recognizes. Healing isn't a straight road, and neither is finding a place to belong.

A story about survival, found family, second chances, and the roads we never meant to travel.

RWDC MASTERLIST

Author's Note / Fic Intro

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4

PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7 // PART 8

PART 9 // PART 10 // PART 11 // PART 12

PART 13 // PART 14 // PART 15 // PART 16

PART 17 // PART 18 // PART 19 // PART 20

PART 21 // PART 22 // PART 23 // PART 24

PART 25 // PART 26 // PART 27 // PART 28

PART 29 // PART 30 // PART 31 // PART 32

PART 33 // 34 // 35 // 36

37 // 38 // 39 // 40

41 // 42 // 43 // 44

45 // 46 // 47 // 48

49 // 50 // 51 // 52

53 // 54 // 55 // 56

57 // 58 // 59 // 60

can we pls have more 🙏🙏🙏🙏

teller!readers daily routine (og post)

1:30 pm: rise and shine

The mattress under her groans and squeaks in protest of all her wiggling. Sleepy eyes blink awake with a big stretch and a groan. She rubs her eyes and stumbles up and into her well loved slippers to protect her feet from the freezing clubhouse floors.

“Oh, there she is!”

“Mornin’ pretty princess!”

“Up and at ‘em now, Sleeping Beauty?”

She rolls her eyes, and waves off the men already crowded around the place. Her mother, the gracious woman she is, is standing next to the freshly brewed coffee pot.

“Look who’s up,” Compared to the teasing men, Gemma’s tone is soft. She cups her daughter’s tired face in her slim, cold, hands, and swoops her thumbs under her eyes to rid of the gunk from the crevice of her inner eye. “Good morning, my sweet girl.”

“Mornin’, mama.” She responds, just as sweetly. The two woman aren’t very well known for being well behaved, or even just nice. With eachother though, it’s different. Gemma’s daughter, she’s just a peice of her. What’s not to like about that?

“Rough night, baby?” Gemma asks while the younger woman leans into her hands for a second before allowing her mother to pull back to pour a cup of coffee.

She shrugs in response, and takes the filled mug (her mug, with brass knuckles as a handle that no one else is allowed to use). It’s exactly how she likes it, always is when Gemma makes it — black with a little bit too much Bailey’s.

“Kinda. I totally kicked this dudes ass, but he kicked me real hard—check this out-“ She lifts the grey wife beater from one side of her torso, revealing a giant bruise in the shape of a bootprint from right under her boobs to her belly button.

“What in the hell happened to you?” Jax picks the perfect time to walk in.

“Fought some guy at a car meet last night.”

“I thought I told you to stop going to that shit, you’re gonna get arrested,”

“And I thought I told you to shut the fuck up but here we are, Jackson!”

“Alright,” Gemma cuts through. The woman hasn’t had a moment of peace since the first one was born. Then, nine months later, it got a hell of a lot worse. “That’s enough, now.”

She scrunches her face up and sticks her tongue out, waving her middle finger at the boy from behind her mother.

“What kinda trouble you getting into now, pretty girl?” Tiggy taps his fingers against the counter top, nodding over in her direction. She grins wildly, happy to tell her story.

“Went to this drag race couple towns over with this guy-“

The bar top disrupts at the talk of a possible man in her life. It will never matter how many years go by, the idea of her getting stuck down to a boy will forever be hated. No man, especially no damn boy, could possibly be good enough for SAMCRO’s daughter. For Gemma’s, her own little look in the mirror, daughter.

“This stupid ass guy who gave me his number last week after I fixed his car, I just wanted a free ride, goddamn it!” She clears the air and they finally fall silent. “Anyways, we get there, and this ugly ass dude is walking around touchin’ up on this chick and i’d had a little bit to drink so I just went over there and decked the fuck out of him. Then blah, blah, blah, that guy I went with bailed on me and shit, so I called Tara up and she brought me back. I fuckin’ love that girl by the way, dude,” She looks over to her brother again, with a little bit of a glare. “don’t you dare fuck that up.”

“Quite an eventful night there, princess, huh?” Chibs grins, from Tiggys side. “I’ll take a look at that later, make sure our girls all good, yeah?”

She nods, and then chugs the rest of her coffee. She gives Chibby a kiss on the cheek on the way out, with a thank you and an exclamation of needing a shower.

3:00 pm: clock in

“Alright, it’s fine, i’m here now! I’m here to solve everyone’s problems, don’t worry!” Obviously, she has to make her entrance into the garage known. She’s wearing the same shirt she’d fallen asleep in last night (it’s fine, she showered and sprayed a little perfume on it, it’s just gonna get dirty anyways) and her usual baggy, work jeans covered in oil and all kinds of other stains.

“Hey, girl,” Juice lifts his head from the engine of a Ford pickup to grin over at her. “Wassup?”

With no bounds for self control or personal space, the duo shares their secret handshake, complete with a brief hug.

“Dude, I gotta tell you about last night,” She starts. “What’s up with this thing, though? I can tell my wonderful, heroic story and save your day while i’m at it.” She nods towards the trucks opened hood.

“I got it, battery just gave out. Keep me some company though, what happened?” He turns the radio perched up against the other side of him down to hear her better before getting back to work.

“Okay, so I went to this drag race meet with some guy-“

“With a guy?”

9:00 pm: clock out

Juice had long since left the garage in her hands for the night. Club shit always ends up tearing him, and who ever else had been working away, leaving the closing key in her hands. Not that it bothers her, she’d trade in early mornings for late nights any day of the week. The keys jingle and clang while she spins them around her finger on her walk towards the office.

She throw the keys on their usual hook, then locks up with her own, personal keys. Benefits of living at the SAMCRO clubhouse (for now, and hopefully very shortly, atleast) are as listed : 1. a key to almost every room and building on the property 2. a tiny dorm room you have the ability to call your own for free 3. no water or electricity bills 4. that’s about it.

Trying to go to bed at a normal time with the constant parties sucks, too. Yeah, she gave up on that one awhile ago. Tonight, there is no party but the club members have no bounds to late nights dealing with motorcycle involved politics. On those days, they’re all crowded around a carved reaper and the rest of the building is barren of nothing but muffled conversation behind closed doors leaking through. She knows more than she should from the thin walls. Like their troubles with the Mayans currently being resolved. And the guns.

On these nights, it’s only her and Chucky. Her mother has long since made her way home. She doesn’t mind that either, just her and Chucky — a free beer or maybe even a whiskey on the rocks in the peice and quiet isn’t all that bad after being arms deep in engines for all too long.

She wipes the grease off her hands and onto her already disgusting jeans as she makes her way over for a drink.

“What’ll it be today, Ms.Teller?”

“Whatever you’re willin’ to give, Chucky.” She grins back at the man, giving him a nod and a thanks when he slides a Modelo over. A man of good taste, indeed.

She takes her time, pretends to be interested in whatever stupid fucking football game is playing with Chucky. He likes that shit, and it’s nice for people to like what you do sometimes. Once she tips her head back for a final time to find the bottle empty, she places it behind the bar, and makes her way to the shower once more to rid of the garage smell she’s been consumed in (in comparison to the alcohol that was spilling off of her this morning).

10:30 pm: oh, what the hell, one more won’t do anymore harm, will it?

Now, she might have grabbed a nice, refreshing, shower-beer as she happened to pass by the fridge on the way to the bathroom.

After throwing her ‘nice’ clothes on — fitting jeans and a tight top — she glides back on out in search of a time-to-wait-for-my-ride-beer. Surprisingly, the men are already out of their meeting and have taken up most of the seating at the small bar. A couple have taken up a game of pool.

“Hey, Hap.” She nods, and takes the barstool next to the tall man. He nods back while pushing the beer Chucky had slid in her direction the tiniest bit further so that it would finally reach her. “Thanks.”

“Where you goin’?”

“Couple people I know are hitting some house party up in half an hour.” He glances over, finally breaking his stare from the TV. Hap’s one of the guys really into football, too. It was kind of surprising at first, given how quiet he is next to the screaming men at the other side of the bar, but unlike them, his eyes never left the screen for anything.

“Need a ride?” Hap nods, again. He’s always done that a lot. She’s always liked it, too, and how straight to the point he is.

“Nah,” She grins back at his concerned eyes, and gives his bicep a fist bump. “They’re picking me up. I appreciate it, though.”

“Stay safe, girl.” His face is trained back on the TV.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, Hap, i’m a big girl with a mean right hand. Also, I have a Glock in my purse.” This time, he nods twice in approval, and even gives her a little grin.

“Atta girl.”

12:00 am : party rockers in the house tonight

Usually, house parties kinda suck. This one…this one absolutely does not. An hour and a half in, everyone is either too plastered to tell a difference between the noise of the mediocre band and the rest of the insanely loud crowd, or just tipsy enough to think they sound great. She’s somewhere right in the middle, and the rest of her Jack and Coke plus the shot some random guy will inevitably want to do with her, will undoubtedly send her toppling over into the plastered category.

The best thing about these parties, is always that there isn’t a single club member in sight. Her, and the few hot ass, absolutely beloved girl friends (aka her only friends outside of the club) shes got, can shake as much ass as they please, no matter what music is playing.

Tonight, it’s something warranting a mosh pit. A shitty, poorly maintained circle pit, but a mosh pit nonetheless. After the rest of that Jack and Coke, it seems like a great idea to join into that, which goes about as good as it sounds.

1:50 am: the party rockers have rocked just a little too hard

Mia, a tall blonde in a tiny blue dress, is throwing up out of the window in the seat next to her. Her sobbing isn’t making it much better, but Mia usually gets like this after drinking too much too soon after a break up. All you can do is hold her hair back, and get her the fuck home.

Rachel, from the drivers seat, tries to console the girl by yelling nice things over the sound of the wind waving in through the open window, and Sam has been passed out in the passenger seat since she got in the damn car. Somehow, it seems Teller girl is doing the best of the drunk people, so Teller-Morrow Automotive is the first stop.

The gates are locked, like usual, but unusually, there are men conversing on the other side. Rachel just pulls up beside the gate as she usually does, and waits until she’s closed and locked it back up behind her. The tires squeal while Mia waves bye with teary eyes and a snotty nose. With her heels in hand, the world still blurry, and the concrete wobbling under her feet, she walks back to the clubhouse.

Soon, she realizes that these men aren’t Sons. Their hair is dark, and even from far their voices don’t sound familiar. What really gives it away, though, is their bikes. Low to the ground, with high handles, and gorgeous, vibrant, colors. Her favorite. She has to stop herself from taking a seat on the vacant, dark green one. Everything these men are saying sounds like gibberish, but so did everything she’s heard in the last two hours. She’s only able to tell that they’re speaking Spanish when she’s close enough to make out a few words.

“Who the fuck are you guys?” She shouts, halfway to the club house.

The men startle out of their conversation. The farthest one with midlength hair looks like a stick figure next to the other one with muscles bulging out of his shirt and a little bit of a goatee going on. The cigarette breathing smoke and shortening as ash hits the concrete almost falls from the skinnier one’s fingers.

“Am I gonna get an answer here, or?” She trails off, finally coming to a stop in front of them.

“Mayans—are you supposed to be here?” He takes a puff of the cigarette before speaking.

“Am I supposed to be here? I live here you crackhead looking motherfucker!” She throws her hands up. “I’ll fuck you up!”

“Alright, alright,” He raises his hands with light laughter, and the bigger one actually looks kinda scared. “My bad, girl.”

“Yeah, it is your bad, bitch.” She mumbles, and continues making her way towards the club house doors.

“What the fuck just happened?” An unfamiliar voice speaks before she closes the door, so she assumes it’s the big guy who hadn’t answered. The door slams shut behind her, and she tries to chuck her shoes at the bar but they just scatter across the floor.

One of the pointy heels hits Jax in the knee. He turns, to see what the hell is going on, and yells her name.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“What the fuck are you doing, man!” She throws her purse on top of the bar, and it actually lands next to him this time. “And what are these hot ass Mexican dudes loitering outside doing?”

The clubhouse has gone silent since the moment she began clambering through, but she only seems to notice it now that she’s taking a second to look around.

“Matter of fact, what’s goin’ on with the hot ass Mexican dudes in here…” She leans against the bar next to Jax’s seat, muttering out a ‘goddamn’ and sending the stranger on the other side of her brother a nod. Pitch black hair is slicked back, and cut shorter on the sides. There’s a little grey growing in his beard, and his pretty, brown eyes are framed by thick eyebrows.

“Can you just fuckin’-“ Jax sighs, and rubs his face. “Just go to fuckin’ bed, please.”

“Well, I was working on it, but now that you said that, I’m gonna go figure out what this hot guys name is, bitch.” She starts leaving before he can give more of a response than her name, sighed and strained, and shoves his head a little on the way.

“Well, hello,” The trip is short, considering he was one bar stool away.

“Tryin’ to get me in trouble here, pretty?” A blush coats her cheeks, and she pokes at his arm with a giggle. It’s firm, and muscly, and warm, and the flannel covering it is soft.

“Me? Never!” She grins at the man, and clambers onto the barstool beside him Jax isn’t taking up. “Which one of them bikes is yours?”

“Green one.” He takes a gulp of the beer in front of him with a smug grin when her eyebrows raise.

“No shit?” He nods, clearly proud. “You wanna take me for a ride, someday?”

“We’ll have to see about that one, won’t we?”

She scooches in closer, and murmurs, “You tryin’ to let me ride somethin’ else, first?”

He chuckles against the lip of his bottle, placing it down while he shakes his head at her.

“You are nothin’ but trouble, Chiquita. Nothin’ but trouble.”

1:30 pm : repeat it all again

The next morning is much rougher than usual. Combined with the big ass bruise over her torso, the hit she took to the head in that dumbass mosh pit, and the torturous migraine already pounding her skull, the day is set to be interesting.

She can’t remember anything after that hot guy, except an older, hot guy a couple inches shorter (seemed like those inches were packed away somewhere else, if you asked her), and a flash of her own voice arguing with Jax some more.

Goddamn, she thinks, the Mayans better come around more often. Well, time for a coffee.

She pulls pants on, and stumbles down the hall.

“Oh, good morning, princess!”

“Wakey, wakey!”

Panties

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.

Summary - You've always drawn the same little house without thinking. Angel noticed long before you did and made sure it would stay with him forever.

Word Count - 3000ish

Ez Reyes x plus size reader

Smut

If you enjoy my story please heart, comment, and repost. Thank you and enjoy.

After you get a prison pen pal you finally get to meet him and have a little fun on a metal table.



You finally get to meet the man you've been writing to for the past six months. You held the letters in your hand. You didn't want to exchange photos leaving a little mystery in your life. You stand in the impossibly long line. Then you reach the check-in desk. “Name?” The officer who was starting to gray asked. “Mine or the inmates?” You ask. “Yours.” He grunts. “Oh, I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” You say. The man nods and checks his computer.

“So you're here for Ezekiel Reyes?” He asks. “Yes.” You say with a nod. “Ok please step to the side.” He says pointing to the other cop. “Ok, you’re gonna go through the metal detectors and your bag has to stay here. You can put it in this box. Do you have any mental implants?” He asks. “No.” You say walking through the metal detector. “Ok, you're clear this way. Good behavior prisoners get private visits with their family.” The officer says.

You nod and follow him back to a private room that has gray walls and a metal table in the middle of the small room. “I'll bring inmate Reyes in a minute he gets an hour.” The guard says. You nod and he leaves leaving you alone so you sit at the table. Ez told you why he was inside but you didn't care.

Five minutes later the door opens and the guard brings in the man you've been writing to. He is gorgeous and your ovaries ache when he smiles at you. The guard takes off his cuffs and then leaves. Ez rubs his wrists. “You ok?” You ask gently reaching out to touch his wrist. “Yeah some of them can be a little rough with the cuffs.” He says. “I'm sorry.” You say. “It's ok let's sit.” He says pulling you to the table. You sit down and he sits so close to you you might as well have sat in his lap.

“Wow, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful.” He says. “Me? Good God, you are so hot my ovaries are screaming.” You say with a smile. He laughed and you melt. “Oh don't laugh that makes it worse.” You say with a little whine. “I'm sorry sweetheart.” He says. “Ok, so I know you said not to put money on your commissary but I did.” You say. “Sweet girl I told you not to but thank you.” He says. “I know you did but now you have $100 to do what you wanted. You can buy 1000 packs of ramen. You can buy safety or something.” You joke.

“Oh, that's funny.” He says back with that pantie-dropping smile. You can feel his hand land on your thigh. You face each other. “When's the last time you had sex?” You ask. “Three years ago.” He says. “Do those cameras work?” You ask. “Not even a little.” He says. His hand runs under your skirt. “I didn't expect to have this connection which is stupid with how we connect in our letters.” You say.

“I think you're long overdue for some sex.” You say. He picks you up effortlessly and sits you on the table. “You are so strong, Daddy.” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Daddy?” He asked. Placing his hand on your thick hips. “It's the vibe I get from you.” You say. “I like it say it again.” He says as he runs his hand under your shirt and grabs your breast.

You unbutton his blue button-down and push it off his shoulders and it hits the chair behind him. He moves his hands down and pulls your shirt off. You attach your lips and start a heavy make-out session. You pull his wife-beater off. Then he pulls your panties off. Then he pulls your bra down. “Oh, those abs.” You say. “These thighs I want them to smother me.” He says.

He pulls you onto the edge of the table he pushes the chair away from the table and gets on his knees. His arms went around your thighs to keep your legs spread. He latches onto your pussy. You moan as you rub his head. Your other hand moves to grab his hand that rests on your thigh and lace your fingers together. You gasp out when he bites down on your clit. “Daddy.” You cry out. You can feel his lick figure eights onto your clit then you feel his tongue plunge into your hole.

You had to cover your mouth to stop from screaming out as you felt your orgasm hit and your scream is muffled when you move your arm over your mouth. He cleaned you up and then stood. “You taste like heaven baby.” He says and kisses you hard. You pull his pants down his hips and his boxers too. You feel him insert the tip of his dick into you. “I know you've never done this before are you sure?” He asked. “I do but I want to give you a blow job first.” You say. “You don't have to.” He says. “How long has it been?” you ask.

“Even longer my last girlfriend didn't like giving blow jobs.” He says. “Last like you have a current?” You ask. “I was hoping after our letters and well with what we're about to do you would be my girlfriend but I get it if you don't want to.” He says. “I don't care if you're in here yes.” You say. You push his chest and you get on your knees. “Take charge.” You say. “Really?” He asked. “Yes.” You say. You open your mouth and he shoves his dick down your throat. He throws his head back. “That's it, baby.” He grunts out as he shoves his dick all the way down your throat.

His dick was so far down your throat you couldn't make gagging noises. You couldn't breathe out of your mouth. He grabs the hair at the base of your skull and moves your head up and down. You grab his balls and rub them it causes a deep grunt to leave his throat as he starts to fuck your throat faster. “You're so good at this.” He says. A few more thrusts later and he cumming down your throat. You swallow his cum down and stand. He kisses you again and moves back to the table as you continue to make out.

You feel his hand run up your outer thigh. He pulls out of the kiss. “This is gonna hurt.” He says as you can feel his tip graze your opening. He locks your lips together and slowly inserts himself into you. He keeps your mouth busy so you don't scream as he pushes his 10-inch cock into you. You dig your nails into his back you know you're gonna leave scratch marks there. Once he's fully inside you he starts moving in and out and kissing down your neck. Leaving marks behind.

It takes everything in your power not to scream. “So tight baby best pussy I've ever tasted now it's the best I've ever been in.” He grunts out. His mouth falls open when you feel him hit your cervix. You feel him hit deeper as he lays you flat on your back. One of his hands rests on the back of your thigh and lifts your leg to drive in deeper and the other goes around your throat. He squeezes your throat. “You feel how deep I am? I wish I could spend all day inside you. I'm gonna cum so deep inside you.” He grunts. He kisses you. “Daddy.” You barely get out but he hears you.

“I'm tingling Daddy.” You say. “Cum on my dick baby.” He says. As you high hits you squeeze his dick in a vice. “Oh my God how did you get tighter?” He asks as you squeeze his dick again as you cum around his dick. A big smile spreads across his face. “You on birth control?” He asks. You shake your head no. “Can I still cum inside you?” He asks. “Yes, daddy.” You say. He grunts as he spills deep inside of you. He kisses you but doesn't pull out.

He kisses you then looks at the clock on the wall. “We’ve got 20 minutes baby.” He says and kisses you again. “I want to ask a favor.” He says. “Ok, whatever you need.” You say. “I want you to meet my family.” He says. “Ok, how?” you ask. “Remember my pops owns a shop in town and my brother works at a scrapyard and is part of the Mayans. I'll call them with my phone time and let them know. Can I give them your number?” He asked. “Yes of course.” You say. He kisses your nose. “I think we'd better get dressed before the guards come back.” You say.

“Yeah, I think we'd better because I think we've broken about 10 rules.” He says. He pulls your bra up and helps you adjust it he sticks his hand in the cup and helps adjust your breast in the bra. He pulls out of you and grabs your panties. “I wish I could keep them.” He says. “Me too.” You say. He slides your panties back up your leg. You kiss as you continue to get ready. Once you're both fully dressed he comes up to you and kisses you. Then he fixes your hair. “You're perfect.” He says. You share one last kiss before the guard comes back. “If you have any time after you call your pops and brother will you call me?” You ask. “Of course baby.” He says. When the guard comes and gets you, you say your goodbyes to Ez.

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╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 bishop losa

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╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 angel reyes

— ୨୧₊˚ Ezekiel 'Ez' Reyes | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 ez reyes

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╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 miguel galindo